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Parent Trap	By : BishounenKrazed Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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well, this is new... it wasn't here like, two days ago, right? lol. ah, well, it's fancy. (referring to the input text thingy on the addition page) now, i finished this last night (this morning) and i guess i like it. i don't know. i think the next two chapters are gonna be the fun ones (cuz there's smex in at least one, maybe both. i haven't decided yet). now, onward! (btw, there's a lot of dialogue, i think)
Warnings: Wise!Fugaku, Tipsy!Mikoto, Itachi!Itachi, Courageous!June, PLOT
enjoy!

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Parent Trap - Chapter 13
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Itachi pulled at his cuffs, straightening out wrinkles that weren’t there. While this party was to celebrate their latest acquisition, Itachi was not happy that he had to cater to Orochimaru for a small portion of the evening. It was too high a price to pay for doing his job.
Besides his dislike of the man in general, while the takeover would bring invaluable benefits to Uchiha & Sannin, Inc., Itachi felt it had been too easy. Orochimaru had resisted a buyout from Jiraiya for years, and Fugaku hadn’t been all that keen on acquiring Orochimaru’s company. So when Itachi had changed business strategies upon taking over, Jiraiya had again set his sights on Orochimaru, and, not to discount his and Sasuke’s brilliance in this kind of financial dance, Orochimaru had fallen almost too easily.
Itachi didn’t like it, and this party was almost like pouring salt into the wound – a wound that only he was aware of, and one that he was potentially making too big a deal of. But he couldn’t help it. Something didn’t feel quite right to him about the whole thing, and he was never wrong; he hadn’t stayed at the top of the business industry from good looks and handshakes.
“Hijo, stop frowning. You’re going to wrinkle your brow prematurely.” Mikoto glided up to him, her long red gown softly swishing across the foyer floor. Her throat was ringed by a large garnet necklace his father had gifted her earlier that evening and it sparkled in the light given off by the chandelier centered above their heads.
“I’m not frowning,” Itachi said, barely resisting the urge to pull back when she reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Honestly, he and Sasuke were no longer children, but she couldn’t quite let go of them. Her hand moved from his ear to sweep across his shoulder a couple of times, brushing off imaginary dirt, before finally drawing back.
“Of course not, Itachi. You were born with those wrinkles,” Sasuke said as he glided by, heading straight for the alcohol being set out by the servants. He wanted to retort that Sasuke was also born with that stick up his ass, but not only was it childish, Itachi wasn’t quite sure that the stick hadn’t been removed lately. He shuddered to think what it might have been replaced with, but whatever made his little brother happy.
“Hush, Sasuke,” their mother shouted after him before turning back to Itachi and once again reaching up to brush away dirt that wasn’t there from his tuxedo.
“Okaa-sama, is there some reason you keep doing that?” he asked as he gently pushed her hand away.
“I just want you to look your best tonight.” She smiled up at him, tucking a lock of her own long, black hair behind an ear adorned with an earring that matched her necklace.
“There’s no way I can ever not look my best, Okaa-sama,” Itachi said, indulging in some playful vanity to amuse his mother. She laughed and pat his arm before following after Sasuke, chiding him on partaking of the alcohol before their guests arrived. Itachi really didn’t blame him.
Tonight was going to be hell.
~*~
“Thank you for coming, Moritaka-san,” Itachi said, shaking hands with the man and bowing to his wife. They moved on into the house, and Itachi had to restrain himself from sighing. He’d greeted a lot of people already, and they’d only started arriving twenty minutes ago. Looking towards the door, he tensed when he noticed Orochimaru walking up to his father and mother. The man did not deign to shake their hands, choosing to bow and make his greetings before setting his sights on Itachi and advancing. Itachi straightened his back and pulled his emotionless wall closer about him.
“Ah, Itachi-kun, good evening. I thank you for the invitation.” His smile spread over his face like oil in water, and Itachi refrained from replying, afraid anything he said would carry a hint of disgust for one of his new board members. Orochimaru just smiled wider and glanced around the foyer. “Sasuke-kun’s house is beautiful. I must remember to say so to him later.”
