Trapped [Uchiha x Fem!Reader] AU

Number 29

The following day, there's a smug look on Shisui's face that the other Uchiha boys don't like. [Name] woke up late and had to rush to work, so she couldn't join them for breakfast. They all sit around the table, eyeing Shisui. Madara and Sasuke scowl at him. Itachi tries his best to ignore his incessant smug humming, something Shisui does when he's oh-so proud of himself.

Finally, Madara speaks, "What are you so happy about, boy?"

"Oh, nothin'!" Shisui sings. "Just a secret between our beloved and I."

But it's not like Shisui can keep a secret, especially regarding [Name]. With only one or two more prods, Shisui will spill the beans even if they don't care.

"What secret?" Sasuke asks, his face betraying nothing but disdain for Shisui. 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Shisui shimmies his shoulders with absolute glee. A girlish giggle leaves his lips and the men around him groan in exasperation and disgust. Shisui is the most annoying when he's like this. Everything about him seems to shine. His hair is glossier, his face dewey, his eyes bright. It annoyed the hell out of everyone, especially Madara.

Madara slams his hands against the table, startling Sasuke and Shisui. "You either tell us or you wipe that smug look off your face, boy!"

The smug expression only becomes more mischievous. The little devil in him springs forth but he turns his head in faux coyness. "Our dearest beloved took me out on a date last night."

Madara hasn't even processed the words yet, but Shisui's arrogant tone is enough for him to jump across the table, grab Shisui's collar and shake him. "You insolent brat! You---"

"She did what?" Itachi's smooth voice cuts through the chaos. There's a still moment between the four of them. Sasuke is mid-chew, Itachi's chopsticks hover over a rolled egg omelet, Shisui grimaces and Madara stops, finally processing what Shisui said.

"She did what?"

...

"Wow! You're in the top two percent of your class?" [Name] gasps excitedly. She claps her hands together in a congratulatory manner, like an over-enthusiastic mother at her daughter's first recital. "Mackenzie that's amazing!"

"Yep! I'm gonna be an RN before you know it."

The two women sit together in the park beneath shady trees enjoying a picnic after work. The cool air flows past them as the bright blooms of spring open. They sit on a checkered blanket stereotypical of picnics they've seen in movies. A charcuterie and fruit platter sits out in front of them. The fanfare of the playground, children having their squabbles, parents yelling out cautions, and the distinctive thunk of a ball hitting a toddler, all become white noise to their conversations. It was [Name's] idea to take Mackenzie out and about since for the past few months she's been grinding at school. They hardly talk anymore, but that's just adult life nowadays. She knows Mackenzie's dream is important to her, so she won't try to interfere all too much. Plus, [Name] has four great men at home to keep her company, even though there's nothing like a good girlfriend.

"Are you even ready for twelve-hour days?"

"They're more like thirty-two-hour days," Mackenzie corrects, all too chipper for what seems like slave labor. [Name] makes a face. "But anyway, if that doesn't work out for me then I'll just hop into the nearest nursing home and be the sexy nurse for Mr. Johnson."

[Name] chuckles. "Get that pension, bitch."

Mackenzie makes spirit fingers above the fruit tray before picking the reddest strawberry. "So, how is everything?" She takes a bite.