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Of Rivalries and Kitties	By : xxUchihacest Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: I really hope you like this story! Um, I'm not sure if the idea has been used before, but I hope not! haha.
Well, han-neko would be like hanyou I guess, which means half demon. Well, then, han-neko would mean half cat.... The idea came to me when my little sister got a kitten for Christmas. It's so cute, but so damn needy! I just thought this would be a neat idea.
Warnings: Yaoi, shouta-isms, bad language. OoC-ness.
Pairings: Itachi/han-neko!Sasuke. Kyuubi/han-neko!Naruto. one-sided Kyuubi+Itachi chemistry.
Summary: A young president decides to walk through a park to clear his head, but ends up being followed and must make a decision.

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Of Rivalries and Kitties

Chapter 01

The cool night air did wonders to quell Itachi�s temperament. Walking through the Konoha National Park had been the better alternative to taking a limo back home. The last thing he needed was to sit in silence listening to his homicidal thoughts and inhaling the heavy scent of expensive leather.
Uchiha Itachi wasn�t insane, but he was a genius. Perhaps the proverbial fine line between genius and insanity was just a bit too fine in his case. At 20 he had already graduated from college and had inherited his birth right to the Uchiha financial empire. His childhood had been anything but normal. Since he was as young as 4, he had been bombarded with tutors and lessons in etiquette. He had occasionally followed his father to work and attended his mother�s tea parties. Itachi was indeed well-bred, and his life had been perfect until he had witnessed the brutal murder of his parents when he was 13. He hadn�t cried or shown any signs of compassion since then. Those who knew him were either afraid of him or hated him, and the former greatly outnumbered the latter. Itachi, currently 28, was a rising business mogul; for not only did he have the intelligence for his profession, he was also very handsome, and if one wasn�t pleased with Itachi�s hardball ways then he would be pleased with Itachi�s looks. He stood at 6�1� and had pale skin and long, black hair. He had a slender frame from years of discipline, and it was far from effeminate. His most striking feature was his eyes, however, with long thick lashes and pitch black irises.
Itachi was a young president who liked � no, who had � to be in control, so it was natural for him to want to strange something when an employee decides to steal information from him and sell it to his rival. Itachi actually had that employee taken care of, but that hadn�t changed the fact that Uzumaki Incorporated had a nice file of Itachi�s clients in their possession.
The two presidents couldn�t stand each other. It was impossible. Not �near� impossible; not �possibly� impossible, but impossible. The rivalry between the Uzumaki and Uchiha families was ingrained in each member with a new vengeance every generation to the point where being in the same city as the other was like asking for death. Itachi�s father and grandfather hadn�t told him the reason for the rivalry, and he presumed that they probably didn�t know, but he knew it had to be over some trivial matter. What made it worse was that the latest generation of the two families were of two males who were of the same age, and quite equally matched.
An obnoxious musical tune suddenly started playing, and Itachi reached into his coat pocket for his cell phone. He knew whom that ring tone belonged to. He had deliberately assigned it to him for a reason.
�What is it, Uzumaki?� Itachi ground out angrily.
=You sound upset, Itachi-kun,= Uzumaki replied teasingly. Itachi could just imagine the redhead�s self-satisfied grin and predatory fangs.
�Shouldn�t I be? You have some of my most very confidential information. It amazes me how that treacherous idiot gained access to it in the first place.� Itachi knew quite a bit about computers, and the security around those types of files was top-notch. �I don�t suppose you promised you�d sleep with him, or did you already? I know you prefer physical transaction more than monetary ones.�
There was a low growl. =Isn�t being a slut your day job? Who do you spread your pretty legs for, hm, Itachi-kun? Is it�= Itachi heard the muffled sound of shuffling papers. =Rei Pain? Or is it Rinnegan Nagato? You�re associated with a lot of popular figures. And quite a few notorious ones as well.=
�You fucking bastard,� Itachi hissed into the phone, glancing around the park in case anyone was close enough to eavesdrop. �I�ll kill you one of these days. I swear it.�
Uzumaki laughed, unaffected. =Aren�t you going to ask me what I want in exchange for these?=
�You only wanted them for blackmail?� Itachi was taken off guard. �Idiot, only you would do something so foolish.� He knew that those files could be valuable to Uzumaki�s firm. Hell, Uzumaki could blackmail everyone on the list, but Itachi didn�t want to think what would happen to himself by then. �Fine. How much do you want?�
=Ah, remember? I dislike monetary transactions.= Uzumaki�s voice was husky on the other end, and Itachi glared at a blade of grass.
Not deciding to dignify that last statement with a reply, he promptly hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket.
Despite the so-called �rivalry� between the two families, Uzumaki Kyuubi liked to make a habit of coming onto Itachi, and Itachi absolutey hated it; it only served to fuel his dislike for the Uzumaki even more. Kyuubi had a reputation for being a sexual predator, for a lack of a better title. The man was insatiable, and at every dignitary event he would bring a different woman each time, as a starlet would wear a different dress to every movie premier. Itachi found it highly distasteful and would hope that Kyuubi would contract every STD possible and then some, but the bastard would keep coming back looking healthier and lustful each time Itachi saw him. Perhaps attempting to get into a sexual tryst with him was Kyuubi�s way of irritating Itachi to no end. But in either case, it was working. Itachi just wanted to acquiesce if only to get Kyuubi vulnerable so that he could cut his dick off anf choke him with it.
