Disclaimer: Can't be bothered saying something witty. I do not own.
In this story 'Naruto' has not failed the graduation exam twice before, because Akina was waiting to be on Sasuke's team.
WARNING: A slight lemon towards the end. Skip from the bold scene-breaks if you don't want to read.
Kurome,
You were right, as always. He took things rather well, all considered. Yes, he is now aware of the situation in its entirety, including everything involving you.
Chibi is being watched. I have felt it for about a month now, a very faint presence trailing him constantly. I would assume black ops, but I suspect that they are reporting to somebody else. They aren't your everyday branches on the tree.
I have FINALLY mastered that jutsu, although it could use some minor refinement.
Shadow wishes to know what has been taught by the eternal cloud, and has requested a meeting sometime within the next fortnight if possible.
I will await your reply,
Misora.
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Itachi glared at the crumpling paper in his tight grasp. So, Danzou was sending Root agents to follow his Otouto was he? Whatever that old bastard had planned couldn't be good. Calming himself, Itachi began to write his response.
Misora,
I assume that you will remain as my contact, unless circumstances require otherwise.
This is a very disturbing but hardly shocking revelation. Don't be overly concerned, I will deal with the threat before anything comes of it if and when action must be taken. Keep you profile low, and do not engage.
I also almost mastered the art of the bleeding eyes, soon I shall have it fully under my command.
I will be close to the flaming line in eight days' time, it will be a simple task to get away.
I will await your arrival, we have much to discuss.
Kurome.
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Eight days later, near the Fire Country border.
Akina was feeling distinctly put out. She was thrilled to be seeing Itachi again so soon, but disappointed that they wouldn't be alone. Jiraiya had insisted that he tag along, because 'as a spy-master it was his duty to meet with all contacts at least once.' But Akina and even Sandaime-jiji knew he was just nosey about who his goddaughter was close with.
Kami knows what he'll do if he finds out they're together. She just hoped he didn't actually try and attack Itachi.
"Come on Kiddo, why the long face? It's a beautiful, sunny day and the ladies are all shedding their layers…" he trailed off as a small dribble of blood leaked from his nose. Akina smacked him on the arm, only because there was no way she could reach his head.
"Stop being such a perve. We're almost there, Itachi has left a signal. We should turn left in about 150 metres, then straight ahead." She calculated. Jiraiya waved her off.
"Yeah, yeah brat, I'm paying attention. Where are we meeting him anyway?"
"Not sure yet, probably an Inn." She shrugged. Jiraiya looked at her suspiciously.
"…An Inn? Why an Inn?"
Akina didn't even blink. "We usually meet up in an Inn."
"Why would you 'usually meet up in an Inn' with Uchiha?" he asked with a narrowed gaze.
Akina rolled her eyes, but didn't reply. Paranoid old man…
"We're here." She said suddenly, pulling Jiraiya-jiji towards a modest wooden Inn near the town square.
Akina blocked out Jiraiya flirting with the receptionist, feeling Itachi's chakra signature on the floor above. She eventually dragged Jiraiya up the stairs and across the hall, knocking on one of the doors in pattern.
Three times, once, three times, twice and stop.
Itachi's chakra flared form behind the door, signalling that they could come in. Akina pushed open the unlocked door and without hesitation strode inside. Jiraiya was more wary, but he followed her example and entered. Itachi was leaning against the kitchenette bench casually, chewing on a stick of Pocky. He met Akina's eyes for a moment before locking gazes with the Sannin.
"Jiraiya-sama." He nodded in respect. Jiraiya watched him for a moment before replying.
"Uchiha Itachi…well, you certainly had me fooled." He grumbled, still sore over the subject. Itachi suppressed his amusement at seeing one of the legendary Sannin sulk like a child.
"Hn…"
Akina rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop with the theatrics you two."
"What theatrics?" Jiraiya sniffed.
She sighed. "Well now that you are acquainted, Itachi and I must discuss some things." The 'Alone' was silent, but irrevocably there.
