Uchiha Collision (Sequel of Uchiha Corp)

Forgetting

Dressed in the royal blue gown, Y/n turned when she heard the door creep open. Sharp eyes scanned her body before they settled on her face. The dress was sleeveless, the corset-style top hugging Y/n's breasts. The slight dip in the middle offered a full view of her cleavage. The fabric was sheer layers at her hips that sparkled with diamonds like starlight.

"What in heavens name are you doing here?" The woman's tone was fierce.

Tilting her head, Y/n smiled sweetly, "Well, hello, Mito," she lifted her chin, "why are you opening the door at your own engagement party?"

Fuming, Mito looked over her shoulder, "HASHI!"

Quite pleased with herself, Y/n pushed to her toes to peer back to Hashirama as he approached. "Hashirama," she dipped her head as she fell back to her standard height, "I was coming to offer my congratulations. I have a check for you," she opened her small clutch, "From the Uchiha family."

As she extended her hand, Mito snatched it from her, "We don't want your filthy money," Mito ripped the parchment, "we don't want you here either. No one from your family was invited."

Watching the shreds of paper fall to the marbled floor Mito stood on, Y/n chuckled, "Well," she looked back up, "I was coming to see Tobirama."

Sighing, Hashirama answered, "You shouldn't be here, Y/n."

"Is there a problem?" The third voice made Y/n perk up.

A broad smile crept upon Y/n's face as she leaned to look behind the couple, "Not anymore," Tobirama was shocked to see Y/n there. "I was hoping to speak with you for a moment."

Hashirama looked back to his brother as Mito stormed off. Tobirama jerked his head, dismissing his older brother. Tobirama leaned onto the doorframe as he took in Y/n's appearance. She dressed just for him. And Tobirama knew it too. Her hair was down, large curls cascading down her back. Her makeup was light, almost entirely natural.

Crossing his arms, Tobirama began his line of questioning, "Do I even want to know why you're here?"

"To see you," she said casually.

"During my brother's engagement party?" He gave her a doubtful look.

The grin never leaving her face, Y/n said, "I may have spotted the RSVPs on your desk last week while I was here."

Shaking his head, he asked, "Do you want to piss Mito off that badly?"

Shrugging, Y/n argued, "I don't know why she doesn't like me."

"You slept with Hashirama," he deadpanned, "and she's jealous." At Y/n's confused look, he explained, "She wishes she could have your life. You're famous in her eyes. Have money. A family. You carry yourself with the grace of royalty. Women aspire to be like you."

Confused was putting it lightly. "I didn't know you thought so highly of me, Tobi."

Sensing that this was going to be a much longer conversation than he thought, Tobirama stepped back, "Come on," he held the door waiting for Y/n to enter.

As Y/n stepped in, Tobirama causally pointed towards the same room they were in a little over a week ago. Sneaking a glance over her shoulder, she found a heated Mito lying into Hashirama as she waved her hands towards Y/n. Of course, Y/n didn't expect to elicit that strong of a reaction from Mito. Sure, she knew Mito wasn't very fond of her, but to outright HATE Y/n: that shocked the h/c.

Entering the office, Tobirama allowed Y/n to step in first. Once she was inside, Tobirama closed and locked the door. The man sensed Y/n wasn't there for a short visit. He turned around and found the beautiful woman looking out the tall window across the room.