Kaori Kuina, a girl whose existence will bring war, meets Uchiha Itachi, a man who will kill for peace. He has taken so many lives before, yet why couldn't he take hers?
[contains sexual content, read at your own discretion]
うちはイタチ fanfiction ; ita...
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If Kuina had to be honest, right since the very day Sasori had for the mission, she had known deep within her heart that he wouldn't come back. But in denial, she pretended like she had convinced him to be return - that she could change fate.
But when he came back dead, she finally understood the pill that was the hardest to swallow. Everything in this world was created with a predestined fate; that is the cycle of nature. How could something so formidable be defied by her?
Because of that, she was rightfully aggrieved. But it seemed she wasn't the only person mourning over the death. Deidara had become a completely different person. He had always been optimistic, noisy, and full of life. But now, he seemed to age as he sat by the veranda at the back of the hideout, drinking sake to drown his sorrows.
That night, he asked Kuina to accompany him for a drink, and since she, too, shared such sorrow, she agreed to it.
She took a seat on the veranda beside Deidara as she leaned back on her arms. Dreamy speckles of stars twirled along the monochrome ocean above. The soft breeze blew against her skin, wafting with it the scent of alcohol.
Deidara held the jug out to her. "Wanna have some?" He asked.
She let out a soft breath, letting a puff of mist rise into the air and shook her head. "The elders at my clan told me these things are bad for health."
Deidara's brows cocked up as he clicked his tongue. "That's dumb. You don't get to experience an optimum life without being drunken by the night," he remarked, his words slightly slurred as he placed the jug in her lap. "You should have it. It'll drown away your sorrows. Weren't you very sad these past few days? Trust me, once you take this, you'll feel like you're floating in the most beautiful dream."
Kuina looked at the jug of alcohol with furrowed brows. "But I have a really bad tolerance."
Deidara waved the air. "It's fine, it's fine. This is only light liquor."
"Oh. . ." She trailed off as she held up the jug and flicked the lid off. The thick smell diffused into the air, drugging her mind. And she guessed she did feel sorrowful, and she did desperately want to drown it all away. Letting out a soft sigh, she gave in as she took a sip from the jug. At first, it was bitter and distasteful, but the aftertaste was lingering and sweet. She took another sip, finding herself enjoying the taste, and then another sip and another.
Deidara watched her and smiled. "Taste good?"
She nodded as she touched her forehead with the back of her palm. "My head's feeling tingly."
"It's okay, that's normal," Deidara gave her a pat on the shoulder before he leaned back and smiled. "So, how is it going with you and Itachi?"
She flinched as she looked up at Deidara, confused. "Me and Itachi?" She raised her brows. " Well, after the day Sasori passed away, I haven't talked to him since."
"Oh," Deidara frowned. "Disappointing. I thought there'd be an interesting follow-up after he hugged you that day."
Kuina's face flushed red despite the cold night. "H-How did you. . ."
Deidara let out a soft laugh. "The door was wide open, Kuina."
"Oh." She shifted slightly as she crumpled the hemline of her dress in her palms. Her face felt hot and so did her body. And she blamed it all on the alcohol. "I asked him to comfort me. He was just being nice. That's all," she added under her breath.
Deidara raised his brows, nodding. "Sure. Sure," he said dismissively. "But you look like you're in love with him."
She quickly shook her head. "I don't think that way about him. I just think he's an admirable person."
"For what? Genocide?"
She shot Deidara a glare, but decided not to say anything, knowing Itachi probably wouldn't want others to understand the reason behind his immoral past. She took a deep breath. "He saved me many times. I have this second chance at life because of him. In a sense, I see him as my saviour."
Deidara nodded slowly. "Ah, that makes more sense why you are so into him. And you needn't worry, I can see that he cares a lot about you too. So, out of all the girls that had pursued him in the past, I think you could have a chance."
She furrowed her brows as she took a large sip from the jug. "I don't think he has the mind to spare a thought for such a thing. He's a complicated man. Sometimes, I even think he's celibate."
Deidara almost choked on his drink and he let out a laugh. "Celibate? What is he? A monk?"
Kuina shrugged. "I mean, he's always preaching me sermons."
Deidara laughed again. "C'mon now. Even if he is cold like that, everyone has a heart. In the end, he's still a man. He's inclined to feel something eventually."
Kuina touched her dizzy forehead as she shook her head, trying to think straight. "I don't think he likes me at all. He always told me I'm too weak, too sentimental, and too soft. I'd be happy if he doesn't hate me."
Deidara twirled the jug of alcohol in his hands, smiling. "Believe it or not, I think someone like him prefers those who are soft and sentimental, over those who are just like him: cold and emotionless. Besides, you look like you are his type too; he likes women who are sweet-looking. Quite unexpected for a criminal, isn't it?"
Kuina's brows furrowed. "How do you even know what his type is?"
Deidara almost giggled like a teenager. "Well, I suppose I don't actually know, it's just pure guess work. Itachi really has no personality, no hobby, no interest, but there's only one thing he openly likes: sweets. He loves sweet snacks like dango, so I guess he has a preference for sweet things."
"Yeah, that's some pure guess work. . ."
She looked at him skeptically before tearing her gaze away and resumed gulping down the sweet drink. In this life, she wouldn't feel anything indecent towards him even if admittedly she thought he was a perfect man. Because she knew well that he wouldn't appreciate it, because if she ever loved someone like him, all that she would get out of it was heartache. He was, after all, a dying man.
Kuina shook her head as she looked down at her lap. "I can't think that way about him," she muttered. "Ever."
Deidara let out a sigh. "You know, Kuina, you can deny it all you want. All I want to tell you is that, you should pursue the person you love before it's too late, you know," he remarked and his eyes grew evidently sad. "You will regret it once he leaves and you have yet to say anything about how you feel. Just like me," he spoke, his voice soft and almost inaudible.
But before Kuina could process what he was saying, Deidara let out a tired laugh. "Well, I think it's getting late. Let's finish our drinks and go back inside."
