Tuesday 12 August 2014

Itachi Uchiha one shot - Of Secret Looks and Stolen Kisses (non-lemon)

Alright Everyone! This is the -non lemon- version of the other story I have posted under the same name. I don't do this for all my lemon stories, but I felt that I liked the plot enough to make this one for those of you who want to skip over the lemon versions. If you've stumbled across this and want to read the lemon version, look on my lemon page and it'll be right there.
Also I know I cheated, using the same picture for both versions, but hey, they're the same story, let's keep some continuity here.
As always, Read, Comment, and Enjoy!
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                “Lady Tsunade!” The Hokage’s sleeping form snapped to attention at the urgency in Shizune’s voice. “There was a woman found in the forest outside the village!”
                “What? What village is she from?”
                “We don’t know my lady, she’s in the hospital, she won’t wake up.”
                Tsunade was all business, focused as she strode to the hospital room where the woman was laying. The first thing that Tsunade noticed was her youth, she was more a girl than a woman, she could barely be 20. Her hair was bright and shimmered like copper, but her skin was pale as if she was under some strain. The second thing Tsunade noticed was the overly large bump on the girl. “She’s pregnant.” Tsunade murmured, before resuming her professional status and checking the girl for injuries.
                “I can’t tell that anything’s wrong with her. She’s got a nasty bruise on her forehead, but other than that she’s just… asleep.” The matter was truly puzzling, Tsunade had never seen anything like it. Next she moved on to see the status of the baby.
                It was a girl, a very large healthy girl. “Can we try and get the parentage of the child? If we find the name of the father we could find their village of origin.” Tsunade said.
                “We’ve already run tests, the results should be ready in a few days.” Shizune answered. Tsunaade pat the girls hand sympathetically, the poor girl must have been through some ideal, but she needed to wake up. The baby would be ready any day now.
                “I want her monitored at all times.” Tsunade ordered to the doctors, “alert me if anything happens.”

***

                “Lade Tsunade! She’s awake!”
                Tsunade raced to the hospital where the girl was sitting up, handing a glass back to a nurse. As she entered the girls bright blue eyes flickered to her. Tsunade sat next to her and everyone else slowly shuffled out of the room.
                “What’s your name?” Tsunade asked gently.
                “Yours first.” The girl countered, a slight challenge in her eyes.
                “My name is Lady Tsunade, I am the hokage of the Leaf Village, we found you unconscious on our borders, do you remember how you got here?” Tsunade kept her voice as gentle as she could, but as she spoke she could see fear mounting in the girls eyes.
                “I’m in the Leaf Village?”
                “Yes. Is it far from your home?”
                The girl cast her eyes downwards and did not answer.
                “Do you have a name of the father of your child? Maybe we could contact him?”
                The girl raised her tearing eyes to Tsunade, “get out.”
                “We’re only trying to-”
                “Get out!” She roared, tears falling from her angry eyes and staining her cheeks. Tsunade sighed and left, she would come back later when the girl had calmed down.
                “Keep an eye on her.” She said to the doctors.

***

                “Have you calmed down enough to tell me your name?” Tsunade asked as she reentered the girls room.               
                A wry smile twisted the girls lips, “not interested.”
                “What?” Tsunade asked, slowly moving closer to sit on the chair beside her.
                “My name,” The girl muttered, “my name is not interested.”
                “Look I’m going to be serious with you here,” Tsunade said, trying to make the girl grasp the situation. “Your baby could be born any day now, we don’t know what village you came from, and we don’t know the father of the child you are carrying. We don’t know how you got that bruise on your forehead and we don’t know how you ended up unconscious on our doorstep. We need you to start giving us some answers.”
                “You’re wasting your time. Just let me go.”         
                “Not in your condition.”
                “My condition? I’m pregnant! It’s not an injury.”
                “I am not letting you leave this hospital, end of discussion.”
                “Then consider this the end of any discussion you want to have with me.” The girl said, her voice unwavering and her eyes frozen.
                Tsunade sighed and left the room, making a note to post guards on the doors so she didn’t escape. There was something about this girl that wasn’t right. She was hiding something big.

