Monday, February 19, 2007

Wow...I think my love for Sasuke and Itachi has been pushed up a notch. I found this awesome artist at DA: http://brokendeathangel.deviantart.com She fulfills my SasuIta needs...Sasu-chan is soooooo kawaii! Ahem. Look! Es my video!



=) I am ze bored. My bro's at a friend's house and my mom's working, so it's me and my dad today. He wanted to do something...like go to a movie or musuem...but I'm kinda out of the movie scene (I can't remember the last movie I saw in theaters...it was like...4 months ago). And I dunno...I love the science and art musuems but...I have no motivation to move. I have one class tomorrow since it follows a monday schedule. ^-^ I'm downloading Naruto eps so that hopefully I can make more amvs! whee!

I REALLY want to post this fanfic I've been working on...it's a Naruto fanfic with a sort of Hidan x OC x Itachi thing going. The OC is kinda...like me...sorta. She's a lot cooler than me though.

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This is the beginning...sort of. The rest of the beginning is kinda corny so I won't post it. The OC's name is Rose, FYI.
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Not knowing where I was really sucked. I knew I had just been in the forest by the college I go to, but the forest I was in now…well…it wasn’t even the same. I started to panic. This was ridiculous. How could I be lost? I had just been with my friends! We were told to collect nature stuff for an art project! I couldn’t be lost! The parking lot should be just around the corner…yeah! That’s it!

I started walking faster, feeling my heart speed up. But the parking lot wasn’t around the corner. It was nowhere. I brought my hands up to my face. “This can’t be happening. I can’t be lost on campus. What if a bear…?” I heard a noise and instantly became defensive and wary. Why was I worried about a bear? Because apparently a black bear actually got onto school grounds a few years back. I was in no mood to get caught by one. The rustling of leaves made me alert.

I hid myself behind a tree, too afraid to look and see who or what it could be that was coming closer. Voices. I could hear voices. They were speaking in a language I didn’t know. I listened hard. It sounded like Japanese. Dammit, if only I had taken a Japanese course this year! It sounded like two men. Figuring I had nothing to lose and hoping they understood English, I stepped out and was about to greet them, but the sight of them alone made me quiet.

They both wore black cloaks with red clouds. One wore a strange hat that obscured the rest of his face. His partner, on the other hand, was flawless with pale skin, pale violet eyes, and silver hair that was slicked back. His cloak was open, showing his bare chest. He was carrying what looked like a huge three-bladed scythe. Both men stared at me questionably.

“Um…Hi,” I said smiling sheepishly. “Do you by chance know how to get back to the college campus? I think I’m lost.”

They continued to stare. Okay…either they couldn’t understand me or they were just trying to annoy me. I didn’t like being rude to people, but I really needed to get back to class. We only had a 10 minute break and I was pretty sure it was over by now. Since they couldn’t comprehend my words, I figured actions might work best. “I am lost,” I said slowly, acting out an action of someone apparently searching around but finding nothing. “Can you…” I pointed to them. “…help me?” I pointed to myself.

The man with silver hair gave me a smirk and I paled. Crap. Had I done something stupid? I mentally hit myself. Of course I did! I was acting like an idiot! Thinking quick, and trying to remember my limited Japanese vocabulary, I mumbled, “Onegai?”

They exchanged looks. I waited. The man with the strange hat gave a nod, and at first I breathed a sigh of relief. They were gonna help me! But when I saw the silver-haired man’s smirk widen and take out his scythe, I panicked and backed away. “C-Chotto matte!” I cried, hoping I said the phrase right. He advanced on me. “ONEGAI!”

“Hidan,” his partner growled.

The other man turned around irritably. “What?” he snapped.

I did a double take. I understood him! I blinked. Wait…what did that mean? “I’m not standing around here another thirty minutes. Don’t kill her.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You give me the go ahead, but suddenly change your mind? What the fuck is up with that?”

“Shut up. Take her and let’s go.”

“W-Wait!” I said suddenly. “You can understand me? Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“It was highly amusing to see you sign your actions,” the other man sneered. “Let’s go, Hidan.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I looked up into Hidan’s face and gulped. He frowned as he leaned over me. “I would have made it painless for you, but whatever.” I felt his fist connect with my gut and I instantly fell unconscious.

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Yay! Now time to skip to the middle of the...fic...thing. There is a mature warning put on this. Mention of nudity (zomg! hehe) and adult situations (i think).
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I hadn’t wanted Deidara to announce to the other members what I needed for my art. Informing the others that I was in desperate need of a volunteer model was embarrassing. Now all they did when they saw me was stare at me. Tobi had offered, but I had to politely refuse him. I wasn’t about to draw him nude.

Deidara wasn’t interested in posing for me. Which was a shame, because out of all the other members of Akatsuki, he and I got along pretty well. It wouldn’t have been as nerve-wracking. Nevertheless, he told me to go ask Itachi or Hidan. I would have rather swallowed poison, to be honest. I could tell neither of the two pretty boys liked me. But, because I was going through artist-withdrawal, I had limited options. I saw Kisame walking through the halls and stopped him.

“Um…do you know where Itachi is?” I asked nervously.

He gave me a toothy grin. “He’s in his room. You better knock beforehand. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if you didn’t.”

“O-Okay.” Let’s just say that Itachi scared me to the point where I could wet myself. I slowly made my way down the hall, thinking over in my head how I was going to ask him to model for me. ‘Hey Itachi, just wanted to ask if you would like to pose nude for me for an hour?’ Yeah, I could totally see myself within his Mangekyou Sharingan radar. I bit my lip once I came to the door and hesitantly knocked.

“Who is it?”

“Um…it’s Rose.”

The door opened and Itachi stared down at me. I may have been a year or so older than him, but damn! He was scary! I gulped and smiled slightly. “What do you want?”

“I have a favor I want to ask you.”

His red eyes narrowed dangerously. “Go on.”

“C-Can we go inside? I don’t want anyone else listening in.” He gave a nod and closed the door after I was inside. I took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m pretty sure Deidara has already mentioned this to everyone he knows, but…I’m in desperate need of a male model. It’s for a school project from where I’m from and…well…Tobi’s offered but I don’t think I could stomach drawing him nude for an hour.”

Itachi remained quiet. “So…” I continued. “…I was kind of wondering if maybe…you could be the model instead? I know it’s stupid for me to ask, but it’s either you or Hidan, and frankly, Hidan scares the bejeesus out of me.”

“You want me to model for you?” he repeated.

“Yeah…”

He stared at me. “As long as no one else knows. When and where shall we do this?”

I was stunned. Itachi was agreeing? I smiled. “My room, tomorrow, eight o’clock. It’ll last roughly an hour.”

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Okay, so I didn’t realize what I was getting myself into until Itachi showed up. He was definitely one of the best looking men in Akatsuki. And he would be posing nude for me. I let that sink in. I would be seeing parts of him that no one else had probably ever seen before. I blushed as I set up the bed for him to relax on. He was over in the corner calmly removing his clothes as if I weren’t in the room at all. I had never seen a naked man so when he finally turned around, I did a double take and kept my eyes on his chest and face, even though they were dying to look farther south.

“Where do you want me?”

I inhaled sharply. Did this guy know what he was doing to me? I took out my easel and charcoal and set myself up a few feet away from the bed. “Um…you can lay on the bed if you want. I’m only going to draw one pose for today,” I managed to say. He nodded and made himself comfortable on the bed sheets. Good Lord, I would be sleeping on those later tonight. I took out a piece of paper and pressed the charcoal to it. “Are you in the pose?”

“Yes.”

“All right.” As soon as I started drawing, my embarrassment faded. I became an artist and focused on drawing the human form in all its glory. As expected, there wasn’t a flaw on Itachi’s body. He calmly watched me with his frightening red eyes as I sketched the basic outline first.

