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Simple Manipulation	By : itachirockstar Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You followed along behind Itachi silently. He opened a door and motioned for you to go inside. You looked at him curiously. "What's in here?"

Itachi fought to keep a blank expression yet his eyes twitched from an involuntary attempted eye roll. 'Of all the times she decides to question something...' "You'll see." He muttered and shoved you inside. The smell of foam and sweat hit your nose. The weight room.

"We need to talk." Itachi spoke firmly. You turned around. There was very little light from the scarce tiny windows scattered around the room. Once your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you looked up at him.

"About what?"

"Yesterday...and last night." He folded his ams across his chest and walked up to you.

Your eyes widened and you backed away. "I didn't tell her."

"How do I know you didn't plan that?" His voice was laced with doubt, making his words sound like an accusation.

You narrowed your eyes and tensed up. "If you regret what happened last night then just say so."

Itachi forced himself not to smile at your attitude. "If I feel like saying it then I will." He paced a slow, lazy circle around you. "Until then, make sure no one else finds out about that. According to the village laws, you are a minor being only seventeen and I'm an 'adult' since I'm eighteen. Most would consider any sexual contact between us as rape..." He paused as if thinking. "...and being the son of the village's Chief of police, wouldn't look too good either."

Your eyes widened with the realization.

"Ah, so you didn't know how old I was?" He tsked and leaned back against the wall, looking a lot like his father. 'When did he get back over there?' "Well, I know your little loudmouth friend is about Sasuke's age. Everyone in this school knows she's younger than you..." He shook his head. "I don't see how I missed it myself. I didn't think about it until I saw you just now."

You shifted your weight by leaning back on your left leg. You wanted to concentrate on his words...but upon noticing that his his white shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal part of his chiseled chest was a bit distracting. You had to get away from him. "Is that all? Iruka-sensei will eventually notice I'm missing."

His eyes slowly turned red, two glowing orbs of dark red in the partial darkness. "That is not all. We also need to discuss your tutorials."

Your face fell. "I have a 57. What in the world--"

"Come by my house today at five and I'll assess where you are now." He approached you and you started to step back but his warm hand grabbed your arm by the elbow, keeping you in place. "Don't be late. I have other things to do tonight...so we shouldn't be too long."

Your throat dried up suddenly so you could only nod. Itachi's hand let you go and moved up to touch your chin, lifting your face up to look at him. His lips lightly brushed against yours in a chaste kiss. "And for the record...I don't regret anything that concerns you." He murmured against your lips, his forehead touching yours.

He didn't know why he was doing this. He wasn't sure if he had even thought about doing it. His body must have acted on its own accord..but he didn't really care. He hadn't closed his eyes during the kiss, in fact he rarely did. But you did. You had every single time thus far. He figured it to be some sort of automatic involuntary reaction in your body, a habit you had formed on your own. He slowly licked his bottom lip, moistening it. He should have pushed you away. He should have chosen someone else to toy with...but with you...he couldn't do it. It should have been a simple matter, manipulating you the way he originally intended to, but after last night, doing what you did, hearing you cry out in your sleep...he just wasn't that cold-hearted.

No matter how much he wanted to be that way.

*Last Night*

Please....please don't go.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. "Hm?"

"Mom...Daddy..." A soft voice whimpered next to him. Something about that voice...what was it... "Don't leave me here alone." ...Misery.

He turned over on his side and was honestly taken aback by what he saw.

You clutched your pillow tightly as tears leaked out of your closed eyes onto his pillow. "I don't want to be alone."

The last time he had seen someone cry was when Sasuke was about seven years younger (or more) and was afraid of the thunderstorm that was shaking the house. He watched your panic slowly rise yet didn't move. He was curious. You shook your head, burying your face in the pillow then rolling over so that your back was to him. He watched your body shake as you sobbed in your sleep...and for the first time....

ever.............

.......................he felt bad for someone else.

His body moved on its own as he scooted over a bit and turned you over to face him. "(Y/n)."

You didn't wake up yet your arm draped over his waist with the other one curled under you. You automatically pressed your cheek to his chest, directly over his heart. He felt his chest become increasingly wet with your tears yet he didn't mind. He felt every sniffle shake your body. He heard every tearful plea to not be left alone.

