Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto
Why is it so hard to find someone, who cares about you? When it's easy enough to find someone, who looks down on you! — Three Days Grace
"Nngh…Itachi…d-don't stop," Hana muttered as Itachi feverishly kissed her neck. He paused to look at her with a cocky smirk, his black eyes glittering with lust.
"I don't plan on stopping," he buried his head into the crook of her neck, kissing and nipping her soft skin. They had been living together for about a month and a half, Itachi kept denying the fact that he was dating Hana, even though everyone knew it was a lie, at least on his part, cause Hana agreed that yes, they were dating, in a very weird fashion. Anyway, Itachi came home early, Hana made dinner; they watched some lame horror flick and were now getting it on.
Itachi was currently kissing his way down Hana's naked body, her hands tangled in his hair. The phone rang. The jingle oddly loud and annoying. "Ignore it," Hana muttered.
"Hn." Itachi continued kissing Hana's thigh. The phone rang three more times before the answering machine picked it up; there was silence on the other end. The couple proceeded to ignore the annoying telephone, but it rang again. Itachi stopped and reached for it, but Hana grabbed his hand, placing it on her breast.
"I'm more interesting," she breathed, causing the dark eyed man to chuckle, going back to covering her body with heated kisses. The phone rang a third time.
"Hana, I have to get it." Itachi muttered, leaning over her, his fingers wrapping around the communication device. Hana smirked, she had a nice view of her boyfriend's chest, just begging to be touched and teased, so Hana did just that.
"Hello… Ha-na," Itachi moaned, a smile gracing his lips. "Oh…erm, hey Sasuke…y-you caught me at a bad time…what am I doing? Well, I'm…ugh," Itachi gave a loud erotic groan as Hana bit his nipple. "Hana, I'm on the phone," Itachi growled when he was able to speak again.
"Don't care." Hana kissed his chest.
"Yes, I'm still here, Sasuke, now what is it so I can get back to my uhm…activity," Itachi snapped, trying not to groan into the phone again. "You what?" Itachi sat up, sex far from his mind. Hana pouted. "Damn it, okay fine, I'll be right over," Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, yes, I understand, just don't touch anything and stay put got it? Okay, bye," Itachi hung up the phone and angrily threw the covers off him. Hana frowned and pulled him back, catching his lips with hers. "Hana, stop I have to go," Itachi whispered.
"Just forget about it, and let someone else deal with it," Hana mumbled.
"I can't," Itachi protested.
"Listen, I'm all hot and bothered, the least you can do is finish the job," Hana growled.
Itachi kissed her, running his hands through her chocolate tresses. "I'd really would love to but this is serious, sorry." Itachi kissed her heatedly before pulling away. Hana pouted as he began to dress.
"Do you really have to go?" Hana asked.
"Sadly, yes." He looked at her as he hastily tied his hair back.
"You look hot doing that." Hana batted her eyes. "And after I worked so hard to get you out of those clothes too," she pouted playfully.
"Sorry love," he kissed her before grabbing his badge and his jacket and leaving. Hana blinked rapidly. "Don't wait up for me!" he shouted from the hall, before exiting the apartment.
He called me love, Hana thought before smiling happily and snuggling into the blankets.
Itachi looked at the mess before him. Sasuke had rammed black Lexus against a lamppost. Sasuke's red haired girlfriend, his best friend and his girlfriend all stared at Itachi. The elder Uchiha really wished he were back at his apartment, getting the best lay of the week, but no! He had to be out here, pulling Sasuke's ass out of the fryer again! "The things I do for family," Itachi grumbled. "Okay, what happened? Lamppost jump in front of you?" Itachi asked.
"Well, I ran into a pole," Sasuke said stupidly and looked at the ground.
"No shit Sherlock," Itachi crossed his arms over his chest. "Did Karin have her hands down your pants?"
"I did no— the nerve of— I'm not a slut!" Karin shouted, glaring at Itachi. She was squeezing Sasuke's bicep with one hand while clenching and unclenching her other hand. There was also a dusting of pink on her cheeks.
"No! I don't fuck and drive, you ass! Unlike you," Sasuke shot back, with his eyes narrowed and glinting dangerously, he didn't seem to mind Karin's death grip on his arm. Itachi felt his cheeks burn for a second.
