Weeeee.
I'm hungry.
Commission for: Rachel
Series: Naruto
Pairing: Itachi/Temari
Rating: G. I don't even think it has any swearing. Go me.
Notes: I suck so bad at endings. SPOILERS FOR POST-TIMESKIP STUFF, NAMELY CHAPTER 252. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I'm sorry if this is bad, Rachel ._.;;; I really am.
When they met, they rarely recognized one another. She in a short skirt and deep purple top with fishnet sleeves. He in all black, black pants and a black shirt with a fishnet collar. She once joked that he looked like he was always in mourning, considering how he never wore anything but black. A glance from him made her regret her words, but he'd accepted her apology.
They would visit a local restaurant, not expensive, not too cheap. She loved teriyaki. He usually got udon noodles. She'd never pegged him as a fan of soup. But then, she never thought he liked sweets either. She found it hilarious that he ate as many sweets as her, yet unlike her, never seemed to worry about his weight. But then, he seemed to be perfect in every way, almost scarily so.
There was always a little conversation over and after dinner. It never touched on pasts, families, villages, missions, affiliations, or the like. Her siblings were merely that at dinner, she never discussed them beyond odd mentions. His comrades, likewise, were merely his friends and housemates.
Once in a while he was recognized. This happened once in a sweets shop in the Waterfall country. It wasn't like he took great pains to alter his appearance during their dates. Nevertheless, he'd been forced to cut the evening short and flee. He was careful to never kill around her, as a sign of respect, and to prevent the inevitable.
Yet here they were, in the Grass country. She sized him up, tapping her fingers along her fan. He gazed back impassively over the hem of the cloak, eyes blood red and cold. He never let his eyes change around her during those nights. It was part of separating the man from the ninja. Yet the ninja stood before her, and his partner behind him, chuckling and looking at her in a way that made her skin crawl.
"Kisame. Go on ahead. I'll catch up."
"You're selfish, Itachi-san. I want a piece of her too."
"Go on ahead. Take Zetsu with you. You took the last fight."
The man he'd called Kisame grinned, then whistled. A tall green thing wriggled out of the ground, chuckling, and followed Kisame away. Itachi waited until they were over the next hill, about a mile away, before returning his attention to her.
"That was close."
"...."
Temari had thought she knew why he was trying to get rid of his team. In an instant, a few kunai had appeared between his fingers, though, and she tensed, jumping as he threw them. They missed, but barely, and she landed, pulling the fan from her back and snapping it open. "HEY!"
He was a symphony of silent violence. Somehow, by the time she'd yelled to him, he'd appeared behind her, sword drawn. His strong arm wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides, as he lay his sword across her throat. She tried to slip out of his grasp, glancing up carelessly, then squeezing her eyes shut. Shit, wrong move. He's got the Mangekyou, doesn't he?
When he didn't move, though, she opened her eyes again, blinking in confusion. His eyes were inky black once more, and he no longer wore his cloak, which lay discarded between where he'd stood and where they were now. Though the blade rested against her skin, his grip on the hilt was loose. They stayed frozen like that for a few more seconds, before he leaned closer and brushed his lips against her forehead. "You were careless. You should've just run."
"I wanted to see you again. It's been a month." She furrowed her brow, frowning a little.
He smiled, a sad, tired smile. "Things have been getting busy. I'm afraid we can't see each other for a long time. Perhaps someday..."
"Don't look so glum! We'll see each other again soon, I'm sure of it!" Temari smirked, swatting at his bangs. "Just do what you have to, and I'll be waiting for you to take me out somewhere nice when your Leader pays you."
He closed his eyes and tilted his head, what passed from him as a nod, and released her. She stood and brushed herself off, shaking the grass off her fan and snapping it shut. They parted ways again, Itachi to catch up with his comrades, and Temari to continue along her way to meet her brothers.
*****
"What?! Gaara...!"
Temari felt awful. First her meeting a couple weeks previous with Itachi, then her premonition... she felt that she should've been in Suna with her brothers. Or that she should've somehow sensed it, in the way Itachi spoke, in his sad smile. Her first emotion was betrayal and guilt, but as they ran through the treetops, she calmed herself and tried to think about it in a different light, something she had learned from the Uchiha.
He must've known then. All three of them. They had the chance to kill me and make it easier to capture Gaara, but he intervened and told them to leave it to him, and spared me. But he looked... sad, regretful. I wonder...
"Just do what you have to..."
What are you up to now, Itachi?
Should they fight, she knew she would have no choice this time but to fight him seriously. She hoped, as they jumped along the treetops, that it wouldn't come down to it this time either. As Naruto began speaking, she pushed aside her thoughts, turning from a girl to a kunoichi once more.
