Yo! So I've decided to update :P This chapter is shorter than the last one. I can't spoil you too much now, can I? ;P
Anyway... Kakashi Gaiden was great! ;D I loved every second of Minato on the screen *.* Though Obito's voice was kinda too serious for me :P I thought it'll be kinda like Naruto's :P Of course, I cried for the half of the second episode (yeah, go me! ;P) Seriously, I think I'm gonna create the new ocean when I'll be watching Ita vs Sasuke :P
Ah, I guess I overdid it with Kisame's death :P Most of the readers are mad at me now ;(
Btw, more Ita in the next episode! Yatta! ;D
Oh and about the manga... no comment, ok? :P
So, now to the reviews, shall we? ;)
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Artifical Starlight: Welcome, welcome to my little ItaNaru paradise! ;D I'm glad you like the story so far ;) And of course I hope you will stay with us from now on! ;D
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Danty: Oh my... I don't really know what to say. I mean, I never expected that one simple sentence can make someone cry. Well, I'm sorry, but it's not a joke :P
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salvor-chan: Oh I SO remember that line! ;D And you need to remember it too, cause me wanna know what it means :P Oh and I am so NOT closet pervert. thank you very much! :P
"Can you ever NOT finish the chapter in a cliffhanger?" No, I think it's just a habit of mine :P Seriously, it's like, i don't know, licking the spoon after finishing ice cream xD Nice compare, huh? ;D
"Is there going to be sex between Itachi and Naruto in this story?" Not telling! ;D
"Is Itachi a pervert in this story?" Well, I believe he's not. Than again, I guess it depends on what do you mean by 'pervert'.
"Is Naruto the uke or Seme in this story?" I think it would be obvious by now :P Come on, i'm feeling rather dissapointed in you right now ;(
You really think about my story outside of FF? Really?! Like... what do you think then? ;D
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black laurel: Yo nee-chan! ;D I'm glad you could review quicker this time ;) I'll miss you when you're gone though ;(
"You know, on a completely random note, I just realized how friggin' cool this fic would be animated. I mean...damn. All the cool shooting scenes and everything else!" And to tell you the truth I was on a break in work when I read your review on the phone. And that line alone made me, well... goofy, fish-like smile, eyes almost popping out and a sound akin to 'yyy' sums it all up I guess :P No, but seriously that's the nicest thing anyone could say to me as an author. Thank you so much for that from the bottom of my evil heart ;)
"...I think that if you were able to see the look on my face right now, you'd be a tad scared." Describe it for me by all means! ;D
"Pfft. As if I could avoid thinking about this story. :P" Really? :P What are you thinking then? :P I'm seriously curious. Obviously I think about it too, most of the time actually. Sometimes so much that my head hurts :P But I wonder what it looks like from other person's point of view :P
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Constant Snow: Yeah, to tell you the truth I really enjoy leaving my readers with evil cliffies ;D I don't know, it just gives me the (sick) pleasure :P I'm far too addicted in it so do forgive me for it :P Plus, a little suspense here and there is a good thing, right? Right?! :P
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Be sure to check the note at the end of the chapter!
So, without further ado, please enjoy the newest chapter! ;)
Previously on Black Guardian:
Naruto had gotten away this time, but I will try again. He thought. He would understand him, and like him. He just had to. For now, though, Itachi hoped the blonde would think it was all a dream. He needed to collect himself and think. For now, he would pretend nothing was going on. Then he would make his move. It was a horrible idea. It was taboo, inappropriate, and wrong. Very, very wrong. But he couldn't not do anything. Even though Itachi's mind knew it would end badly, his heart... well, it didn't.
Only chaos could result from anything he did, but he was going to do something anyway. Whatever that something was.
"Stupid." He whispered.
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The next day there was a phone call from the hospital. Hoshigaki Kisame died.
The ceremony was truly beautiful. Minato personally took care of everything; from the flower arrangements to the type of coffin. The funeral was held three days after the news of Kisame's death in the Arlington National Cemetery. The mass took place inside The Old Amphitheatre. Black hangings were covering the white columns, indicating the occasion and giving the more private feeling. The last thing Minato wanted was for paparazzi to barge in and take pictures.
It started with the first rays of sun, even though there were many clouds in the sky. And everyone knew why; because Kisame was a morning person. When everyone were just waking up, he was either working or training with his sparring partner; a man going by the name Samehada.
