Hey guys. Finally updating Matroshyka..
Look up the song by "Perfume" on youtube. It's a wonderful band and song.
Please enjoy!
"Shisui, can't we just go back to bed?"
"Itachi, for the last time, no. You are a shut-in at the ripe, tender age of sixteen. You need a house party right now."
Itachi raised his eyebrow. "What am I, a banana?"
"Look at you go!" Shisui sardonically yelled.
Itachi sighed as he was somewhat dragged off to this house party, Korean music so loud, you can hear almost every word. Shisui kissed Itachi smack on the cheek, walking through the door. A small yet plump girl greeted Shisui in his native language, just casually chatting it up. Itachi could barely hear them, let alone his own thoughts.
"Shisui! He's so cute!" The girl, apparently named Azumi, said.
"WHAT?"
"I SAID HE'S CUTE!"
"I KNOW, RIGHT? ITAMICHI, LET'S GO IN!" Shisui turned to Itachi with a grin taking his hand.
The younger blushed as he saw bodies grouped together, moving frantically against one another, like a group of snakes in a pit. Girls bent over, guys practically dry-humping said girls and guys. Looking over, the sat on the couch making out with random people, others knocking back beers and mixed drinks like water. A sudden chill ran up his spine as he passed a girl he went to school with. She muttered something hushed to her friend, both their eyes going wide like saucer plates.
He went up close to Shisui's ear and whispered. "Shisui, I don't think I should be here."
He turned to face the shy, solemn Itachi, frowning. "No, Itachi- Fine. Sit. I'll be back."
He placed Itachi to sit in one of the couches to the corner, leaving him by himself to contemplate. He had three options: (1) He could leave and walk home, (2) He could try and catch a ride with some one leaving, or (3) He could stay and have a good time.
Option one was to tiring since his house was at least five blocks from here, around the corner, through the alley, and across the small creek. He did NOT plan on getting his new Doc's three was the best, and smartest decision, but Itachi didn't know what 'having a good time' was.
His idea of a good time was when his father wasn't beating the shit out of him. And giving Sasuke ice cream.
Y'know. Until he went independent and left Itachi.
He was content on pouting until Shisui got back, one hand in a fist. He smiled at his other, kissing his cheek. Itachi looked incredulous at him.
"Shisui...?"
"Hm?" He swallowed his, kissing Itachi. "Bottoms up Itamichi!"
Before he could blink, Shisui had grabbed his face in an honest-to-God, mouth-watering kiss, making Itachi let the sweetart looking candy dissolve in his mouth. Itachi tried to open his mouth and say something-anything in protest to what just happened. But suddenly, he felt weird. A good weird. He needed to move.
And he needed to move now.
He stood and dragged Shisui with him to the area with the rest who were dancing. Blinking, he saw everything at different speeds. Shisui smiled at him, and the movement seemed so significant to Itachi. Soon, the "Triangle" mix of Edge by Perfume turned on, and Shisui's eyes widened.
Itachi was dancing.
The raven haired boy shook his hips from left to right in time with the beat, his arms out by his sides flailing about uselessly and he swished his head back and forth from each side, a faint smile spread across his lips.
"Dandan suki ni naru ki ni naru suki ni naru
Dandan suki ni naru ki ni naru suki ni naru
Dandan suki ni naru ki ni naru suki ni naru
Dandan suki ni naru ki ni naru suki ni naru"
Itachi dove into a trance for the first time, his body lolling to the music. He took Shisui's hand;brought him close. His shook against Shisui's, the boy returning the favor and getting lost in the music altogether. He began to sing aloud to the words, not aware he wasn't really saying anything. Their sweat mingled with the others, bodies flinging themselves upon one another, hips grinding against others.
Some whispered amongst themselves as others joined Itachi and his partying. They smiled and cheered him on, fist-pumping towards the soon finishing song, Itachi's hair-tie coming loose from his hair. The magical, dark silken strands frayed loose as he kept dancing. And dancing.
And dancing.
Shisui looked at the time on his watch, slowly coming down from his high. He nearly screamed when he saw it was nearly three in the morning. He grabbed Itachi's hand at the end of a particular pop-techno genre song, rushing out the house. He thanked Azumi, and left hurrying off into the dark of night.
Itachi came out of his reverie as they neared the fourth block, finally coming to his senses. "Heeeeyyyy...Shisui?" He slurred.
"Hm?"
"Where'd everything go? I was having the most ahmazzinnng time evverrr..." Itachi then giggled, hiccuped and burped all at the same time.
In just a short while Itachi was at Shisui's house, through the door, up the stairs, down the corridor, to the right, and in his lover's room. Shisui tugged him to the bed, lightning something that smelled like incense.
Shisui barely turned around when Itachi jumped him, pulling and tugging somewhat limply at the fabric of shirt to get it off. He grabbed Shisui's face with soft, manicured, purple nails, smirking as he kissed him, his tongue diving in limply, finding peace with the other. Shisui tugged Itachi off breathlessly.
"I-Itamichi. Stop..Here. Smoke this."
"Aww...I dont wanna!"
"Itachi..?" Shisui leveled him with a glare. With a pout, the crow-haired boy took it, inhaled a few puffs and laid down with Shisui.
"You're killing my buzz Shisui." Languidly, his eyes drifted closed, his chest moving up and down slowly to indicate he was asleep.
The curly-haired boy petted the soft hairs on his neck, watching him curl up on his chest. He smiled, rolled over and held Itachi.
"I love you Cara Mia."