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The Raven's Revenge	By : Sessygirl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Naruto Views: 2060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Raven's Revenge
- 2-Revenge Gets You Everywhere
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A/N - Well this is me settling my ItaNaru itch. I just need to write some more for this pairing. I blame Disgruntled Minion for this. Her fics have corrupted me. I hope she is happy. lol. ((Also she is currentl Beta’ing the new chapter of Affinity, so don’t think I have forgotten about that... it should be up soon.))
Well this will be a three-shot... so not long.
It is also based off of the fable “The Fox and the Raven” Go search for it if you have never read it. It’s really quite short.
Well hope you enjoy, and be warned that it is un-beta’ed
Disclaimer - I own nothing of Naruto, nor do I make money off this fic.
A Raven’s Revenge

By: Akiru-chan
Chapter One: All for Cheesecake
People, a giant mass of them. Their trimmed and proper bodies meandering about in the large hall. Women flaunted their money through their expensive attire or the quality of their obvious boob and face jobs. The men drooled over them like animals, taken in by that mask like complexion.
Dark eyes watched the interaction of the high class with disgust. Money really was a filthy thing for the way it made others act. Itachi would freely dismiss this lifestyle if only he could. Although he really was just like them. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the power he received or what money could buy him. What ever he wanted was always presented to him on a golden platter.
It made him think if he would really push this life aside if he could. He was just another hypocrite, the upper class was filled with them. Itachi was just a product of his raising. Wanting for something different, but never actually reaching for it. Safety in the familiar kept him from seeking a different life. He found his salvation from within. Living his primp life while rejecting what he could without feeling too out of his element.
Parties were one of the things he dismissed. Hating the idle chit chat and gossiping that went on. The Uchiha brothers where always a pair of ears that the ladies sought. Hoping that they might woo them with their simplistic words. It they were lucky they might even be able to convince them to one dance.
Itachi hated how fake these woman were. Falling over themselves to get into the beds of either brother. Sasuke, Itachi’s younger brother, found them just as repulsive if not more. The young man usually left the party at the most opportune time to find a secluded area where he could not be found.
As for Itachi, he would always stay. He could never figure out what kept him riveted to the main rooms. Maybe he thought the more he gazed at the idiocy of the gathering, the more he would despise it. One day perhaps he would find the last block to tip the scale and in doing so, give him the courage to forever leave this place and life.
“Oh Itachi, there you are. I was looking for you. You’re a hard man to find.” And thus it would now start. The exchanging of pleasantries and meaningless words. He would have to be polite to the women who were no different than the whore on the street. So ready to sell themselves to a pretty face and a fat wallet.
“Good evening Ms. Haruno.” He greeted the strawberry blond, one of the few woman here that he could stand. Like him, she detested these formal gatherings. Although she really wasn’t much different than the others, except she left Itachi alone for the most part. Her eyes were only on his brother, who wanted nothing to do with her. It was funny to see them bicker back and forth. They had all know each other since they were young children.
The Uchiha and Haruno’s went back ages. So it was no surprise that their children would be close as well.
“Do you know where Sasuke is? I swear he always disappears at these things.” Itachi couldn’t help but smirk. The poor girl had no chance with Sasuke. Which was sad since she was one of the few who he would approve of as a suitable wife for his brother.
Despite her annoying nature and love for all things material, she was very well grounded. Not to mention she was not a slut like many of the others.
“I can’t say that I have seen him. You know how much he dislikes these things.” Sakura made a face as she agreed.
“He should at least wait for us. He can’t just leave us to deal with all of this.”
“Well that’s Sasuke for you.” They both agreed. Sasuke had always been spoiled and babied, by their mother, Mikoto. Needless to say he came out spoiled on some levels.
“Then it looks like I have you all to myself then. Shall I be your bodyguard against the rabid women trying to get into an Uchiha’s pants.” It was amusing hearing something so vulgar coming from such a innocent looking lady. Itachi smirked at her words.
“Only if I can fight off your suitors as well.” They both laughed lightly, enjoying each others company.
“Hmm... you might have some competition with that.” Itachi gave her a questioning look. “ You see I have a friend with me tonight, although he seems to have abandoned me.”
Pink locks flashed past as Sakura looked this way and that. She had last seen her friend talking to one of the Hyuuga’s. Hinata might be her name, but she couldn’t be sure.
“Hn.” Sakura stopped her searching. Green eyes looked the Uchiha up and down, before shaking her head.
“I swear, you Uchiha’s and one syllable words. It’s a wonder anyone can put up with you.”
“Sakura!” The girl tensed, her back ridged and fixed. Itachi too stiffened, they both knew and dreaded the young lady for whom the voice belonged to.
Sakura turned, false excitement thickly covering her voice.
