Hello again all! Here be the fourth chapter of Flowers from stone, I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! From now on, this story will be rated M for sexual scenes and mature themes, please view cautiously if easily offended by mature content!
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Flowers from stone
Maoru groaned as her covers were thrown off of her body and her skin grew goose bumps at the chilly, early morning air.
"Get up. We leave in an hour."
The girl had to practically pry her lids open and she internally cried when she realized how dark it was. It must be five in the friggin' morning! Her hazy grey eyes trailed slowly to the raven haired culprit who awoke her from her peaceful, practically comatose, slumber, a scowl making its way to her haggard face.
"What time is it…?" Her voice was croaky and she found it difficult focusing on the man. Was she still drunk from last night? With the speed of a snail, she pulled herself up and out of bed, in search of clothes. Because at that point, she was pretty sure she was only wearing panties and a tank top. She might have been embarrassed had he not just completely interrupted her sweet dreams and royally pissed her of. Itachi merely watched her in the dark shadows of the room, his black orbs watching her stumble around in the early morning light.
"Four thirty AM."
A small whine of disapproval came from the girl's throat as she managed to find her tight leather-look, two piece play suit. The man retained the smile making its way to his lips before he turned to walk out the door.
"Be outside the building by five thirty AM."
Maoru could only narrow her eyes at his silhouette as he disappeared through the portal to hell from whence he came, or in other words, the door.
After an hour of putting on her clothes, ninja gear, a plain black cloak and concealing the small pimple that had broken out on her forehead, she headed out through the door whilst combing through her hair and styling it in the usual lopsided up-do. The base was quiet that early in the morning, save Deidara bumping past her in the living area and smirking at her to which she briefly flipped him off. She didn't know how he did it, to say she wasn't a morning person was an understatement. She could tell he'd struggled though. His visible eye was a lot more swollen than usual and looked like it was having trouble staying open. She guessed that's what they got for drinking until early hours of the morning. They must have gone to bed at about two.
The cold, harsh wind and rain was indeed an unpleasant experience. It seemed even worse when she saw Itachi casually leaning against the opposite wall, beneath a street lamp with his arms crossed, drops of rain trailing down his handsome brow. If she hadn't been so moody, she might have even thought he looked hot. But it was ridiculous o' clock so instead, all she could do was let out a small, "Let's get this over with," Begrudgingly. And they began their journey.
The pair travelled for hours, the sky becoming light and the sun rising as soon as they left that cursed town where it rained constantly. They jumped through trees swiftly and stealthily, only stopping when the sun was positioned in the sky to show them it was late afternoon. Itachi stopped which caused Maoru to nearly crash into him, giving him a questionable stare once she'd balanced herself on the thick branch. The man's coal irises flickered about the forest as he silently scanned the perimeter.
"We will stop here and rest."
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"So, what even is our mission, Senpai? You never told me."
Maoru munched on a rice ball that Itachi had so graciously made her. At the time of accepting, she'd made a joke about how if the whole S ranked criminal thing didn't work out, he'd make a pretty decent house wife. He never responded. She thought it had been pretty good, anyway. The man sat across from her against the trunk of the large tree they were perched upon, quietly eating his own lunch before his eyes blinked over to the petite girl who stared at him with unwavering curiosity. It was at times like that, he realized how young she was with her feline eyes wide with childish wonder. Like a little duckling following its mother duck.
"We are on an elimination assignment. Meaning we must exterminate a certain man under the alias of Kamakiri, or, the praying mantis. Kamakiri used to be a source of intelligence for the Akatsuki but since a few months ago, has severed all ties with us. After taking a hefty sum of our money for his services, he managed to go incognito."
Maoru sponged in the information silently as she continued to take bites out of her rice ball, teeth cutting through the soft delicacy with ease.
"He's been spotted near the land of earth by one of the Akatsuki's spies. It's our job to find him, interrogate him and kill him."
He watched as the girl froze up, completely stopping all of her movement like a rabbit caught in the headlights. She ceased all breathing as she stared over Itachi's shoulder, feline eyes wide with shock. The man simply raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem?"
Maoru hesitated for a second before she followed the lump of food in her throat.
