Kairos |An Itachi Uchiha Story|

xiii.your soul crumbling

"Weasel butt!~ I'm booored!" Aiko complained as she dropped the book she was reading on her face. Itachi stared flatly at the girl.

"Even though you're a butt hole and I'm pretty sure you hate me, you didn't deserve to die for me. I'm not worth nearly as much as you."

Her eyes made him stop. The big sad bright ambers stared up at him honestly and he found it was all he's ever wanted. A bit of honesty and when her eyes were sincere, they sucked him in.

He arched an eyebrow.

Is this really the same person?

"'Tachi!" She called a shortened version his name, ignoring the I to wake him from his daydreaming. He eyed the book before glancing at her position against her bed.

"Why are you upside down?" He asked in a blank tone and the girl pouted.

"I got bored and you were too in your book to notice." Itachi sighed before picking up the book from her face and when she scrambled to get it back, she fell all the way to the floor causing an amused smirk to come to the Uchiha's face.

"Ouch."

Itachi rolled his eyes and glanced at the page she was on.

"Tear troughs?" He questioned out loud before the book was taken back out of his fingers.

"I was doing some research because I was curious about the weird lines under your eyes. They didn't seem normal." Aiko stuck her tongue out and Itachi sighed.

"Neither does your face." Or your eyes.

Aiko pouted with her arms crossed and face lightly flushed.

"You're so mean to me, Itachi."

She's been calling him by his name a lot more lately and it was beginning to strike him odd. He glanced down and saw her hand gripping her sleeve.

You embarrassed her.

"It's not like you do not know you are not ugly, so where is the fault?" Itachi questioned in a blank tone. Aiko paused before her cheeks began to become a scarlet color.

Was that his way of calling me beautiful?

"Was that a compliment, Itachi?" Aiko smirked and Itachi rolled his eyes.

"You would be an idiot to question it." The girl pouted and crossed her arms once more.

"Ever so mean, weasel butt." Itachi flicked the space between her eyes, chuckling softly when she struggled to become cross-eyed, coming unsuccessful and her cheeks flushed.

"But I do not hate your cheeks being such a color," Itachi smirked and it was Aiko's turn to roll her eyes.

"So this is who you really are?" She quoted a past conversation. "A buttface in its true form, how exciting." Itachi gave a flat stare before noticing her eyes had fallen to beneath his eyes.

"They're so tiny! I read that they are going to get longer." She grinned and Itachi pretended like it didn't affect him that she actually thought to research something because of him. He remembered the countless flower books he had checked out of the library, trying to find the flowers Aiko always wore without asking the girl herself.

It was mostly a pride thing.

"Outside of a mission, you have never touched someone or been touched by someone?" Itachi asked curiously.

"Unless it was for interrogation purposes, I have never purposely touched anyone my whole life aside from my grandmother, Sasuke and Ino." Itachi watched a sad smile come to her face.