“Ino! It’s been forever.” A blond approached them, her dress hugging her frame tightly. It left little to the imagination, leaving her ample cleavage open for showcase.
“Oh and Itachi you’re here too.” The raven haired man did not like the voice she use to address him. It was far too sensual for his liking. Ino was a prime example of the whore’s who hid among the rich.
“Hn.” The lack of a reply didn’t seem to phase her much as she attached herself onto his arm, wrinkling the satin fabric of his dress shirt. This wasn’t a woman, it was a leech.
Itachi couldn’t help but conclude that this was why he detested woman. The lot of them were vile creatures out for their own gain. Even Sakura began to show how poisonous she could be around this girl, not that Itachi could blame her. The girl was really just too much.
“Ino, I don’t think Itachi wants a dirty pig soiling his shirt.” Sakura bit out with such force that Itachi found himself proud.
The blond immediately released Itachi to focus her burning gaze on the girl next to her. They smiled sweetly, and Itachi knew that it would be best to leave now while he had a chance.
He excused himself, but he doubted either heard as the insults began to fly. Hopefully there would be no cat fight tonight, if there was he would put his money on Sakura. Most didn’t know that she had taken kendo with Sasuke when they had been younger. She couldn’t compare with himself or his brother, but she was no doubt one of the most talented girls he had seen.
As he fought his way through the crowd he could still faintly hear their yells. He quickly ignored them and the greetings others gave him. Itachi could careless if they thought him rude. It wasn’t like they could complain. The Uchiha’s were far above them status wise. His family owned one of the most prominent companies worldwide.
His train of thought quickly derailed, killing any other such ideas that might sprout up. Before him stood the glorious dessert table. Now, there was one thing that many did not know about Itachi. In fact most of his family didn’t even know, since it was very un-Uchiha like. If there was one thing an Uchiha must be, it was Uchiha like.
Itachi had an unholy loving of all things sweet. He could gorge himself on anything from cakes and cookies, to the more luxurious items like creme brulee to Baked Alaska. Unfortunately being an Uchiha kept him from doing just that, since his family weren’t fond of such dishes. He was lucky to get some simple ice cream from time to time.
It was only at these events that he could really get his fill. So maybe they really weren’t that bad after all. He could deal with a few snobby individuals for a taste of a sweet treat.
The table was so close, he could already see the mounds of delicious morsels. Some eclairs were stacked neatly by a chocolate fondu fountain that was encircled by fresh strawberries.
What drew Itachi’s eyes was an almost bare platter of what could only be New York style cheese cake. One piece laid lonely, looking delightfully plump and fluffy. Drizzled upon it was a chocolate raspberry sauce that Itachi knew would be tasteful.
He couldn’t waste time, not when cheesecake was involved. Beside’s who was he to neglect the last piece. The poor thing must be so lonely. He would have to give the dessert a place to call home. Namely his stomach, that had begun to growl for the treat.
Spotting one of the many white ceramic plates, Itachi picked it up. He would just need to find the pie server to deposit the cake on his plate. Just because he loved the sweet didn’t mean he would go so low as to use his fingers to claim it.
Luckily he found the utensil without much problem, bring the cake to rest on his plate. Now to find a fork and enjoy.
“Hey! That was mine.” A finger was pointed rudely at Itachi’s cake. The man looked at the offending appendage in disgust. Who dared to interrupt his dessert time?
His eye’s trailed up the finger to a tanned hand and arm. They continued to move upwards before settling on a pair of sapphire eyes. They were too blue in Itachi’s opinion, probably contacts.
“Can I help you?” Damn having to be polite. Would anyone really care if he got a little snappy from time to time?
“I am so happy you asked.” The males voice was dripping with sarcasm. “I had my eyes on that piece of cake you have there. I called it first!”
Was this brat three or something? He couldn’t be serious. Did he think Itachi was really going to give up his piece of cake just because the boy asked. Apparently he didn’t know who he was dealing with.
“To bad it’s on my plate.” The boy shook his head in defiance, blond spikes bouncing around messily.
“I know, it was so kind of you sir to put it on a plate for me.” The blond spoke, a smirk on his lips. He wasn’t going to give up this easily.
Itachi brought the plate closer towards his chest. He didn’t like the way the boy was looking at his treat. “It’s mine.” Now who was sounding like a child?
“Oh come on, don’t be like that. It’s just cheesecake. You act like I am about to take your precious money away or something.” The young man snorted at the ravens attitude.
Itachi glared at him, not liking the crafty glint in those blue eyes. This man reminded him of a fox trying to corner his prey.
“Get your own.”
“See that’s the problem. You sir have taken the last piece. So if you could just be so kind and...” The blond reached his hands out, trying to snatch the plate away. Yeah like Itachi was going to let him.