“Yes, Sasuke was quite lucky that our mother decided she no longer wanted the house,” he said.
“Hm,” Orochimaru’s eyes narrowed, but his smile stayed in place, “Itachi-kun, I’d like to present my guest this evening. I believe you know Kabuto-kun.” He moved aside and motioned for a man to approach them. Itachi did know him, having been his patient for a few years. “He’s just recently returned to the country, and I thought a party would be good for him.”
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Itachi-san,” Kabuto said, bowing. Itachi returned the bow slightly. He’d never really liked the man and wouldn’t start now. “I do apologize for intruding on your party.”
“Please don’t bother about it,” Itachi offered. “Please enjoy yourselves tonight. I must return to greeting my guests.” He motioned behind Orochimaru and Kabuto.
“Of course, Itachi-kun. We’ll catch up to you later,” Orochimaru nearly purred, gliding away with Kabuto on his heels. Itachi didn’t stare after them, but he was lost in thought and didn’t notice when more guests stopped before him.
He glanced up and saw a shock of blond hair before anything else. When he recognized Naruto he started to say hello, but he was arrested by his companion. Fujimiya-sensei was on the blond’s arm, dressed in a simple but elegant ivory gown that almost seamlessly blended with her pale skin. Her hair was both up and down, shining in the lights of the chandelier. She was… beautiful.
“Good evening, Itachi. Thank you for inviting us to the party,” Naruto said.
“Of course, Naruto-kun. I’m delighted you could attend.” He looked at Fujimiya-sensei, about to greet her, but she beat him to it.
“Good evening, Uchiha-san,” she said, curtsying. Itachi was used to girls curtsying in Europe, but not here. It amused him.
“Yes, good evening, Fujimiya-sensei.” Itachi saw one of his father’s older friends coming up behind Naruto and Fujimiya-sensei. Naruto must have realized that he needed to attend someone else, because he motioned Fujimiya-sensei further into the house. Itachi nodded at him.
As he passed, Naruto said, “Why don’t you come take June off my hands in a bit, ne? She’s a mean drunk, and I intend to have fun tonight.”
Itachi was stunned, unable to say anything and greeted Naruto’s words with an impassive mask. His first reaction was to agree, because an evening spent with the good doctor seemed the best way to pass the time until he could leave the guests to his father and retire to his room. His second reaction was to wonder what kind of fun Naruto could possibly have tonight, but when the blond winked at him, he thought it best not to ask.
He followed them with his eyes, watching and wondering with some small bit of interest as they made their way to the back of the large room where the refreshment table and his brother were both located. He almost wished he hadn’t, though, when Fujimiya-sensei turned her head to speak to Naruto and the movement of her hair revealed a long expanse of pale and unmarred skin. Itachi could practically feel his eyes widen at the sight, and he quickly turned away to try to school his features back into his impassive mask.
“Itachi-san, thank you for inviting us,” his father’s friend said as he approached. Itachi didn’t smile, but he greeted him almost amiably, mentally counting down the minutes until he could politely leave the foyer and tend to his guests in party. That it included finding Naruto and Fujimiya-sensei was a bonus he tried to ignore.
The time came sooner than he expected when his mother looked over her shoulder and motioned him over. He finished exchanging pleasantries with someone he didn’t know and his wife that he knew even less, and then walked up to his mother, placing his hand on her back and leaning close to see what she wanted.
“Hijo, the mayor just drove up, and I’m sure you and your father will be pulled into some sort of conversation or another that will leave me quite unsure what to do with myself. Would you mind terribly finding Fujimiya-sensei and asking if she would like to keep me company?” Mikoto asked as she clasped hands with someone’s wife and quickly complimented her on her dress.
“Of course, Okaa-sama. I’ll be right back.”
Itachi nodded to the man and woman in front of his mother in greeting and turned on his heel to head into the party. He looked in the direction he’d last seen the good doctor and the blond, finding them approaching his brother at the end of the table, close to the doors that led to the garden. He moved that way, deftly avoiding those who would most likely stop him before he reached his destination.
