The same ages as the last chapter…so tired… ~x~
…Um ok the reason I haven't updated anything was because I was failing a class so my dad took away my sexy laptop….but ive graduated now and am out of school so i got it back. So without further ado I will start updating slightly faster…
That night after dinner twelve year old Akira sat outside in Mikoto's garden. It was nothing like the garden her mother looked after when she was alive. Instead of herbs for tea or delicious food many rare and beautiful winter flowers and now bare trees organized themselves in a lovely scene good enough for a painting.
"…I bet if Dawn-san was alive she would have loved to paint this."She reminisced about her home; she often did this when left alone or on late nights when the nightmares kept her up. Walking back to the cold porch she sits and wraps her arms around her legs that were kept warm with cotton leggings. She sighed, it has only been around two years since that incident and yet it still haunted her.
"Akira-san?" Said girl jumped in surprise as Neji came towards her from the side door.
"Forgive me, I did not mean to scare you." The older boy apologized. It has been a month since Itachi and her saved Neji and nursed him back to health. But after explaining that he was a run away and had nowhere to go Akira asked Mikoto if he could stay as a member of Sharingan, Fugaku's pirate crew. After agreeing the pale eyed boy had made himself at home…Oddly enough at Itachi's annoyance.
Sasuke didn't mind though, in fact when the two weren't having a staring contest the teenagers got along fine.
Shaking her head Akira spoke up.
"No, it's ok Neji, I was too deep in thought and didn't hear you coming." The boy raised a brow.
"What were you thinking about?" He asked.
"…Home." She whispered. This caught the pale eyed boys' interest. He had never heard of the girls home. Sitting down close beside her Neji asked about the place the young ninja called home.
"Mirror Island." She smiled. Neji held his breath, he didn't she Akira smile often. And if he did it was usually aimed at the older youth called Itachi. A scowled stained his lips when he thought of the long haired Uchiha. There was rarely anyway to talk to the girl they held close to their hearts when he was around her. Another scowl, just the thought of who she held in higher regard pissed him off. While Itachi may almost be a man, Neji was more age appropriate for the sweet brunette. He would cherish her far longer than a stoic Uchiha ever could.
Coming back to reality Neji gazed at the sad expression the girl had at the mention of the place she called home.
"Why aren't you there?" He asked, but almost in an instant regretted his choice of words as painful brown eyes looked up at him. And even though his face was expressionless the feeling of stupidity on his part crashed over him.
"Two years ago Uchiha Fugaku came to my homeland in such of our greatest treasure. A Mirror so big and beautiful it caught the attention of hundreds of pirate lords, including his." She said hollowly. "But we never showed him the mirror…we couldn't, for the mirror is not something you hold in your hands. But even though we explained it to him he wouldn't go. And not believing our word he let his men rampage the village I lived in…killing them all…and almost killing me." There was a pause on Akira's part as she sniffed and wiped away fat tears. Neji watched her; unable to feel his body and too appalled to say a word. A string of hiccups coming from Akira snapped him out of his stupor. He looked down at her and watched as more tears rolled down he face, her breath coming out in puffs of condensation in the December air.
"I-Im so s-sorry…I ju-just started-ed crying…" She sobbed. Neji bite the inside of his mouth and let the tips of his fingers touch her chin. She fidgeted and he slid his hand up her cheeks until her pale face was held in his palm.
"N-Neji…?" She whispered as she sucked in her breath. He leaned in closer. Her eyes widened more afraid at what was going on than why.
"Akira…Then why do you stay in this house?" He asked in a way that made the girls cheek turn red.
"Why do I…." She thought for a second. Why did she stay, this was the family of the man who destroyed her life, right? But…Mikoto…so kind and motherly, she accepted her as her own daughter and even reprimanded the murderer she called her husband.
And Itachi.
Akira's breath caught in her lungs at the thought of the boy, now man that saved her life. The one who took pity on the poor little dying orphan girl. Faintly, Akira could remember the awkward touch he had when he pick up her body, ignoring the blood that spilled from her back. The clumsy fingers that bandaged her and tried so hard to be polite and not look at her revealed flat chest; Akira felt her cheeks turn pink from the memories of the last two years.
Why did she continue to stay here?
Finally…she knew…
"Neji…I stay here because I wouldn't be able to leave even if I wanted to."
The boy furrowed his brows and scowled. He knew what she would say next, but asked anyway.
"Why then…Akira, what is your reason to stay here?" Akira grasped Neji's larger hand in hers and led it away from her face.
"…Because I'm in love with Itachi." She said sadly. Neji closed his eyes and sighed. He put his head on her shoulder and stayed like that.
"I knew you would say that…I just wish it wasn't true." He looks back at Akira, his pearl eyes on her.
"I like you Akira…you took care of me and never once thought I was a nuisance."
Akira smiled and watched him get up. Pulling his hair out of his face he walked down the hall and around the corner, disappearing from her sight.
Akira sat there in the cold, staring blankly down the walkway. She was thinking of getting up and going to bed when the muted footsteps of Itachi walking around the same corner Neji disappeared behind. His crimson eyes met hers and she blushed.
"Was there any reason as to why I just saw Neji walk passed me as if someone killed his puppy?" His smooth voice asked. Akira laughed a bit awkwardly as the older Uchiha raised his well kept brow.
"Akira?" He said walking closer to her suspicious.
"Well…" She mumbled. "It could have something to do with the act that I just turned him down."
The young man narrowed his eyes, his curiousness turned into a demand of waiting the whole story.