"Hn." he walked up to Sasuke, and he could smell the booze on his little brother's breath. "You've been drinking," Itachi stated.
"No." Sasuke held his head up high.
"Tell me the truth, how many did you have?" Itachi asked.
"Okay, fine, one maybe two," Sasuke grumbled.
"Liar! You had at least five!" Naruto shouted.
"Shut up, Naruto!" Sasuke snapped at the blond boy, who happened to be heir to the largest porn company in the world.
"Five, wow, I'm calling Dad," Itachi pulled out his cell.
"You call Dad and I'm spilling the location!" Sasuke snarled, grabbing Itachi's wrist. Itachi's eyes widened for a brief second.
"The location to what?" Karin asked, having calmed down a bit. "The location to what Sasuke?"
"Forget about it, Karin." Sasuke told her as he tightened his grip on his brother's wrist.
"Who would you tell about my secret stash of porn, little brother?" Itachi asked. Sasuke gaped like a fish.
"You have a secret porn stash?" Naruto shouted. Karin smacked Naruto with a grumbled idiot. Naruto had pained expressions on his face as he stared at Karin. "Oh, Karin! You hit nearly as hard as Sakura-chan," Naruto whined.
"You know what I mean, Niisan," Sasuke growled.
"Then give me your keys and I'll let you off on a warning, and keep my mouth shut." Itachi held out his hand.
"How am I going to get to school?" Sasuke protested.
"You can walk." Itachi shrugged. "Either way it's not my problem. You should've thought about that before killing the lamppost," Itachi said. Sasuke grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and glowering at his brother.
"Fine, I'll tell Dad." Itachi flipped open his cell phone.
"S-Sasuke, you should let Itachi help you," Hinata muttered, holding onto Naruto's shirt.
Sasuke glared at the Hyuga heiress, before sighing, and pulling his keys from his pocket. "Itachi, here," Sasuke grumbled, handing his brother his car keys.
"….Never mind Dad," Itachi hung up, not bothering to care if his father was very confused on the other end. "Thanks." Itachi shoved Sasuke's keys into his pocket before walking off. "I'm going to call a friend." He told the group of friends.
"You're lucky you got such a nice brother, Sasuke," Karin said.
"He's a bastard to me half the time." Sasuke leaned against the wall besides Karin. He took her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.
"Sasuke, he just saved your ass and your dad a major headache!" Karin pointed out, squeezing his hand in return. "At least you can show him some gratitude."
"So? He rather be fucking Kiba's whore of a sister," Sasuke hissed. The young Uchiha glanced at his girlfriend. Itachi cuffed Sasuke on the back of the head.
"Hana's not a whore, she's an exotic dancer," Itachi informed him.
"You still fuck her," Sasuke muttered. Itachi grabbed Sasuke by his shirt and dragged him away from the group. Once he was sure they were far enough away, Itachi slammed his brother against the brick wall of the alley.
"Listen to me, Sasuke and listen to me good," Itachi growled, Sasuke blinked, trying to get out of his brother's grip.
"Lemme go, Itachi!" Sasuke squirmed.
"I just saved your ass from getting kicked out of college, from getting in a world of shit with Mom and Dad, everything you can think of, I just saved your sorry scrawny ass from! The least you can do is not make cracks about my girlfriend and how I spend my time with her, you got that?" Itachi narrowed his eyes, "Or would you rather if I tell Dad now that you were drinking and driving? Let him punish you instead of putting my ass on the line if he ever found out! Because frankly I'm sick and tired of your prissy rich boy attitude, so cut the crap!" Itachi snarled. Sasuke glanced at his brother.
"Fine," Sasuke grumbled. Itachi let him go, tossed his arm over Sasuke's shoulders and walked back to the group, smiling.
The others looked up at the two brothers; Hinata furrowed her brow in confusion while Karin frowned. "Well, I'd love to stay longer but I have to get back home. Kisame will be here in a few minutes, he knows Sasuke, he'll handle everything." Itachi stifled a yawn, as he got into his beat up blue Mustang and drove off.