As he approached Naruto and Fujimiya-sensei from behind, he was in time to hear her say, “Then… Sasuke-san,” and for some reason, her quiet voice calling his brother by his first name send a strong spike of anger through him. He stopped behind them and glared slightly at his brother who saw him.
“Are these two men bothering you, Fujimiya-sensei?” he asked and tried to remove the ice from his eyes, to rein in this irrational anger, as Naruto and Fujimiya-sensei turned around. He had some success at it when he noticed the light blushing across the lady’s cheeks.
“Of course not, Uchiha-san. I’m sure your brother could never be a bother.”
“He bothers me all the time,” Itachi replied with a smirk, seeing his brother’s lips move with some comment or another about who actually bothered whom. He guessed it was true; bothering Sasuke was one of his favorite pastimes. “Well, Fujimiya-sensei, I have come at the request of my mother. She’s hoping you wouldn’t mind keeping her company while my father and I talk shop with our guests.”
“Oh.” Fujimiya-sensei’s eyes widened, and she turned to look at Naruto before turning back to Itachi. “I’m sure I’d be delighted.” Itachi resisted the smile that wanted to take over his lips and held out his arm for her to take. She did, and he led her away from Naruto and his brother without a parting word to either man. He noticed a lot of eyes turn their way as he passed, and he smirked to know he would probably be encouraging rumors of every kind by singling her out. Oh, well.
“I’m very glad you could come tonight, Fujimiya-sensei, though I guess I’m doing you no favors by taking you away from the one person you know here,” he said, looking ahead to see if his parents were still at the entrance. They weren’t, and he subtly looked around as they progressed for their whereabouts.
“On the contrary, Naruto, as he is very able to do, was becoming quite annoying, and I was this close to walking away from him,” she brought up her right hand and pinched her fingers together around the stem of her champagne glass. “There’s not enough alcohol in the world to help me put up with him when he gets like this.”
“So I shouldn’t quite discount Naruto’s claim that you will help yourself to a fair share of alcohol this evening?” he asked, amused. He spotted his parents and steered Fujimiya-sensei in that direction.
She snorted and then tried to cover it with a demure cough, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. “I will admit I enjoy my drink, but I do not drink in public.” Itachi turned his head and eyed her glass that was close to needing a refill. She noticed his look and blushed. “I do not drink to excess in public,” she amended.
“Ah, well, I guess I will miss the amusement of your inebriation this evening. A shame, since it might have been the only amusement I enjoy tonight.”
Fujimiya-sensei quirked an eyebrow at him, and he was momentarily stunned at the similar effect it exuded as whenever he or Sasuke did the same thing. “You are often in the habit of throwing parties you have no intention of enjoying, Uchiha-san?”
He would have answered that he was not in the habit of throwing parties at all, but the striking disparity between how she addressed him and how he’d only recently heard her address his brother did not allow him to do so. That anger that had been diffused earlier came back, simmering beneath his skin. It was irrational and went against everything he stood for in regard to propriety and professionalism, but he found himself helpless to control it as he would have found it easy to do before he’d met the woman.
He caught her frowning slightly at him when he had gone too long without answering, and he stood a bit straighter to recover some of his calm. “This party is being hosted by me, but it is being thrown by Jiraiya.”
“There’s a difference?” she asked.
Itachi smirked. “Well, since the party is at Sasuke’s house, he should be hosting. His extreme dislike of social interaction and my position in the company relegates the duty to me, and the party is actually Jiraiya’s idea. We three find it marvelously fortunate that my mother is in town, though, for now she can play hostess as she so loves to do.”
“I see.” She smiled as she looked back behind them. “I guess Sasuke-san does strike one as a loner.”
“‘Sasuke,’ eh? Have you made a new friend, Fujimiya-sensei?” he asked, intent on taking this opportunity to find out what had transpired to cause such informality.
She glared at nothing. “Naruto insisted that I call him that, and while I resisted, Sasuke-san also insisted. He said it would remind him that he wasn’t his father or you, whatever that means.”