“Will I be able to see the picture afterwards?” he asked suddenly.

I looked over at him and smiled. “Sure. Don’t be surprised if it’s not perfect or anything.”

“I don’t expect perfection from you.”

I felt my pride sink a little. “Oh.” I continued to draw, adding more detail. “Have you ever posed before? You’re very patient.”

“No, I haven’t.”

The time went by slowly. I was amazed that no one had come to bother me yet. Usually Deidara would be pounding on my door to discuss art of all sorts, but for some reason, he hadn’t stopped by once. Itachi usually didn’t talk very much, so as we made small conversation, it was nice. I was close to finishing the picture, adding in the last few details needed. I was really impressed with how it had turned out.

“I’m finished,” I said with a smile. He got off the bed and went back into the corner to change. When he was done, he walked over to me and stood behind me. I glanced up. “Well? What do you think?”

He seemed to study the picture for a bit, as if unsure if what I had drawn was supposed to be him. In all honesty, I hadn’t done him justice. He was a lot better looking than what I had drawn. “You did this?” he mumbled.

“Yep.”

“It’s…”

“Hmm?”

“…interesting.” I didn’t expect any higher praise from Itachi.

I let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Will you need me to model again?”

Stunned that he would ask, I just blinked. “Uh…”

“Rose?”

“Uh…sure. I guess. I was going to ask Hidan, you know, to switch off, but if you really want to…”

His eyes hardened. “Hidan would much rather kill you than pose for you. Trust me.”

“Okay then. Tomorrow, same time and place.” He nodded and left my room without another word. I admired the drawing for a few more minutes. There was a sudden knock on my door and I froze. “Who is it?” I called.

“It’s me!” I heard Hidan growl.

Confused about why he would be coming to see me, I opened the door. “Can I help you?”

“You tell me. The bomb-happy freak kept bugging me until I agreed to be a damn model for your fucking art project. So where do you want me?”

“I…uh…”

He slammed the door behind him and placed his ever-present rosary on the table gently. He shrugged off his cloak, to which I had to blush furiously. “Well?” He removed his pants and I was left staring wide-eyed at him as he stood naked before me, a look of irritation on his face. “C’mon, I don’t have all day.”

“Um…but I just…” Oh fuck it. When else would Hidan actually agree to help me with something? I tore off another sheet of paper and placed it on the easel. Thinking of a pose for him to do, I grinned slightly. “Hidan, would it be okay if I drew you as if you were preparing for one of your rituals?”

I don’t think I ever saw the man so happy. He was more than willing to ‘bestow his religion before me’ in any way possible. So I had him kneel with both knees on the ground, with him holding his rosary up to his lips. I think it was the first time I didn’t hear Hidan complain. I became very focused on drawing everything as I saw it, simply because I didn’t want to offend him. He was extremely religious and I knew that if I somehow offended him, well, no one would come to my defense.

“How are you holding up, Hidan?” I asked after a half hour. “Do you need to rest?”

“I’m fine,” he answered. “Keep going.”

“You sure?”

“I said I was fine.”

I nodded and continued to draw. He almost looked like a fallen angel and I had a sudden urge to draw wings on him in the picture. Once the hour was up, I gave the picture a once-over and smiled. “I’m done,” I said. Hidan stood up and didn’t even bother putting his clothes back on before coming up behind me. “Do you like it?”

His pale violet eyes stared at the picture in what I could only assume was awe. To me, it looked like he had just seen God. “It’s perfect,” he muttered. It was hard to take him seriously when he was naked, but I appreciated the praise nonetheless.

“Thanks.”

“You’ve accurately expressed the Jashin prayer stance.”

My cheeks turned red. Hidan was usually the loudest complainer in the Akatsuki and definitely the worst mannered. He had a horrible mouth on him that would make even the dirty-mouthed rappers of my time bleed from the ears. I had never seen the man truly smile, but his smile was really nice. His hand reached out to stroke the picture before grabbing my right hand gently.

“You drew this picture with this hand,” he stated.

“Uh…yeah.”

He brought my hand up to his lips and it took all my willpower not to scream in delight when he kissed my palm. Hidan was being nice! He wasn’t swearing or complaining! He liked that I didn’t criticize his religion. His partner, Kakuzu, always insulted his beliefs. Hell, I think everyone in the Akatsuki made some remark about Hidan’s religion at some point. But I hadn’t. Maybe that’s why he had agreed to model for me.

“I would like to come back and model for you again.”

Shit. “Um…same time, same place?” I mumbled.

“All right.” He pulled his pants on and threw his cloak on over his head. “I’ll be seeing you, Rose.” When he was gone, I had a little celebration in my head. I had gotten to see the two most attractive, and dangerous, mind you, Akatsuki members naked. And they were going to model again tomorrow. I squealed happily. Life couldn’t get any better.

***

When Itachi came back to my room the next morning, I decided I would tell him about Hidan. He remained impassive, as though it didn’t bother him. Like an idiot, I assumed he was perfectly okay with it. He removed his cloak and cast me a look of contempt. “I thought you were scared of Hidan,” he mumbled.

I looked up from organizing my charcoal. “Oh…um…he was actually not as bad as I thought he’d be. He didn’t complain once.”

Itachi’s eyes widened slightly. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.”

“Hn.” Once he was completely nude, he sat on my bed and waited. “He didn’t threaten to kill you?”

“No, but I was half-expecting him to,” I chuckled. “I asked him to pose as if he was praying and he became so obedient. Anyway, do you think you could maybe do a standing pose today? I need to practice with those.”

He nodded and got off the bed. “How do you want me?”

Inwardly smirking at my perverted mind, I replied, “Um…could you lean on one leg slightly…yeah. You can let your arms just hang; don’t worry about placing them anywhere. Yeah, I think that’s good.” I started to sketch and pretty soon, the hour was up. I stood back and admired my work, smiling when Itachi came up behind me with his cloak half on. “What do you think?”

“It’s good,” he murmured.

“Itachi…are you upset about something?”

His eyes narrowed and I mentally hit myself. Who was I to talk to him like that? “What makes you say that?” he said coolly.

“Well, ever since I told you that Hidan will be modeling for me as well, you’ve been kind of…aloof and cold.”

“And you’re saying this because I’m usually not…?”

“Well, no, you are, but…you seem colder than usual.”

Itachi seemed to study me for a moment. “I am a bit angry that you would have him model for you when you already have me doing it.”

“He came by unannounced after you left yesterday and just decided for himself that he would come back.”

“And you didn’t think to tell him no?”

“Itachi, this is Hidan. He could have sacrificed me or something. I wasn’t about to risk it. Besides, when he’s modeling, he’s harmless.”

“So you say.”

“Look, I think it’s cute that you’re jealous of him or whatever—”

“I’m not jealous,” he snapped.

I raised my eyebrows. “Okay.” I was convinced that being in Akatsuki had turned me into a risk-taker. I smirked slightly and added, “Maybe I’ll have Hidan pose up close and personal for me today.”

Itachi’s eyebrows shot up. “You will not.”

“Oh really? Who says?” I knew I was irritating him. It probably wasn’t a very smart thing for me to do, but then again, whoever said I was smart? Heh.

He stepped closer to me and narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Rose…”

“I get it. Don’t worry,” I sighed. “Hidan might be a willing volunteer, but you won’t have to worry about him trying to make moves on me or anything. To tell you the truth, I’m not too sure he likes women anyway.”

Itachi continued to glare at me before turning on his heel and leaving. Hidan came in shortly after, a scowl on his face. “Why was the red-eyed freak in here?” he snapped.