The President wasn't shocked at how many people showed up. He knew that Hoshigaki Kisame was a well known persona with even greater reputation to boot.
After the priest's last words, Deidara, Sasori, Kakashi and Iruka picked up the coffin, carried it and put it on the open carriage. The vehicle was decorated in about a dozen bouquets of white roses. The horses too, had few single flowers and black ribbons put on them.
Everyone moved slowly after the coffin; with no one daring to say a word. Minato knew it was stupid and futile, but he wished for someone to say something. Even if it was only one word; so that this illusion could shatter and he'd wake up in his bed with a smile, ready to start the new day with everyone at his side.
But the silence remained and the carriage in front of him kept going, until it stopped near the small hole in the ground, covered by the green silky fabric.
When the coffin was slowly lowered down, the blond haired man looked discreetly around, seeing and hearing the faces and sobs all around him. His chest constricted painfully, especially when he spotted his son with the bodyguard next to him. If it was any other kind of situation, he would've smile or frown at the contrasting hands that were interlocked tightly. Heck, he would burst out, laughing loudly at the fact that the two so different people had the same expression. Even if at the moment, said expressions were void of any emotions. But with the years of experience on his back, the President knew that , his son at least, will break that mask as soon as he's alone; drowning in the river of tears, sorrow and memories.
And while listening to the sound of guns shooting, Namikaze Minato for the first time since his election hated his job.
Because it took life of someone very precious to him.
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Naruto had chosen not to watch the news, as he already knew what would be on it. Exaggerated stories of him running amok with Itachi in an escape from a bad guy, shoot-outs, subway insanity and most of all the death of his friend. No doubt they were speculating over who was Kisame's shooter as well as the raven's identity and status. And even he knew that a friend with a gun and etcetera was hard to believe. The press had probably figured it out by now, but the blonde didn't seem to care about what his father was going to tell them.
His assumptions, as Uchiha had been filled in by the president himself, were correct. The father had told the media that yes; Itachi was a bodyguard, among other related things. But as the teen didn't want to know, the raven had withheld the information. Ignorance and bliss were Naruto's current best friends. Although the number one spot was still tightly occupied by Kiba.
It wasn't hard to not tell him, as Itachi and the boy hadn't been speaking to each other more than was necessary. The encounter from that night as well as the latest events were doing its job. Apparently, Naruto figured it was not a dream. The whole time had been awkward, especially now that they came back home. Maybe it was due to Uchiha's behavior, pretending like nothing had happened. The teen seemed to go along with it, but was still off.
It's only natural that he would be, as I had made very bold advances on him. Itachi thought. And it wasn't like he had shown attraction to the boy for a long time, so the whole thing must have been pretty shocking. While the bodyguard was feeling ridiculously stupid, aside from the pain of loss most of the time, he did still have that lingering regret; that urge to re-act the event and follow through with his plan.
Getting the opportunity to do so, however, was unlikely. So he would wait, nervously and impatiently, until the time came. He could only hope it would be soon, because now Itachi's feelings became worse even by the moment instead of over the days. Truly, he had fallen ill.
And yet…
… He had a feeling that something very important missed his attention.
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Ring. Ring. Ring.
Naruto sighed and moved his head up from the pillows to look at the phone screen. Cerulean eyes blinked, surprised by the caller and with another; this time longer sigh; he flipped the object open and pressed the button.
"Yeah?"
"Ah, so I was right. You're sulking in bed aren't you?" Naruto frowned and turned on his back.
"What the hell do you want, Kiba?"
"I wanted to see how you are."
"I'm not ok so leave me the hell alone." The blonde answered angrily.
"Oi, oi Bro! No hard feelings, ok? I just thought that instead of wallowing in your own misery, we could do something together."
"I'm not in the mood for sneaking out or dancing."
"I figured that much. So instead of flashy action I came up with something low-profile this time." Naruto blinked.
That's something new. He thought and curious decided to ask for details.
"And?"
"We can have a picnic! Remember this spot in the park we went for the concert last year?"
"A picnic? That's kind of... girly."
"You're an ass, did you know? Besides, you're the one who didn't want anything flashy."
"True."
"Just making sure you were aware of the fact. Anyway, if my idea isn't good enough, then you come up with something."
"...Let's not do anything."
"Screw you, we're doing something! You're not getting depressed on me!"
"I can always hang up, you know?" Naruto grumbled.