Itachi knew exactly what it meant. Sasuke, as deeply wound in the Uchiha stigma that every male member of the clan found himself in, was at least one of the only ones that wished to be otherwise. If not for himself, then for his sons.
“Sasuke would say something like that,” he replied. “In fact, it shows some sense. Perhaps I should have people address me by my first name.”
Fujimiya-sensei actually laughed, the sound deep in her chest rather than the heady cackle that most women exhibited in Itachi’s presence. “I can’t quite picture it, Uchiha-san. Having people from all aspects of the business world, even those unworthy to spit shine your shoes, calling you ‘Itachi-san’ like an intimate acquaintance? Perish the thought.” She laughed again, and Itachi was unsure whether it was the deep laugh or the sound of his name on her lips that caused his heart to beat a little faster. He hid a scowl at his body’s traitorous reaction. If he didn’t know himself, he’d think he was-
“Fujimiya-sensei, I’m so glad Itachi could talk you over here,” Mikoto said as they finally came up to where his parents were holding court.
“It’s an honor, Uchiha-san, one I could not pass up,” Fujimiya-sensei replied as she curtsied, amusing Itachi once again with her European tendencies, especially since his mother would no doubt latch onto her all the more vehemently if she thought the doctor was a kindred spirit.
“An honor, te loco,” Mikoto huffed, shrugging the doctor’s words off. Fujimiya-sensei looked a little confused, and Itachi held in a small chuckle.
“Please don’t mind, Fujimiya-sensei. Okaa-sama is part Spanish and has a bad habit of inflicting her Latin tongue on those who don’t understand.”
“Ah, it sounds absurd, but he speaks the truth,” Fugaku cut in, wrapping his hand around his wife’s slim waist.
“You’re both against me!” Mikoto exclaimed. “You, at least, Fujimiya-sensei, will not turn on me like these ungrateful men.”
Fujimiya-sensei smiled. “Dǒng le. Wǒ shūo Zhōngwen, sǒuyi dǒng le.”
Itachi and his parents just stared at her a moment, and then his parents laughed.
“Well, that was impressive,” his father said. “Have you ever been to China?”
“Oh, yes. My mother and I take trips around the world whenever we have the time. When I was younger, an envelope with a plane ticket would always find its way to me, and I would wing away and meet my mother in some part of the world. Xian, Prague, New York – it was always some place amazing.” She was quiet a moment before she continued. “It wasn’t until Grandfather died that I was allowed to meet her in England, Western Europe really. Paris, Madrid, London – those places were where Grandfather spent the better part of a year, whichever one struck his fancy.”
No one had anything to say to that, the words implying a family dynamic that sounded a bit painful. Itachi recalled the doctor telling him that her mother had been taken away by her grandfather and she, the child unfortunate in her father, had been disowned. With the patriarch of what could only be a very rich family, from the sounds of it, dead, Itachi was sure the mother and daughter could be reunited on a more permanent basis. Fujimiya-sensei could probably even leave the country now, to be with her mother without repercussions, if she so chose.
“Well, how glad we all are that you wound up here to help Itachi. We will always owe you a debt of gratitude for your inexhaustible help,” his mother said, trying to lighten the mood.
Itachi felt the doctor tense next to him. “No, it’s okay. You owe me nothing. I was only doing… my job,” the last whispered as she looked down at the floor.
“Itachi, the mayor is probably wondering where you are since you stepped away as he came in. Why don’t we go find him?” his father asked, giving Mikoto a small squeeze before stepping away and motioning for Itachi to join him. Itachi nodded and turned to Fujimiya-sensei, bowing slightly.
“Please excuse me, Fujimiya-sensei. And don’t let my mother bother you too much. You can always ply her with alcohol.” His mother sputtered, but he was rewarded with an amused smile from Fujimiya-sensei before he turned away and walked off with his father.
“No one mentioned to me that the heroine doctor was such a fox,” Fugaku said when they were out of earshot of the ladies.
“Otou-sama!” Itachi exclaimed quietly, uncommonly shocked by his father’s words and unable to hold his reaction to them in check.