“Um…about that. You see, Itachi is modeling for me too. I hope you don’t mind.”

His eyes narrowed. “Oh. No, that’s fine. I don’t care.” He shrugged off his cloak. “So what kind of pose do you want me in?”

Deciding I should probably stick to poses he wouldn’t find offensive, I suggested another pose from his religion. He smiled. “Do you have a metal pike?”

“No,” I said slowly. “Why?”

“I need it for the pose.”

“Um…what kind of pose were you gonna do?”

“The sacrificial pose.”

My eyes widened. “Hidan, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” he frowned.

“Well…I can’t draw you impaled with a pike. And blood makes me sick.”

“How the hell did you ever manage to stay in this organization?”

I shrugged. “Isn’t there a less-dangerous pose you could do? Like…could you maybe just lay down on the bed…?”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He grabbed some of my pillows and propped himself up on the bed. His legs curled in towards him and he stared at me with a bored expression. “Well?”

“S-Sorry,” I mumbled, taking out some charcoal and beginning to sketch. I could tell he was angry with me. I wasn’t sure why, but he wasn’t happy. “Um…Hidan?” I asked softly.

“What?”

“If you promise not to bleed a lot…um…maybe you could do the pose.”

He seemed to perk up. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s hard to promise something like that, but I’ll figure something out.” He redressed himself, left the room, came back with the pike, and took off his clothes again. I knew he was immortal, but that still didn’t make watching him stab himself with a pike any less disturbing. When he shoved the pike into his abdomen, I closed my eyes. “Shit, that hurt,” he muttered. “Hurry up and draw. C’mon.”

I panicked. My hand was shaky as I tried to draw him. He was dripping large amounts of blood and I was feeling nauseous. Hidan wobbled on his feet, probably dizzy from losing so much blood. Without thinking, I threw my charcoal down and rushed to him before he collapsed on the floor. “Dammit Hidan, I knew this was a bad idea,” I growled.

He smirked up at me. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, sure you are. You’re bleeding everywhere. I gotta get you to the bathroom.” I had completely forgotten that he was naked, so when I reached down to help him back on his feet, my hand accidentally touched his ass. He gave me a pissed off look and I smiled sheepishly. “Whoops.”

He leaned on me as I helped him to the bathroom. He pulled the pike out of himself easily, making me want to vomit. “If this disgusts you, you can leave the room,” he said.

“No, I wanna make sure you’re all right.”

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That part is done. Now we'll skip ahead...again =3
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The modeling sessions were torture. Everyday Itachi and Hidan would come in and model for me and leave. And everyday I had to hide my growing attraction for both of them. I was an adult, I couldn’t exactly control who I liked. Itachi was a year or so younger than me and Hidan was probably a few years older. Our ages weren’t that far apart. However, it just so happened that Itachi wasn’t interested in relationships and Hidan…well…he just didn’t seem interested in anything involved with romance. Of course, I’ve been wrong about people before.

And boy was I wrong about these guys.

After two months with Akatsuki, I learned many important things. I learned that talking about Hidan with Itachi was a bad idea. The Uchiha would become severely cold and angry. I learned that Hidan wasn’t asexual and that he might actually be a man. It was during a modeling session with Itachi that finally opened my eyes to the truth.

Itachi was doing a simple sitting pose, all the while staring at me as though I were a piece of meat. It unnerved me and made me mess up the drawing a few times. When the time was up, he casually put his cloak on but left it open as he came up behind me and studied the picture. Heat rushed to my cheeks when he bent down. “Not one of your best,” he said, his breath tickling my ear.

“I know,” I replied irritably. Damn him for being so attractive! I shifted in my seat. “I was just really nervous today, that’s all.”

“Nervous? How so?”

“It’s nothing.” I thought he would drop the subject. I was wrong. He got even closer to me, to the point where I was sure something was pushing up against my back and I knew it wasn’t his hand. I wasn’t a complete idiot when it came to sexual encounters. I could tell he was making some sort of move. But because he was Itachi Uchiha, I thought nothing of it. He had showed no interest in me when I first joined Akatsuki. So why now, after only two months, was he suddenly all over me?

“You’re lying,” he mumbled. “You can tell me.”

“Itachi, I’m very uncomfortable right now. Could you please back away?”

His hands clasped onto my shoulders. “Do I make you nervous, Rose?”

“Yes,” I answered. “Now please leave.”

“But the hour isn’t up yet. We’ve still got ten minutes.”

“So?”

“A lot can happen in ten minutes.” Holy shit. He was not suggesting that we… Crap. He was. Heat pooled between my legs. Of all times to get turned on, now wasn’t the best. He gently stroked my hair and I leaned back. Jeez, he knew how to get me to submit. I closed my eyes and nearly cried out as he roughly pulled my head back and pressed his lips to mine. All coherent thoughts vanished from my mind. His tongue pushed past my lips before beginning its journey through my mouth. There was a pain between my legs that needed to be comforted. Itachi backed me onto my bed and sat on me, straddling my hips. His erection was becoming harder as I stared at it.

“Mother of…” I mumbled when he leaned down to kiss my neck. My pants were removed without my consent and Itachi’s fingers were touching me. I squirmed against him. This wasn’t right. I tried to push him away. Goodness knows that I tried. But he was too strong and too tempting. My female urges gave in. His red eyes stared at me as he fingered me, taking me to new heights. I could barely control my thoughts. There was a growing heat pooling between my legs. I wanted him but I wasn’t going to allow myself that pleasure. I roughly pushed at his chest. “No,” I mumbled. “Itachi, no.”

He smirked. “Do you think you’re noble for pushing me away?”

“No. I’m just not about to bother myself with someone that can’t keep his pecker down. Maybe having you model for me was a bad idea. At least Hidan never tried to hit on me.”

At the mention of Hidan’s name, Itachi became angry. “So you would prefer him?”

“As of right now? Yeah. Please leave, Itachi.” He narrowed his eyes and went to put on his clothes. I avoided his glare as he walked out of the door. I collapsed onto my bed and fisted my hands through my hair. “Dammit all,” I growled.

“Did I come at a bad time?”

I looked up to see Hidan in my doorway. “Oh…no. Sorry, I’m just…Well it doesn’t matter now.” I smiled faintly. “Hidan…could we cancel today’s session? I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”

He seemed disappointed. “You’re cancelling?”

“I’m really sorry. I just don’t think I can draw anymore today.”

He turned and almost walked back out the door, but turned his head and mumbled, “Did something happen with the red-eyed freak?”

I stiffened. “You could say that.”

“He didn’t try to kill you, did he?”

“No.” This was uncomfortable. I was NOT about to discuss what happened between me and Itachi with Hidan, of all people. “Look, I’m sure you have much better things to do with your time right now so—”

“Not really. I hate being around Kakuzu for too long anyway. He’s such a greedy bastard.” He sat down beside me on the bed. “So tell me what the freak did.”

I gave him a skeptical look. He stabbed himself daily and he called Itachi a freak? I shook my head of my thoughts. “Hidan…”

“C’mon.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing.”

“What? You’re not telling me he…” His lavender eyes widened. “You mean he did? He actually showed an interest in someone of the opposite sex?”

“It was definitely more than an interest,” I grumbled.

“That little dickhead,” Hidan cursed. “He knew I…” I stared at him curiously. I saw his face turn pink. “Um…nevermind.”

I wanted to press him for an answer, but I was afraid that if I did, he’d get angry and, I dunno, kill me. The atmosphere grew very uncomfortable for me. “It’s uh…hot in here,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I should probably remove this damn cloak.”

“Yeah.” I gasped and quickly averted my eyes. “Um…I mean, yeah, the cloaks can get pretty stuffy. That’s why mine’s usually off in here.”

