FROM THE PALM OF MY HAND TO YOURS - Tutafeh
Story translated by Cactus
Itachi wasn't really the type to socialize with just anyone. In fact, he wasn't the type to socialize with anyone at all. Still, the new member of the organization was quite interesting, and as his curiosity was at its peak, he initiated the first contact with him.
A brief greeting would have been more than enough. But like any person who never talked to anyone, Itachi was far from being used to communicate. So the two ninjas simply stood in front of each other, neither seemed ready to break the silence between them and both being very awkward about it.
Unable to take it anymore, Deidara quickly extended a hand to the dark-haired man, unsure of what to do. When Itachi took it to shake it, he suddenly felt something wet and warm in the palm of his hand... Something was licking it?
For some reason, he watched in amusement as the blond's cheeks turned red – which was quite lovely, he had to admit. And before he could speak, the man had already ran away somewhere else.
A mysterious smile on the lips, Itachi stood there, staring at his hand, and on impulse, he brought it to his own lips.