***

                “Come on Nana! Push!” Tsunade yelled over the girls screams. For the past few days the girl had kept to her word and refused to speak to her, or say anything at all. A few of the nurses had taken to calling her Nanashi, meaning nameless. Tsunade had frowned on it at first, but then found herself using it.
                Nanashi threw her head back and screamed, her body arching from the bed.
                “Nana, calm down.” Tsunade ordered, “listen to me, you have to push!” The baby had come too soon, Nanashi wasn’t dilated enough. They had been at this for hours already, but Tsunade could feel that the baby was almost out. She was grateful, Nana’s small body couldn’t take much more of this.
                The poor girl screamed again, but this was a more focused scream, a scream of determination. She grit her teeth and tried again, and again. “Push!”
                “I am pushing!” She yelled, before going again.
                Shizune burst through the doors, her eyes wide and worried. She made it to Tsunades side and whispered in her ear, “My lady, you have to come with me.”
                “I’m a bit busy at the moment.” She grit back, “keep pushing Nana.” Tsunade saw a tuft of dark hair and then the baby slid into her waiting hands. Nana collapsed on the bed, her breathing heavy and exhausted. Tsunade sympathised, this was a big baby, and Nana was only a small girl.
                “It’s the baby, we’ve found out who the father is.” Shizune whispered, her eyes flickering to Nanashi who seemed to be staring unseeingly at the ceiling. Tsunade cut the cord and turned, Shizune never danced around the point like this, this information had to be massive.
                “Who?”
                Shizune seemed reluctant to say it, looking down at the results in her hand, and then to the mewling baby in Tsunade’s arms.
                “Hey, Hokage, give me my baby.” Nanashi seemed to have recovered and was now looking at Tsunade with a worried expression. It intensified by the second, “Tsunade, hand me my baby.” She repeated.
                “Shizune, who is it?” Tsunade ordered. She stared at the wriggling black haired girl in her arms, such a small thing to cause such a fuss.
                Shizune hung her head, “Uchiha Itachi.”

