Itachi
Your Bio:
Saki Ikara
- 19 years of age
- As a child, you were skilled, talented. You matched the prodigy of your village, Itachi Uchiha. You'd grown up, compared to him as much as his younger brother was. You'd also grown up a 'friend' of his. You teased each other enough, fought each other enough, to consider it a friendship. When the cleansing of the Uchiha clan occurred, you were shocked. You knew him; that wasn't Itachi. You continued your time in the Leaf, but one day overheard a discussion on the mission assigned to your anbu squad. You heard the story of Itachi, of his orders. The mission: Capture Itachi Uchiha.
How You Joined:
Air was still; not even a single breath was taken, not a single step. There he was, standing before you. Your squad charged, attacking him on sight. You ignored their calls to you; you stood back, watching. Itachi would vanish into a flock of crows; his Sharingan would shimmer. His moves were so swift, quick, strong. You knew those moves. You watched as your team was thrown back, and he looked at you. He didn't move. You smirked. You felt the presence behind you; you spotted the shadow of the presence behind him.
"That was my move, wasn't it?"
His facial expression didn't change. You stabbed the clone quickly with a kunai, twirling it in your fingers, watching as your's melted away as Itachi hit its pressure point.
"I'm waiting," you said, simply twirling the kunai.
He charged. You drew shuriken into your other hand, between your fingers. You threw the kunai, but not in his direction, along with the other weapons. Itachi stopped.
Your squad, without a second of shock, released their last breaths, the blades sunk deep into their necks and chests.
Itachi stared at you.
"I want in."
A Love Story:
You ran your fingers through his black silky hair, looking down at the gorgeous man whose head rested in your lap. He looked up at you, rose his hand, and cupped your cheek gently, caressing it with his thumb. He pulled you down. You smiled softly when your lips meant his. He kissed you.
The door opened.
You sat up, still toying with his hair, running your free through yours. Kisame walked into the room, peeking his head around. He smirked, "Am I interrupting?"
Itachi's expression didn't change. He just looked up at you. You looked at Kisame with a little smirk, "Don't you always?"
Kisame chuckled deeply, "I doubt he can hold out that long, Saki."
You giggled, leaning down, kissing Itachi again, looking back up at Kisame, "I'm sure he can hold out longer than you."
Kisame raised an eyebrow, "Would you like to find out?"
"Kisame," Itachi growled.
Kisame laughed, "I'm only having a little fun, Itachi."
"Find someone else to do it with."
You giggled, and ran your fingers through his hair again, "He doesn't stand a chance anyway."
Itachi looked up at you and smirked. Kisame's jaw dropped slightly, but he chuckled, looking you up and down.
"Saki," he chuckled, "If I did, mmmm..."
Itachi sat up quickly, glaring at Kisame. Kisame laughed, grabbed his sword from his bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
You ran your arms around Itachi, kissing his shoulder softly. His composure softened quickly; the sweet, caring, untroubled, calm Itachi you'd known your whole life returned. He ran his hands up your arms and back down, holding your hands.
"Lighten up a little," you giggled, kissing his cheek. You looked at him, admiring him, those gorgeous eyes, that face, no headband, hair loosely hanging.
He smirked softly, a hint of a smile hidden in it. He quickly turned around, pushing you back onto the bed, lying down beside you, resting up on an elbow, brushing his fingertips along your cheek.
"I don't like the thought of you with anyone else," he whispered, leaning down, pressing his lips against yours.
You smiled into the kiss, blushing when you felt his lips move. He smiled into it too, kissing you sweetly. You kissed back, giggling softly. He chuckled and drew back, smiling at you.
You rested your hand on the back of his neck, "I wasn't done.'
"Oh really?" He leaned back in.
His kiss, it said more than any words that could ever leave his lips.