"No."
"...I hate you." The words were mean, but there wasn't feeling behind them.
"I know." Kiba answered, not feeling bothered by it at all.
"Let's just... go for a walk, or something? Is that boring and un-fun enough for you?" The brunette asked after a moment when his friend didn't answer.
"I suppose."
"Damn, you're irritating." Perhaps he was, but at the moment he really couldn't care less.
"Whatever."
"Well the place where I want to go is cool so made up your mind quickly. We could walk around and then sit, eat and talk. I suppose you're not in the mood to talk though."
"Whatever."
"You know, you kinda remind me of Grouchy right now."
"I'm going to suffocate myself with the pillow now."
"Fine. But we're doing something, so if you don't come up with an idea then I get to decide. You have two hours, boy!"
"...Whatever."
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And just as promised, two hours later, one particularly loud brunette barged inside the blonde's bedroom and with a little help from his bodyguard, they managed to pull the teen out of the bed. Naruto gave in and allowed Kiba to drag him everywhere, as long as it was in the house. He really didn't feel like going out at the moment.
Thus they found themselves in front of the 'Cinema Room'. Itachi realized that he doesn't need to follow his principle around the house, so he declined the offer to watch the boring movies. Instead the raven opted for reading the newest gun magazine he purchased as well as the files concerning the attackers.
So lost in that, he barely noticed another presence in the kitchen room. But when he did, he became very wary of it. Kiba approached him, a strange look in his eyes. The teen stood right before him in silence, observing his suspicious face. Itachi was just about to say something about his weirdness when the brunette spoke.
"You know, Grouchy…" Kiba said in a hushed voice. "… I've been thinking a lot." Black eyebrow rose.
"Does your brain hurt from too much activity?" The raven asked.
"Fuck you, asshole. I'm about to help you out."
"Language, Inuzuka. Why are you whispering?"
"I can say what I want, shithead. And I don't want anyone to overhear me." At this, Uchiha leaned away from him and seriously considered making a run for it.
"Anyway, I've been thinking all about waves and maps and navigation and chaos, and I've come to a decision. You might be just what the doctor ordered."
The boy, Itachi decided, was on something. Something strong, and illegal.
Perhaps I should obtain some to relieve myself of stress. He thought.
"...Please stop talking to me. You're making no sense whatsoever."
"Listen carefully…" Kiba suddenly said quite seriously, and against his will the raven found himself paying close attention.
"… Naruto isn't a decisive guy. He doesn't know what he wants, even if he needs it. You have to show him what he wants, Grouchy. I wouldn't be saying this unless I was completely sure, so trust me. I'm on your side here. You would be good to him, I know it. He needs that." Had he not had so much stubborn pride, Itachi would have left the room right then and there. But his ego kept the man from fleeing the scene, away from a young man who absolutely wasn't able to affect him with his words.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Right, of course you don't. Just remember, you have to show him what he wants. And if I'm right, and he does want what I think he does, he'll go with it. He won't do anything he really doesn't want to do. So give it your best shot."
"Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about. I believe you're going lunatic, Kiba."
"Just remember what I said, okay?" The brunette whispered quickly, before grabbing two bags of chips from the cabinet and fleeting the room.
"Whatever."
Itachi tried to brush the conversation off, but on the inside, the boy's words had left an impression. Was Kiba actually encouraging him? It was, after all, taboo. But if he, Naruto's best friend, was pushing for this inappropriate pairing to happen... then something about it had to be good. Kiba knew his principle. The president's son had to be attracted to him in some way, or else the friend wouldn't be egging the raven on.
But to what degree did Naruto like him?
Itachi had no clue.
"Oh and after the movie Bro will spend some time with Kakashi." Kiba's voice, as well as his head appeared back in the kitchen for a moment, before vanishing. The brunette was very much aware of the 'situation' between the two agents.
At the mention of Hatake's name, Itachi tensed. That was not his favorite person. When had this meeting been arranged? He didn't remember the blonde making plans with the bastard! He growled deep in his throat and threw the magazine to the floor, standing in his anger. He hated Kakashi! That bastard, making plans with Naruto like that behind his bodyguard's back!
One day, he would get him. One marvelous day.
