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Warning: This is yaoi, intimate interaction between two males. If you do not like this kind of stuff or do not believe in it then please click the back arrow (located next to the forward arrow and on my internet it is on the far left side of the browser, if it is different on yours then please locate it now). And I hope the letters hit you on the way out and scar you for life, because yaoi is my one true passion and you have destroyed it in a burning red flame of homophobic hatred… Anyway, the rating currently is T; it may change (as in going up to M) so if you not like ultimate togetherness between two males, then please do the same as the ones whom do not like yaoi. Thank you very much!
I know I haven't updated in a super long time! I'm sorry, a lot has been going on, but anyways; here it is! The eighth chapter!
-`~Previously~`-
"I think you're old enough now." Itachi smirked.
My heart skipped a couple beats, was he saying what I think he was saying?
-`~Currently~`-
I watched the eldest Uchiha rise from my bed, I didn't remember when he had sat down… He moved gracefully to the window opening it in one fluent motion. I figured he was going to leave, but he turned back around.
"You look as if you could use some air." He stayed emotionless, walking back over to me and touching my cheek lightly.
I shied away from the long since the bitter reminder of his skin against mine, suddenly melancholy.
"Please, promise me that you will not go with Sasuke."
"Why should I? Why do you even care?" I asked, trying to mask my hurt by slapping his hand away, glaring defiantly into his mesmerizing eyes.
"I've always cared about you, whether you want to believe that or not." The Uchiha answered removing his hand, his gaze unwavering.
"Well I don't! You care about nothing but power!" Bitterness was evident now, but I couldn't care less.
Itachi stayed silent for a moment, I thought I saw hurt grace his features, but I thought better of it. He could not have been upset by what I said surely. I dwelled on this for a few moments before being jolted back to reality by a porcelain hand grasping my face harshly, dangerous crimson eyes becoming level with my own.
"Promise me." His intention was what made me try my hardest to nod, but realizing I was unable, I simply answered with a weak.
"Yes." It didn't make much sense in context, but he understood and let go of my jaw, letting the hand that held me still run through my hair before walking out my bedroom door.
Leaving me alone.
I let myself be consumed by the silence, letting my mind become blank, and just about jumped out of my skin when the tea kettle began to whistle. I rushed to the kitchen and turned the stove off, pouring a cup of green tea and sitting down at the empty table.
As I took a sip I let myself as the question, 'What the Hell am I going to do?'
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I know this was super short and long awaited, but I promise to be more on top of updating now that summer has come and now that I think I've figured this plot out^-^
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Until next time!