Hidan took off his cloak and set it down beside me. “So is red-eye never coming back?”

I blinked. “I’m…not sure. We didn’t exactly part on good terms.”

“I wouldn’t mind filling in for him as your only model.”

Okay, something was seriously wrong here. Hidan wasn’t being a complete bitch. He was actually listening to my problems and offering to help. I smiled slightly. “T-Thanks, Hidan. But I’m not sure how much longer I’ll continue this modeling thing. I think I’ve got plenty pictures drawn for my class.”

“Oh.”

I bit my lip and stared at my feet. “So…”

“Do you like him?” he asked suddenly.

“Who?”

“Red-eye. Do you like him?”

“Uh…”

“Well?”

“He’s all right.”

He frowned. “That’s not what I meant, Rose, and you know it.”

I turned red. “I don’t feel comfortable talking to you about this, Hidan. Why don’t you just come out and say what’s on your mind?”

His eyes narrowed. He leaned closer and I couldn’t help but stare at his bare chest, where his rosary was hanging from his neck. He followed my gaze and smirked. “Interested in the Jashin faith?”

“No thanks,” I replied quickly. “I just really like your rosary.”

He lifted it up for me to see. “It is nice, isn’t it?” I nodded. He turned and stared at me. “Why are you so different from the others?”

“Maybe because I’m not a killer?”

“No. That’s not it.”

“I don’t make fun of your religion?”

He smiled. “Yeah. You’re the first to not criticize my beliefs.”

“I think criticizing what someone believes in is stupid. I was raised to not be judgmental.”

The conversation lasted longer than I had thought it would. Hidan told me all about his religion and I listened with strange interest. I never thought I’d be interested in a religion where killing people was considered good and leaving people alive was a sin. And the thing that got me was that Hidan became very passionate when talking about his faith. He’d use all these hand gestures and become so entranced with what he was saying that he barely noticed I had moved slightly closer to him.

I think he knew he was good-looking. He’d have to be blind not to. But he didn’t act on normal male tendencies. I had thought Itachi was immune to male hormones but that turned out false. Maybe Hidan was saving himself for someone. I mentally shrugged. As he continued to prattle on, I stared at his lavender eyes and how they lit up excitedly. His hair was really beautiful as well, being an unusual silver color. He must have noticed me staring because he suddenly stopped talking.

“Rose?”

“Hmm?”

“Is there something on my face or what?”

“Oh…no. I was just…admiring your eyes. They’re such an unusual color.”

He blinked. “My eyes? Really?”

“Yeah. Where I’m from, nobody has lavender eyes.”

“Oh.” Stop flirting with him, I told myself firmly. He’s a religious freak that could kill you at anytime. There’s no point in getting attached to him. I couldn’t deny that he looked cute when he pouted. He was like a big kid a lot of the time. Normally, if I came across a hot guy that killed for a living, it’d be a complete turn off. But for some reason, Hidan was just…interesting. So when he leaned closer, I didn’t back away. And when his head rested on my shoulder, I didn’t brush him off. And when he placed his head in my lap, I didn’t kick him off.

Instead, I kissed him.

It was awkward, considering our position. I bent down and slowly pressed my mouth to his. To my surprise, he didn’t reach for his weapon and try to kill me. He pulled me down to increase the kiss. He tasted a little like blood but that was to be expected I suppose. I was afraid to touch his hair, but got over the fear as soon as I felt his tongue pressing against my lips. He was different from Itachi. I could tell he had wanted this for awhile, but he wasn’t taking advantage of me like Itachi had.

We broke the kiss and stared at each other in shock. “Um…” I couldn’t think of anything to say.

He smirked. “I’ve been meaning to do that for awhile now.”

I blushed. He sat up and stared into my eyes before leaning forward and kissing me. I remained as calm as I could, but inside, I was throwing a party. After years of waiting to be noticed by a man (any man), my waiting was over. Hidan lowered me to the bed, giving my neck a few experimental licks. I stopped him halfway. “No sex. Not yet,” I stated, feeling disappointed.

“So you are a virgin,” he said smiling. “That makes me like you even more.”

I turned red. “T-Thanks.”



***

Ridiculously giddy could be the best word to describe how I felt after Hidan had left my room. I couldn’t remember a time when I had ever smiled and blushed so much in my life. I should have been able to control myself, but he was one of the sexiest men I had ever known! Could you blame a girl? Of course, Itachi, ever the pessimist, decided to grace me with his presence again. This time, he came with an air of guilt surrounding him, which amused me because after killing his entire clan and mind-torturing his little brother, he hadn’t appeared guilty at all.

I guess everyone has their moments when they act their age. Itachi, I had to remember, was still just a teenager. Had he been in my world, he’d still be in high school. He wasn’t shy. Oh hell no. If Itachi ever looked shy…I’d probably just volunteer to have Hidan sacrifice me. I stared at the Uchiha as he walked into my room, avoiding my eyes at all costs.

“Yes?” I said coolly.

I probably imagined it, but I was sure he had flinched at my tone. “I heard you and Hidan talking,” he answered just as coolly.

“And?”

“He’s not right for you.”

“As opposed to you?”

“No. You know he’s immortal.”

“Yeah.”

“So what are you going to do about that? You will die and he will live.”

“Everyone dies eventually.”

“Not Hidan.”

“Okay, so he’s the exception. But what are you trying to say, Itachi?”

“Would you really want to spend your time with someone who will never grow old with you and die with you?”

I bit my lip. “Are you trying to be nice?”

He frowned. “I’m trying to help you realize how foolish it is to stay with an immortal.”

“That’s my decision to make, Itachi.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Fine. I did warn you.” He left without another word, probably still angry at me. I shrugged and got up off my bed. I fastened my cloak on and walked out of my room. Kakuzu passed me in the hall and I was sure he had sent me a glare. I turned to stare at his retreating back in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Hidan ask gently, emerging from his room and dripping blood.

I pursed my lips. “For one, you’re bleeding all over the place. And two…I don’t think Kakuzu likes me very much.”

Hidan smirked. “He doesn’t like anyone really. He’s just a money whore.”

“But just now he glared at me as though he wanted to burn a hole in me.”

“Yeah, he does that.”

“Why?”

“Probably because he hates you.”

My eyes widened. “But I didn’t do anything to make him hate me!”

“Don’t worry about it. He hates me too.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You seem okay with that.”

“I am. I don’t care if the bastard likes me or not.” I frowned slightly. Hidan grinned and pat my head, as though I were a child. “You’re cute when you’re angry,” he said.

I blushed. “You’re still bleeding, you know.”

“Oh? Does this bother you?” I rolled my eyes. “Fine, fine, I’ll go clean up.”

I continued on my way to the kitchen, shaking my head at how obnoxious Hidan could be sometimes.

***

Normal POV

Itachi had heard them talking again. He hated the feelings he was experiencing. Whenever Rose spoke to Hidan, he became angry and bitter and cold. Not saying that these occurrences weren’t normal; Itachi was known to have a permanent frown on his face. But his attitude had dwindled somewhat since the arrival of the mysterious Rose. At first, she was just another girl. He disliked women of all kinds, especially ones that were interested in him.

And yet…Rose had showed that she liked him. Hell, she had blushed whenever he was in the room. He couldn’t shake off how happy it had made him feel. He had held power over this girl, who was older than himself. As the weeks passed and he agreed to be a model for her art, he learned many things about her. She was mostly reserved in her manner of speech. She seemed very self-conscious as well. He didn’t like talking unless it was necessary. But what else was he supposed to do while she drew him for an hour?