***

Two years earlier.
                Itachi watched as Deidara sat a few seats down from him. The akatsuki was currently holed up in a dingy rain village bar. Itachi was drinking silently, but he watched his fellow comrades as they slowly fell into a drunken stupor. His current observation was Deidara, the man about to attempt to pick up a girl. Itachi had to admit, Deidara had good taste with this one. Her shimmering copper hair cascaded around her shoulders. Her thin but fit build suggested years of ninja work. Her lips were tilted in a cupids bow, and glistening as she tipped her head back to get the remnants of her drink.
                Deidara motioned for the bartender to make her another, and then he spoke.
                “You don’t look like you’re around here often, what village did you come from?”
                She cast a quick glance in his direction, looking him up and down before obviously deciding that he wasn’t worth her time.
                “I live not far from here, in a village named out of your league.”               
                Itachi let out a tiny smirk that only grew larger as Deidara walked away, knowing he was going to get nowhere with her. Itachi watched her out of the corner of his eye, watched her neck elongate as she drank. Watched her long thin fingers wrap around the glass, watched the condensation drip, rolling down the side of the glass before meeting her finger, leaving a drop of moisture. He watched her lift that finger and absent-mindedly suck the side of it for the briefest of seconds before placing it back around the glass.
                Before he could make a conscious thought, his body was filling the seat emptied by Deidara only moments ago. The bartender handed him a new drink and Itachi nodded in thanks. He rarely drank alcohol, and although he could handle his liquor, maybe that was the reason for his brashness. Maybe, or maybe it was just the fact that he was a man. He spent so much time with his male akatsuki teammates, so much time planning for Sasuke, so much time training that he had almost forgotten what it was like. The pounding of need, the heightened sense, and the ever watching eyes. He had almost forgotten, but damn it he was a man, and true men never forget.
                “Not interested.” Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked at her from his drink, only to find that she was staring straight forward. “My name,” she continued, “it’s not interested, before you bother asking.”
                He chuckled, “I didn’t ask.”
                This seemed to throw her off guard. “So you just felt like moving seats?” She asked sarcastically, recovering smoothly.
                “So you knew where I was sitting? That means you were watching me.” Itachi said, amused.
                Her eyes narrowed in confusion, he could see that he had thrown her back on her heels. “I know who you are Itachi, so forgive me for watching where you sit.”
                He rolled his eyes, of course she would take notice of where the murderer sat, everyone in this bar probably knew where he was sitting.
                “He was right.” Itachi nodded at Deidara who had moved to a new target, “you’re not from the rain village.”
                “Neither are you.” She countered.
                “I’m from the leaf village.” He said
                “I know.”
                “Well it seems rude that you know so much when I know so little.”
                He could see a small smile fighting to break through and eventually she sighed and took a drink, “My name is Calypso, most people call me Cali, I’m originally from the mist.”
                “So you’re a mercenary then.”
                She glanced at him, “to put it bluntly, yes.”
                Cali had to admit, she was intrigued. She had heard rumours of the unholy strength of the Uchiha, and here he was trying to pick her up in a bar. She had never actually seen him before, but right now she was fighting hard to keep her eyes pointed at the space in front of her and not let them veer to her left where he was sat. She had to continue to appear uninterested. It was harder than she expected, because even from the corner of her eye she could see the darkness of his hair, and the strength of his jaw. He was the human manifestation of moonlight hanging in a cold winter sky. She watched the muscles on his forearm twitch as he picked up his glass. Focus Cali, she told herself, he might just be looking for you to take a job. She was used to employers taking this approach, approaching her in a bar and trying to smooth talk their way in. Until this Uchiha revealed his intentions she would not make the first move.
                The bartender looked and saw the two were nearing the end of their drinks. He quickly refilled them, receiving a nod from both in return.
                “Are you on business now?” Itachi asked her.
                “Not at the moment, but you never know when jobs come up.” She sipped her drink, and Itachi noticed she was drinking slower than she was before. Trying to keep herself sharp and focused. Itachi grinned internally, he was doing the same.
                Looking around the bar he noticed his teammates had left, most likely to rent rooms for the night to spend with their prizes.
                “Your friends are all gone.” Cali commented.
                “I’m glad, the place is quieter now.”
                “You prefer quietness?” She asked, a tad startled. If he preferred the quiet then why was he in the S-rank criminal lifestyle?
                “I do.” He replied.
                They sat there, silently drinking. Occasionally they would flip a topic between them, but mainly there was silence, a fact Itachi greatly appreciated.
                Eventually he stood, “I should be going.”
                She looked at him in surprise, “that’s it? You’re not going to hire me or try to seduce me?” Why had he sat by her for so long?
                He looked at her in amusement, “would you like me to?” He chuckled at her confused face, “Enjoy your stay, Calypso.”

***

Present Day
                “What are your relations with Uchiha Itachi?” Tsunade asked.     
                “Give me my child!” Cali yelled.
                “Do you know his location?”
                “You can’t keep my child from me!”
                Tsunade stood in frustration. She was getting nowhere with Nanashi, they hadn’t even found out her name yet. She refused to tell them anything about herself, or Itachi, and Tsunade had ordered that the child be looked after by someone else until the girl could be deemed safe. It was a hard decision to make, keeping a child away from it’s mother, and it only seemed to be angering Nanashi, but it was the decision Tsunade deemed safest. Until they had an idea of who this girl was and what she was capable of, it was best to keep the child out of harm’s way.