"N-no…" She shakily replied. Her Senpai seemed to think nothing of it, to which she was grateful. When he closed his eyes to rest, the girl just stared at him, eyebrows furrowing.
I swore I'd never go back there…
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After much coaxing and whinging on Maoru's part, Itachi's will finally crumbled and he agreed to let them stay at a hot spring resort for the night after nearly passing one. He'd actually hoped the girl wouldn't notice but to his dismay, she'd eagerly pointed at it squealing, "Senpai, look! Can we stay, pretty please? It's been so long since I bathed in a spring!" Or… something along those lines. His first response had been a firm no but when she persisted, pouting each time he would reject, he didn't really have much of a choice other than to say yes. A soft smile tugged at his lips when she'd jumped for joy and grabbed the sleeve of his cloak, dragging him inside, completely disregarding his personal space.
The girl had fought suspiciously hard for them to share a room and a hot spring, she really knew this. But she was just lucky that Itachi was probably the most oblivious man in the world when it came to the opposite sex. To be honest, she had put up a pretty good argument for it, saying it would be cheaper and safer for them to share, he'd just stared at her apathetically before nodding to the girl at the table who had no idea what was going on because she was too busy ogling the man and staring Maoru down.
The feline eyed girl in question made it clear that they were together, nudging into her Senpai and giving the girl mutual looks of contempt. Even though technically they weren't together but still.
Dear god, when did she get so crazy?
Itachi paid this no mind, thankfully, and led the girl to their shared room which was located on the second floor and in the third room on the left. When they got in, the girl's grin nearly tore her face in two when she saw there was a singular double bed. That was it. She had to stop herself from cackling insanely as her very attractive Senpai blinked.
"Oh no, Senpai. There's only one bed. Oh well, I guess that means we'll have to share it." She feigned pity, eyeing her superior closely before he turned to her and she averted her gaze away.
"I'll take the sofa."
She bit her lip to avoid looking so crestfallen as he removed his Akatsuki cloak and lay it on the dresser. I've turned into such a little pervert, The girl sighed internally in irritation before doing the same to her own travelling cloak, practically throwing it onto the bed just as she plopped onto her back, nearly letting out a content gasp as the soft mattress cupped her aching bones from travelling all day.
"You can use the spring to bathe first, just let me know when you've come out." Itachi stated before reaching into his ninja pouch for his book. The girl sat up quickly which gaged his attention. She gave him a hard look with had him raising a brow at her.
"But Senpai what if there are… perverts." She grumbled, scowl still in place. Itachi hesitated for a moment before his coal orbs drifted back down to his tattered book that he opened with his right thumb.
"You're strong, you can handle yourself."
Maoru bit her lip.
"But, Itachi-Senpai," Again, his eyes shot to her. He noted that his student's cheeks were burning a considerable amount and she'd began to twiddle her thumbs. "W-what if there's a lot of them…"
There was a brief moment of tense silence where her teacher was thinking about what to say and do before he sighed, standing and shutting his book with a firm, 'clap.'
"Fine. I will accompany you. But I refuse to disrobe myself. It would be… improper."
The girl didn't even bother hiding her smirk as he murmured the last word into the collar of his Akatsuki cloak, eyes closing as he remained cool and collected. Maoru's stormy eyes twinkled mischievously as she slid to a standing position and laced her fingers behind her back innocently.
"I could always assist."
Again, there was an uncomfortable silence before Itachi left the room. The blonde girl just stifled a laugh and followed him out.
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"This was such a good idea, don't you think?" Maoru groaned, wearing nothing but her birthday suit as she sat in the shallow end of the steaming spring, attempting to tie her long hair into a high bun and not even bothered that her Senpai sat behind her at the table drinking tea, eyes watching her every move.
The night sky was particularly starry that evening which made it quite a nice time to relax like that. His black irises watched as beads of water rolled down the girl's pale back and stopped just above the coxes, just where the water hid the rest of her naked form. The man had to regain his composure as she innocently grabbed for the soap to the left side of her and he'd very much seen a peak of naked side… boob. He nearly choked on his tea, his usually calm composure being affected by the damn heat of the spring, or so he would like to believe.