But there wasn't a thing he could do.

He could only rub your back and hold you close. Never had he felt so helpless.'

He looked down at your wide, confused eyes...and smirked. 'During that one moment, (y/n) showed me her weakness. Demonstrated it to me with vivid detail. I didn't even have my Sharingan activated and yet it's burned into my mind...If she doesn't want to be alone...then I won't allow her to be unless it's necessary.'

You pulled slowly away from him. "I should go now..."

You turned and ran for the door...and smack into Kohana, knocking her over and falling on her. "This is getting really old really fast, (y/n)."

Before you could respond, hands were on your waist lifting you up and onto your feet. "Birds of a feather flock together." Itachi muttered dryly. "If I affiliate myself with you, (y/n), does this mean I have to acknowledge your counter part as well?" He pointed to Kohana. Insulted, Kohana jumped to her feet and tried to attack him. You grabbed her around the waist and struggled to keep her from reaching him. He sighed. "I guess that's a yes then..."

He turned and walked away with his hands in his pockets. "Don't forget our meeting...(y/n)."

"OMFG! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM--"

"Koh--"

"--I'M GONNA STRANGLE HIS PALE ASS--"

"Cook--"

"--STRING HIM UP BY HIS TOES--"

"Hey!" You narrowly missed her flailing arm.

"--THEN BEAT HIM SENSELESS!!!"

You turned her around to you and shook her hard. "KOHANA!!!"

She stopped and looked at you, blinking rapidly for a second. "Huh?"

"Calm down. We have to get to our next class." She huffed and nodded.

"He's lucky he's so cute or I would've tried to snatch his face off and feed it to Choji."

You scrunched your face up at the graphic image. "Ew. I don't think Choji would have eaten that."

She smiled sweetly...in a sinister way. "He would if you grilled it then covered it with his favorite barbeque sauce." She looked at you. "You don't pay much attention in Home Economics. He tries to put it on everything. Then again...with Itachi in our class, I don't suppose you notice anything beyond him."

"Please. Shut it."

"Okay...fangirl."

"I SAID SHUT IT!!!"

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Itachi took the longest route he knew to get from the gym to his Art class. As one would expect from the "prodigy" of the Uchiha clan, that route navigated him through every hall in the school and when he reached the classroom door, Anko was standing there with her arms folded and a scowl on her face.

"Itachi, hurry--"

"I know. I know." He cut her of then the bell rang and he smirked. "You're a bit too pretty to have such an ugly expression on your face."

She didn't know how to take the backhanded compliment and allowed him to go take his seat. You were already there, sitting quietly at a table with Neji and Shikamaru who were discussing their possible enrollment in the village's ninja academy. Normally Itachi sat at the "time-out" desk Anko had sitting in the corner in the back of the room (knowing he'd eventually do something worth being moved over there) but today...something in him felt like exploring.

You jumped a bit when the chair beside you scraped loudly on the tiled floor and you looked up to see Itachi preparing to sit down. Even the students in the class stopped conversing to look at him. Itachi truly cared less about the rest of the class...but knowing that you were staring at him hard enough to burn a hole in the side of head made him a bit uncomfortable.

"Stop staring at me." He hissed quietly, putting his hands in his pockets and slouching down in his chair. Believing he was speaking directly to them, everyone back to their own conversation and the buzz started up again.

However, you continued to stare. "...Why are you--"

"Because I felt like it." He sighed. His stomach rumbled. "I forgot to eat breakfast...and I have to wait another hour and thirty minutes just for lunch." He cut his eyes at you. To anyone else, it seemed he was angry but you knew the history behind his not eating and merely smiled. He got comfortable and prepared to go to sleep.

"Okay, today we're drawing still life portraits." Anko closed the door as the class groaned. Oh how they missed the days where arguing over converting all schools to ninja schools was the only assignment one worried about. "Hush! Partner up,quickly."

You sighed and put your head down. It was times like these that you missed Kohana's company. She hated being paired off unless it was you. You hated being paired off because no one ever wanted to pair up with you. Every single time the teacher had to force someone to be your partner...and there was nothing worse than being with someone who didn't want to be with you. You closed your eyes and waited for the torment to begin.