Gaara, we'll find you soon!
Commission for: Rachel
Series: Naruto
Pairing: Itachi/Temari
Rating: G. I don't even think it has any swearing. Go me.
Notes: I suck so bad at endings. SPOILERS FOR POST-TIMESKIP STUFF, NAMELY CHAPTER 252. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I'm sorry if this is bad, Rachel ._.;;; I really am.
When they met, they rarely recognized one another. She in a short skirt and deep purple top with fishnet sleeves. He in all black, black pants and a black shirt with a fishnet collar. She once joked that he looked like he was always in mourning, considering how he never wore anything but black. A glance from him made her regret her words, but he'd accepted her apology.
They would visit a local restaurant, not expensive, not too cheap. She loved teriyaki. He usually got udon noodles. She'd never pegged him as a fan of soup. But then, she never thought he liked sweets either. She found it hilarious that he ate as many sweets as her, yet unlike her, never seemed to worry about his weight. But then, he seemed to be perfect in every way, almost scarily so.
There was always a little conversation over and after dinner. It never touched on pasts, families, villages, missions, affiliations, or the like. Her siblings were merely that at dinner, she never discussed them beyond odd mentions. His comrades, likewise, were merely his friends and housemates.
Once in a while he was recognized. This happened once in a sweets shop in the Waterfall country. It wasn't like he took great pains to alter his appearance during their dates. Nevertheless, he'd been forced to cut the evening short and flee. He was careful to never kill around her, as a sign of respect, and to prevent the inevitable.
Yet here they were, in the Grass country. She sized him up, tapping her fingers along her fan. He gazed back impassively over the hem of the cloak, eyes blood red and cold. He never let his eyes change around her during those nights. It was part of separating the man from the ninja. Yet the ninja stood before her, and his partner behind him, chuckling and looking at her in a way that made her skin crawl.
"Kisame. Go on ahead. I'll catch up."
"You're selfish, Itachi-san. I want a piece of her too."
"Go on ahead. Take Zetsu with you. You took the last fight."
The man he'd called Kisame grinned, then whistled. A tall green thing wriggled out of the ground, chuckling, and followed Kisame away. Itachi waited until they were over the next hill, about a mile away, before returning his attention to her.
"That was close."
"...."
Temari had thought she knew why he was trying to get rid of his team. In an instant, a few kunai had appeared between his fingers, though, and she tensed, jumping as he threw them. They missed, but barely, and she landed, pulling the fan from her back and snapping it open. "HEY!"
He was a symphony of silent violence. Somehow, by the time she'd yelled to him, he'd appeared behind her, sword drawn. His strong arm wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides, as he lay his sword across her throat. She tried to slip out of his grasp, glancing up carelessly, then squeezing her eyes shut. Shit, wrong move. He's got the Mangekyou, doesn't he?
When he didn't move, though, she opened her eyes again, blinking in confusion. His eyes were inky black once more, and he no longer wore his cloak, which lay discarded between where he'd stood and where they were now. Though the blade rested against her skin, his grip on the hilt was loose. They stayed frozen like that for a few more seconds, before he leaned closer and brushed his lips against her forehead. "You were careless. You should've just run."
"I wanted to see you again. It's been a month." She furrowed her brow, frowning a little.
He smiled, a sad, tired smile. "Things have been getting busy. I'm afraid we can't see each other for a long time. Perhaps someday..."
"Don't look so glum! We'll see each other again soon, I'm sure of it!" Temari smirked, swatting at his bangs. "Just do what you have to, and I'll be waiting for you to take me out somewhere nice when your Leader pays you."
He closed his eyes and tilted his head, what passed from him as a nod, and released her. She stood and brushed herself off, shaking the grass off her fan and snapping it shut. They parted ways again, Itachi to catch up with his comrades, and Temari to continue along her way to meet her brothers.
*****
"What?! Gaara...!"
Temari felt awful. First her meeting a couple weeks previous with Itachi, then her premonition... she felt that she should've been in Suna with her brothers. Or that she should've somehow sensed it, in the way Itachi spoke, in his sad smile. Her first emotion was betrayal and guilt, but as they ran through the treetops, she calmed herself and tried to think about it in a different light, something she had learned from the Uchiha.
He must've known then. All three of them. They had the chance to kill me and make it easier to capture Gaara, but he intervened and told them to leave it to him, and spared me. But he looked... sad, regretful. I wonder...
"Just do what you have to..."
What are you up to now, Itachi?
Should they fight, she knew she would have no choice this time but to fight him seriously. She hoped, as they jumped along the treetops, that it wouldn't come down to it this time either. As Naruto began speaking, she pushed aside her thoughts, turning from a girl to a kunoichi once more.
Gaara, we'll find you soon!