"Are you sure you don't want to join me, Itachi-Senpai? It's kind of lonely in here."
His breath was caught in his throat as thoughts raced through his mind. If he said no, what were the consequences? Probably, he could just sit there drinking tea like the responsible ninja and older brother he was. If he said yes…
"S-senpai, don't stop!"
Grinding, thrusting and splashing ensued as he pounded from behind into the girl whose face darkened by each push of her teacher's body. Her eyes glazed over with something akin to dirty, taboo sin. With each thrust, her plump breasts were pushed into the stone wall, pink, or what he imagined were, little nipples rubbing against the rough texture as she mewled like a sex kitten. Now, he liked the sound of that. The man held her arms behind her back with his right hand, his left grasping her shoulder to pull her tight little body into his own lean one, grunts emitting from his throat.
The girl bounced herself onto him rapidly, staring at him over her shoulder, cheeks burning red and stray hair sticking to her forehead where a sheen of condensation from the hot spring steam and their own raunchy activities shone. Itachi threw his head back, letting go of her arms so he could grasp her buttocks, pulling her as close as he could into his throbbing-
"Senpai? Are you okay? You seem kind of spacey today?"
The man blinked slowly before turning his attention to the female who had moved to the deeper end, thankfully, the water coming up to her shoulder. The girl smiled at his smugly, almost as if she knew what he was thinking. Maoru raised her arms out of the water and adjusted her bun, pulling at it so the long hair fell loose over her front, shielding her breasts which she raised from the water. It was pretty easy to know what he was thinking when he was staring at her for a good ten minutes. The man immediately looked back to his now tepid cup of tea in his hands, completely silent.
"I'm fine."
"You don't have to look away, you know. You're my Senpai. It's only natural for a teacher to know all of his student. It's just as normal as showing you all of my jutsu."
Maoru noticed how tightly he seemed to be clenching his hands around his cup which caused her to raise an eyebrow. After all, she did kind of have a point. It was pretty normal for a student to show their bodies to their master. Not even on intimate terms. It was a part of the whole process of being on those sorts of terms. It shouldn't be awkward between them, really. But it did make it kind of fun knowing just how prudish and sexually awkward Itachi was. It was strange how both the Uchiha brothers seemed completely oblivious to the sex appeal they both possessed.
"I… It's not necessary. If you need me, I will be back in the room."
The girl frowned as he stood and hurriedly made his way inside under the illumination of the warm coloured lanterns that were strung around the perimeter. Maybe she'd pushed him too far this time. A pang of guilt and rejection shot through her chest as she pouted, sinking her whole body into the hot water. Dammit. I nearly had him. Was it bad that she'd began considering it a twisted little game to try and seduce him? It was fun at the start, but now she felt quite competitive. Especially when there were other women around as she found today.
Don't get her wrong, she wasn't vain at all. But she wasn't oblivious to the affects her physical appearance had on men. Not after… past experiences.
Blowing bubbles in frustration, her brows furrowed. Before an idea popped into her head. The murky water hid the smirk that formed on her face. She looked around the area, grey eyes filled with cunning and sly intention. She knew something that could help her in her little… game.
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Itachi stirred slightly when he sensed another presence nearing the room, his coal orbs flickered open and looked to the clock that ticked on the wall. It was eleven o'clock, how had Maoru been down there for three hours. His eyes widened slightly.
"Don't tell me…" He growled.
"Senpai!" The door slammed open and the light turned on, nearly blinding his already damaged eyes. He blinked and sat up from the sofa, irritation written all over his expression he was sure as he scowled over to the door. Just as he'd thought. The girl leaned heavily on the door frame, a bottle of what he could only guess was sake in her hand as she smiled at him, face flushed. She was as drunk as a skunk. Itachi raised an eyebrow to her.
"You're turning into quite the alcoholic." He grumbled, rubbing his face as she waltzed in, pushing the door shut with her hip as she held two shot glasses in one hand and the alcohol in the other.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm bored, let's play a drinking game that Deidara-Senpai taught me!" She beamed, eyes hazy. He didn't know how much she'd had to drink already and he didn't want to know where she'd got it from but he frowned at her.
