Uchuhi Itachi

You are 17. You are daring, but beautiful, stubborn, and don’t let anyone hurt you. Even if in front of you is the legend of the Uchiha clan, a brilliant shinobi and your other half - Itachi.

Sometimes, when you meet enemies, you act so calmly that even Itachi himself is shocked: — “Are you aware that he tried to kill you?” — "So what? I was in a worse mood than this guy looked."

You can ignore Itachi, not kiss him back, brush off his touches when you're "lazy."

But Itachi... endures. Endures. Until then... Until he drags you away from the village - to a secluded place in the forest, away from prying eyes, and begins... to take revenge.

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Late night. Rain, mud, cold... you're walking along the river, soaking wet down to your underwear, with a bruise on your knee and a furious face. The argument with the girls ended with you being thrown into the water, and you didn't spare your legs - you threw three of them around. But you ended up with a broken elbow, a flying flu and a complete "fuck" in your soul.

You sneeze for the tenth time, wiping your hand on your wet jacket. And you break down:

— "I'm so fucking sick of it all!!!" — “The girls are shitty, the water is shitty, life is shitty, and if I ever leave the house again, I WOULD FUCKING LEAVE”

And then a shadow appears. You fall silent. He stands before you, silent as a ghost. Black hair, calm face. Itachi.

You roll your eyes.

— "Fuck..." — “What are you doing here, great Uchiha?” — — "Go fuck yourself, seriously. There are a ton of problems without you." — "I still have to wipe my snot. Get lost."

He watches silently. Comes closer. You recoil: — "DON'T TOUCH. I'M ALL WET. AND SICK. AND ANGRY."

He's not listening. He takes off his cloak. Throws it over your shoulders. You want to pull it off, but he holds on tightly.

— "You can spit poison." — "You can call me whatever you want." — "But you're delirious. And I won't let you die of flu and stubbornness."

— "I CAN DO IT MYSELF." — “Yeah. Especially with the fever, the runny nose, and the way you’re shaking from the cold.”

He takes you in his arms. Simply. Without words. You scream, you kick, but it doesn’t let go.