When she told him that Hidan was also modeling, it irked him. He wasn’t sure why, considering he didn’t give a rat’s ass about Rose or anyone else. Still, he couldn’t deny that the fact that another man, an immortal religious freak, would be alone and naked in Rose’s room with Rose herself. If Hidan could be killed, Itachi would have already killed him. However, as things were…

Itachi had then started getting feelings he had never experienced before. Kisame had joked and said he was finally acting like the teenager he was. The Uchiha thought differently. Rose was making him lose focus on everything and he didn’t like it. She was a nobody. They spent an hour in each other’s company everyday and that was all.

So what if she drew him naked? So what if he was slightly excited by the fact that he was the first naked man she had ever seen? So what if he found her a little bit attractive?

It didn’t mean anything.

He clenched his fists. During the last session, he had acted foolishly. But the feelings had suddenly burst through and without thinking, Itachi had advanced on her and started fingering her. He didn’t understand why other men were so entranced by women until he had seen it for himself. She had been in pure ecstasy. Clearly, no one had ever done that to her before and he let out a small chuckle. But of course, he got carried away, like any seventeen-year-old would. Rose had told him to stop.

He could admit it. He’d been disappointed.

Then, Rose had the nerve to invite Hidan into her room after Itachi had left. This just pissed off the Uchiha even more. What did that foul-mouthed religious man have that he didn’t? Okay, so he was immortal. And he talked. A lot.

Itachi sighed. Did Rose like talkative men? Maybe older men? He knew she was only a few years older than himself, but Hidan was older than them both. He couldn’t find what was so interesting about the silver-haired man. He was horribly obnoxious and had wanted to kill her during their first meeting.

In short, Itachi could find no good qualities.

Nevertheless, it seemed Hidan was Rose’s choice. Personally, he had thought Hidan was asexual or something, since he complained about the women of the world and how they struggled and screamed right before he stabbed them with his pike. Itachi would brood in a corner, thinking to himself: Well I wonder why, you nutcase. You fool them into wanting sex with you and then stab them.

He wasn’t quite sure what Hidan saw in Rose, besides her virginity. Of course, Hidan was a virgin as well. He hadn’t slept with anyone and probably never would, which was another thing that made Itachi wonder what Rose saw in him. He began to worry (which was frightening, because Itachi NEVER worries) that Hidan was just playing her like he did all those other women. He was worried Rose would become just another sacrifice.

So, making up his mind, Itachi followed Hidan into the bathroom. The silver-haired man was in the middle of stopping the blood coming from his abdomen. No matter how many times he saw it, Itachi couldn’t explain the disturbing feeling he felt whenever he saw the immortal man impale himself.

“Hey, red-eye,” Hidan greeted.

Itachi twitched at the nickname. He didn’t want to be blunt but he didn’t want to just blurt out his feelings either. So instead he took a deep breath and mumbled, “Are you treating her well?”

“Hmm? Treating who well?”

Is he that stupid or is he just being obnoxious again? “Rose.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess. Why do you care?”

“You aren’t planning on…doing anything to her, are you?”

Hidan raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

Itachi grit his teeth. “You won’t use her as a sacrifice, will you?”

“I’ve already reached the quota for this month…Hey, are you pissed at me or somethin’?”

“However did you guess?” Itachi said flatly.

“Your attitude is fucking annoying, red-eye. Just spit it out.”

Itachi’s Sharingan swirled and he thrust his hand forward to grab the front of Hidan’s open cloak. “You’ve never shown an interest in women until now. How can I be so certain that she isn’t just another sacrifice to your damn god? I will say this much, Hidan. If you so much as hurt her, I swear I will use my Mangekyou Sharingan on you to its fullest.”

“What’s your problem, asshole?” Hidan snapped. “You’re not jealous, are you?” he suddenly sneered.

Itachi’s grip loosened slightly. “You’re immortal.”

“No shit, dickhead.”

“Rose is mortal. You can’t possibly care for her.”

“And if I do?”

Itachi narrowed his eyes. “You don’t care for anyone, Hidan. You can’t. Rose will grow old and die. You will not. Is that really something you want?”

Hidan frowned. “It’s her decision, isn’t it?”

“That’s not the point!” Itachi never raised his voice. He didn’t yell. Hidan’s lavender eyes widened.

“Then what is the point, red-eye?” he said calmly.

Itachi pursed his lips together. He had just shown Hidan a side to himself that he had never knew existed. “I…” Itachi may have been merely seventeen, but he had been taught his entire life to hold in all emotions. It was becoming difficult. “Rose…”

“I get it,” Hidan muttered, turning away to continue washing himself.

Itachi blinked. “You get what?”

The religious man shrugged. “You like her; you’re jealous; I get it.”

“It’s not that simple, Hidan,” he growled.

“You’re a teenager. Of course it’s not simple.”

Itachi wanted to reply with a heated “And what’s that supposed to mean?!” But it would have been completely out of character for him. So he opted to clenching his fists.

“I have to admit,” Hidan suddenly said after a long pause. “I used to think you and the shark man were…you know.”

Itachi wanted to throw up. Him and Kisame? What on the earth…? “I assure you, we are not,” he said coolly.

“Good, ‘cause that would’ve been nasty.”

This was the longest Itachi had ever spoken to someone without giving a mumbled ‘Hn’ as an answer. It felt weird. Hidan had an uncanny ability of pissing off anyone he wanted to, even the Leader. And Itachi was certain that if Hidan hadn’t been immortal and a strong asset to Akatsuki, the Leader would have killed him a long time ago.

*****
mehehe, that's all for now. I love writing about a 'jealous' Itachi. He's so...fun to write. Zokay! I've been writing bits and pieces to my PoT fic as well...warning: mention of sexual context =P
***

“Ne, Yuushi,” Hitomi mumbled to her cousin as they stared up at the starry sky above them.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

The Hyotei prodigy blinked and sat up. “For what?”

“You know what,” she said grinning. “You’ve done so much for me.”

“I just want you to be happy.”

“I am. Thanks to you.” She crawled over to him and hugged him. “You’re definitely the best cousin I’ve ever had.”

He sighed. “I’m your onlycousin, Hitomi.” He smiled when he felt her tighten her hold on him. “You’re welcome,” he whispered.

***

“Who’s that?”

“He’s cute!”

“He’s wearing a Seigaku uniform!”

“I wonder why he’s hanging out here…”

Eiji ignored all the people talking about him as he made his way across the school campus. Shiori was late. She was always on time when they met. He frowned and bit his lip as he walked faster. Students were giving him strange looks but he didn’t care. He needed to find her! Just as he was about to enter the school, Shiori walked out, accompanied by a boy that Eiji didn’t know and didn’t want to know.

She blinked a few times as she stared at Eiji. “E-Eiji? Why are you…?”

“Nya, you were late, Shiori-chan,” he said. “I got worried.”

“Ah, I’m sorry about that,” the boy next to her spoke up. “I needed some help in mathematics and Ito-san was helping me.”

Eiji usually liked everyone he met. However, that was not the case with this boy. He grabbed Shiori’s hand in his own and started to pull her away.

“Wait, Eiji! Can’t I at least say good-bye?” she growled.

“But—” She looked pleadingly at him. He pouted. “Fine.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hagasaki. Remember what we went over today, okay?”

“Hai.”

Eiji didn’t like feeling jealous. He remembered what Oishi had said about jealously. It could turn things ugly in a relationship. He cared about Shiori too much to ruin what he had with her. As the two walked away, he felt her hand tighten around his. He glanced down. Shiori suddenly stopped and brought his hand to her lips, where she brushed his fingertips against her lips. “I love you, Eiji,” she whispered. “I know we’re only high school students and we shouldn’t know what love is, but I really do love you.”