Itachi walked into a dark apartment. He glanced at his watch and swore when it told him it was almost three in the morning. He was just glad tomorrow was Friday, no work. He pulled his clothes off, and undid his hair, before slipping into bed, pushing Hana out of the center; she looked at him with sleepy eyes.
"Hey." He kissed her forehead.
"What took you so long?" she asked softly.
"My brother hit a lamppost, he was drinking and driving. I pulled his ass out of the fryer." Itachi beat his pillow, as he got comfortable.
"Hmm." Hana rested her head on his chest, one arm falling around his waist. "You're such a nice brother," she muttered.
"Yeah, yeah." Itachi draped his arm around her body, pulling her closer to him. "I know." Itachi looked down at her. "Wanna finish what we started?" he asked.
"No." She pressed her finger against his lips; he kissed it lightly. "Sleep now." Hana nuzzled his chest, inhaling his scent. Itachi sighed as he rubbed his nose against her scalp the smell of coconuts ticking his nose.
"Okay," Itachi sighed softly, his eyes closing and he was soon asleep himself.
He groaned, weakly opening his eyes. Hana was gone, her side of the bed cool to the touch, he was hugging his pillow, and it was at least past eight o'clock in the morning. He pressed his head against his pillow in protest. The bed bounced a bit after he groaned.
"Hey sleepy head, wakey-wakey," Hana said as she shook his shoulder.
"Leave me alone," he muttered, trying to bat her away. Hana snickered, as she leaned down and caught his lips with hers. He moaned softly, as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She pulled away slowly, smirking down at him.
"Still want me to leave you alone?" she asked; he snorted, before his arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her down onto the bed and snuggled against her.
"Hn." He kissed softly. "No," he replied. Hana grinned as she giggled. "What time is it?" he mumbled, sitting up and leaning against the headboard.
"Almost one, I let you sleep in," she replied.
"Thank you." He rubbed his eyes.
"You called me love last night," Hana whispered.
"So?"
Hana cupped his cheek as she stared into his dark eyes. Itachi habitually leaned against her soft touch. "Itachi, I love you," Hana said. His eyes snapped open.
"What?" he breathed. "Why?"
"I said I love you," Hana tucked some hair behind his ear. He secretly liked it when she did it, because the touch was light, shy with girly innocence. "Because you are a great guy, a little naïve about the justice system being corrupt, quiet but I don't mind that, and you treat me with respect." She smiled, brushing a few strains of hair out of his dark eyes. Itachi looked away, his bangs falling back in place to obscure those enigmatic obsidian eyes of his.
"Hana, you barely know the first thing about me," he whispered.
"That's because you won't tell me," Hana replied, her voice icy. He glanced at her with an almost defeated dejected look in his eyes. "Why not?" she asked.
He looked away; subconsciously one of his hands covered the scars in the crook of his elbow.
"Itachi, I won't judge you. I'm not like the preppy townhouse girls that have Daddy's billions," Hana said. He barely glanced at her. "I'm raw, I'm real. I'm just like you, I know what life on the streets is like, I'm not a sheltered naïve slut like the girl my brother is dating," Hana reached out for him but he pulled away.
"Hn." He focused his eyes on something mundane. Hana sighed, hating it when he clammed up.
"Okay, I get it." She slid off the bed and walked towards the doorway. "If you don't love me or at least care about me tell me now and I'll pack my bags and get out of your life, I don't want you to be like the dozens of other guys I dated who only wanted me for a good casual fuck every now and then," Hana growled, before leaving the room.
Itachi blinked, before groaning and falling onto the bed, his hands fisting in his hair. "Damn it," he muttered. "Damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell and back," he grumbled.
"Izumi," he said.
"Um… Hana," the tattooed woman replied, her eyebrow arching quizzically, as Itachi sat down opposite her at the table.
"No, Izumi, she's the… sorta the reason behind my scars," Itachi said.
"Oh," Hana blinked.