Anyone who might have been watching would have laughed. The sight was pure gold. They looked like two preschoolers trying to fight over the shinny red fire truck.
“Come on you don’t need that. You’re fat enough as it is. I can already see the beginnings of a spare tire.” The fox poked at Itachi’s side, emphasizing his point. To bad Itachi was as lean as they came, but that didn’t stop the boy from his onslaught.
“Plus it will rot your teeth, not that they could get any worse than they already are.” Itachi fought the urge to cover his mouth as he growled out his frustration. Why didn’t he just walk away? That would be the mature, Uchiha thing to do.
This boy though just grated on his last nerve. Itachi wouldn’t let the blond think that he had gotten to him. He would plow this fox into the ground. No one out did Itachi Uchiha.
“Hn. Like you need to get any fatter, although you can’t look much worse with that ugly dye job and those so obviously fake blue eyes.” It was a complete lie on Itachi’s part. He couldn’t deny that the blond was indeed attractive and well built. He would never admit it though.
The blond scoffed. “Nice try, but unfortunately for you I know just how drop dead sexy I am.”
For some reason the comment just seemed to ruffle Itachi’s feathers even more. “As sexy as a dog.”
“Your just jealous, cause you can’t have this.” He motioned to his body. “Then again with a stuck up face like yours, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole. Your just another rich asshole who thinks their too good for the rest of us.” Naruto shot out.
That was the last straw for Itachi. If this guy was looking for a fight, then he wasn’t going to be one to disappoint.
The cheesecake was absently placed on the table, giving Itachi the ability to use both hands if need be.
Fighting didn’t seem like it had been on Naruto’s agenda. As soon as the plate landed onto the table, it was snatched back up. Itachi didn’t even see it coming. Before it even registered to him, the blond was already stuffing his tasty sweet into that insulting mouth.
Itachi couldn’t even believe what had happened. The blond was looking up at him with a fox grin plastered on his face. He had won, the damn idiot had won. Itachi knew this, and it angered him more than it should have.
This whole thing had been a rouse to get just what he wanted. The blond had actually out smarted an Uchiha.
“Now, no hard feelings. Okay?” Oh Itachi would show him hard feelings. There was no way this brat was going to get away with stealing his dessert.
“Naruto. There you are.” Both males froze. Sakura bounded over, completely unaware of the fight that had been going on between the two. “Oh I see you have met Itachi.”
Naruto blinked, looking back to the raven. “You’re Itachi?”
Itachi nodded, receiving an apologetic smile from the fox. Too bad that wasn’t going to do for the raven. Naruto had crossed the line of no return. Itachi would not rest until he felt confidant that this boy was punished for the evil deed he committed against his cheesecake.
“Well I guess it’s good you two met. I wanted to tell you two the news together.” They both perked up at this. Neither had been aware that there was news to be shared. Itachi felt that he wouldn’t enjoy what he was about to hear.
Sakura smiled, taking their silence of excitement instead of dread.
“My father had just made our merging official!” This wasn’t news to Itachi. In fact it was one of the reasons for this gathering. He had know for sometime that both Uchiha and Haruno companies had planned on going through with a major merging. Which Sasuke wasn’t happy about, since this pretty much sounded the end of his life. Both boys knew their mom was looking to marry one of them off to the Haruno’s only child. Unfortunately for Sasuke, he was the prime target. “So with the merging, a lot of positions are being switched and changed.”
Sakura turned to Naruto, grabbing his larger hands between her own petite fingers.
“Your going to be promoted! You’ll be working directly under the Vice President.” Naruto’s eyes widened. Joy very prominent in his features.
Itachi though had a very different reaction. His fist tightened considerable and a frown took residence upon his face. Why hadn’t his father said anything about this? Shouldn’t Itachi have been one of the first to know?
“Are you serious Sakura? I can’t believe this. I have been waiting for a promotion forever.” Naruto cheered, oblivious to Itachi now that something more important had distracted him.
“I know, you really do deserve this.” Itachi couldn’t help to think how ironic Sakura’s words were. Naruto really did deserve this, he thought evilly.
“So, who is Mr. Vice President so I can introduce myself.” He laughed. “ Got to make a good first impression.”
Itachi couldn’t have stopped the smirk even if he tried, as Sakura pointed Naruto back in his direction.
“You just met him. Naruto, I want you to meet Itachi Uchiha. From now on you’ll be working directly under him.” Itachi didn’t think one person could look so horrified. It really pleased him that he would have that kind of affect on the boy.
Oh yes, this was going to be sweet revenge. It was almost worth losing his cheesecake over, almost.
To Be Continued . . .
A/N - Well there you have it... hope you enjoyed this. It’s my attempt at humor... I probably should just stay with angst... seems to be my forte. xD
-Akiru-
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