Not today, though. Itachi had to sit and let it all happen. Just stand back as the other man did whatever he wanted with the teen. And there was nothing he could do about it. The bodyguard frowned deeply, crossed his arms, and flopped back on the chair with a huff. He would just take a nap. Fall asleep, push everyone out of his thoughts, and not think of any of it. A simple, easy and effective plan. He would just close his eyes and not care about what was happening outside of the kitchen.
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He couldn't do it.
Itachi was unable to leave the boy alone with his arch nemesis. And so, he had reduced himself to spying. The man had tailed his principle downstairs, where he was apparently meeting up with the silver haired man. Itachi made sure he didn't notice him following, because spying was way too immature for a grown man such as himself. Eventually the blonde reached his destination, and the raven waited until he had entered the room and a few moments after, before moving close to get a better look.
It was a horrid thing to do, but as long as no one ever found out, he could peer through the open door every few seconds to see what was going on, and listen in on the conversation. As his charge and worst enemy had fun together, Uchiha seethed in secret some distance away, eavesdropping like a child. He waited there for a while, listening to pleasantries and greetings being exchanged, and to the start of an activity. This continued on for some time, and the bodyguard was rather bored. And yet, he still stood outside, listening in.
"I must say that bowling is not your sport."
"Shut it, 'Kashi…" The teen grumbled. "…We can't all be great at sports." Hatake grinned as Naruto pouted, his ball going into the gutter for the second time in a row.
"You're good at volleyball."
"Only because Kiba taught me, and forced me to play with him so much."
"Well we can't do that, as you're not 'allowed' to leave your house without an escort. Thus, bowling." Itachi scowled from his hiding place at the man.
Naruto enjoyed spending time with me, didn't he? Surely, to some extent, he was decent company.
"Why couldn't we have just watched a movie or something?"
"I figured watching a movie would involve less interaction, and the point of this afternoon was to catch up."
"Really? I thought it was to lighten the mood after..."
"Yes, there's that too. But if you're not enjoying yourself, let's do something else." Uchiha did not like the thought of that, and his scowl intensified.
"Like what?" The blonde asked.
"Well …" Kakashi replied. "… you wanted to watch a movie, didn't you?"
"I already watched one with Kiba, but I guess that's ok." Naruto replied with a half-forced smile.
What? A movie? No! Itachi did not like this at all. Hell to the no, he wasn't! Kakashi was going down, Uchiha decided, and imagined how great it would be. But his principle wouldn't let him do anything that involved injuring his friend... still, something had to be done. When the duo headed for his hiding spot behind the entrance to the small bowling alley, the bodyguard had to make his escape. As he quickly went back to their room, he thought about what he could do to interfere.
The answer came to him upon arriving back in the room, and seeing Naruto's cell phone left in the middle of the bed. An idea dawned upon him after he stared at it for a moment, and he contemplated whether or not to go through with it.
Was his pride able to take such a hit? Could he lower himself to... no, no way. He couldn't do that, he was too cool, too good at doing things. Itachi would think of something else, going back to his bed and collapsing on it with an angry sigh.
He would come up with a plan, right?
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He didn't.
After being tormented for some time, Uchiha swallowed his pride, stood up, and broke character. If this was the only way to get Naruto away from Kakashi, who Itachi knew had feelings for the boy, then so be it. Uchiha Itachi did not lose. And certainly not to Hatake Kakashi.
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When he opened the door, the first thing he heard was the man's voice.
"There's just something I have to get off my chest."
"I hope it's not your shirt." Itachi interrupted, the hatred in his eyes burning holes in Kakashi's head. Both of the present turned to face the open doorway, where Uchiha now stood.
"What are you doing here?" Hatake asked with contempt, his own eyes lit with anger upon the sight of him.
"I apologize for interrupting your alone time…" The raven said instead of answering the question. "… but Kiba wishes to talk to Mr. Namikaze."
"How do you know that?" Kakashi said quickly, from his position on the couch. Naruto was on one end and on the other, which looked innocent enough. But the bodyguard knew better.
"Mr. Namikaze left his phone in the room and it rang several times." Itachi said confidently. "Eventually I picked it up. Kiba was on the other line, requesting to speak to him."
"Ugh…" The blonde complained. "… can't it wait? I'm watching a movie."
"He said it was urgent." Uchiha asserted. At this, Kakashi stood from his seat and took slow steps towards him. Slightly wary of the increasing tension between the two, Naruto rose from the couch and tentatively approached the males.
"Surely it can wait." Hatake said in a low voice. Itachi took a step towards him, returning the menacing look.