"I was a member of Akatsuki during my adolescence, and when I was sixteen I met Izumi, she was a distant cousin like ten times removed or something," Itachi said, "but I was so fucked up I nearly ruined our friendship." Itachi shook his head. "I know very well that the justice system was broken, my father turned a blind eye to the fact that his prodigy son was addicted to heroin; Izumi helped me, no saved me from the darkness. She stayed with me through the pain of withdrawal; she helped me get my life together." Itachi smiled at the fond memory. "We began dating for a while, I got out of Akatsuki, but like all gangs they didn't take well to that and…" he paused, looking away.
"They killed her, didn't they?" Hana placed her hand on his wrist. Itachi gave a mute nod. "I understand. Orochimaru killed my dogs when I refused to do a big shot drug lord." Hana looked away. "It's not the same as having a person you love get killed, but I loved those dogs. I raised those dogs from newborn pups."
"Hana, I'm so sorry," Itachi whispered; regret flooding his coal black eyes.
"Don't be, your lost is greater than mine. They were just dogs." Hana tried to dismiss it as trivial. Itachi cupped her face. "Those dogs," she whispered brokenly, "where like children to me."
"Human or animal, every life is precious, that's why I couldn't let you die when I saw you bleeding to death that day," Itachi whispered. Hana blinked.
"You… you were the stranger that saved me?" she breathed.
"Yes," Itachi nodded.
"Why? Why did you save me?" she asked.
"Because…I couldn't leave you and let you die with a shattered soul." Itachi blinked. "Anyway… after leaving Akatsuki, I eventually turned them in. My cousin Uchiha Madara was sentence to prison along with Nagato, Konan, Obito, Zetsu… everyone but me," Itachi finished. "Being the son of the police chief in a system that's gone to hell has its perks." Itachi gave a cocky grin. "I got my life together, went to college, and now I'm here talking to you." Itachi gave a weak smile.
Hana nodded. "What was your life like before Akatsuki?" Hana asked. Itachi blinked.
"Pleasant, annoying at times but pleasant," he said. Hana nodded.
"Thanks for telling me, now I'm gonna post this on my blog." she grinned.
"Hey!" Itachi shouted. Hana laughed.
"Kidding!" she kissed him. "I may be a whore, but I'm not heartless." she winked at him.
"You aren't a whore," he said as she stood up to put her plate in the sink. He got up and leaned against the table, watching her.
"Thanks for the flattery, but I am," Hana rolled her eyes.
"You aren't!" he protested.
"Itachi, I am, you can't deny it," she said.
"No, you aren't a whore, you are my girlfriend, whom I love dearly; who also happens to be an exotic dancer for Jiraiya," Itachi said, before cocking his head slightly. Hana was staring at him as if he just grew a third head. "Hana?" he walked up to her and waved his hand before her face.
"You love me," she whispered.
"Yes, I love you, I am your boyfriend, isn't that what boyfriends are supposed to do? Love their girlfriends?" he asked, gesticulating to solidify his point.
Hana looked him up and down. "You're serious," she breathed.
"I don't give my heart away lightly, Inuzuka." Itachi narrowed his eyes. Hana blinked, a grin stretching across her lips and she squealed, jumping him, grabbing his face, kissing him heatedly.
Itachi staggered back, hitting the table, groaning softly as he struggled to keep Hana up on his hips. For once, in his life, he wished that he had a woman's wide hips; it would make situations like this so much easier. He adjusted Hana again. His grip tightening on her thighs in an effort to keep her from falling as they gave sloppy passionate kisses to each other. They stopped suddenly when they heard a knock on the door.
And… cliffie!
So, I found out that all the chapters are 20+ pages in length. That's way too much for me to edit in one go on a school night. So, I'm cutting them in half. Or at least trying to. Like I said, this story was supposed to originally be like a super oneshot, but it got too long and I broke it up into for parts. Now it seems I'm breaking those four parts up into two. I'm expecting a total of six chapters by the end (maybe a seventh if I want to add an epilogue).
Uchiha Izumi is the canon girlfriend of Itachi. (According to the light novels coming out. I hesitate to call this the Word of Kishimoto, but eh, Izumi serves the purpose of being Itachi's dead girlfriend in this, so whatev.)
Updated it to SasuKarin. I love these two together just as much as Itachi and Hana! Oh and yay-ah! Finally was able to work in a Three Days Grace song into this. Since the entire thing was inspired by Wake Up by Three Days Grace.
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-Nemo