Jiraiya protested. "But I'm the spy-master, I should-"
"There is a unisex hot spring downstairs." Itachi spoke up casually.
"See ya!" And just like that, Jiraiya disappeared out the door, leaving them alone. Akina's eyes adopted an official and unyielding hardness, unconsciously slipping into her "ANBU Mode".
"What has been happening with Madara? What has he taught you?"
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"Let me get this straight, all this time and you've only been training in the Mangekyo?" Akina clarified in disbelief.
"Truthfully, Madara has little else to offer. He relies solely on his Sharingan, without it he would be close to useless, which is likely what provoked him to take his brother's eyes. He knows the basic techniques, but many of them aren't above high C-rank, since he never kept his opponents alive long enough to copy any jutsus."
"Sounds like that Uchiha pride again." Akina muttered, but in an almost cheerful way. Itachi couldn't agree more.
"Hai, perhaps the most severe case yet. He sees no threat in teaching me the way he is…He is extremely confident to the point of arrogance."
Akina nodded. "I see…so if we can somehow destroy his Sharingan we can defeat him?" she asked, trying not to let the hope overcome her practicality. Itachi looked away.
"Possibly, but it is an almost impossible feat. His eyes are strong, far stronger than mine. It is unlikely that they would be destroyed easily Akina." He reminded her firmly.
"I know…but at least we're getting somewhere. This hasn't all been for nothing." She said firmly, as much to Itachi as to herself. Itachi looked at her determined face and his eyes softened.
"It is for the safety of Konoha that I left, but it is for you that I stay in the Akatsuki. Don't do anything reckless Akina, at least not without me there."
"I promise, I'm not stupid you know." She mock-glared. "I am aware that I can't take him out alone, or even at all yet."
Itachi inclined his head, it was true. "There is no rush. The Jinchuriki hunt is still postponed, we have time to prepare."
"I hope you're right…things can change in a heartbeat out there." She whispered, walking to stand by the window and gaze out blankly, as if seeing the entire world in that moment. Itachi came up behind her and grasped her waist.
"Not everything." He murmured into her silky hair, and Akina shuddered at the tickle of his warm breath. Akina smiled and turned around in his arms, meeting his lips in a kiss neither of them had to initiate, just reciprocate.
What started out as a slow and soulful 'welcome home' kiss soon turned into a faster and more desperate struggle. Akina pulled Itachi's hair tie out in one fluid motion, running her hands through his dark bangs and pulling at the roots. Itachi's larger was pressed against the back of Akina's head, holding her close, while the other wrapped around her waist possessively. They moved to the side , away from the window, until the back of Itachi's knees were against the single bed, and Akina didn't hesitate to push him down onto it and take control for a while. Surprisingly, Itachi let her.
She straddled his waist and leant down even further, her forehead now touching Itachi's. She squirmed slightly in order to get a better position, but froze after she brushed against something underneath her. Tentatively, she pushed against it softly again, only to hear Itachi gasp and suppress a groan. Grinning at her sudden dominance over the situation, Akina spent the better part of an hour torturing the poor Uchiha with teasing brushes. Itachi cursed himself, when had this girl completely stolen his self-control? Only one thing was certain.
She had better not go on any seduction missions, or Itachi would show up and kill the bastard himself. Nobody could touch his Akina. Uchihas, after all, were a very possessive bunch.
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"Say goodbye already brat, we've got to go." Jiraiya grouched. He hadn't been too happy to find out about his little Akina-chan having a relationship with Itachi, she was too young! And as far as Jiraiya was concerned, she would always be too young!
Akins pouted. "Stop being such a prude you old pervert."
Itachi snorted. "That sentence was very redundant." He stated in amusement. Akina sighed.
"I realised."
Jiraiya sweatdropped. "Whatever, let's just go already. I'm sure Itachi has to get back to Hoshigaki anyway."
"Unfortunately Jiraiya-sama is correct." Itachi agreed, albeit hesitantly. Kisame would ask questions if he didn't return soon. "I will inform you of any other developments Akina."