His father smirked, reminding Itachi where he and Sasuke had found their model for male behavior as they were growing. “I can’t appreciate the female form in my old age?”
Itachi snorted. “You may appreciate it all you like, but I would ask that you keep your observations to yourself.”
“My observations in general or the ones that pertain to the good doctor specifically?” Itachi lifted an eyebrow. “Come now, Itachi. I may be old and retired, but I’m not dead. I’m also your father, rather privy to all of your idiosyncrasies since childhood, and know the fact of something you are trying to deny to yourself.”
Itachi’s face became impassive, but he couldn’t help the small swallow that worked his throat. “And what might that be?”
His father was silent a moment. “I met your mother in a Spanish jail, you know.” Itachi nearly stumbled as this information was nonchalantly delivered, and Fugaku laughed at him. “Yes, we kept that part of the story from you and Sasuke, but I think you’re old enough now.” His eyes grew shadowed, though, and he turned to look at Itachi solemnly. “Don’t ever tell your mother I’m telling you this story.”
Itachi nodded reluctantly, unsure where this was going and if he really wanted to know.
“Her father was a hard man, and when she was busted at a protest that had turned a bit violent, he allowed her to spend the night in jail to learn her lesson.” Itachi could only hope his eyes didn’t pop out of his skull, he was so surprised by this news. “I was studying in Spain at the time, international law, and my colleagues and I had been called on to represent the protesters that had been charged with higher crimes. She was like a diamond in a pile of rags, sitting on the hard bed, her hair frazzled and untamed as if just waiting for the opportunity to fly about wildly.”
“That’s quite the description, Otou-sama.”
“She was quite the sight. While my colleagues sat down with our clients, I tried to get her to talk to me. I was speaking in Spanish, and so she thought she could throw me off by speaking Japanese. I remember being quite surprised by it, but I countered in Japanese and turned the tables. For the rest of the night she said nothing and glared at me from behind the bars. I was enchanted.”
“Is there a point to this terrifying story, Otou-sama?” Itachi asked playfully, smirking in his father’s direction as they came to the refreshment table rather than anywhere near the mayor. They both picked up glasses of champagne, and Itachi sipped his as his father narrowed his eyes at him.
“My point, you ungrateful whelp, is that she was a woman of mixed heritage, with a criminal past, however minor, and my parents were against my interest in her. But I married her anyway. Because when you love someone, nothing else matters.” He looked hard at Itachi. “Nothing.”
Itachi was silent a moment, staring into his glass. He turned his father’s words over in his head, trying to discern the lesson he was trying to impart. Well, he understood well enough. If there was a woman he truly loved, despite who she was, he should do everything to claim her. But there was no such woman, so he couldn’t quite understand why his father was saying all of this. He looked up from his glass, and the first thing his eyes landed on was Fujimiya-sensei, laughing with his mother. It took him a moment to realize she was the first thing he saw because he was acutely aware of her location, even though she and his mother had moved a bit.
His father must have followed his line of sight, because he said quietly, “When I finally realized why I was so hung up on her, every fiber in me of pride and conceit tried to deny it. But I also realized then that nothing else matters. Not pride, nor conceit, circumstances or expectations.”
“Are you insinuating that I am denying myself something?” Itachi asked.
“I’m merely suggesting that you are denying yourself a realization, one we would all be happy for you to accept. That you may deny yourself something after your realization, well, that is up to you.”
Itachi’s reaction to that bit of advice was to down the rest of his champagne and place the empty glass on the table. He refused to return his gaze to Fujimiya-sensei, and frowned when he thought that that was exactly what his father had been referring to.
“Let’s go find the mayor, as you suggested, Otou-sama.” He thought his father sighed, but he agreed. They moved away from the table. Before they got very far, they were intercepted by Fujimiya-sensei and his mother. Both their cheeks were flushed red, and the doctor was slightly out of breath. His mother was giggling, and he could only assume she had helped herself to a fair bit of the champagne in the small amount of time he and his father had been gone.
