Their Love (itasaku one-shots)

Being his muse

Being his muse

Title: Being his muse

Prompt: muse (30 prompts table A-30, prompt 6)

Pairing: ItaSaku

Au: normal world japan

Note; Starts of a bit slow but I absolutely adore the ending

I do not own Naruto. Kishimoto-sama owns it.

Being his muse

A crashing sounded. Itachi stood in the middle of the room, the sound of his heavy breath echoing through his apartment. This was the fourth canvas he had ruined today.

"Maybe it's time that you take a break." Itachi turned around to see his little brother standing in the door, leaning against its frame, his usual smirk plastered on his face. "Hello Otouto," greeted Itachi, a small smile gracing his face. He loved his brother dearly and was happy to see him again. "Aniki," Sasuke gave him a look, "I am serious. You haven't been out of your apartment for ages and you haven't produced anything. You need to get some air."

Itachi agreed. He knew he needed a break. He was frustrated and got even more frustrated when a painting ended up in the trashcan. "Alright, what do you propose?" asked he. "Go with me. I'm meeting up with two old friends and I'm sure you'll be able to talk to one of the two," replied he.

"Alright."

After a car ride from 10 minutes parked Sasuke his car and they both got out. "Ichiraku's?" He raised one brow at his little brother. "Naruto is a bit addicted to noodles so he wanted to meet here," was the answer he got. When they entered they were loudly greeted by a blond male. "Sasuke-teme!" Said "teme" grunted as reply and sat down with his brother.

"Good to see you," said he. "I see you've brought company?" was the reply. "Aa. This is my aniki, Itachi. Itachi, this is Naruto," introduced Sasuke. "Nice to meet you," said he. Naruto just nodded and then turned back to Sasuke. "Have you any idea how late Sakura-chan will be here?"

Sasuke shook his head. Itachi shot a questioning look at him when they mentioned "Sakura-chan". "The other person we will meet," explained he. "Ah."

They had a little conversation but Itachi asked himself why Sasuke had to take him with him. Naruto was a very nice boy but not someone he would talk with and then get inspiration. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" made his head turn. A girl with pink hair hurried through the restaurant and stopped at their table. Naruto stood up to give her a bear hug as greeting, then let her go and asked: "Why are you so late, Sakura-chan? I was worried!"

"I said I was sorry," muttered she, "My appointment with a patient took a little bit longer than I expected." She looked around the table, her eyes lingering at him and then turned to Sasuke. "Good to see you too," said she sarcastically. "Aa. This is my aniki, Itachi. Itachi, this is the girl we mentioned, Sakura," introduced he.

She bowed a little and said: "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too," replied he.

It was still for a moment until he started, and yes, he started, a conversation with her. "What do you do for work?" It was a simple question but it got her talking. She was very passionate about her work and talked incessantly about it. When she was finished talking about her own job she asked about his job. He told her everything, from how he began painting and how frustrated he was about it now.

Sasuke and Naruto had left in the middle of the conversation, claiming they had work to do and had to go so now it was only them, together. And he couldn't say he minded that. Actually, he loved everything about it. When he wasn't talking he was listening to her and observing everything about it, from her lips to her eyes who sparkled when she thought something was interesting.

They talked and talked, leaving absolutely nothing out of their stories. They had a sort of mutual agreement. He knew she also felt it. It was like they had this kind of spark. When it was dark they decided that it was getting too late. He walked her home and they parted with a sort, sensual kiss, saying that they would meet tomorrow.

When he walked home he smiled. He wasn't frustrated about his paintings anymore. He had found his source of inspiration, his muse.

In his next collection were various paintings of a girl with pink hair and cherry trees. When Sakura saw the collection she asked about it and got a slight blushing and stuttering Itachi as reply.