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prologue

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘷

"HOW COULD YOU BE SO CARELESS?" the blinded girl exclaimed, irritated as she brung her soft hands up toward his face to feel his wounds, causing him to softly wince and immediately grasp her hands. she quickly slapped his hands off of hers, causing a uncharacteristic frown to rest upon his face, despite the pain he felt everywhere.

the brown skinned girl knew that they were both shinobi, and that shinobi were bound to take great risks. and she wouldn't admit that she cared so much for him, putting her ego over her emotion. that's how she's always been, never letting anybody know her true emotion, even though she still stook to her morals. she was still human, after all.

even so, deep down in her shattered heart, she just wished that he would be more careful with himself, knowing how selfless he could get— especially over his comrades— over his village.

her face scrunched up as she brung her free hand up toward her nose, rubbing her index and thumb together, feeling a wet & thick substance, blood. she immediately figured out, due to the strong smell of iron and the thickness, even though she couldn't see. a deep sigh left his throat, knowing that his long term friend would give him a lecture.

"itachi, how the hell did this happen? are there any critical wounds elsewhere?" she immediately showered him with questions, her head moving frantically as she placed a hand on his chest for balance, and taking her free hand to feel over his waist, causing him to wince once more.

"calm down, y/n. i've got a few broken ribs and a fractured thumb, that's all. im fine." itachi softly smiled, eyes closed as he looked down toward y/n. the girl was terrified. a few broken ribs? is this nigga crazy?

"you know what? just stop talking." the fourteen year old sighed, softly grabbing his muscular arms, taking her time to drag him into a dimmed kitchen before forcefully pushing him into the wooden stool, causing him to stumble in surprise. she threw the blindfold that had been covering her eyes somewhere on the floor, revealing gray, colorless eyes as she began to fiddle with the cabinet, using her touch in search of the cabinet handle.

itachi let out a breathy sigh as he watched [shorter/taller] girl finally open the cabinet to grab bandages, medicine, peroxide, herbs, and many more other things she would need to cure the wounded boy, knowing he would refuse to go to the hospital anyway. stubborn asshole, she thought spitefully, softly tapping her hands over the counter, attempting to find a spoon to fill with medicine and shove it in his mouth.

"you know, itachi.. sometimes i wonder," she announced as she grabbed his face and a cotton ball, before soaking it with alcohol and dabbing it on his small wounds; scratches and scrapes. "hn, wonder what?" he asked quietly, as he silently melted into her embrace.

y/n pursed her two toned lips as she moved closer toward the boy for a better experience, grabbing his shoulder for support, again.

"i wonder, why are you like this?" she asked, genuinely concerned on his health and his careless exterior. well, not necessarily or typically careless, just severely selfless. itachi was at loss at her question, slowly growing tired from the calm and quiet scenery in her dark kitchen. it smells like coconuts and cocoa butter, he mindlessly thought as he stared into her sightless eyes.

"like what?"

she scoffed at this, finally releasing his face as she grabbed his hands, grabbing the products before pulling him up to bring him to another room in her home— a healing sanctuary, custom made due to her clan. she strolled through the halls, not wanting to rush and walk into anything, nor wanting to ask itachi for help, due to the fact that he knew exactly where they were going.

this wasn't new to them at all. everytime he got hurt, he would just wander or find his way into her home to get catered. it was a cycle. a never ending one.

"oh please, itachi. don't act dumb. if your enemy told you to slang your dick on top of a mountain so your teammate wouldn't get beat, you would," she explained, bluntly, as she layed out a fresh sheet over the massage bed for him to lay on, causing him to slightly flush, barely though. but she would never know.

"nonsense, i would never do such, are you crazy?" the long haired boy coughed slightly, sickness catching up to him due to his shortness of breath as he immediately rested into the bed, taking in deep breaths as she instructed him too.

"no, but you are though," the young girl corrected as she washed her hands, getting ready for the healing ceremony she was about to have. they were going to be here for a while. yeah, she had medical ninjutsu. but she wanted better and more effective results, so he wouldn't have any problems on any upcoming missions.

she could feel his muscles tense, causing her to sigh in annoyance and slight stress. gah lee, she thought as she placed her hands on his chest and shoulders; the young boy closed his eyes.

"itachi, i need you to relax." she explained into his ears as she slowly caressed his joints. he softly hummed as he took a small breath.

i'm here, it's going to be all right, just relax.. her voice whispered little nothings in his mind to calm him, and it did, it relaxed him to much to the point where the nigga was slumped, much to her distaste.

... sigh.

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