"I'll be waiting." She smiled, reaching up slightly to kiss him goodbye. The quick peck was prolonged as neither really wanted it to end.
"Ugh I don't wanna see that!" Jiraiya whined, looking in the other direction. One day, one day he would give that Uchiha kid hell for corrupting his Akina-chan.
"Ok let's go then Jiraiya-jiji." Akina said, walking over to his side with determination. Jiraiya looked back to bid farewell to Itachi, only to find that the Uchiha had already disappeared. He sighed.
Damn kids these days.
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One year later, Konoha Academy.
"Sasuke-kun would you go out with me?" A girl with short, light brown hair asked confidently. A black haired girl glared at her in irritation.
"No Sasuke-kun, go out with me!" she insisted. A slightly shorter girl with caramel coloured hair down past her shoulders looked down at the ground as she scuffed her feet.
"Ne, Sasuke-kun, w-would you like to come to dinner at m-my house? My parents would r-really like to meet you and-"
"LEAVE MY SASUKE-KUN ALONE!" A loud blonde girl interrupted as she arrived on the scene, instantly latching onto the Uchiha's arm like a leech. Not far behind her was yet another banshee, screaming for blood to be shed.
"He's mine Ino-pig, back off!" the pink haired girl screeched. Ino stuck out her tongue immaturely.
"Whatever Forehead-girl, as if Sasuke-kun could ever love someone with such a big forehead." She taunted. Sakura's green eyes blazed with righteous fury.
"Better than a PIG!"
Sasuke sighed internally, why must every day be like this? It was a routine by now, wake up, eat and go to school, get mobbed by Fangirls, do his schoolwork, ignore that dobe Naruto, go home, train, eat, sleep, and repeat the process until the weekend arrived. His weekends weren't much different really, he would wake up and eat, train, buy food, avoid Fangirls, train, do homework, eat and more training until it was time for school again. Life was routine. A simple but effective one, one that he had no quarrels with, if you disregarded the Fangirls.
The bell rang signalling the end of lunch break, and Sasuke made his way back to the classroom, trailed by about seventeen love-struck girls. He took his seat by the window and began to zone out again, he knew most of the stuff they were being taught anyway. Mizuki-sensei was grading papers and Iruka-sensei was standing in front of the class.
Iruka cleared his throat, calling attention from the class. As he was reading from a textbook detailing the Second Great Shinobi War, a burst of orange came through the open doorway and landed in a heap by Iruka's feet. The scarred Chunin's eye twitched.
"NA-RU-TO! You're late again! Where the hell were you this time!" he growled. Naruto jumped up instantly, rubbing the back of his head and laughing awkwardly.
"Eh heh heh, sorry Iruka-sensei, I went to Ichiraku's for lunch! Ramen is the best!"
Iruka felt a headache coming on. "Just sit down and listen Naruto. This is your last week before graduation, and you are going to fail if you keep this up!" He warned.
Naruto pouted. "You're mean Iruka-sensei."
Iruka sighed and pinched the bridge of his scarred nose. "Just sit down and shut up would you."
"But-"
"NARUTO GET YOUR ASS ONTO A CHAIR AND BE QUIET!" Iruka yelled, a vein on his brow looking about ready to burst. Naruto yelped.
"Eeep! Hai Sensei-sama!" the blonde yelped as he dived for the closest available chair. Sasuke rolled his eyes at the antics of the dead last, what an utter moron.
There was no way that idiot could possibly pass.
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It was the day of the Graduation Exam, and so far things had been going to plan for Akina. 'Naruto' had passed the Taijutsu test easily, surprising Iruka and Mizuki with his sudden competence. Mizuki was certain it was nothing more than a fluke, and as much as Iruka held a hidden affection for the loud boy, he had to agree. All throughout the Academy Naruto's Taijutsu skills were unruly and generally ineffective, but perhaps the added pressure of the graduation day had gotten him to get his act together.
