Life In The Yakuza •Yakuza Itachi x OC•

XI

Miharu slammed her fists and feet into the punching bag dangling in front of her. Everytime she hit it with force, it swung back and forth furiously. Her hands were beginning to hurt. Itachi had told her just seconds ago on the phone that Nishiki had refused to see her. He'd then told her to stay in the training room and he'd come get her. Miharu ground her teeth, the music playing loud on the stereo she'd had Sasuke set up in the room. No one else was using the training room today, so she didn't care that whoever came in might hear her music. 

Sasuke watched her. Wow. Whatever Itachi said pissed her off....he thought. He stood still leaning against the wall. He closed his eyes. After Miharu had finished talking on her phone, she'd passed it to Sasuke, who was told that he was to stay and guard Miharu thoroughly so he did. The music blared loudly, playing Foo Fighters, which echoed off the walls and kept Miharu going to the beat of the music. She suddenly slammed her fist into the bag so hard it flew off the hook and slammed to the ground. She stared at it, surprised at herself, her breath hitching as she panted from the fast movement. 

"Miharu,"a voice said. A hand placed itself on her shoulder and she jerked around, prepared to throw whoever it was to the mats on the ground. She stopped when she saw it was Itachi. He grabbed her hand. "You busted your knuckles. Sasuke, I told you to watch her!" Sasuke flinched. Miharu frowned, noticing the split skin on her knuckles. It stung slightly. Itachi sighed and shook his head. "Did you get your anger out?" Miharu pouted. 

"I guess so,"She muttered. Itachi held her hand gently and sighed. When they got back up to the room Itachi shook his head as he started grabbing things to clean her wounds with. 

"I can't believe there's someone who wouldn't feel it if they busted their knuckles,"Itachi sighed at her. Miharu stuck her tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes, sitting down in front of her. He poured alcohol on a cotton ball and took her hand in his gently, ignoring the warmth that spread through him at touching her. Nishiki's words came back to him. 

"You're in love with Miharu." 

He furrowed his brow and looked at Miharu. He slowly dabbed at her knuckles. She let out a hiss of pain, and tried hard to focus on the warmth of Itachi's hand holding hers. Why does his touch do this to me? 

"I didn't try to not feel it,"Miharu told him, her voice a little strained as her wounds burned. Itachi snorted. He took a damp paper towel and dabbed at her wounds gently. "What else did Nishiki talk with you about?" Itachi frowned. 

"How can you tell?"

"Because there was another before you." 

"He told me that he wanted to form an alliance with the Uchiha,"Itachi replied quietly. Miharu frowned. Why does the simple sound of his voice warm my ears, as if it were music? He began wrapping her hand up gently. "He wanted to help aid us and offer protection for you and Michiko, from the newest yakuza clan. Well, they're newly rising, not completely new." Miharu hummed once. He grabbed medical tape and taped the wrapping to her hand. "I saw that last hit you did, knocked the punching bag off the hook."

"Yeah. No matter how strong I am, I still don't do well fighting guys,"Miharu admitted. Itachi hummed at her in response. He couldn't tell her that Nishiki had revealed to him about her previous lover. If she didn't want to tell him, she wouldn't. It didn't matter to him. His heart tightened in response. Yeah, he knew that was a lie. 

"He was the only guy who she could beat. They were a thing for a long time, about a year actually. I remember it too, she was sixteen. Ever wondered why she hasn't mentioned him? She hasn't dated anyone since him." 

"Miharu, let's play another game,"Itachi murmured. He couldn't hold it back. Not only did Miharu think he didn't love her, but she hadn't told him about her past love. He wondered to himself if she'd lie.