Two? (Itachi x Reader x Sasuke)

Two?

I nervously fix my uniform, trying my best to make sure the Uchiha crest is visible. The other women were all helping each other but I had long since accepted I was alone. Why would they help a woman who is bound by fate to be a whore?

I look down at my delicate hands, flinching when I see the two separate crimson strands. Normally I would wear gloves to hide them. But the uniform guidelines for the Uchiha were strict and unforgiving. My gaze goes from my hands back to the full body mirror in front of me.

My (Hair Length), (Hair Color) hair was pulled up into a simple bun. Large, (Eye Color) eyes full of anxiety stared back at me. I nervously nibble on my plump bottom lip. My eyes move downward, taking in my curvy figure.

The black uniform dress with the Uchiha crest on the back accentuates my waistline. Yet the long sleeved white button-up underneath it barely could contain my heavy cleavage. My thick thighs were practically strangling the pantyhose I struggled to pull on earlier. Even though I wore the exact same outfit as every other female server for the event, I knew I would stand out and I hated it.

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“(Name), the CEO and Vice President need their drinks. Take this to them.” My supervisor, an older woman that I never bothered to remember the name of, says as she pushes the two glasses into my empty hands.

I don't say anything, already accepting the fact my bosses would fire me when they saw the two strings. Who would want a homewrecker as a waitress for such high class events?

I made my way to the table where the two men sat. Well, two men and their dates. Neither of the Uchiha heirs were married. As soon as I was behind the two ravens, I felt a foot sweep my own out from under me. My eyes widen as I fall.

Champagne splashes on the no doubt expensive suit jackets of the men in front of me. I didn't bother to catch my fall, allowing myself to crumple into a heap by their feet. There was a distinct burning sensation on my ring fingers, my strings, as two pairs of spinning crimson eyes met mine. I waited for the angry and humiliating words of them firing me. But they never came.

The oldest one quickly got out of his chair and kneeled beside me. Again, the feeling on my ring fingers. His face was kind, almost compassionate as his red eyes looked to see if I was injured. A soft hum comes from the Uchiha as he grabs my left hand and holds it up to his own.

“You're more beautiful than I ever dreamed of.” He whispers, pulling me to my feet.
“What are you doing with that server, Nii-San?” The Vice President asks, looking over at us with interest.

The younger Uchiha heir looks at me, more specifically my right hand. I look down and my jaw drops as I trail the red strand to his left hand. How? He stands up, grabbing my right hand in his.

“She's the end of my string.” They both say before glaring at one another.
“You're mistaken, Sasuke.” The older one says.
“No, you are. She's mine, Itachi. Look!” Sasuke says, holding up our intertwined hands to show our strings connected.
“Then explain this.” Itachi demands, lifting up the left hand he still held.

As both men bicker, I felt the entire room staring at us. Many women were glaring at me, while most of the men looked disgusted. I wanted to run and hide but the grip the two brothers had on my hands kept me grounded to the spot.

“Uchiha-Sama.” I say softly, attempting to gain their attention long enough for them to let go of my hands.
“Yes?” They both answer, dark eyes boring into me with concern.
“Please let go.” I plead.
“No.” Sasuke growls, pulling me closer.
“People are staring.” I whispered and this seemed to catch Itachi's attention.
“Everyone out!” He booms, his authoritative voice causing every single person to vacate the room.
“Thank you, Uchiha-Sama.”