"No."
The girl stopped in her tracks and sulked slightly before plopping onto the ground with little to no grace in her bathrobe that very nearly fell open, laying the bottle and the shot glasses onto the wooden floor in front of her. She leaned against the bed.
"I guess I'll just have to play it by myself then. I hope you can sleep knowing you've upset your student, Senpai. I, personally, wouldn't but oh well-"
"Fine. I'll play your silly games. But only for a little while since we have to be up early tomorrow." Itachi begrudgingly gave in, something of a correlation as of recent. He sighed, moving from the couch and onto the floor, mirroring her. The girl smiled at him innocently before opening the bottle and pouring two shots.
"Okay, so the game's called 'never have I ever.' It's basically where one person says something that they're never done and if nobody else has done it, they drink. But, if another player has done said thing, they drink instead."
Itachi eyed the girl suspiciously. Was this some kind of trick to find out more about him? Maoru picked up her shot glass, urging her Senpai to do the same, and stifling a giggle that he was all too aware of with her other forearm.
"I'll go first, 'kay?"
Itachi just blinked. Maoru seemed to think for a moment before her eyes shot to him.
"Never have I ever used a fireball jutsu."
Her Senpai tutted as she giggled.
"Surely that isn't fair considering you know that already. It defeats the point of the game."
The girl shrugged and smirked at him.
"The point of the game is to get absolutely trashed, Senpai. But you're allowed to say things you already know about the other person. Drink up." She cooed, laughing when he apathetically lifted the shot to his lips and threw his head back, taking the burning liquid with him. Upon his head coming back down, he gagged slightly, frowning at the disgusting drink. He'd never really been a fan of alcoholic beverages. He was more of a tea and sweets person. Maoru let out a loud laugh as she filled up his shot glass, finding it particularly hilarious at the faces he was pulling, especially when he was usually so composed and strict. Or maybe it was just because she was already fairly drunk. The man pursed his lips when trying not to smile at her glee. Maybe the game was a good idea after all. The girl gestured to him in between chuckles.
"Your turn."
Itachi's eyes flashed slightly. He thought for a moment before he realized just how useful this game could be to him, remembering Kisame's words. 'Find out as much as you can.'
"Never have I ever had sex with more than two people."
The girl seemed to choke on her spit as she eyed him with wide irises.
"Gosh, Senpai. You really don't mess around with your games, do you?" She mused, Itachi kept his indifferent expression. She thought for a second before her eyes became large.
"Wait, you've only had sex with two people?!" She practically yelled, causing him to flinch. Well, that certainly backfired on him. The man sighed and closed his eyes.
"Yes."
"Oh my god! How?"
"Because-"
"You're so sexy though!"
Itachi's eyes snapped open and shot to her as he stared in disbelief that she'd actually said that. Maoru equally had a hand clasped over her mouth at her own words that she'd accidentally let slip from her mouth, cheeks burning from embarrassment.
"I-I mean… I meant to say… Shut up! It's my turn!" She exclaimed, cheeks still heavily blushing.
"You think I'm… sexy?"
"Senpai, stop." She whined, oblivious to the smirk that pulled at Itachi's perfect mouth. How delightful. He mused internally. Maybe now he had an advantage when retorting to her flirtatious teasing. The girl growled and swigged out of the bottle. She needed to get more drunk and quick. Itachi just watched her, completely amused at the attractive girl's humiliation.
"Anyway! Never have I ever… murdered my entire clan." She smiled smugly, finally, she had the edge again.
"Drink."
Maoru's eyes narrowed at him.
"Bullshit! It's a fact and anyone with a bingo book knows it!" She spat. Now he was just cheating. Itachi stared at her and even his eyes seemed arrogant at that point, fuelling her anger and humiliation even more.
"I believe you're familiar with my little brother."
"Shit!"
"Drink."
