Itachi All Mighty

ICHI

I just can't seem to stop myself from posting all these stories man. Gosh, this one is an old one from 2016 that I never truly got around to and only wrote a few chapters for. I'm back on my itasaku bullshit after allowing tumblr to curse my shipper heart yet again. So I mean, why not?

Enjoy a modern AU for once tho!

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SHE had saved him. Unintentionally, but she'd done it either way.

And it was in pursuit of an underwear thief, too.

She'd chased the thief four blocks with the most unsettling of blank expressions ever and in her pajamas of all things. Pink camisole and white polka dot printed shorts. Her hair was in a disarray from just waking up and she had one sock on. One.

Itachi had seen her sprinting like an athlete as he drove past her.

Izumi was sitting half way onto his lap, slender arms wound around his neck, and boobs pushed up to her neck. Usually, she'd have his full attention - those swirling obsidian eyes staring right into his and full pink lips quirked into a smirk - and he'd be asking her to get off of him because Kami if they crashed, she'd be dead for sure! Not that she cared too much anyway. ("My Itachi-kun is worth the risk!" she'd say with a pout.)

But this time, he was rather distracted by the unsightly girl. What made him even more curious was her ridiculously coloured pink hair and tanned skin that contrasted in a rather exotic way.

He frowned in confusion and almost asked his chauffeur to pull over so he could donate his coat to such a poor girl as she (it must've been a hard life, running around like that all the time to survive- he thought) leapt over a recycling bin.

However the closer Izumi's breasts came to his face, the more he was inclined to pin her to the seat beside him and scold her for being reckless.

Like he thought, she just pouted and said, "My Itachi-kun is worth the risk!"

Eventually, the car outdrove the pink haired girl and they turned a sharp corner. This street was more secluded and a little more barren. Not a single glimmer of sunlight touched the road as tall apartment buildings blocked it from either sides.

"Itachi-sama, we are here," said the chauffeur politely.

Itachi leaned forwards in his seat and peered out his tinted glass window. Four of his men stood either side of his door and another two at the entrance of the building he was about to enter.

As Itachi went to sit forwards and climb out of his seat, Izumi latched onto his arm and squeezed tight. He let out a haggard sigh.

Why his father insisted on her coming along, he had no idea. He never really could fully tell the extent of his father's plans however he knew enough to trust the old man.

"Izumi, please release me," Itachi requested.

He was puzzled as usual. He hadn't a clue as to way she insisted on touching him all the time.

"I want to stay by Itachi-kun's side!" she pleaded with a pout.

He looked at her with a confused expression. They couldn't both fit out of the door at the same time though! Perhaps if he exited sideways...?

The door opened before he could come up with a successful plan.

"Itachi," greeted a familiar man at the top of the staircase. With a friendly chuckle, he descended towards Itachi. "Long time no see!"