The red-haired boy stared at her in shock. His cheeks burned. “I…”

“Shh,” she replied, putting a finger to his lips. She led him down an alleyway. Eiji was so confused as she pulled him along. They finally came to a stop. He didn’t understand what was going on until she kissed him. She forced him against the alley wall. Unused to her being so forceful, he nipped at her bottom lip and increased the kiss. Her hands were working against the belt on his pants as she tugged his shirt. He felt her unzip the front of his pants and let a shudder run through his body when her right hand reached down to cup him.

“Shiori-chan,” he moaned. Her hand was doing wonderful things to him. He arched his back against the wall, softly crying out her name. Shiori then knelt in front of him and he blinked his glazed blue eyes. “Shiori-chan, what are…ah!” Where her hand had just been, her tongue was now doing even better things to him. His hands instantly went to grab at her hair.


***

Oishi liked to watch Tonya sleep; not that she wasn’t fun to watch when she was awake. He just liked to admire the way her hair splayed around her face and the way her chest would rise up and down as she breathed deeply. She seemed so delicate and innocent when asleep. He reached out a hand to brush strands of hair out of her face.

He bent down to place a kiss on her forehead. Her lips rose into a smile as she slowly opened her eyes. Dark blue orbs stared up at him. “Syuichiroh?” she mumbled. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” he replied with a smile. “I just like watching you sleep.”

Tonya quirked a brow. “That’s an odd habit.”

“But I enjoy it,” he said teasingly. He leaned down to kiss her lips softly. “I have to head out now. I should be back by lunchtime, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting,” she grinned.

***

It had taken Tezuka awhile to realize why he hated seeing Alana with other boys. Oishi had been the one to point it out to him when he came into the club locker room all confused and angry one day.

He was jealous. And possessive, it seemed. Tezuka never thought himself to be capable of those kinds of feelings. He wasn’t called the stone cold captain for nothing. However, when he saw Alana with a random boy, he’d grit his teeth and think over a million ways he’d like to murder the unfortunate boy. Then there were times at home when he woke up from compromising dreams involving him, Alana, and whipped cream. He didn’t understand them and didn’t really want to.

His mother would question why he suddenly seemed so stressed and he’d answer with his normal answer: tennis. Tennis was stressful for him and his mother accepted that excuse every time. But he knew this was different. He was thinking about a girl he didn’t even like (or so he thought) and it was driving him crazy. Even at school, he would think about her at random times of the day. He’d think about taking her somewhere private and kissing her relentlessly.

Of course when those thoughts happened, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom. Fuji, with his freaky ability to understand almost EVERYONE, kept smiling at him knowingly. Tezuka didn’t like that. He hated that his friend was so sadistic. One time, when Tezuka had returned from the bathroom, Fuji had muttered with a smile, “Have a good time in there?”

Tezuka’s cheeks had never been so red. To hide his arousal, he tried crossing his legs in class one time, like Keigo Atobe often did. It was painful. Tezuka came to the conclusion that either Atobe had actually been circumcised as a baby or that he just didn’t feel pain. He was opting for the first choice.

Ever since Alana had walked up and kissed him, he’d had nothing but disturbing thoughts in his brain. It felt like his cock had a permanent ‘Alana radar’ installed, because every time he saw her, it would spring into action. Luckily for him, nobody ever noticed. When he came home for the day, his mother greeted him as usual.

“How was your day, Kunimitsu?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Uneventful.”

“You look stressed.”

“It’s nothing. I’ll be up in my room.” He hurried up the stairs, locked his door, and collapsed onto his bed. He looked down and frowned when he saw the tent in his pants. “This just isn’t fair,” he grumbled. “I don’t even like her.”

Maybe he should take a cold shower. Wait…no…that would alert his mother that something was indeed wrong. So he decided to settle matters himself, like he usually ended up doing in the bathroom at school. He felt disgusted every time he did it, but it felt really good as well. He wrapped his hand around the base of his erection and slowly began to pump himself. He fell against his pillow, holding in his groan of pleasure.

His glasses were fogging up with how much he was sweating. He could feel his release coming and suddenly arched up when he felt the sticky fluid on his hand. He took deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure. He knew teenage boys were supposed to start getting feelings like this, but for him to constantly have these cravings for one girl…he knew it couldn’t be normal. He wanted to talk to someone about this.

He started listing the possible people he could call in his head. Oishi was his best friend and gave really good advice. But he was modest and probably wouldn’t do anything except stutter the whole time if he mentioned his problem. So Tezuka crossed him off the list. There was Inui, but the data specialist would probably spend the entire time trying to analyze Tezuka’s reactions instead of giving him any clear advice. So Inui was off the list. Taka-san was naturally shy and most likely wouldn’t have any good advice to give about girls, so he was out.

He crossed Eiji out immediately. The acrobatic player was not known to be mature about anything. Momoshiro and Kaidoh weren’t good choices either, simply because Momo was already girl crazy as it was and Kaidoh, well, he seemed a little scared of girls, in Tezuka’s opinion. Echizen was a no-no also. He was too dense to realize he even HAD a girl interested in him. That left Fuji. Tezuka bit his lip. Fuji gave good advice, but for the life of him, Tezuka couldn’t think of anything the prodigy could say to him that would be helpful.

That’s when Tezuka crossed into dangerous territory. He started listing off names of rival players. He was ashamed to admit that Atobe was actually his first choice, since the Hyotei diva actually seemed well-versed when it came to the female species. So, collecting his pride and dignity, Tezuka reached for his phone and dialed in Atobe’s cell number. He waited a few minutes.

“It’s me. To what to I owe this sudden call, Tezuka, aa?”

Tezuka rolled his eyes. Really, the other boy was too full of himself sometimes. He had to remind himself that Atobe had caller-ID on his phone as well, so he had probably thought up a quick, egotistical response before answering.

“I need some advice,” the Seigaku tennis captain mumbled.

“Advice? About what?”

“…girls.”

There was a pause and then a laugh. Great, he’s laughing at me, Tezuka thought angrily.

“I’m sorry, Tezuka. But did you say you need advice about girls?” Atobe said, trying and failing to hide his amusement.

“Yes. There is a girl at my school that I’ve been…thinking about lately. I don’t even like her.”

“That’s called denial, Tezuka.”

Tezuka glared at the phone. “Are you going to help me or not?”

“Well I need more information.”

“Her name is Alana Wilson. She’s a transfer student. She kissed me last week and ever since then, she’s been on my mind.”

“Does she like you?”

“No. She’s made it quite clear that she hates me.”

“Seems like she is in denial then as well.”

“Atobe…”

“All right, I understand. You’re desperate. Lucky for you, ore-sama understands girls very well.”

Tezuka could hear someone snort on the other end and raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like someone disagrees with you, Atobe.”

“Oh that? That was just…static.”

“And that was a horrible lie.”

Tezuka could picture the infuriating glare from the Hyotei captain. “Look, do you want my help or not, Tezuka?”

“Sorry.”

“Good. Now, as I was saying, I know girls very well, and—Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” he shouted to someone on his end. Tezuka listened with mild amusement. The laugh he heard sounded distinctly feminine. Ah, so Atobe had girl troubles as well.

“Of course it’s funny!” the girl sneered. She had an accent. “You claim you know girls so well when half the time you can’t even figure out what I’m saying!”

“That’s…an entirely different matter, Skyler.”

“Keigo, give the phone to me. I can give this guy way better advice, considering I AM a girl.”

“No.”

“Keigo…don’t make me hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t dare hurt ore-sama.”

“Oh I wouldn’t, eh?” Tezuka heard loud noises and had to keep the phone away from his ear until he heard the girl from before say, “Hi, my name is Skyler. To spare you from Keigo’s egotistical-nature, I will be giving you advice. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, by all means, go ahead.” He smirked when he heard Atobe cry out, “Get off ore-sama right now, Skyler! And give me my phone back!”