***

1 year ago
                Cali trudged back to her apartment in the Mist village. She had been gone for a while, this last job had taken more out of her than expected. Her boots let out puffs of dust with every footfall, and when she reached her home should couldn’t be more glad.
                Except for one thing.
                The unlocked, and open window on the second floor.
                Sighing, she unsheathed the blade from her back and crept into the house. All she wanted was to go to sleep, some breakfast and a bath when she woke up. It wasn’t much to ask for. What she wasn’t in the mood for was creeping around her house looking for whoever had broken in.
                “Come on out you bastard,” She called, “I know you’re around somewhere.”
                Her quickly dying patience was growing thin, and soon she was boldly walking around, looking through each room with purpose. She didn’t try to hide her footsteps. She would find whoever it was, kill them, and then sleep. Good plan.
                The last room was her bedroom, and there she found her trespasser. Not quite believing her eyes, she sheathed her blade. Itachi’s forehead was hot, and his breathing was shallow, but he didn’t seem to be too injured, just plain exhausted. Pushing him over she crept under the blankets next to him. She was too tired to do anything tonight, she would deal with him in the morning.
                She awoke with the feel that eyes were watching her. Lurching out of bed she saw a set of blood red sharingan focused on her from the chair across the room, “Oh it’s just you Itachi, you scared the crap out of me.” She let herself fall back on the bed. “What are you doing in my house anyway, and why did you leave the window open? That just looks like a pathetic rookie mistake.”
                She closed her eyes and waited for his response.
                “Didn’t you have a job in sand country?” He asked.
                “It fell through, the fighting ended before I could get there so I just came home. How do you know about that anyway?” Realisation started to prickle in her mind and she leaned up on her elbows and looked at the expressionless Uchiha.
                “You’ve been using my house when I’m away.” She accused, knowing that she was right. “You ate my cheese, I knew I hadn’t eaten it all!”
                “Your house is conveniently located, and anonymous. When I have business in the area, and assuming you are not home, I use your house as base.” He finally explained.
                “Ugh,” she collapsed back down, “you could have just asked, I wouldn’t have minded you know. Anyway, come here, you looked like you needed medical.” She said, sitting up and gesturing for him to sit on the bed.
                After a long glare between them, he sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, knowing it would be more trouble than it’s worth to refuse her. She began to remove his cloak when his hand grasped hers. “I can tell your back’s injured, I’m not an idiot, let me have a look.” She chastised him, and he removed his hand. He felt strangely, naked, as he sat before her. Her eyes missed nothing, and her fingers felt every scar as they traced his back.
                “Jesus, do you ever relax?” She said, “you’re tenser than anything back here! And who on earth patched you up? These stitches are pathetic. Hold on, I’ll redo them for you.” She hopped off the bed and pad off on light feet to the bathroom. She came back with a box of supplies and nestled herself behind him. She pressed an ice pack into his hand, “this will help that pounding headache of yours.” Then she placed something warm over each shoulder and Itachi could feel the heat spreading throughout his muscles. “There’s no way I can sew these up properly when you’re tensed like this, everything will set wrong, I need you to relax Itachi.” She said the words but could tell he didn’t really comprehend them. Her callused fingers pressed into his back and he involuntarily arched forward just enough for her to notice. Grinning, she continued until his back was satisfactory. It was nowhere near relaxed, but she supposed this was as loose as his muscles had ever been.
                Quickly she cut his last sets of stitches and pulled them out. The room was quiet except for the snipping of scissors and the soft sound as the material was dropped in a bowl. Itachi closed his eyes as he felt a warm damp cloth press onto each wound, slowly cleaning each one.
                “And sterilise time.” She warned him. He felt a cold liquid trickle down his back before it met each cut in a blistering pain.
                “What are you using, acid?” He growled sarcastically.
                “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m a professional. It’s vodka, want a sip?” The bottle was held beside his face and he took it, if only to have something to do with his hands. There were sharp pricks now, each time she thread the needle through his skin, but it was nothing compared to what he had been through before. He sat patiently for her to finish, twirling the bottle in his hands.
                “And that’s it.” She said proudly, admiring her handiwork. “Any more? You can’t just have done your back.”
                “I’m fine.” He said, going to grab his cloak and shrug it back on before she saw-
                “Fine except for that on your chest!” She exclaimed, forcing back down onto the bed. “Stay.” She commanded, looking at him until she was sure he was going to comply. She straddled his knees just to make sure he stayed until she was done, and then began the process again. It was different this time, with them facing each other. Cali wasn’t sure if she should look at his face or not, so she kept her gaze on her hands where they massaged his chest muscles. She could feel him under her fingertips, a tightly wound mass of twisting iron that she was slowly trying to coerce to play nice with her.
                “You really should try to relax you know. You’re movement is limited when your muscles are like this.” She said, not expecting a response. She felt him slow his breathing to try and work with her, and she felt her heart warm at the gesture.
                “You’re different than you were at the bar.” He said as she snipped through the poorly sewn stitches.
                “So are you.” She said, soaking the newly opened wounds with the warm rag. They stayed silent as she took the bottle from his hand and poured it over his chest. Once she had begun stitching he spoke again.
                “Why?”
                “Why am I different now?” She asked, he nodded. “Well I thought you were trying to hire me, no one wants a talkative merc. And then when you didn’t say anything I thought you were trying to seduce me, and I wanted to see how far you’d go.” She said this idly, as if she were commenting on the weather as she sewed up his chest. Finally finished she soaked up the excess blood with the rag and then looked up for the first time.
                She caught a glimpse of dark eyes before lips pressed themselves to hers. They weren’t demanding, or harsh, they were more of a question than that. A simple, honest question. The rag trailed up his body as her hands looped around his neck and her lips responded. His hands entangled themselves in her hair, and the kiss grew faster. Their tongues danced and their lips met. Skin met skin as they pressed each other close, clinging to each other. Itachi rolled her, and his hot body lay atop hers, his heavy weight encompassing her and filling her world with him.
                Seconds passed, and then she felt a cold wind wrap around her. Itachi was stood at the window, cloak in place and eyes red with the sharingan fire burning bright in them. “I can’t,” was all he said before he was gone.