The written test was a breeze for the disguised Namikaze, although she made an effort to act stressed while taking it. The written exams had yet to be graded, and Iruka had to admit he was worried about Naruto's chances –he knew how that boy was with schoolwork.
It wasn't long before Naruto was called into a separate room for the Ninjutsu portion. Iruka was sitting behind a desk, smiling welcomingly at the neon orange wearing boy. Mizuki remained distant, as he always was. Iruka gestured for Naruto to come and stand in front of them, and Mizuki just watched with lidded eyes.
Akina knew that he, like many others, despised 'Naruto' for being the container of the fox, but there was nothing she could really do about it other than report her feelings to the Sandaime. At first Mizuki had seemed like any other anti-Uzumaki follower, but over the time she had known him, Akina's ANBU instincts began to tell her something more was up. The Hokage had simply asked her to keep an eye on the white haired Sensei's activities and report back anything suspicious. So far, she had not come across any solid proof, but her guard never dropped. Iruka smiled encouragingly.
"Ok Naruto, now for the Ninjutsu portion you must be able to create two convincing clones to pass." Iruka said, anticipating his student's predicted whining, as the Bunshin jutsu (Clone jutsu) was his absolutely worst area, with written work being a close second.
Surprisingly, Naruto didn't say a word of complaint, just nodded. "Hai, Iruka-sensei. Bunshin no jutsu!" He called, making the necessary hand signs.
To say that Iruka was surprised would be a drastic understatement. He had never expected the blonde to actually preform the Bunshin, that had been his major weakness! His eyes bugged out of their sockets and latched on to the six smirking Narutos before him.
"Y-you pass…" he said, still in a state of disbelief, which was followed by pride. He gladly held up a Hitai-ate towards the boy. Naruto grinned enthusiastically as he picked up the offered Konoha headband.
"Thanks Iruka-sensei, Mizuki-sensei!" he waved as he dashed out of the room. Mizuki's eyes narrowed, it seemed his flawless plan wasn't quite so flawless after all.
No matter, it seemed that he would have to come up with a different way to get what he desired.
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This sucks. Were the thoughts Akina had running through her mind. She had –of course- been placed on a team with Sasuke, as planned. Even Haruno Sakura was predicted, but one thing Akina had not considered was the possibility of Kakashi-nii-san becoming her Jounin Sensei! Really, she should have seen it coming. Who else could teach Sasuke the Sharingan when the time came? Baka, baka, baka!
Nonetheless, it had come as a shock to hear. After waiting for almost two hours, Kakashi-nii-sa-No, Kakashi-sensei had finally shown up, she had hardly been able to hold herself back from leaping up and hugging the silver haired man to death. He was just the same as he'd always been, granted a little older. He still had those telling eye-smiles, the annoying mask and the 'Romance' book he was never allowed to read in front of her, but did it anyway.
Akina sighed. If she thought the Academy was frustrating, how would she deal with this? Her team was composed of one dark, arrogant emo-avenger, a perverted and chronically late Sensei, and an obsessed and physically weak Fangirl, fawning over said avenger. And she herself, a former ANBU operative and Jinchuriki, disguised as her deceased younger brother!
Team Seven was sure to be a tricky one.
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It had been three months since Team Seven had been formed. Already they had battled through the harshest of D-rank missions, including clearing a gutter, weeding four fields of wheat and digging for earthworms-the Aburames were running low it seems. What they used the worms for, Akina would never know.
She was currently pacing back and forth in front of an amused Itachi somewhere in Earth Country, her brows furrowed in irritation. This particular meeting was not called by Itachi, but if fact by Akina. It had been a while since she had last reported on Sasuke's progress, and she knew how Itachi would get paranoid after not hearing anything. He had been able to get away once again, it was clear that the longer he had been a member of Akatsuki, the freer he was to leave at will without suspicion.
Itachi was sitting on the bed of their room, having once again checked themselves into a local Inn. It was a habit now, something they were used to. He was happy to hear that his Otouto was doing well, and actually found Akina's plight most humorous. The way she steadily wore a track into the carpet cause him to snicker out loud, really, she was taking this too seriously. It was just something all Genin had to do…well, except for them. Akina was still pacing.