“Okay, so you say you and this girl don’t like each other, right? Personally, I think she does like you.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Technically, most girls don’t just kiss boys they hate.”

“I see.”

“And what Keigo failed to mention to you—” he heard a distinct cry of pain on the other end that sounded like Atobe. “—is that when a girl claims she hates a boy, it really means she wants him all to herself.”

Tezuka blinked. How did she figure that logic? “Why is that?”

“I’m not really sure actually.”

“You’re giving him bad advice! Give me the phone!” Atobe suddenly snapped.

“No. So um…do you need anything else?”

“Actually, there’s something I really need to talk to Atobe about…”

“See? He does need me!”

“Oh shut up, Keigo! Jeez, here’s your stupid phone back.”

“Thank you. Ahem, Tezuka, this is ore-sama.”

“I know, Atobe.”

“So what do you need from me so desperately?”

Tezuka lowered his voice and muttered, “Have you ever…become aroused by a girl so much that it was almost painful?”

There was a long pause. “I…does this girl affect you that much, Tezuka?”

“Yes. Ever since she kissed me. I can’t stop it, Atobe, and I am really at a loss on what to do.”

“As a representative of the male species you should do whatever you need to, to fulfill your craving.”

“You mean…I should confront her?”

“That…and let her know what she does to you.”

“That was strangely good advice, Atobe.”

“Were you awed by my esteemed knowledge of girls, Tezuka?”

“For Gods sake Keigo, spare him and hang up!” Skyler spat.

Tezuka hung up before the diva had a chance to. So…going to see Alana was the best course of action to take. He suddenly became anxious. He wanted to see her now…in his room. He wanted to take her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He wanted to drive himself inside of her. The brunette blushed. These were unhealthy thoughts and he wanted them gone. He decided he’d speak with Alana tomorrow.

***

Chris couldn’t believe her bad luck. All that planning had gone to waste. As she sadly walked down the sidewalk with a certain black-haired green-eyed boy, she felt her chances of finally making a true friend in this new country falling apart. “Oi! Davis!” Kirihara called. “Why’d you leave me in the dust back there?”

The brunette kept her gaze on the ground. “Nothing’s gone right today. I didn’t think all the places I had planned for us to go to would be closed. Even the movie I wanted to take you to was sold out.”

Kirihara blinked. “Hey, I don’t care about that.”

“Of course you do. I completely wasted your time and you’re angry. I’ll understand if you never want to speak to me again.”

“You’re being a bit hard on yourself, aren’t you?”

Chris glanced up. “What am I supposed to do? You could be home right now, having a much better time without me. Instead you’re here with me…doing absolutely nothing.”

“To tell you the truth, there’s not that much to do at my house anyway. It feels good to be away.”

She bit her lip. “You’re just saying that.”

“Davis…”

“Please don’t call me that,” she mumbled. “And don’t call me Christina either. Only my dad calls me that. Just call me Chris.”

“Um…okay…Chris.” She smiled slightly. “Wanna just take a walk through the park?”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah. I don’t need to go someplace fancy for dinner. We can just grab a hotdog somewhere, can’t we?”

“I can’t believe you’re acting so calm. I’ve heard rumors…”

“Rumors?” He stared at her and frowned. “Let me guess…It’s the one where ‘I’m a devil when I play tennis.’”

Chris turned her head away. “Something like that,” she muttered.

“I changed,” he said stubbornly. “I fought my demons and won. Those rumors are bullshit and mean nothing.”

“I…”

“You’re an idiot if you believed them,” he hissed.

“I…I didn’t. I didn’t want to.”

He glared at her. “Whatever.” The mood had suddenly shifted to being uncomfortable. Kirihara watched for her reaction and felt his heart sink when he saw her shoulders shaking. He hadn’t made her cry, right? “Oi…Chris…sorry. I just kinda…lose my temper sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have brought anything up about it. Let’s go for a walk.” They walked side by side together as the sun started to set. They each bought a hotdog at a small American fast-food restaurant.

“So what made your family decide to move to Japan?” Kirihara asked as they walked.

“My dad’s job,” Chris answered.

“How do you know Japanese so well when you lived in America up ‘til now?”

“My dad told me in advance that his job might move him to Japan. So he had me take Japanese before we came. I’m still a novice with the language though.”

“Do you like it here?”

“In Japan? Or here with you right now?”

Kirihara blushed. “E-Either one…I guess…”

Chris smiled. “I like Japan a lot. It’s a lot different than Boston. I’m also glad my dad transferred me into Rikkaidai.”

“Why?”

“I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”

His cheeks burned. “That’s good.”

“And…I do like being here with you right now.” He felt her gently reach down to hold his hand. His heart was beating wildly.

“T-Thanks.”

Chris suddenly checked her watch. “Aww, I gotta go. My dad is pretty strict on curfews.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

She blinked. “Really? You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He tightened his hold on her hand. “Which way?”

When they reached her house, Kirihara had a hard time wanting to let her go. He didn’t want to admit it, but he’d had fun. Chris was different from other girls and found that strangely attractive. He watched her walk up the driveway to her front door and was about to turn around when she came running back towards him. She flung her arms around his neck and hugged him. “Thank you, Akaya,” she mumbled.

“N-No problem,” he said. She leaned closer and kissed his cheek. He was very glad she had turned away before she could see his face become as red as a tomato. The two continued meeting together whenever they could. It became a ritual for them as friends. Kirihara had introduced her to the tennis team. He was teased relentlessly by Bunta and Niou after. Yukimura said it was good for him; that he had finally found someone important in his life.

The school year was coming to an end, and with it, Kirihara’s chances to tell Chris how he really felt. They had been friends since that day and he didn’t want to complicate things between them. But he had to make his feelings known. On the last day of the school year, he and Chris walked together as usual.

“I’m so glad school’s done for this year,” he stated.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“You seem awfully quiet today, Chris. Something on your mind?”

“Well…the thing is…Akaya, my dad and I are going back to America this week.” Kirihara stopped walking. Chris continued to walk until she realized he wasn’t beside her. “Akaya?”

“Y-You’re…going back?”

“It’s just for the summer,” she added. “I’ll be returning to Rikkaidai at the beginning of our third year.”

“Yeah…but…”

“What’s the big deal? It’s not like I’m abandoning you.”

That’s exactly what it feels like, he thought bitterly. They continued to walk to her house. Kirihara was angry. He would have to tell her tonight. He couldn’t wait. As they came into view of her house, he slowed his pace. They stopped at the foot of the driveway.

“You’ve been such a great friend to me, Akaya,” she suddenly said.

A friend? he repeated. Is that all I am to her? “Yeah. No problem,” he replied with a fake smile.

“I promise I’ll call you everyday once I land in Boston.”

“Just make sure you remember the time difference.”

“Right.” There was a long pause. “Well…I better head inside.”

“Chris…wait.”

She turned around and curiously stared at him. “What’s up?”

“I…I want to give you something, before you go.”

Her brown eyes just blinked. Kirihara’s hands came up to rest on her upper arms. He closed his eyes and leaned forward. His lips softly pressed against hers. She gasped against him. He leaned in to increase the kiss, wanting to jump for joy when he felt her start to kiss him back. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip. Before he knew it, the kiss was over. They pulled back, panting for breath.

“That was some gift,” Chris said with a grin.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’ll see you later, Chris.”

He turned and walked away, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Chris watched him until she couldn’t see him anymore. When she went inside her house, her father gave her a strange look. “Something good happen?”

“You could say that,” she replied breathlessly.

He smiled knowingly. “Has my little girl finally grown up?”

Chris winked.

