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If Uchiha Itachi was anything, he was altruistic to a fault. He constantly placed the needs of his clan above himself, and those of the village above his clan. The double agent scarcely did anything for the sake of self-satisfaction…
"Itachi!"
…But the jounin kunoichi at his window would forever be the exception.
He closed his new set of mission files and stored them in a mahogany drawer's hidden compartment. Then, after a pause just long enough to make the woman angry, he opened the window and let her in.
She leapt inside fast as a writhing cobra and shrugged out of her wet tan coat. "What the hell took you so long? Can't you see it's raining?"
He smirked in a most aggravating way. "Perhaps if you opted to wear more clothing you wouldn't get soaked through."
"This coming from a man who prefers me in no clothes at all." The voluptuous woman slid into his bed in nothing but her mesh shirt and shorts.
The ANBU agent looked at her quizzically. She was usually much more predatory. "Anko, what are you doing?"
"Mmm cold," she mumbled, half muffled by the pillows. "Come defrost me."
He sighed, thinking of all the work he'd have to finish later, and joined her under the covers. "Won't your other lovers be missing you?"
She rolled her eyes. "Kami, sometimes I forget how young you are." Almost half way through her twenties, the woman cared very little for monogamy. She smiled at the feel of his hard chest against her back. "Uchihas are so territorial."
"Hardly. It's just becoming a bit awkward to work around certain shinobi."
She gave a breezy laugh. "Is it because you want to kill them?"
He gave her a sharp look. "Anko-"
"Alright, alright." She climbed on top of the dark haired man and looked down impatiently. "Well, are you going to take off the shirt or do I have to slice through it?" She had a kunai ready for the task.
"Little sadist," he commented, but still removed the garment in question. "What's the real reason for this visit?"
"You mean besides my undying attraction to you?" Her tongue flicked his earlobe in a quite reptilian manner. "I want confirmation on a certain piece of gossip."
His fingers traced the indentations of her back dimples lazily. "It was about that time."
"So it's true that little Sasuke is gonna run the Uchiha clan."
"It is." There was no point in keeping it under wraps.
She kissed his jaw line teasingly. "Why?"
"Who knows. Sasuke's abilities are suitable."
Anko's eyes narrowed dubiously. "Comparing his abilities to yours is like calling a fodder ninja the sage of six paths."
He slid her mesh shirt off and committed her wet cleavage to memory via sharingan. "You're rather generous with the compliments this evening."
"As you are with the lies." She darted her tongue across his lips. "It's obvious what happened. You don't have to be embarrassed. Your family found out that you're madly in love with me and thought I'd be too hard to handle." Anko could not even finish the sentence with a straight face. Their bond was of raging lust, unspoken respect, and fickle affection. Love had as little chance growing between them as a rose did blooming in a swamp.
Itachi actually laughed, for the first time in a while, and kissed her forehead. "Your narcissism knows no bounds, but it's a little more complicated than that."
Suddenly the door flew open and Shisui stumbled in. "Itachi, there's…oh, hello Mitarashi-san." The man looked down sheepishly. The woman always muted her chakra so perfectly, he could never tell when she was there.
In a fraction of a second, Itachi had switched their positions so his back shielded her. The prospect of his kinsman and closest friend seeing her shouldn't have bothered him so much. Why should it when she'd be between someone else's sheets tomorrow. A bubble of vexation rose in his chest - it was time to reroute this train of thought.
"What is it Shisui?" He effectively sifted the blazing irritation out of his voice.
"The contract with the Hyuga clan has been cemented. We have to go."
"Eh? What about my body?" She was not leaving this mansion unsatisfied!
The man stiffened and reached for his discarded shirt. "Sorry Anko," he kissed her forehead. "Next time."
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"S-Sasuke-san." The Hyuga heiress mounted the roof cautiously. "I also have guard duty at this time, and I believe there are some things we must discuss."
"Aa." He looked up at her momentarily before glancing around the mansion's perimeter.
Hinata fiddled nervously with her jacket. She wanted to phrase this correctly, having found this Uchiha - all Uchiha, in fact - very intimidating. "I…well, um…you see, no offense…but the present s-situation doesn't exactly work for me."
Sasuke smirked. "Hn. It's not my cup of tea either." He was unfathomably glad that she wasn't any other girl in the village. None of them would ever dream of forfeiting a chance to marry him.
"Well, of course. I w-wouldn't assume that it was." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. "I mean, don't you and Sakura-chan plan to…"
Sasuke's face gained a scarcely detectable redness. "It isn't something we've discussed." Before his parents revealed their plan to make him the clan's next leader, he'd assumed that if they stayed together they'd get married when they were older. But recently things have become more complicated.
Hinata glanced down at the regal courtyard. She knew that her pink haired friend at least thought about it. "W-well, naturally, it's a bit too early-"
"Apparently not." His interjection was humorless. He nodded at the Hyuga to signal for her to continue.
"-But, you love her, right?"
He glanced at Hinata warily before looking away. Just because he couldn't keep the smile off his face, didn't mean that anyone had to see it. "Aa."
The Hyuga smiled. It was the same for her in terms of Naruto. "Have you mentioned it to your parents? P-perhaps they'll reconsider. Sakura-chan is a great kunoichi."
Sasuke wasn't one to share his feelings, but the Hyuga seemed to be trustworthy. And she was the only one who knew of his situation. "They said she was common." His shoulders tensed. It still bothered him. "Because she doesn't belong to a clan and has no kekkei genkai to speak of."
"That's horrible." Hinata looked down, eyes welling with compassion for her friend. But she knew how meticulous clans were about their bloodlines.
Sasuke didn't respond. "Even if that wasn't the case, they'd still take issue with her. Being Godaime's apprentice, the elders will say she's too close to the Senju clan to be trusted. They'd also criticize her for being too excitable, and not submissive enough. And then there's the hair." He grimaced. His father would just adore the idea of pink haired Uchihas.
"S-Sakura-san's hair is beautiful. She's an amazing person." The Hyuga bit her lip. "A-and if anyone said something even mildly offensive about you, Sasuke-san, she'd punch them right through a wall." She folded and unfolded her hands. "E-even with someone like me w-who has no courage to speak of…if they called Naruto-kun common or something like that, I think I would t-throw a fit and I'd definitely make them accept him!"
Sasuke smirked. Was she lecturing him? "You're even beginning to sound like the dobe."
The heiress smiled, clearly pleased. "T-thank you. I t-try."
Notes: I'm not sure when it happened, but I kinda ship Anko and Itachi now. I can delve a bit deeper into their situation if you guys are interested. There will be more direct SS and NH in the next installment. Also this ( .com) is my tumblr url where I write a lot of SS drabbles and oneshots.
Thanks for reading, everyone!