Ray of Light (Ita/Kisa) 🍋

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Itachi's head pops up as he hears the bus' brakes, he hurries out of the alley and into the courtyard, his heart dropping as he jogs to the bus seeing it depart from the bus stop. "Wait!" He calls out clutching his books, his other hand pressed to his head. The bus takes off without him, leaving him with his head hanging, bloodied, cold, wet and sad.

"Damn it...." He seethes sitting on the bench. He throws his books besides him and buries his hand in his hands, this night couldn't get worse. He thinks about his experiment and how he wishes he could drink it instead of experiencing this night as a car pulls up to the bus stop.

"Hey, do you need a ride?" He hears. He pops his head up, to see the same blue man in a black mustang. Itachi looks beside him and then back to him. "Yes, you" the man laughs. Itachi looks at him suspiciously and doesn't respond. "Come on. I'll take you home, worse people come out as the night drags on" the man replies sweetly.

Itachi nods and gathers his books. He opens the door and steps in, swallowed by the large bucket seats of the muscle car. He feels nauseous from his head wound and the smell of weed and cologne in the car.

"Missed the bus huh?" The stranger says pulling away from bus stop. Itachi doesn't respond, he looks out the window, still applying pressure to his head, hoping with enough pressure he could pop off his head and end it all. "You're not much of a talker..." the man continues.

Itachi shivers in his seat, his clothes still damp from his encounter. The strange man notices and flips the heater and seat warmer on as he increase the volume on his radio. Itachi almost laughs out loud as soft jazz plays through the loud muscle car, the genre being the last thing he'd expect to hear from this character.

He looks over to his driver sneakily, as the music fills the car and they stop at a red light. Dressed in a black, now ripped t shirt, black joggers and grey jacket, with a diamond earrings in both ears this guy looks like your typical Ame thug aside from his finger drumming to Duke Ellington.

"You have to speak to me sometime Einstein. I don't know where you live" he says looking over, catching Itachis eyes. Itachi turns his head, blushing from getting caught staring.

"Oh... the Ame Blue apartments" he says quietly. Itachi jumps as the stranger laughs loudly "Oh damn, right away Mr. Fancy Pants." Itachi rolls his eyes, it was part of the agreement with his parents. He could move to Ame for school if he agreed to let them help him with an apartment in a nice area.

"So nice apartment, Ame Uni, no fighting skills. You're not meant to be out at night Einstein" the stranger says chuckling. "My name is not Einstein," Itachi says coldly. "Then what is it?" He asks turning down the main road. Itachi squeezes his books tighter, unsure if he should tell him. "Oh don't go quiet on me again. The least you could do is tell me your name after I saved you," he chuckles.

Itachi looks at him, that's right.... he saved me. He takes a deep breath and relaxes. "Itachi," he says quietly. "Itachi. It...ah...chi" the stranger repeats. Itachis heart turns to jelly as his name rolls off his tongue like wine. He stirs in his seat unsure why and how this stranger is making him feel this way.

"It's nice to meet you Itachi, I'm Kisame" he says holding out his right hand for a handshake, his eyes still on the road. Itachi stares at his hand, wondering if it delivered fatal blows as well. He shakes it lightly, his pale, soft hand tiny compared to the massive blue hand swallowing his.

He turns their hands over to see Kisames knuckles and sees they're purple and swollen. Instinctively he reaches out and strokes them with his other hand, making Kisame flinch. "Sorry" Itachi says dropping his hand. Kisame puts his hand back on the steering wheel and shifts in his seat, unsure why Itachis presence is making him feel a certain way. All he knows is that his hand felt fucking amazing in his.