***

Alana couldn’t believe what was happening. Kunimitsu Tezuka had just invited her into a webcam chat. What is his plan? she thought. Maybe I should call him since there’s no sound on webcams. She typed her message into the chat box.

I’m going to call you.

There was a pause as she watched him read it from his end. Then he started to type his response.

I’m waiting.

That arrogant little— Alana counted to ten in her head as she reached for the phone. She dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.

“About time,” he said coolly.

“You’re really starting to piss me off, Tezuka. Now why did you suddenly invite me into a webcam chatroom?”

“There’s something you need to know.”

“Okay? You’re not making sense.” She watched as he casually leaned back in his chair on the webcam. He brushed a hand through his brown locks. That same hand suddenly lowered to the zipper on his pants and Alana felt her heart speed up. “Hey, what are you doing? Tezuka?” She could hear and see him slowly pull the zipper down. “Stop it! What are you doing?!”

He ignored her and spread his legs as he sat in his chair. “Can you see all right?”

“Can I…Tezuka, what is going on?”

“Your turn.”

“Tezuka! Answer me, dammit!”

He seemed amused, which was odd, because Tezuka was never amused by anything. He was enjoying her plight. She was angry and nervous and hell, perhaps even a little excited. Raging teenage hormones weren’t always bad, he realized. As he watched her from his webcam, he could feel himself slowly, but surely becoming hard.

“I want you to take something off,” he answered.

Alana just stared blankly at him. “WHAT??!!” she cried.

“Are you afraid?”

“I am not stripping for you, you pervert!”

“Just one thing.”

He could see her bite her lip. “Fine.” He watched her reach down to unzip her jeans. He felt his cock twitch in excitement.

“That was good, Wilson. Now it’s my turn again.” He put the phone down as he reached to take off his shirt.

Alana could only watch in muted horror. Why was this happening? Why was Tezuka so damn gorgeous? Heat started to pool between her legs. She tightly closed them together so that the brunette wouldn’t know. Once Tezuka was shirtless, he picked his phone up again and said, “Interested?”

“Absolutely not.” The worst lie she had ever come up with. Alana wanted to smack herself. Who was she kidding? The guy was sexy and offering her a free peep show. Shouldn’t she be generous and do the same?

“You’re a bad liar.”

“I know. It was worth a shot anyway.”

“It’s your turn, you know.”

Alana bit her lip for what felt like the thousandth time. She unbuttoned her blouse and lifted it over her head. Figuring she could shock him tremendously, she also reached behind to unhook her bra.

Tezuka let a small smile onto his lips when he saw her breasts for the first time. “Not bad,” he said into the phone. “But I can do better.” He stood up and pulled his pants off, enjoying the small gasp of surprise on the other end of the phone. He glanced down and noticed a wet spot already on his underwear. He shrugged and hooked a finger into them to pull them down.

It was all Alana could do not to have a nose bleed in that instant. He was standing butt naked in his room! “Idiot! What if someone walks in?!”

“I locked my door…and I can see that you’ve locked yours as well,” he replied, sitting in front of the webcam again. Her eyes kept glancing down at his erection. “Now finish up so that we can get started.”

“Wha?”

“Your pants. Take them off.”

Alana hesitantly pulled her jeans down along with her panties. This was embarrassing. How could Tezuka not be embarrassed by this? Little did she know, his face was turning redder by the minute. She shyly sat back down. “Now what?” she asked.

Tezuka licked his lips suddenly and said, “I’m going to give you instructions and you are going to follow them, understood?”

“O-Okay.”

“Now, I want you to touch yourself.”

“Eh?! But I—”

“Now, Wilson.” He watched as her hand reached down to touch her wetness. “Imagine it’s me touching you,” he added. Her face began to contort in her ecstasy. Fluid began pooling between her legs. His erection throbbed painfully. He wrapped his free hand around the base and pumped. Pre-cum spilled all over his hand in no time. Both of them had reached their climaxes in a matter of minutes. Were they that turned on by each other?

***

“Is this really necessary?” Hitomi grumbled. “It’s just a date.”

“It’s a date I want you to remember,” her cousin replied, staring at the dress she was currently trying on.

“It’ll be hard to forget it, Yuushi.”

***

“How is everything over there?” Chris asked on the other end of her phone. Kirihara couldn’t put into words just how happy he was to be able to hear her voice again. So far, they had only sent each other e-mail. It didn’t cost money and it was an easy, effective way of keeping in contact.

“All right, I guess,” he replied, picking at a spot on his bed sheets. “It’s been lonely here without you.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, it’s pretty lonely here too. My dad and I went to a Sox game the other day though. So he’s trying to make it a fun.”

“Do you know when you’ll be coming back, Chris?”

“Probably the day before summer vacation is over with.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“I really miss you, Akaya.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, wishing he could hold her in that moment. “I miss you too.”

***

“Isn’t this a little…extravagant, Atobe?” Oshitari said with a raised eyebrow. The whole of the Atobe mansion’s dining room was decorated to the point where it looked ridiculous. But then Oshitari had to remember that this was ATOBE he was talking about. Everything about the Hyotei diva was ridiculous to the point of embarrassing.

“It has to be, Oshitari,” the other boy snarled. “Ore-sama wants everything to be perfect.”

“It’s just White Day.”

Atobe glared at him. “To you, the holiday may seem redundant, but when you have someone you know you cannot live without, the holiday sheds a whole new meaning on life.”

Oshitari blinked. “I had no idea you were into philosophy, Atobe.”

Another glare. “I’m just saying that if you actually accepted those valentines you get every year and picked one girl, you could have a meaningful White Day.”

“I’m not going to plan something special for someone I don’t even like.”

Atobe sighed and brought a hand to his face. “You’re hopeless, Oshitari. Don’t you like anyone?”

The Hyotei prodigy thought a moment and smiled. “I do, actually.”

The gray-haired boy stared wide-eyed at him. “You do? Really? Who is it? Do I know her?”

“You could say that.”

“Is she in our class?”

“Yes.”

Atobe narrowed his eyes. “Tell me who she is.”

“It’s a secret, Atobe.”

“But—”

The butler suddenly arrived and said with a bow, “Young master Keigo, Miss Skyler has arrived.”

Oshitari smirked. “Sorry, Atobe. Looks like I have to go.”

“Wait! Tell me her name, Oshitari!”

“Have fun with Skyler-san.”

He walked out the door, nodding to Skyler as he left. That was too close. He had almost revealed who he liked. It wasn’t really hard, if anyone knew him enough. But he couldn’t let anyone know. His feelings were a sin and he wasn’t about to broadcast them to his captain. He saw his cousin on his way home and smiled.

“Hey,” he greeted.

Hitomi smiled back. “What brings you here?”

“I’m just coming back from Atobe’s. He wanted to show me what he’s doing for Skyler-san for White Day.”

“Oh.”

He glanced at her. “Have you received any White day gifts?”

She avoided his eyes. “No.”

Yuushi frowned. That wouldn’t do. His cousin had been so popular when they had been freshman, but now it seemed boys had no interest in her at all. He leaned closer and said, “What if I gave you a gift?”

“Yuushi, that’s sweet and all, but…I mean…we’re cousins. It’d be weird.”

“You’re right. But no one should have a White Day without a gift.”

Hitomi stared at him curiously. Their faces were inches apart. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, he leaned even closer and pressed his lips to hers. Hitomi’s first reaction was horror. Her cousin was kissing her! But as soon as the initial shock passed over her, a feeling of pleasantness replaced it. Yuushi pulled back, smiling slightly.

“Yuushi—”

“Happy White Day, Hitomi,” he said softly as he turned around, a faint blush on his cheeks.

***
Woo! That's all I've written the past few weeks/days. I guess that's all for now. Byes!


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