ღℳasked ℑdentityღ {Itachi Uchiha}

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Itachi's hand extended out to you, and you stared with suspicious eyes as he stood next to you, slightly bent at the waist to look into your gleaming [E/C] eyes. His facial features were romanced by the candlelight that danced in the middle of the table Itachi had specially set up.

What was going exactly?

For him, this was another special date with you. For you, this was prom night. You requested not to go to the actual event and, instead, spent a romantic date with your one and only.

"Itachi, you can't even dance," you teased with an amused smile, but take his hand anyway and balanced up on your heels.

"I've practiced especially for you, Mademoiselle." You looked at him funny for his attempt of French, yet fight back giggles of appreciation. He smiled at your blush and escorted you to a small platform under the romantically lit gazebo that Itachi and his father built together.

Some might call it tacky to have a romantic dinner in the backyard of your boyfriend's house, but Itachi's was nothing close to tacky. Mikoto is the super mom type of woman who never neglected the care of her garden. That garden could compare to the legendary Eden: flowers, plants and trees decorated the fresh green grounds of which you walked on.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of real rose petals flooding the wooden floor of the gazebo. "Wow. You really went all out for me, Itachi. You didn't need-

You were cut off when Itachi gently squeezed your hand as the 'you're-ruining-the-moment' signal. His index finger rose up to his lips and you blocked your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to hold in an awkward laugh.

He began positioning into a slow dance: his right arm wrapped around your waist and kept his hand at the mid of your back while his left gently grasped your right hand. You react by smirking, lifting your left arm and rested your hand at his shoulder before Itachi pulled you closer to be inches away.

"Where's the music?" you huskily whisper, [E/C] eyes dazed and shut slowly as this moment sucked you in completely.

Itachi angles his head and whispers at your ear, "We don't need it."

Before you could respond, Itachi began moving gracefully in 'step-touch' motion. Naturally you followed, synchronizing with him before he slowed down and tugged you in closer against him. Not once did he step on your feet; rather, he'd surprise you with turns that almost made you trip on your own. Your lips curved higher and higher the more Itachi improvised the moves: he'd pull you out in a twirl and tucked you back in against him; his eyes never left yours.

It was a silent dance, yet the feeling of the song was recognizable between the two. In the midst of imagination, you could just hear violins, cellos, harps and pianos playing around the gazebo. The tiny light bulbs hanging from the roof dimmed to a shade that deepened this moment.

Your cheek now rested at his shoulder, blush intact, while his temple pressed against yours. Just as you parted your glossy lips to speak, Itachi unexpectedly and gracefully dipped you. Your lips widen in a grin and raise an impressed brow seeing the proud smirk Itachi wore; his narrowed, taunting eyes screamed 'Am I a bad dancer now?'

"You must've had an excellent teacher," you said softly.

Itachi slowly pulled you back up inches away from the tip of his nose, that smirk still intact. "Moms are the best teachers."

You let out a soft chuckle and reach your arms over and around his neck. Itachi instantly smiled, dropping his hands at the low of your back to lock his grasp around you. The mood deepened as you both began 'swaying to the music', which was the first style of slow dancing you had taught Itachi for the Homecoming Dance back in freshman year.