Anko watched the students get up and move around. Several girls tried to partner with Itachi but he only shook his head and waved them away. "Itachi. You need a partner."

He looked at her with his bored, charcoal black eyes and frowned as if utterly peeved. "And I have one."

Your eyes popped open. Something about his tone...

"Who?" She looked around the classroom.

You heard the material of Itachi's black cotton button-down shirt move and looked to find him pointing a thumb at you.

Anko nearly fell over on her face from shock. "Y-you picked her?"

Itachi nodded. You didn't know what was more shocking: him picking a partner on his own or someone voluntarily picking you. You decided that him picking you was ultimately the most shocking thing you'd ever seen since Kohana held up her end of the bet she'd placed with you and dyed her hair bubblegum pink for a week and wore teal contacts.

"W-well. Um..." She moved awkwardly. "Take out a sheet of drawing paper from the table cubby holes and a pencil. Today, we'll work on basic facial outlines. No details. Just get the hang of the shapes of the faces like the eyes, nose and lips. Please, no stick figure like sketches. We're beyond that."

He words faded away with one long look at Itachi's face. You tried to focus as he waited patiently, but memories of those soft lips on yours...those dark eyes holding you captive as he--

"I guess I should be the one to draw." He muttered. His pencil practically flew over the paper as you unconsciously continued to stare at him.

Itachi had a talent for sketching. No one knew that except Sasuke, whom had occasionally been the subject Itachi chose to sketch, especially when he was younger. He liked the faraway look in your eyes. Of course it was obvious your mind really was elsewhere...but he couldn't recall it being so...captivating. Just begging to be inked on paper. You blinked slowly, completely and hopelessly lost in your own daydream. He tapped your arm and you jumped.

"Huh?"

"I'm done." He slid his paper to you. You almost screamed out in horror upon seeing a sloppy kindergarten-level drawing of what surely couldn't have been you. Without thinking about it, you popped his forearm hard.

"WHAT IS THIS?!?!"

Itachi unconsciously rubbed the stinging spot. "You staring at me."

At this you put your head down on the table, completely forgetting whom you were speaking to. "Fuck you too."

Itachi smirked. From his slouched position, he could see directly into the cubby hole in front of him...and the detailed finished portrait of you.

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Itachi watched as you stared at the basic algebraic problem he'd created. It would've taken him a minute--sixty seconds exactly--to have solved it. You had no clue where to start. "(Y/n). You can start now."

"I'm...thinking." You muttered. He nodded. It hadn't even taken him five minutes to figure out what your problem was. He was sure that around the time they were being taught the basics of algebra that you were going through your loss. All you needed was to be taught that again and you should be fine since you picked up geometry with no problem.

"Here." He leaned over you and took the pencil. "When it comes to algebra, it's all about balance. Both sides must be equal. Don't let the 'x' confuse you. This isn't English. 'X' is merely a place holder for the magic number needed to make both sides equal."

You donned a surprised expression. "Oh. Okay..."

"So I know what you need help with. I'll ask Sasuke for his Algebra notes and tomorrow and Saturday we can spend our time going over what he has."

You blushed. "Remedial tutoring?"

Itachi nodded. "I'm sure you missed the more important things needed to understand what we're learning now when your parents...passed away."

Automatically your smiled faded at the mention of your parents and you nodded solemnly. "I guess I'll go now."

He bit the inside of his lip and nodded, not really wanting to see you go. You stood and gathered your math book, putting your papers inside of it. "Goodbye, Itachi."

Impulse seized Itachi and he pushed you up against the wall, next to the door. He leaned close enough for you to feel his lips barely brush yours as his breath tickled your upper lip. "Never say 'goodbye' to me...it seems like you have no intention of seeing me again."

Your heart was beating so hard that it made your body tremble as you nodded. "O-okay."

He cursed himself for scaring you like that. His hand touched your cheek softly, signaling you to look up into his blazing red eyes. "I apologize for that...but I don't like the thought of you not returning to me." The pad of his thumb caressed your cheek, reminding him of your first kiss with him. "(Y/n)..." He whispered speaking more to himself than to you. "You're a cruel person. I'm not supposed to care about you...yet you've tricked me into doing so. I wasn't supposed to want you in any manner...yet the thought of you..." His words trailed off as he gently pressed his lips against yours in a slow, romantic kiss. Without intending to, you leaned forward to apply pressure to the kiss...as one would do to a bleeding wound. He was bleeding...emotionally. You were lost in time. 'When did he...for how long has he...'