"And Sandaime-jiji still won't give us any better missions! I mean, how is Sasuke ever gonna learn to take care of himself if the worst thing he's fought was a cat!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. Itachi tried to reason with her.
"Akina…"
Akina didn't hear him. "And Sakura is all, oooh Sasuke-kun, SQUEAL! It's annoying!"
"…'Kina…" he tried again, but Akina was still ranting.
"And Kakashi-nii-san never helps us out or anything! I never realised it before, but he's an ass! He just sits there reading his pervy book and saying that it's for our own good! Lies!"
Itachi sighed. He knew she loved Hatake –as a brother of course- and was just venting her built up frustrations. He wisely decided to let her get it out of her system before attempting to speak again. Eventually, Akina calmed herself. She slumped her shoulders as if a heavy weight had been removed, before looking at Itachi guiltily.
"Sorry…I think I went a little crazy there for a moment." She admitted sheepishly. Itachi raised an eyebrow in question. She smirked somewhat dangerously.
"I have been acting constantly, you know sometimes I even forget to drop the Henge when I'm training? It's like I'm losing myself in this false life." She laughed bitterly.
"We always seem to find something else in common…" Itachi remarked, musing on his own role within the Akatsuki. Life as a Missing-nin was taking a toll on him, one that he wasn't sure he was able to bare forever. Akina walked over and sat beside him.
"Yeah…but at least there is always you to remind me who I am. And I'll remind you, right?" she nudged his shoulder with a smile. Itachi let a true smile onto his face in response.
"Hai. You always seem to."
Akina pressed her lips against his quickly, in a light-hearted, taunting fashion. Itachi pulled her closer, onto his lap, and kissed her with the urgency that comes with months of separation. His hands found their way into her long hair, mussing it up completely. He was incredibly aroused, but then again Akina always did seem to affect him this way, especially in recent years. He ran a tongue along her lower lips, silently asking permission for what he already knew she would grant. They were both exceptionally needy for the other, and any barriers that remained were shattered in the haze of lust.
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Akina moaned into the heated kiss and pushed herself closer against Itachi, craving his warmth and reassuring herself that he was truly there. The delicious friction flared as she rubbed down onto his hardening member, slowing driving the both of them insane. Her hands shook as she sloppily undid Itachi's Akatsuki cloak, reaching inside and sliding her hands up his chest, which was clad in only a fishnet shirt. She felt his skin through the light material, noticing with delight when he shivered in pleasure. His hands had slipped under her top, pulling it up to her belly button before deciding to hell with it and ripping the damn thing off entirely. He pulled his mouth away from hers, ignoring her whine of protest, and latched onto her neck, sucking and kissing mercilessly up and down. Akina had abandoned the fishnet briefly, in order to yank at her lover's ponytail. Dark, silky ribbons floated around his face as he flipped their positions, pinning Akina to the bed, and went back to ravaging her neck, slowing gliding over the collarbone and downwards.
Akina gasped loudly as he kissed around her bra, before moving back up and finishing off the hickey on her neck, claiming her as his own. He allowed her to sit up long enough to discard the bra, flinging it to a far corner of the room. Akina lay back and blushed when she saw Itachi staring at her. She wanted to cover herself up in embarrassment, but Itachi would not allow it.
"You're beautiful." He whispered against her lips, before diving in for another heated kiss. Akina soon forgot her brief discomfort and proceeded to pull up Itachi's fishnet, regretting when he was forced to break the kiss to get it over his head. Their now bare chests rubbed together, drawing a quiet moan from Akina. Itachi smirked, he liked that sound. His head travelled down again, and he held his lips just over her heaving breasts, blowing on them gently. They perked up immediately and Itachi found that very…stimulating. Akina let out a choked gasp when she felt his lips enclose over her left nipple, sucking and swirling it before moving on to the right. She moaned in ecstasy, pulling him closer and wrapping her legs around his hips. Her lower half was burning so intensely it was painful, and she could tell from the large bulge showing through his pants that it was the same for her lover.
