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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"I-Itachi?" she breathed as she rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and panic filled her. "Itachi." Her breathing quickened as she tried to sit up and back away from him, but a throbbing pain shot through her head. She groaned as she fell back down, clutching onto her forehead.
Itachi remained utterly still as he gave her a dark look. "How was it, drinking that much?" He murmured under his breath. "Can't even get up now, can we?"
She whimpered as she closed her eyes, and with all her force, she rolled off his arm and sat up by the edge of the bed away from him.
Her breathing quickened as she looked at him draped within a thin bathrobe that barely sat well on his shoulders. Then, she looked down at her own thin dress. Her face flushed red as she quickly pulled the blanket to cover her body. "W-Why are you in my bed?" She cried as she tried to stay calm, but her hangover, plus with how flustered and confused she was, jittered all her thoughts. "Why are you in my room!"
He raised his brows at her panic as he stood up. "Really now?" He fixed his bathrobe neatly on his shoulders. "Why are you panicking?"
Her face reddened as she furrowed her brows. "I-I woke up and you're in my bed. . ." she trailed off as she clutched her head, trying to recall how they ended up in such an inappropriate and unprofessional position. She was drunk last night, she couldn't possibly have done something obscene, right? Or worse, he couldn't possibly take advantage of her drunken state, could he?
But Kuina knew the likes of Itachi would never do something like that. He might be stern and cold, but he had always been respectful and despised intimacy to the core.
Itachi let out a soft breath that sounded like a laugh, except his face held no expression. He brushed his loose hair back behind his shoulder before he walked over to her. "And what of that, that made you panic?"
Her breath trembled as she dared herself to turn to him. She peered up at him, but when her gaze subtly met his dark ones, she instantly looked down. Heat crept over her face. "Well you're a man and this is weird. And we just slept. . ."
He stood over her, his towering form casting a shadow over her body. "So, your perverse mind assumes that I have committed some indecency?"
She probed up at him, her brows drawing together. "It's not perverse, any normal person would think that." She frowned as she shook her head. "But it's alright. I know you wouldn't do anything indecent—"
"How do you know I wouldn't?" He cut her off, his head slightly tilted to the side in question.
Her breath hitched, taken aback. She clenched a fistful of the bedsheet in her palms, her mouth feeling dry. "W-Well, you seem reclusive and abstinent."