***

Present Day
                “Lady Tsunade, the baby is refusing to eat.”       
                Tsunade sighed, rubbing her temples. This girl was causing more problems than she had anticipated. She strode to the room where the girl was still being kept and shut the doors behind her.
                “Your name and village.”
                The girl simply looked at her.
                “Tell us your name and village of origin, and I will let you hold your baby.” Tsunade knew it was a dirty trick, she felt filthy using something this low but she was out of options other than throwing her to Ibiki. She could see it was working, the girls eyes were filled with longing, as any mothers would be.
                “Calypso, of the Mist.” She whispered, not meeting Tsunade’s eyes. Heavy guilt poured through Tsunade, clutching at her throat as she took the baby from Shizune and handed her to Calypso.
                Calypso’s eyes lit up, her whole body seemed to relax as the small baby gurgled in her arms.
                “She looks like her father.” Tsunade said in a kind voice, and then realised she probably shouldn’t have said anything at all. Calypso simply met her eyes and with a warm smile she replied,
                “She does.”
                Tsunade pulled up a chair next to the bed. “Have you named her yer?”
                “Kasai. Uchiha Kasai.” Calypso grinned at the wry smile on Tsunade’s face. A child to fan the flames. How fitting.

***

Eight months ago            
Calypso woke and jumped out of her covers, ready to defend herself. Her fists dropped as she saw the tall raven haired man stood, soaking wet, at her open window.
“Itachi, what’s going-” Her onslaught of questions spluttered out as itachi’s lips descended on hers with furious need. His hands cupped her jaw with bruising force, but she could barely feel it. Her mind was too far away in the dripping locks of hair that tickled her forehead, in the feet that were slowly walking backwards towards her bed, in the lips that caught and pulled at her own.
She fell backwards onto her bed and Itachi was right there with her, his body pressing close to hers as if it were his lifeline, his hands still gripping her. As hard as it was, Cali forced herself to break away from him, and saw the flash of hurt and rejection in his eyes. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt his weight lift. He wasn’t getting away that easily.
“Itachi.” She murmured, “Itachi look at me.”
His fiery eyes met hers and her heart broke with the lonliness she saw there. He had opened himself to her, had trusted her with his messed up life, had tore down every wall he had built. He was back to being that child who needed companionship, that boy who needed love. He had found it all in her.
Calypso slowly kissed his lips, a kiss that spread warmth through them both, and let them know that they understood each other.
“Itachi, look at me.” She repeated against his lips, “really look.” And then he understood. There was still one barrier, one wall he had left up. One sign that blared out that he was still hiding in the shell of an akatsuki. Slowly his eyes dimmed until she was looking into the dark eyes she had glimpsed at before. She gave him one simple kiss, thank you.
Later that night, Calypso woke to find herself in a sleeping embrace, Itachi’s arms thrown over her. She was hot, incredibly hot, but she fell back asleep, not wanting it any other way.
***