"What?" He seethed as he stood over the petite ninja. Akira shut her moth in surprise at Itachi's sudden turn in demeanor.
"…Huh…?" She looked up at him and he shifted to stand on his knees, his left arm balancing his body on the pillar behind Akira.
"Turned him down for what?" He muttered his red eyes on her. She gulped and explained to him what had taken place not five minutes ago. The man's annoyed looked didn't disappear.
"Uh…Itachi?" Her voice shook, an angry Itachi was not a fun Itachi…Crimson met Cocoa and honey eyes, The little ninja's breath seemed to stop.
"Then will you only have feelings for me." Itachi commanded, his face ever so close to Akira's as his long fingers tangled in her wavy hair. The two looked at each other for a long time. What was it about her that made him want to keep her close? She was five years younger and barely experienced in fighting, she wasn't a genius like him, and if he didn't watch her properly she would clumsily fall of a cliff.
Akira felt her face heat up as she uneasily backed away. The look in her loves eyes were new to her, she didn't know what he was thinking, which wasn't something new, but whatever it was it may not be good. The wooden beam that helped support the roof dug into her back as she realized she was now trapped.
Itachi mentally sighed in disgust at where his own teenage mind was heading at the thought of Akira and their current possession. At the same time he cursed her for being born late, if it wasn't for that he would have her moaning under him right this second. Before his thoughts became anymore lewd Akira's soft whimper interrupted his thought process. He looked back at her uneasy expression and threw all previous apprehension away; she looked way too tempting now.
This uneasy feeling in her gut was completely new to her. Usually it was a feeling of endearment and safety that came to mind when she would think about Itachi. But now as Itachi's features creep ever closer to her she wondered what she should feel, their breath on each other's face. And wondered why on earth she was starting to like it.
Without anything said Itachi pressed his lips to Akira's. The sensation was as cold as stone thanks to the winter's crisp air and made the girl shiver, but she pressed her lips close to his in return and closed her eyes. Her first kiss and it was given to the man she was in love with. The hand that was wrapped in her hair came undone as his fingers dragged its way to her chin. Akira shivered again and let out a sigh; embarrassed by her reaction she opened her eyes. Itachi released their lips to smirk in amusement.
"Well now Akira, was that a sigh of pleasure?" The pirate asked. Akira stuttered and stared at the man embarrassed.
"D-Don't make fun of me Itachi!" She muttered. Itachi kept his sly smile and held her chin with his thumb and pointer finger. A devious flicker in his eyes made the girl under him gulp.
Leaning back into another kiss Itachi whispered low into the kiss.
"I'm going to teach you how adults kiss Akira…" Their lips meet and the fingers grasping Akira's chin force her to part her lips so the weasel could slip his tongue in. The small body below him jumped and tried to wriggle away. But the arm supporting him on the beam snaked around her slim waist, his tongue greedily attack the still one inside her mouth until it mimicked his. The arm tightened its grip, Akira gasped for air as Itachi cut it off again to deepen the clumsy kiss.
Akira felt the muscle in her mouth brush against hers as their saliva mixed and tongues explored. She didn't know what was happening, was this a kiss, or was he trying to eat her? It was hard to breath and her arms that were trapped between her and Itachi's body were going numb. She moved her head in attempt to find air, but all it caused was the Weasel before her letting out a sound she processed as pleasure. Her face flushed as her eyes watered, she let out another sound that the teenager must have liked for he tangled his other hand in her hair again.
"I-Ita…chi…a-air." She gasped. To her relief the slick muscle and his lips backed off while his eyes stayed locked with hers. The girl on the other hand squeezed her eyes tight as she gasped for air, a small choke here and there. She turned her head back up to face the older adolescent who lick his lips in satisfaction. She felt more blood rush to her face when he took his sweater sleeve to wipe off the string of spit on the side of her mouth.
It was awkwardly silent after that as He helped her to her feet and back to her bedroom. When she made it to her futon and sat down Itachi spoke up.
"You need practice." He said blankly. Akira stuttered and stood up pointing at him.
"Y-Y-You're the one who decided to make out with a 12 year old!" He took what she said into consideration and shrugged.
"You're the one who drove me to it." He countered.
"H-Huh," She asked, honestly confused. "h-how?"
Itachi stared at the girl as if it was obvious, seeing as she was obviously confused he shoved her to the floor and hovered over her.
"…You were the one who admitted it first, think about it." He hinted with a star that told Akira he was half tempted to do that tongue thing to her again. The ninja blushed and thought deeply about what she had said the other long haired boy. A moment passed until she put two and two together.
"You….Wait- were you eavesdropping!" She gasped indignantly. The weasel stared at her exasperated and turned his attention to her thin neck and bit the skin. Akira squeaked
"W-What was that for?" She whimpered.
"…Because of your stupidity, I feel like taking advantage of you." He answered pointedly and let his pink tongue glide across the soft flesh of her neck. Akira gulped and laughed nervously; placing her hands on either side of the teenagers face she lifted his head so he would face her. With brown eyes soft and child like, she smiled.
"You heard me say that I was in love with you." She whispered. With his face ever close he nodded.
"You….you feel the same?" She asked; the breath caught in her throat when Itachi dark red eyes gave off an intense stare, he didn't need to say anything more. She knew with that that she was loved.
Heh….heh heh sorry, I've been extremely lazy and have been looking for a job…damn my terrible luck.
But so…that make out scene was the most embarrassing thing I've ever written…it was just so hard to do it because I don't know what it feels like to kiss or French kiss someone (O/O)