The girl all too happily downed the shot but seemed completely scorned at her humiliation streak. She decided to ignore the fact that he'd mentioned the other, younger Uchiha and focused on getting the man more drunk. Although, this was pretty fun. She'd never been his close to Itachi in all the weeks she'd been training under him and it was refreshing to see a more carefree side of him. It was strange, but it always seemed like the man never actually allowed himself to relax, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was sad, really. He seemed nice enough. Well… despite murdering his clan, save Sasuke Uchiha. She focused her slightly intoxicated gaze on him as he reached out to fill her cup again. She smiled at the gesture, appreciating how nice he was being.
"Okay, it's your turn again. Ask away."
The girl unfolded her slim legs, stretching them beside his folded ones, a motion he raised an eyebrow at.
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He wasn't too sure how long they'd been playing the game, all he knew was that he was quite considerably and generously drunk.
Maoru watched with serious amusement as the man's heavy eyes tried to stay focused on her but failed and he ended up nearly toppling forward from his slouched position.
"A-are you okay, Senpai?" The girl didn't even bother hiding her chuckles as the older male blinked and widened his eyes, sitting up and trying to gain some kind of composure, crossing his arms.
"Yes, yes. Very good. Next *hic* question." He slurred slightly. To be fair, although they'd had probably about six more drinks and it had been half an hour, if you didn't know the man, you probably wouldn't be able to tell he was hammered. But since it was Itachi, it was both strange and amusing to see him so relaxed but positively humorous at the same time. Maoru toyed with the ends of her long hair and rubbed a foot up against his leg.
"Hmmm… never have I ever… had naughty thoughts about an attractive and charming student of mine." She coyly spoke, almost like she was testing the waters in which she was wading with her flirting. Maybe her plan would be successful after all. Her grey eyes caught his hazy black ones as she studied his every move and bit her lip when he raised his glass to his lips and slowly sipped on it, never breaking eye contact. My god, this is hot… She thought, shuffling slightly under his gaze but found it excruciatingly painful to do so when she found it so difficult to take her eyes off of him. Itachi lay his shot glass down on the floor and watched as his student filled his cup.
"I guess it's uh… my turn."
Maoru smiled up at him under his eyelashes as she brought the bottle to her lips. She nodded him to go. Itachi once again caught her captivating gaze.
"Have you ever had thoughts about me?"
Maoru giggled into the bottle as she noticed him swaying slightly.
"Senpai, that's not even a question."
"Just answer it."
Itachi wasn't even really sure what his drunken mind was thinking and he was sure he would look back at this moment in the morning awkwardly and want to kill himself. But at the moment, it seemed like a pretty good idea. Especially when the girl slid her legs back and slowly began crawling her way over to him, keeping her dark gaze on his lap.
"I guess…" She began, sliding herself closer and closer until she was practically straddling his groin and their noses were inches apart, "I guess, you could say I've had a few." She whispered into his mouth, fingers finding their way into the satin strands of his hair and eyes staring into his own dark, intoxicated orbs. The man's strong hand managed to find its way to her back as he slowly lay her on the ground, allowing himself to hover over her and be completely captivated by her flinty eyes.
Maoru's hands seemed to move on instinct as one wrapped around his firm but muscular chest and the other made its way to the back of his head, weaving throughout strands to pull his face closer, lips practically tickling each other's. The sandy blonde sighed contently. She knew they would be completely back to normal tomorrow, but this was something she wanted to remember. She wanted to remember the feeling of Itachi Uchiha being completely focused on her, the feeling of his lean but well-built body on her own petite one, the feeling of each breath they shared as they lay so close together, the feel of Itachi Uchiha's mere presence invading her own.
This was the man she'd heard so much about, the S-ranked criminal who murdered his own clan. The one who mothers warned their children of to frighten them into coming home before their nightly curfew. This was the man who some even went so far as to say he was the host of a god of death and could murder a man by simply twitching a polished finger. The man who was so deathly scary when she'd first met him and who was the older brother of the boy she'd been intimate with.
And here she was with her legs wrapped around him. A very drunk him, but it was flattering just to know that she could lead such a trained killer astray just by persistence alone. It was flattering to know that he, deep down, wanted to have her legs wrapped around him. And yet, something didn't feel quite right.
