Your Lies | Itachi Uchiha x Reader

Chapter 29

POV – Itachi

The flower field stretched quietly in every direction, blades of grass and bursts of color swaying in the late afternoon breeze. A warm wind moved through the open space, carrying with it the scent of sun-warmed clover and dust. I sat cross-legged beneath a crooked tree, the bark pressing into my back, fingers resting on my lap. A single flower lay between them—blue, fragile, lacy.

Love-in-a-mist.

Out of place here. Like me.

Its softness reminded me of things I tried not to feel. Things I didn't deserve to feel.

Then I heard footsteps behind me.

She came back.

Y/n approached with a paper bag in her hands and a streak of dried grass on her pants. A few petals clung to her shirt like confetti. "Sorry," she said, a little breathless. "I took my time."

I looked at her. "You returned."

She offered a crooked smile. "Disappointed?"

"No."

She sat beside me in the grass, the warmth of her arm almost brushing mine. Legs stretched out, back slightly tilted so the sunlight kissed her cheekbones. Her hair glinted auburn in the light.

"Got food," she said, rustling through the bag. "Not great food, but food."

She handed me a stick of dango.

"Sweet?" I asked.

"I like sweet things," she replied, unbothered. "Besides, it was cheap."

I raised a brow. "You spent all the money on this?"

"Not all. Just enough to make you complain."

I took a bite anyway. The glaze clung to my tongue—too sweet, too sticky—but it reminded me of something I hadn't felt in a long time: comfort.

She leaned back, propping herself on her elbows. "You thought I'd run."

"Yes."

"You were wrong."

"Why didn't you?"

She paused, chewing thoughtfully, then shrugged. "Because I didn't want to."

"That's not a reason."

She turned to look at me, eyes catching the light. "Then maybe I don't have one."

She wasn't lying. That was the part that scared me.

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POV – Y/n

We sat together in that ridiculous flower field, neither of us speaking much after that. But the silence was easier than I thought it'd be.

There was a warmth in his presence—not gentle exactly, but steady. Like the heat of a fire you didn't realize you were cold without.

I watched him eat the dango slowly, like it was some kind of rare delicacy. His lashes were long. His fingers moved with quiet precision, like everything he touched mattered.

I leaned against his shoulder. Just slightly.

He didn't move away.

"I won't run from you," I said quietly, barely above the rustling grass.

He exhaled. I wasn't sure if it was relief or regret.

"Don't," he replied.

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POV – Itachi

Night.

The dango skewer spun slowly between my fingers. I sat on the edge of the bed, the only light in the room coming from a lamp near the window. It threw long shadows across the floor.

She had her own room down the hall. I hadn't seen her since dinner. I told myself not to look.

But I kept thinking.

About her laugh. Her defiance. Her words in the field: I won't run from you.

That shouldn't mean anything. But it did.

Then the knock came.

I stood too fast. My heart moved first.

I opened the door.

She was there.

Hair half-pinned, strands falling out. Her eyes were soft but unsure, like she was holding her breath.

"Y/n?"

"I couldn't sleep," she said. "I... kept thinking about today."

I stepped aside. She entered slowly, her steps muffled on the thin carpet.

"I thought you hated sharing a room with me," I said, trying to ease the weight in my chest.

"I never said that," she replied, turning to face me. Her voice was low, steady. "I didn't run because my heart tells me to stay."

I moved toward her. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin.

"This is a mistake."

"I know."

We stood a breath apart. The space between us buzzed like a live wire.

"I don't care," she said.

Then she reached up—and I kissed her.

Soft. Intentional. Like saying something neither of us could speak out loud. Her hands found my chest, resting there like a promise. I cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her cheekbone.

Her lips were warm, slow to part. Her breath hitched.

We paused.

Our foreheads touched. Her lashes fluttered against my skin.

"I thought you'd hate this," I whispered.

"I hate that I want it," she whispered back. "But I do."

I kissed her again.

And this time, I didn't stop.

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POV – Kisame

Look, I'm not nosy. I mind my own business.

But even I noticed the bustling down the hall.

I rolled over in my bed and stared at the ceiling.

They were probably just talking, right?

Yeah. Just talking.

Sure.

I groaned and shoved a pillow over my head.

"About damn time," I muttered.

Then I went to sleep.

With earplugs in.