Among The Stars .:Itachi x Fem!Reader:. Soulmate AU

Lucky Star

Prim and proper. That's how [Name] wants to look for Neji. Daring and sexy isn't much of her style, and Neji's tastes don't seem to fit it either. Yet, their outing won't be for another six hours. 

She's still excited.

In her home, music blares loudly. She dances along, applying red lipstick to her lips and putting in dark contacts to hide the stars. For now, she'll go out and have some extra fun on this bright day. First on her list is grabbing a coffee from her favorite cafe, next is some shopping. She has six hours on her hand, and all her clothes don't fit the style she wants to present to Neji.

With a click, she turns off the music. As she's searching for her keys, her hand skims over the old diary. She's reminded of the emotions that welled up in her the day before. With care, [Name] flips open the book to a random page. She quickly reads the words:

Curse that Louise! If my momma ain't raise me right, I'd knock her into next Sunday, I swear it! She thinks just because I lashed out at Tommy, that I'm the bad person. He was picking on me, I tell ya! But no one believes me. It's all because of those stupid stereotypes. Star-eyed people lie, cheat, and steal. Star-eyed people are rude and sloppy. Star-eyed people are jealous and vindictive. 

But that's not true, now is it. I'm a good person. I swears it.

[Name] stops reading. 

It's good to know that her need to look prim and proper stem from these stereotypes. If she acts this way, then maybe people wouldn't label her with these stereotypes. Maybe she can run from the horror of being deemed inferior and yet superior. Maybe, just maybe, she can live a normal life, date others without others thinking she's a cheater, and possibly even have a wider friend group, a loving family. Maybe her life can be like everyone else's, where she doesn't sit in limbo of being the most cursed and luckiest person on earth.

[Name] closes the book. Every time she opens it, a new feeling claws at her throat, and she's reminded of the dilemma; of her birthright. 

She grabs her keys. The star charm she had since she was a child hangs from it, dirty but still sparkly from all the glitter. Although she hates the stars, this charm, given to her by her mother, was deemed lucky.

The charm reminds her of better times whenever she squeezes it. Reminds her of the great childhood she had, the love and care from her parents brought her up made her the woman she is today. They never criticized her actions that others thought were too passive. They complimented her on more than just her eyes, still at times, they remind her of the beauty of her irises, but it was less so from them than other people.

She clutches the charm in her hand, feeling the cold plastic against her palm. It fills her with sweet memories of old and gives her hope for tomorrow and the next day.

[Name] heads to her car, not forgetting her sunglasses that sit on the small table closest to the front door. While starting the car, she slips them on. With a click and a tap, music emits from her speakers. Once again, she's rocking out. In her own world.

Where she's normal.

... 

The first thing [Name] sees when entering the mall is ads. Ads and commercials everywhere. Each person fitted with designer clothes, and looky here, star contacts to imitate what they don't have. It's propaganda to say that star-eyed people have a perfect, fun life. It's an injustice in [Name's] eyes, to represent her life wrong.

But she moves on and finds a store to her tastes. She browses for a while, yet nothing catches her attention, for it's either too expensive or not in her size. She scans the clothing racks for a few more seconds until something catches her eye from across the store.