𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

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We had to go back to "work" tomorrow and despite the fun of constantly being in danger, I wanted to make the most of my time off. There was a lot of things I wanted to do now that I was in a new city, but one item topped the list.

"Oi dipshit. Take me on a date."

Itachi turned is attention towards me (as he should) and I watched his previous train of thought get thrown off the rails as he processed my demand.

"Hn?"

I draped myself across the couch and Itachi's legs by extension. "You heard me. I've had a rough week and deserve to be spoiled as such."

He looked down at me in thought, paying little attention to my head being in his lap. Probably mulling over exactly how uncontrollable I would be in a public setting.

Who knew? It depended on how the date turns out.

Finally, Itachi seemed to go against his better judgement and humour me. "How formal?"

Sweet victory. "Casual is fine," I smirked.

Don't get me wrong, I'm an expensive bitch. I just wanted to see the high and mighty Uchiha go to Olive Garden or some shit. Maybe it would do him good to knock that pride of his down a peg.

Refusing to stoop to my level, the second prettiest boy in the world helped me select a place for our first date. Well, first official date. I was still willing to bet that our time in the panic room counted.

We eventually picked out a cute restaurant in the city to get dinner at. It wasn't a chain I was familiar with, but I wasn't a local to the city and trusted Itachi's judgement.

Earlier that day I hade made quick work of the local cosmetics shop and was reunited with an eyeliner pen at last. Combined with streetwear and my gorgeous face I found an outfit that I deemed worthy to be seen wearing in public.

"How do look?" I asked, striking a pose in front of my date.

Despite waiting patiently for him to feed my ego, Itachi said nothing and simply looked at me.

I poked him. "Give me an answer, jerk."

"Hn."

Bitch.

Now that I thought of it, Itachi was looking pretty good himself. A purple button up and a black blazer was a bit fancy, but I chalked it up to him just being weird like that.

I was wrong.

"You motherfuc-"

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself. It's on me."

The restaurant he had taken me to was nothing like how he described it. Instead of  a quaint family eatery, this fuck had taken me to what could have been the most expensive restaurant in the whole city.

That wasn't the problem though. The issue was that I wasn't dressed for whatever the fuck this place was. Hell, I'd be surprised if they let me through the door.

"I'm not going in there," I stated, halting mere steps before the entry.

Itachi was unfazed. If anything the bastard looked amused.

"But we have a reservation." He reasoned.

That rat bastard.

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