Back To You [Shisui X Itachi]

Chapter 14

Dedicated to sommergymnastica & JovanaNedeljkovic3 who both give me such hope and inspiration for this book! Thank you two so much!

The clouds were dusted a gentle pink with soft orange undertones. A few shy stars twinkled, but the moon was yet to show its face. Clouds moved by softly – adopting the colours of the setting sun gracefully.

In order to escape his sheer nervousness, Itachi focussed on the painting outside his window – the abstract strokes of a divine being's brush. Itachi was extremely anxious – this would be his first date, and he didn't want to make a mess of it.

He gripped his anxiety and shoved it back into its cage – although perhaps a bit too violently. He turned back to his vanity as he painted his nails a lavender colour. It was the last step of his getting-ready-ritual. He already wore his ripped, black skinny jeans – that clung to his legs – and a black hoody with red clouds periodically stitched onto it.

He couldn't help but be pestered by his uncertainty. Shisui refused to tell Itachi where they were going.

Itachi did not like surprises. He needed a plan – he needed to be prepared or he felt out of control. He felt that things go more smoothly with a plan.

He blew gently on his wet, lavender nail polish – expertly applied – to dry it slightly quicker. He looked at himself in the mirror, he was paler than Shisui, shorter than Shisui, not nearly as muscular as Shisui but, Itachi saw the twinkle in his own onyx eyes.

And he was quite confidently able to attribute that to Shisui.

There was a knock on his door, "Itachi, Shisui is at the door." His father told him – once again holding pride in his eyes. Itachi didn't know what he did to receive such a high esteem from his father – but it never failed to lift his spirit. It never failed to establish a sense of security,

Itachi stood up, aggressively readjusting his clothes – his insecurity scrambling his brain. He had never been nervous at the thought of being around Shisui before – but tonight felt different. Tonight felt...real.

"You look fine", Itachi's father said warmly, pulling tenderly on Itachi's hoody strings.

Itachi offered his father a shy smile and made his way down the stairs, each step quickening his heart rate. It felt as if the closer he got to the door, the stronger his fear grew – waiting for an opportune moment to take over and smash his hopes.

Itachi's mother, Mikoto, stood at the front door cheerfully talking to a deep voice Itachi could easily recognise as Shisui's. Itachi had grown so familiar with that baritone voice, that in a sea of screams he would easily be able to locate the older male.

Itachi took a deep breath to calm his raging nerves before appearing in the doorway. Shisui's smile froze as his eyes darted to Itachi's. They then scanned Itachi from top to bottom and the hunger that precipitated in Shisui's eyes put Itachi on edge.

Itachi's eyes followed Shisui's lead, scanning the older male just as desirably. Shisui had on a tight black shirt that left very little of his muscle to imagination and regular blue jeans that seemed to add a sense of nonchalance to his look.

"So where are you two going tonight?" Mikoto asked oblivious to the sexual hunger, the sexual tension between the two boys.

Shisui cleared his throat, "Ichiraku."

Mikoto clapped in excitement, "Oh what a casual place – lovely idea!"

Itachi perceived a hint of reluctance on Shisui's face before it was expertly morphed into his closed-eyed smile, "I figured Itachi wouldn't let me take him anywhere too expensive."