Defective .:Yandere!Itachi x Fem!Reader:. AU

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The phone rings and rings and rings. Itachi's eyes widen, seeing Deidara's name splayed across the screen. He answers.

"Hello?" Itachi mumbles, trying not to alert [Name] even more. He's sure that she heard the phone ring.

"Hello? [Name]? Who is this?"

Itachi doesn't hesitate. "Her boyfriend. Don't message her."

Deidara hums. "What? This has nothing to do with you. Where's [Name]? Let me speak to her."

"No." Itachi hangs up. It's as simple as that. The conversation means nothing to him, yet he's trying everything to keep Deidara away from [Name]. Going as far as to even block Deidara's number.

A pop-up blocks the screen.

'Are you sure you want to block this number?'

Before Itachi can click the 'Yes' option, [Name] puts a hand on his shoulder. "Itachi? What are you doing?"

Itachi looks up, seeing [Name's] furrowed brow. She doesn't give him time to answer and takes the phone from him.

There's a small silence that builds between them. Itachi carefully watches [Name], thinking of a million ways to prove his innocence. Yet, she doesn't lash out at him.

Her voice hitches in her throat. "Deidara called? Did he want something?"

Itachi confesses, "He called, and I answered."

[Name] deflates. "Did he want anything? Like, did he want to talk to me?"

"Yes," Itachi confesses again. "But I assumed you were sleeping, so I told him no."

[Name] comes to sit down next to Itachi. Her food hasn't cooled too much since her absence. "Itachi, never answer my phone. Ever. Just hand it to me."

"I'm sorry." Itachi shifts closer to her. "I just wanted to protect you." Itachi moves even closer, gently, carefully, putting his hand on top of hers. It's cold. "I didn't know who he was."

I guess this would be the best time to tell him, she thinks.

[Name] sighs, and her head falls on Itachi's shoulder. "Deidara," she sighs once again, "he was my ex-boyfriend. We broke up like a week before you came here."

"I miss him," she continues. Her throat begins to dry as she fights back the tears. "I miss him so much."

Itachi tries to comfort her, but she shirks away from any further touching. She stands, moving to the kitchen.

Itachi silently follows, watching as [Name] grabs a cup of water. The way she chugs it is desperate and messy. Water slides down her neck as she drinks. It's like she's trying to cool her insides, to stop herself from becoming numb.

"What happened?" He asks. The cup slams onto the counter. "What did he do to you?"

Itachi can never see [Name] in a bad light. She's perfect. An angel. She's the one who saved him from eternal sleep, saved him from that endless black dream.

"Nothing." It's a simple answer, and it's true. "He did nothing to me. I was the awful one. I wasn't a good girlfriend."

Itachi scrunches his face into disbelief. "That can't be true."

[Name] shakes her head. "I was---emotionally unavailable to him. His dream was to become a famous artist. I told him it was stupid." Her throat constricts. "I yelled at him when he wanted to return to Iwa." She breathes, the tears finally falling from her eyes. "I wasn't supportive of anything that he did. I don't know why I did it."

By now, Itachi is behind her, hugging her waist. For once, he feels warm against her clothes. He's a comforting presence that she denies herself because she believes she doesn't deserve it.

"We only moved to Konoha cause my grandma died and left this house for me. I thought moving here would be great for us both." She doesn't know whether to lean into Itachi's comforting presence or push out of it. "When he got homesick, I got so mad because I knew he would leave, and I knew he would leave me behind. I wanted him to stay and help me. But I couldn't say that. Instead, I just tore him down cause I was hurting."

"I'm awful," she weeps. It's a broken sob, ugly and tired. Her body shakes in Itachi's arms.

"No, no, [Name]. You're perfect." His voice is steady, juxtaposed to her quivering. "You're kind and caring. Loving and sweet. You didn't have to take care of me, but you did. You're perfect." It's the reassurance she needs.

"No. I'm not. I couldn't be those things when I needed to be." She sniffs, her hands pressed firmly against the counter. "I want to apologize to him so bad."

"You don't have to," Itachi mumbles.

"But I want to."

Itachi can't wrap his mind around [Name's] infatuation with Deidara. He's an ex for a reason.

A better replacement is right here.

"How am I going to face him." [Name] pushes Itachi's arms off of her. She's trying to distance herself from him. But he puts them right back on her, forcing his affections.

"You don't have to," he repeats.

"But I need to. So I can have closure. Or some semblance of an ending."

"You don't need one," Itachi says. He hugs her tighter, pressing his lips to her neck. A kiss. The next step of his attachment. "You're perfect [Name]. Perfect."

Finally, she's hearing what he's saying. She doesn't deny this. Instead, she turns in his arms. They're chest to chest now.

She meets his eyes. They're cold and yet sincere. He repeats those three words. To her face. And now she can't deny it. She cannot deny his affections and his comfort any longer.

She leans into him. Letting his hands roam her back, dragging his knuckles along her spine, and kissing her forehead.

"You're my perfect little angel." He says, soothing her brokenness. "My perfect girl."

[Name] sobs into his chest, clenching onto his shirt. Itachi hums a song, an old lullaby his mother sang to him when he was young. Deep and low. Calming and sweet.

He only stops when her cries die down.

"I miss my mom and dad," she says, sniffing and wiping her tears. "Don't you miss yours?"

Itachi, forever an empath, gives a smile. "I'm sure if I could remember them, I would."

[Name] presses her ear to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "I'm sorry. It's just that my dad used to hold me like this when I was younger."

Itachi grimaces. But the look quickly disperses from his face. "And how did your ex-boyfriend hold you in times like this?"

She forces a smile down, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of his question. "Um, well, Itachi." She looks up at him. "You're way bigger than him. Me and Deidara---we're similar in height."

"And?"

She looks down, embarrassed. "And, well, he'd just---" She shakes her head. "Yeah, never mind."

Itachi smirks. "Too intimate to tell?"

"Yes."

"I just want you to feel better," Itachi says. He leans down to her ear, whispering ever so sweetly, "So tell me. Did he mutter sweet nothings in your ear? Tell you he loves you?"

She feels her face become hot. "Itachi---"

"Did he touch here?" Fingers graze [Name's] lower back. "Or here?" A featherlight touch skims her sides. "Whatever he did, I'm sure I can do it better."

He pulls back and meets her eye. Smoldering is one way to describe his gaze. It enraptures her completely, and she can only give in.

"Okay."

"Good girl."

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A/N: omfg, don't fall for it it's a fucking trap.