"He said that it was urgent, Kakashi-san." The raven took the blonde's cell phone out of his pocket and held it up for emphasis. The teen, sensing the hostility between the men growing as the silver haired man continued to stalk towards the other one, quickly stepped in front of his bodyguard to prevent a collision. Both males ceased their advances, albeit grudgingly.
"I have an idea! I'll just phone him back real quick and then finish watching the movie, okay? There's no problem with that. Everything's fine." Kakashi's glare turned to the tanned face, though slightly less vengeful.
"Naruto…" He accused. "… why are you protecting him?" For once, Uchiha seems to agree with the man.
"I don't need you as a shield, Mr. Namikaze." Itachi, not breaking his gaze from the covered face, put a hand on the teen's shoulder and moved him aside. The blonde watched the scene go on nervously, and made to protest as the two males again approached each other.
"I think you're a manipulative liar." Kakashi ground out, holding up a hand to silence the boy.
"I believe you're an asshole." Itachi said nonchalantly. With just a few feet between them, Naruto stepped forward again to separate them, back to his bodyguard and facing Kakashi.
"Oi!" He exclaimed, with a frown gracing his face. "What's with the arguing? You guys need to calm down already!"
"There you go again, Itachi-kun…" Hatake taunted. "… using someone else to protect you–"
"It's not my fault." The bodyguard replied, moving the boy away again.
"Now you're shifting the blame. Awfully cowardly for a bodyguard, aren't you? Too afraid to stand up for yourself, I think–"
"Care to test that theory? I could take you any day. I'll do it right now."
"I'd like to see you try–"
"Stop it!" Naruto yelled, physically pushing both the men apart, who were face-to-face now. "What the hell is wrong with you two?"
"He's what's wrong, Naru. I don't like him. I'm going to hit him, I swear–"
"Do you want me to hurt you? Please, by all means just continue with that talk, and–"
"Shut up!" The blonde yelled at the two men, voice shrill.
"For fuck's sake, people! What the hell is going on? You know what, I don't care. Just... Itachi, get out. 'Kashi, sit down. I'm going to step outside the room and make a phone call, then get back to my movie. I don't want to hear a word out of either of you!"
Not wanting to anger the teen, both men did as told, as quickly as possible before they could change their minds and attack each other. Naruto pushed his bodyguard towards the door with more force than necessary, returning the glare that he shot him over his shoulder as they headed through the door. The blonde closed it behind them, leaving Kakashi in the room.
"Itachi…" He hissed. "…what in the hell has gotten into you? Stop messing around with him, I mean it! I don't understand why you hate each other, but it has to stop. I won't stand for this fighting!"
"I can't help that he's so infuriating." Uchiha hissed back, thrusting the cell phone into the tanned hands. "He aggravates me on purpose, Naruto, and I won't sit back and watch him insult me! That man is just–"
"Shut up! I don't care what you think about 'Kashi, he's my friend. I won't have you trash-talking him and the same goes for him about you. So keep your thoughts to yourself, and leave him alone!"
"He needs to leave me alone."
"Now you're just being childish. I'm going to tell him the same thing. Now go away! I don't want to hear from you for the rest of the day. Go!"
"Understood. But I never want you to stand between me and my own business again. Mr. Namikaze, I legitimately hate that man, and I won't have you getting in my way. You need to back off."
"Excuse me?" The blonde nearly shrieked; anger spiking.
Itachi really didn't mean to insult him, but the rage the silver haired man ignited within him was overwhelming. He couldn't quell his fury so easily when Kakashi provoked him, and thus the emotions were being taken out on the innocent boy. The anger burst forth, rearing its ugly head to someone who didn't deserve it.
"You're getting in my way." He seethed. "Stay away from me and my issues that don't concern you. You have no right to bother me like this, or step between me and my enemy." Naruto stood before him for a moment, red-faced and breathing heavily from his rising anger.
"Itachi!" He yelled. "You're a bastard, you know that? I've only tried to help you and be nice to you, and you send nothing but negativity back at me!" Uchiha became only more upset, knowing that Hatake must be reveling in the fact that the teen was screaming insults at his bodyguard.
"I won't stand for it!"
"You won't stand for it, Mr. Namikaze? That's bullshit! I'm just doing my job, and you're making my life damned hard every day. You're being a fucking brat, grow up!"
