It's been a few weeks since [Name] last spoke to Itachi. As much as she denies it, an integral part of her is missing. It tugs at her chest, keeping her up at night, wishing someone would just wrap their arms around her. It has her crying in her mirror and ignoring phone calls from her parents. It wears at her stubbornness, pushing her to give in to the options that the universe has given her. She believes that if she just rejects the universe's choice, then maybe this will all go away. Maybe the ache in her chest will cease. Perhaps her loneliness will fade, and she can return to a normal life.
Yet, she has anything but a normal life.
Throughout these past weeks, she stalked Itachi's social media accounts, tracking his every move just to hear his voice. Sometimes he adds lyrics to his compositions, and that silky baritone is good enough to lull her to sleep. Each word he sings, and every note he plays, caresses her body, leaving each hair to stand on end. His music is life-changing, and most of his fans agree.
It's fairly well-known that Itachi's music is used in plenty of dramas and heartfelt movies. It's so well-known that now, whenever [Name] enjoys a movie or dramatic television series, her ears tune to find specific melodies that Itachi has composed. At first, she thought this aspect was annoying---the fact that no matter where she turned, he is there in some form. Whether on her TV screen as the top ten most handsome celebrities in gossip news or on her phone screen as someone tries to recreate his most famous compositions. Soon after, however, she found that he brings music into her life. With light-hearted melodies and sweet jingles, her heart and ears perk up whenever she hears three specific notes, hunting for Itachi.
And try as she might, she cannot crush these feelings and reflexes fast enough. They spring up quicker than ever with new ways to search for Itachi in small things like movies and soundtracks. More examples of this come in things like falling for every smooth-talking love interest with long, dark hair in Konoha dramas. She'll rationalize it's because of her love of Neji, but the universe knows otherwise.
[Name] goes about her day, using her day off to catch up on house chores and errands she typically couldn't complete over the work week. As she wipes down her kitchen counters, the music playing from her phone speakers is all of Itachi's compositions. She hardly even notices as she hums along, steeping deep within the fantasy that this whimsical music calls forth in her imagination. It's only when the phone rings that the fantasy of Prince Itachi sweeping her off her feet pops like a bubble. With the music interrupted, she's lowered down to earth.
"Hello?" She answers.
There's a sigh of relief before she hears, "Thank goodness. Darling, I've been trying to grab ahold of you for a while! I thought you were dead! I was going to send the police over to your house for a wellness check!"
"Mom, calm down. I'm fine." [Name] tries to reassure her mother she's all in one piece and relatively healthy. "I've been busy."
"With work?"
"Yeah."
There's a doubtful sigh, but her mother doesn't push it any further. It's hard enough with her daughter avoiding her normally; it will only exacerbate the situation if she calls [Name] out on her bullshit.
[Name] taps the counter somewhat impatiently, but she knows her mother means well. "So, what's the reason you're calling?"
"I just wanted to check up on you," her mother answers honestly. "How are you holding up?"
It's routine for [Name] to fall into a pit of depression every so often. It's not an anomaly with star-eyed children. Doctors have waved it off as the side-effects of still single star-eyed persons waiting for their destined ones. The best solution is to do routine checkups with a trusted loved one. [Name], at the time of hearing this news, was furious. A lifetime of sadness because of stupid stars in her eyes!
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Among The Stars .:Itachi x Fem!Reader:. Soulmate AU
FanfictionIn this world, you either have those stars behind your eyes or you don't. It's mostly the latter rather than the former. But me? I was one of those unlucky few with constellations, even more unlucky to have billions of them behind these hues. These...