Note from Author: I just had to do this! The image came into my mind one day, and I nearly died from laughter! I couldn't stop! I hope you all like it as much as I do.
Rating: T
Clashing Personalities
Thirty-One
Softies are often perverts. Deidara and Sasori abducted her right after school. In fact, they marched up to her small group of friends, smiled, and said they were kidnapping her. Then they told them to have a good day. And dropped that they shouldn't do anything they, the Akatsuki, would do. Naruto gave them a blank, confused stare. Sasuke flipped them off. Shikamaru said, and she quotes, "'How bothersome'". She's not sure if she should be insulted or laugh.
And that leads to where they are now – her dressed in a Playboy Bunny costume and hidden inside a fucking box. She's being carried – the box is, anyway. She's not all that sure what's going on. She only knows this is going to turn out in a way she doesn't want it to turn out. It always goes this way.
At least her dad can't see her wearing the skin-tight black and white outfit with a puffy tail and long, flopping ears. He'd say she looks like a sex-toy. Or a hooker. Either one, really. But her dad's odd and says the most random things.
What are they planning to do with me? The question pops up so damn quickly, it startles her.
She doesn't know how long she sits in the box, but she's relieved when they stop moving. She can hear a commotion outside her confines. Someone raps the side of her box and says, "Listen, after the song finishes – You will jump out. Think of a surprise model. We will so owe you after this!"
She's sitting in there a while longer, than moving again. The inside of the box is now cold, and she can feel it getting lifted. The announcements are hard to hear now, but she ignores it. Then the music starts. She adjusts, crouching in heels. When it stops, she bursts upward. She can hear shocked voices, but she does as she was instructed. Her arms go up, she turns, and she smiles.
Right in front of her is Itachi, and he's beat red.
She notices how he's staring.
She can see the banners – Happy Birthday Itachi!
She struts up to him. She might as well enjoy this.
Stepping down from the table is easy enough. Sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, is a bit harder in heels. Nose-to-nose, she stares into his eyes.
"Happy Birthday, Itachi-kun."
And she promptly kisses him.