6 months ago.
                Calypso had been waiting for Itachi to show up again. Things had been hard for the akatsuki recently, Itachi had to be careful. She was waiting, mulling in her mind what to tell him. Should she tell him? Of course she should. She had already had this argument with herself and didn’t want to re-live it. She should have known that his eyes missed nothing, when he appeared in front of her his eyes were concerned.
                “Calypso what’s wrong?”
                “I’m pregnant.” She blurt out, hating herself for being so awful with words. But then again, she found out in a bathroom so why should he have it easy?
                The corners of his lips twitched in a smile and then broke, and then twitched again. It was as if he was unsure what to feel, “you’re sure?”
                “Completely.” She replied. She watched his face for any sign of rejection, and wasn’t prepared for when his lips crashed down onto hers. They fell backwards onto the couch but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed her over and over, a smile on his face and a hand on her belly.
                Later, they sat and discussed the issue.
                “What do you think he’ll look like?” she mused.
                “No one can know she’s mine.” He said firmly.
                “She?” Calypso asked innocently, focusing on the twitch of his lips instead of the flash of his eyes as she missed the point of his sentence.
                “Do you understand Cali? If anyone finds out you’re carrying my child-”
                “Yeah I know itachi.” She said solemnly. “but it’s not like I can just give birth in a ditch and enrol him in a school along the way, we need a village.” Both of them knew this to be true, but also an impossible task. Her mercenary work had taken her to most of the shinobi villages in the five nations, and wherever you hadn’t been, Itachi was sure to have gone.
                “The Leaf.” Itachi said.
                “Are you joking Itachi?”
                “You’ve never been there, you said it yourself. The Leaf is one of the largest villages and you said it was stupid for a merc to walk in those gates.”
                “It’s the Leaf Village Itachi!”
                “She’s a Uchiha. She belongs there.” He said firmly.
                “And you belong with him.” Cali argued. “If we go to the Leaf there’s no way either of us are ever seeing you again.”
                “The Leaf will protect you. They will assume either myself or Sasuke took you by force, they will give you work, help you raise the baby.”
                “and this is really what you want? Your son to be seen as a rape baby? No itachi!”
                “Of course this isn’t what I want!” He roared, before calming himself down, “I want to be there with you as she grows, I want to be there with you and make her a sister, but I can’t. This is the only path for her.”
                “I don’t believe it. We’ll find another way.”
                Itachi was silent, and Calypso couldn’t help but feel that he was determined to get her to the Leaf village by any means necessary. She steeled herself, she would fight hard to stop him. Their separation would be permanent that time, and she refused to think of it.

***

Present Day
                Calypso huddled the blanket around her, trying not to wake the baby pressed against her. Silently she crept across gardens, grounds, and finally the village gate. She used the stars to guide herself northeast, back to the mist village. She kept her head down, trying to avoid being seen. It would have been easy to ask a passing traveller for a ride, but her red hair was a giveaway to who she was and she couldn’t risk it.
                She made it to an inn and booked a room, shutting herself in it. Lifting the baby to her face she smiled and rubbed noses, letting the peace of the baby wash over her. That peace was washed away when the door opened and Itachi stood there, an unreadable expression on his face.
                “I sent you to the Leaf.” He said, closing the door behind him.
                “I noticed, the bruise was a nice touch.”
                He winced, “you fought back.”
                “Of course I did.” He smiled at the hidden meaning in her words, I didn’t want to leave you. He sat next to her on the bed and Calypso slid the baby into his arms.
                “I named her Kasai.” She murmured.
                Itachi smiled, fire, how fitting. He pressed his lips to the top of his daughters head and held her close to his body. “I’m sorry I missed the birth.” He kissed Cali’s lips lightly, “I promise I’ll be here for everything else.”
                Cali smiled against her lovers lips, “That’s all I ever asked.”       


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