Itachi�s fading anger came back again, and he cursed the last Uzumaki to hell. He continued walking through the trail.
There was a rustle in the bushes independent of the autumn breeze. Itachi figured that it was just a rabbit on the same track as him, but then he heard soft voices.
�Ne, Sasuke. I�m hungry.�
�Can you shut up, Naruto? There�s someone there!� a voice hissed back angrily. The rustling suddenly stopped, as if nothing had happened. Itachi stared at the bushes for a moment longer. The voices sounded like they belonged to children, and despite the fact that he was genetically and inclined to being cold hearted, he couldn�t seem to move on so quickly. He turned away a moment later and continued on.
But with every step he took after that he felt that he was being followed. He didn�t hear the bushes rustle anymore, but he knew that the two that he had overheard earlier were tracking him. Itachi didn�t change his pace though, and once he was out of the trail and into the clearing, he turned around.
There squatting precariously on the ground was a han-neko. Itachi blinked, surprised and oddly curious. He had seen them before, especially at rather highly erotic business meetings, but never one out in the open. They were expensive and rare, only belonging to the richest men and women of the age. They were bred in secret, and Itachi knew of only one breeder to exist in Japan, and he was wealthy enough to by the entire country. Itachi didn�t know just how they were created or where they had come from exactly, but they were genetically engineered to serve one purpose: pleasure.
This one had messy blond hair and triangular golden ears. The furs of his long tail were bristled due to being startled. He had large, frightened blue eyes and tanned skin. His nails were small but sharp where they dug into the dirt, and Itachi suddenly grew wary of them, but the creature seemed so tiny. Standing, he would probably be about four feet tall.
They stared at each other for a moment longer. Itachi found for the first time in his life that he didn�t know what to do. He had never handled one before, but by reading its body language, he knew that the creature would flee if he made any sudden movements. What was he doing out here, Itachi had to wonder. He was wearing a baggy orange shirt and short blue shorts, but he had no collar. Did he even belong to anyone?
But the little han-neko startled Itachi by relaxing and scooting closer, still squatted precariously on the ground. The golden tail swished slightly, its furs returning to their normal state. Obviously, he didn�t feel so threatened by Itachi, and Itachi felt like stomping his foot to prove him wrong. But as the seconds passed he could tell why people were so enchanted by han-nekos. They were quite cute. After all, they were humans with all the markings of a feline and rather lustful. Itachi had seen older ones, but not often. They were more desired young.
�We�re lost,� the han-neko said quietly, his ears dropping slightly. �Can we go home with you?�
Itachi quirked a brow. This one was rather bold, though he was demure at the same time. His pupils were dilated in the dim light, and the pleading affect was enhanced ten fold. Itachi wasn�t an animal person, but he didn�t dislike them. He just didn�t know how to take care of one. Apparently, other than water and food, they required affection. And this han-neko had to belong to someone. Itachi didn�t want to get caught in that mess.
�I have a dog at home,� he lied. �Look for someone else.�
�Ah, but we�ve been lost for,� the han-neko lifted a hand to count with his fingers. �Four days!� He stretched out his hand to indicate the number. �And we haven�t eaten. And I�m really hungry!� The last syllable was drawn out in a whine, and his ears drooped farther. Itachi could see why the owner might have let him go.
�Oh, and who�s �we�?� Itachi asked, looking past the creature before him. �How many more of you are there?�
�Ah!� The blond�s mood seem to pick up, as did his ears. �Ne, Sasuke!� he called to the bushes on his left. �You can come out. I think he�ll take us home.�
�I didn�t say that!� Itachi interjected. �Wait a minute!� But the blonde was already standing and reaching into the tall bushes. There was a slight struggle, but the golden han-neko succeeded and pulled out his companion.
Itachi�s next words stopped in his throat. This han-neko had pale milky skin and blue-black hair and fur. His face was slightly flushed, as if embarrassed, and Itachi found himself wanting to reach out and touch him. His bangs were obscuring his face, but Itachi could see his lowered black eyes and pink lips. He was clothed in a high collared black shirt and white shorts. Looking at the two han-nekos together, they looked as if they came as a pair. Itachi honestly couldn�t believe what he was seeing.
�Don�t pull so hard,� the dark haired han-neko scolded, but he made no efforts to free himself. His smooth tail curled just above the ground, and his ears were pointed back.
�It�s just me and Sasuke,� the blond said brightly to Itachi. �My name is Naruto.�
Itachi looked at Sasuke one last time but gave no expression. Now he definitely had to belong to someone. Maybe the both of them belonged to one person, which would mean trouble (or possibly death). Before Itachi was certain of what he was doing, he reached for his phone and called his driver.

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