"Itachi--"

He pulled back just enough to turn his head to the intruder.

Sasuke blinked several times in confusion. Here his brother was, someone he had sworn was gay...or at least asexual, kissing a girl in his bedroom. "Um..."

"What do you want?" Itachi asked in a flat, emotionless voice.

"Dad said the meeting starts in about ten minutes. You need to be on your way now."

You focused on staring at Itachi's collar. "Thank you. Tell him I'm leaving now...and next time please knock first."

Sasuke shrugged and backed out of the door. "I wasn't...I didn't...Naruto owes me money!" He stammered closing the door.

Itachi turned back to you, studying your embarrassed expression. "Heh." He leaned back and stood straight. "I'll walk with you to your house."

You nodded as he opened the door and motioned for you to go ahead. You both walked past Sasuke and their mom who were in the kitchen chopping up vegetables for their dinner. She saw you and smiled warmly. "Oh and whom might this lovely lady be?" She dried her hands on her apron and made her way over towards you both.

"Oh God..." Itachi complained under his breath. She extended her hand out to you and you took it.

"I'm the boys' mother, Uchiha Mikoto." She smiled brightly and you couldn't help but return it.

"Hello, my name is (y/n). Itachi's my tutor."

Her eyes lit up. "My little weasel is a tutor!"

Itachi looked like he wanted to shrivel up and die. This made you smile even bigger just because he was actually embarrassed. "Yes he is. In less than five minutes he figured out what I needed help with."

Mikoto elbowed you playfully and winked. "Maybe one day you two can date seriously? You two make a cute couple."

This did nothing to help Itachi's expression and made your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. "Maybe." You shrugged taking your only opportunity to humiliate the older son.

"Let's. Go." Itachi spoke evenly through gritted teeth, steering towards the front door and away from his troublesome mother.

"Bye!!!" Mikoto called down the hall.

"See you later, Mrs. Uchiha!!!"

Itachi all but shoved you out the door after you both slid your shoes on. "You both sicken me."

You couldn't help but smile and tease him. "But Itachi-san! Wouldn't you love to play house with me? You can be the daddy and I can be the mommy," you touched his cheek then yours while talking in a baby voice, "and we can have little babies."

This time Itachi did his best to roll his eyes. Unfortunately it also earned him a headache. "You two are sick individuals."

You genuinely pouted as you both walked side by side. "Does that thought really make you feel that way?"

He didn't respond. You turned towards your front door and kept going, not even looking back to say bye to him. Your hand landed on the doorknob...and his on your wrist. "You're rude. You weren't going to kiss me?"

You spun around and looked up at him, shocked that you hadn't heard him follow you. Before you could respond, he crushed your lips with another kiss. About a minute or two later, he put his hands on your shoulders and slowly pushed away. "Itachi."

"If you don't mind, could you wait for me in the morning? I'd like to walk to school with you."

You nodded.

"See you later." He turned and walked away.

"See you." You murmured to his back, fingertips lightly touching your lips in memory.

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Itachi approached the Nakano Temple feeling a bit...odd. Something didn't sit right with him. "Itachi."

He saw his father standing by the front door waiting on him. 'Jeez...I wish he wouldn't do that so much.' "Father."

He followed the man in silence as Fugaku led him inside. Expecting to see the others he'd been told would be there, he instead found an empty room. Before he could inquire, his father squatted down and tapped the floor. Quickly the mat was lifted, revealing a room below them. Fugaku motioned for Itachi to go first and Itachi lowered himself down through the floor. The room was small and crowded with about fifteen other members of their clan...all male.

"Itachi." Someone spoke and the men merely stared at him. Fugaku dropped down beside him.

"Why are we here?" Itachi didn't take his eyes off the men in front of him.

"Because we need you, Itachi." A hand rested on his shoulder. "We have a mission for you...we need you to be our inside connection to the village."
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