Naruto One Shots

Aoba - X 🍋

Word Count - 4097
Ages - 28 and 30

"(Y/N) are you ready?" Itachi asked me as I placed my cloak around my body and then stepped towards him. I didn't answer but walked past him towards the door of our room.

Even though we were from the same village and he allowed me to join him in these trips, we had little else to talk about.

Itachi followed in step with me as we walked out of the inn and towards the village. Within the hour we were entering the hidden tunnels leading in and out of Konoha. We were concealed by the darkness of night. But that did not stop either one of us from seeing what we came here for.

I could feel him. I knew he was close. He has a technique that allows him to read minds without having to try. Our intimacy over the years eventually lead to a mental connection that only we could feel.

Even though I could feel him I ignored his presence in my mind.

Aoba knew when I left the village to join the Akatsuki that there was no way I could leave him behind too. I tried to tell him that he was wrong. That I was moving on with my life and that meant him too. I swore to him up and down that I was moving on. Yet I always joined Itachi whenever he came home.

I could not leave Aoba alone. He was my greatest weakness. And a girl in my position could not have weaknesses. As hard as I tried to move on and seek out others, he was still the one I came back to.

I blamed it on our mental connection. But it was beyond that. We dated for so many years before I left that I had lost track. With all the time that had passed since I left I could not convince myself that I didn't love him anymore. And that's how I found myself joining Itachi in these secrect trips home. He would check on Sasuke while I would check on Aoba. My version of checking was a little more loose and a lot more about having a physical connection.

I had made my way to Aoba's apartment before I decided to speak to him.

Open the door.

I felt him like a word on the tip of my tongue. He was close but not fully there. Maybe he was asleep or busy out at the bars with friends. I knew how to get into his place without his help at the front door. I was only giving him a formal warning of my presence.

Once inside his place I kept all the lights off like he had them. I made my way into his room to find the bed empty. I knew he was in the village. I could sense he wasn't far. I knew he would be back before I had to leave.

Just like I could feel him when he was close, he could also feel me.

I nestled into his bed taking in the smell of him. It was one of the hardest things about leaving him. Once my cloak didn't smell like him anymore Itachi and I would return to the village. It only took a couple times of this before Itachi got the gist of how often I needed to come back. He held no complaints and was often the one initiating our frequent returns.

My eyes felt heavy as Aoba's sandalwood fragrance lulled me to into a calm state. This was exactly what I needed after the week I had. It made me feel peaceful and loved. Comforted and accepted. Delightful and desired. It was all the things Aoba made me feel. All the reason I couldn't move on from him. Because since joining the Akatsuki those were the exact feelings I needed to help me stay grounded and sane.

I awoke by feeling his presence closer. He was probably only a couple minutes away from being home. But I felt him more prevalent in my mind.

Sleep until I get there crow.

My mind drifted back into sleep with his command. My face nuzzling further into his pillow.

I awoke again to his touch. His fingers cascaded over the curve on my hip. His body close to my back but not yet flush.