“Is there something wrong, Fujimiya-sensei?” his father asked, reaching a hand out for his wife’s arm as the woman almost stumbled over her red gown. Before she could answer, a deep, uncomfortable – for Itachi, anyway – voice spoke from the group’s right.
“Ah, here you are, Itachi-kun. I was beginning to think I wouldn’t get to speak with you this evening,” Orochimaru said, gliding up to Itachi’s right, Kabuto on his heels. “I know your parents, but who is this lovely creature?” the man motioned his head toward Fujimiya-sensei.
“This is Fujimiya-sensei. She works at Konoha Hospital,” Itachi said, not willing to give Orochimaru any more information. He didn’t like the way the man was looking at her.
“So you work with Kabuto-kun, Fujimiya-sensei? What a coincidence.” Orochimaru didn’t sound all that surprised, though. He turned his eyes to Itachi. “I thought we could share a toast to our new… partnership.” He turned around and reached for a glass in Kabuto’s hand, and the younger man stepped forward to hand another to him. Itachi took it and raised it when Orochimaru did. Before he’d lowered it, Fujimiya-sensei started coughing in front of him.
“Fujimiya-sensei?” he asked. She was turning red with how hard she was coughing.
“Give her something to drink, Itachi, for heaven’s sake!” his mother said, her eyes worriedly glued to Fujimiya-sensei’s face.
Itachi quickly handed his glass over, not entirely sure champagne was what the doctor needed when she was choking. She clasped the stem of the glass, her fingers briefly brushing against his lower palm and wrist. Something tightened in his chest at the touch, and he relinquished the glass. She was still coughing, but she hesitated in drinking. Itachi saw something pass through her eyes, and they hardened, like she was set to do something unpleasant. They slipped up and connected with his for a fast moment – an eternity – and then she downed the champagne, pulling the glass away from her lips and breathing quietly but heavily, though she no longer coughed.
“We should get you upstairs to lie down, June-chan,” his mother said, the change in name a clear indication that she was closing in on being three sheets to the wind. Itachi wasn’t quite sure she could make it up the stairs to help Fujimiya-sensei.
“I’ll take her, Okaa-sama. You should stay down here and have some water,” Itachi suggested, stepping forward to take Fujimiya-sensei’s hand, his other going to the small of her back, surprised when his hand met warm, smooth skin rather than cold silk. He almost wanted to snatch his hand away, but thought better of it in front of witnesses. He turned to Orochimaru and Kabuto and bowed to them. “I’ll see you gentlemen later.”
“Of course,” Orochimaru said, but Itachi didn’t miss the undertone of anger. He didn’t know what Orochimaru had to be angry about, but it mattered little to him at the moment. He turned Fujimiya-sensei away from the group and led her to the stairs.
“I’m fine, Uchiha-san.”
“I think that’s debatable.”
“Honestly, you should return to the party. I’m fine.”
“I shall do so after I’ve deposited you in a room. Would you like me to find Naruto?” he asked.
“N-no,” she stuttered. Itachi looked at her. Her brow was furrowed in confusion, or worry, rather, and her breathing was still heavy, almost harsh. She stumbled on the next step, causing Itachi to let go of her hand and slip his arm around her waist. He held her against his body, feeling her chest moving up and down erratically.
“Fujimiya-sensei?” She didn’t respond. He was holding her up, and then she went limp in his arms. Itachi’s chest tightened again at the way she was almost lifelessly hanging off his body. Panic started to build. He shook her gently, with no change. “Fujimiya-sensei! Fujimiya… June! June!”
Itachi suddenly found himself in a situation that he didn’t know immediately what to do. The woman he… had come to care for some bit was in some kind of trouble, and he had no idea what to do. What the hell was he supposed to do?!
“June!”

TBC

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now, this is just weird. i kinda want it back the old way (still referring to input text thingy). but... is it too melodramatic? lol well, i think it's less so from June's POV, and you'll get it in two chapters. but for now, thanks for reading! itachi appreciates your support in his hour of need.
(btw, what June says in Chinese up there is "I understand. I speak Chinese, so I understand."
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