Itachi stared down at the girl with hazy eyes and daren't blink. There was something about her that reminded him of… her. Sexual and flirty joking aside, the girl had such a similar face to Izumi. It was almost strange. She was just like her but the bleached copy of her. He buried his face into her neck, pulling a breathy moan from the girl, and inhaled. She had a different scent. Like Jasmine and shea butter unlike Izumi's aroma of freshly mowed grass, or so he remembered. He could feel it awakening a fire in him that he'd managed to push back after that night he'd shared with the Uchiha girl, for the sake of the burdens and responsibility. He hadn't felt it in so long. This only urged him on. If only the girl below him felt the same.
Maoru frowned slightly and put her hand on his chest, pushing him away.
"We can't do this…" She murmured slightly. Itachi's drunken gaze blinked at her as he backed off, pursing his own lips. Had he done something wrong? Well, scratch that, everything they were doing was fairly wrong. But had he somehow… misread her? The man ran a hand through his locks.
"M-my apologies. There appears to have been a… miscommunication, on my part." He mumbled. Maoru panicked slightly, realizing that the usual sober, miserable Itachi was making a comeback. The girl put her hands up in defence.
"Oh, no! That's not what I meant! I'd love to have… I mean, I want this more than anything, trust me. But… we're both so drunk… I don't want it to happen like this…" She bit her lip and looked up at him. Instead of the unfocused, intoxicated dark orbs, she was met with the very sober stare of the sharingan.
"S-senpai…" She couldn't help but be captivated by the deep red pools and the swirling tomoes that were flecks of black among crimson. The man's penetrating eyes never left her own as he seemed almost in a trance.
"You don't understand."
Maoru raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean-"
"This can't and won't happen ever again, Maoru. You don't understand. You don't understand the burdens I bear and the responsibilities I have taken upon myself. I have no time for such pleasures. I have no time for this. This was all just a silly mistake. I have things to do and no time to be messing around, engaging in silly little fantasies of a girl. One that's fucked my brother no less and by the sound of it, half of Otogakure."
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The man hesitated when he noticed the cold stare she was giving him, those grey eyes were more of a storm than ever and if he wasn't so drunk, he wouldn't have been slightly taken aback by those irises. Did he regret what he'd said? Of course not, because it was the closest thing to the truth as he'd ever be able to speak without revealing his entire secret mission. But he did regret being a bit temperamental. It just made him feel like he seemed to be salty after his advances being stopped.
"Senpai that was a low blow."
There was silence for what must have been about five minutes before the girl stood and moved across the room to the light, switching it off with a harsh slap.
Itachi stood, stumbling slightly as he watched the girl shuffle into bed with red eyes that within the blink of an eye, turned back to coal black. Back to normal. The man hesitated for a second before walking to the other side of the bed and sliding in, taking the small girl into his arms and curling around her. Maoru's face remained as harsh as thunder despite his efforts to repent for being so harsh. Angry tears slipped from her eyes onto his left forearm that cradled her head. She shook slightly from muffled sobs.
Itachi made no move to comfort her but instead closed his eyes, awaiting for morning to come eagerly.
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Hey guys! I wanted to apologize for the tardy updates so… DRUNK ITACHI HAPPENED. I tried to keep him as close to character as I could but it was pretty hard considering in the manga, Itachi is neither affected by the female form or alco-ma-hols. This isn't a filler, this is a pretty vital part of the plot, actually because now the knowledge of Maoru's sexual past is out in the open even though a lot of it is still kept in the dark.
If you couldn't tell, Itachi's pretty much still the same as he usually is when he's drunk, just a bit more… open with his feelings, I guess. I didn't wanna make him too over the top considering I want to keep him as close to the canon character as possible. The only reason he agreed to participate in drinking was because Maoru begged him so much. As mentioned in the story, she managed to gage a soft spot in him when getting her way.
The reason Itachi responded so negatively to being pushed away wasn't for being rejected but probably just the thought that he'd never get a chance like that again, to completely relax from the burdens of his mission and of Sasuke and stuff so I guess he just kind of felt shitty for knowing how he could never truly do what he wanted.
I hope you liked this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Especially the kinkier and more intimate stuff ;) Please F&F and drop a review! I always love reviews!