"I-Itachi…" she tried to say, struggling to form a coherent sentence. She decided to instead show him.
She let go of his head and her hands slid effortlessly through his hair until she brought them under his stomach and began to unbutton his pants. Itachi lifted his face from her glistening breasts and stared into his lover's blue eyes.
"…A-are you…sure 'Kina?" he breathed heavily, almost panting. It was so sexy.
Unable to talk, Akina nodded breathlessly and pulled him up for another passionate kiss.
With speed born from a lifetime as Ninjas, both seventeen year olds lost the last of their clothing in an instant. Akina was a little nervous, as expected, but that soon disappeared into pure excitement as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of naked skin on skin everywhere. Their lips met in another kiss, this time just as loving as it was raw lust. Akina lifted her legs around his waist again buried her face into Itachi's neck as he edged in slowly. Kami, it hurt like a bitch, but Akina was able to suppress any tears through pure willpower. She had certainly felt greater pain than this, even if she couldn't think of anything at the moment. Once he was fully inside, both were gasping and covered in sweat. She lifted her face and was met with a reassuring kiss.
"Mm…move 'Tachi." She moaned loudly and somewhat impatiently, her legs clutching him tighter. He nodded shakily and pulled out almost all the way, before pushing back into her. Out again, in again, slowly picking up the pace but trying his hardest to restrain himself, as not to hurt her. It wasn't easy.
"…'Tachi…" Akina moaned, "Faster!"
Well, who was he to deny her? Itachi grunted his agreement and slammed into her again, this time not hesitating to repeat the action at a less sedate pace. Akina moaned and dug her nails into his slick back as he hit her ever deeper than before, any remaining discomfort had long since disappeared in the pleasure. But she still wanted –no, needed- more.
"H-harder! Please…mm…uh…more!" she begged, clinging to his body as if it were her lifeline.
Itachi captured her lips once again and they kissed passionately as he thrust in deeper and harder than ever before. Soon they were unable even to kiss due to the intense pleasure. Itachi became, impossibly, faster and Akina's mouth was open with constant moans and mewls as they neared the climax. Akina squeezed her inner muscles tighter around his shaft, causing Itachi to moan loudly unconsciously, losing control of himself in the experience.
"ITACHIII!" Akina screamed, throwing her head back as she lost herself in the white-hot burning. Itachi thrust into her one more time as his own climax was released into her clenched beauty, with a gasp.
"…'Kina…" he groaned uncontrollably.
Both lay panting and gasping on the sweat-drenched bed, Itachi pulling the sheet over their naked bodies. Akina wriggled onto his chest and collapsed in exhaustion, Itachi still inside her. He began to reluctantly pull out, but Akina stopped him with a hand to the chest.
"No…stay." She whispered, closing her eyes. "Just for a little longer…"
Itachi wrapped his arms around her, holding her body close and letting his own eyes drift shut in a rare moment of dropping his constant guard. They lay like that together for an immeasurable time, before Akina sat up and kissed him tenderly.
"I love you 'Tachi." She said with a smile, her blue eyes sparkling.
Itachi smiled back, even if it was just a small one. "I love you more 'Kina. And don't bother arguing." He joked, pulling her back down onto his chest. Akina snorted, rolling her eyes. Of course I love you more…she thought. But Itachi was never one to admit defeat. That, she knew from experience.
"Equally?" She offered Itachi, compromising. He smirked and pulled her face up to his own.
"Mm…Deal."
They kissed a slow and heartfelt kiss, before the heat began to seep back in. Itachi pulled back and looked at Akina. Her eyes glinted cheekily.
"Round two?" She asked him, already knowing the answer. Itachi smirked and pulled the covers over their heads.
They did not leave the hotel room until late into the next day.
First time writing an 'intimate' scene, hope it wasn't too horrible…
Ok, a question for all of you. Should Itachi still have his disease or not? I can't decide…
-TITM