Before he knew what was happening, Naruto had raised his fist and punched him hard in the face. The sound of his limb against his cheek was loud, and the sting was painful. Even more so just because of the gesture's nature and meaning. The blonde striking his bodyguard wasn't just a normal hit, but a personal blow. Itachi's head remained turned to the side for a moment, him staring at the floor with a clenched jaw. He slowly straightened up and looked to face his principle, ready to unleash a bitter retort, until their eyes locked. In an instant the raven's fury had dissipated, and he was overcome with a wave of guilt.
Cerulean anguished eyes were full of tears, one spilling over and trailing down his pretty face. He took a step back from him; hurt seeping out of his body. It was a dagger in Uchiha's heart, him distancing himself from his person. His mind shut down, heart taking control of his body. As swiftly as Naruto had struck him, Itachi stepped forward and grabbed the tanned face with his hands. The blonde flinched and tried to get away, but his captor held his head in place. More tears fell from his eyes, and the bodyguard's thumbs moved to wipe them away. Again, the teen tried to twist out of his grasp, but the bodyguard's grip was tight.
"Don't touch me." He whispered with malice, though his voice was laced with sadness.
"Look at me, Naruto."
"Go away, Itachi. Just get away from me."
"Listen to me!" Uchiha whispered angrily. The teen shook his head, but the raven still didn't release him.
"I don't want to see you." The blonde spat.
"I hate him because he's competition for your company." Itachi said quickly, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could think about them. But it had been said, and he couldn't take it back now.
Might as well continue and express what I'm feeling. He thought.
"Besides being motivated by money to keep you safe, I just have an instinct to protect you. Hatake makes me feel anxious, and I do not understand why. For some reason, my mind sees him as a threat. He wants to take you away from me; from my protection." Naruto still avoided eye contact, staring anywhere but at his face. Still, he continued.
"When he challenges me, I feel like I have to defeat him to ensure your safety. I don't really know on what basics, but I just don't like him. He provoked me, and all I wanted to do was hit him. When you got between us, I was unsettled. You were standing in front of my path of violence, and I don't want you ever to get hurt, Naruto. Unfortunately I am not good at expressing my emotions..."
Hoping for any sort of forgiveness, Itachi waited for his principle to make a move. It seemed like hours before he did, and it only left the raven with regret. The blonde slightly nodded when Uchiha loosened his grip on the face, but gave him no words. He turned away from him, escaping back into the 'cinema room' and quietly closing the door behind him. Itachi stared at the door for a moment, feeling an ache in his chest from the denial of forgiveness. No doubt Kakashi was internally rejoicing from their fight, but he couldn't bring himself to be angry. The guilt was too strong.
Maybe Naruto would be less upset with him after a few hours when he saw him next? Itachi hoped so. For now, all he could do was entertain himself and wait anxiously for the boy's return, and try to push the thoughts of Hatake consoling Naruto out of his mind.
He was spared the effort of deciding what to do with himself when his cell phone rang, the president on the line. After a brief conversation, Itachi closed the object and was ready to walk away when he heard the sounds of shooting coming from the room behind his back.
Another action movie? He thought, chuckling at the man's poor attempts.
The feeling quickly changed; his steps halting.
And then it clicked.
Oh yes! You hate me, don't you? ;D But that aside, how was the chapter? :P If you're clever enough you'll figure out what Itachi missed! ;D Really, sometimes I wonder where the hell I get ideas for this story (well, I mostly mean the suspense part here :P)
I can promise you one thing; the next chapter will blow your socks, panties, bras and any other type of clothing off! ;D
Not believing me, huh? Well, here's a little preview for the next chapter:
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Was it anger? Frustration? Dissapointment? Fear? Naruto wasn't sure what he was feeling at the moment. There was, however, one thing he knew. That he must do something to stop the man in front of him. But what? Talking and thinking were not his strongest points.
But taking action is. He thought and before a single shadow of a doubt could sneak inside his mind, Naruto grabbed the black fluffy towel hanging loosely around the raven's neck and pulled him forcefully down, smashing their lips together.
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Oh, do you hate me even more now, huh? ;D Well, you think you're happy right now, huh? Thinking 'Naruto and Itachi finally kissed' huh? Well, you're in for a big surprise I can guarante you that! ;D
Prepare for the evilest cliffchanger in history! Mwahahahahaha! xD
Khm.
But, that's for the other time.
Until then, see ya! ;)