“I shouldn’t be having children.” Adopted or his own.
“……What’s with the look. I was just asking a simple baby question….. you know…?”
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“What about a baby, though?” Woah, calm down.
…Does she mean what he thinks she means…?
“Hey. Do you want a puppy?”
“I don’t quite prefer dogs.” That was a lot of responsibility, as well.
;we’re revoking itachi’s birthday rights too
Well he knows who he’s never talking to again then.
This time she hadn’t come back with anybody. It was unusual, but probably not all that surprising, given that her mood had been low the whole night. The walk back to her residence was oddly silent, compared to her usual teasing and drunken rambling. Still, a low mood didn’t stop her from making Itachi walk her back, even if the indication was just by the pull of his arm.
The moment her feet were on the welcome mat for the back entrance to her apartment, Ino unlocked the door and turned around to Itachi.
At first she refused to even look at him, taking a stout breath in and a longer one out.
…Okay.
“Hey.” She finally met his eyes, but it was only fleeting.
Lashes closed, and the Yamanaka stepped up close, chest against his. She reached a hand up to pull him lower, and closed the space for a simple kiss.
They’d been dancing around this for some time, hadn’t they? For all Ino had used him to secure herself nights with women, she never settled down with any permanent partner. He thought that was the point, as is commonly done between men and women.
But there were a lot of things he didn’t know of, regarding romance.
Tonight is just as much one of those, even as he finds himself leaning in to chase the kiss. She’d always been pleasing to the eye, and maybe there’s something to be said about spending so much time with someone…
He somehow manages to keep his mouth shut about lacking the…parts she usually prefers, reaching out hesitantly with his right hand, to place it on her waist.
[Cont.] Here, no. Dude said he’d try, so no more of this cheek-cupping business. He’s getting a good old hug. Her face is red, but don’t mention that. “Cool. That’s pretty cool. Because, you know, someone’s gotta pay next time we’re at the teahouse.” Ah, offering a… grin?
“You likely make so much more than I do.” Being a working shinobi, and all.
But he’s more than happy to foot the bill when he can– feels like it’s his duty.
“Hey, Itachi-san.” Ah, a grumble. She places a hand on his cheek. “Don’t ever go anywhere, okay? You mean more than a lot to me, and I’d miss you.” So… “Just don’t. –This is random, sorry.”
It’s rather cruel, isn’t it?
That someone such as he– someone with such a tainted history, could mean so much to a kunoichi who was surely the pride of her village. Nothing behind her like the murder of her own kin, the betrayal of one’s home village…
“I will try.” That’s all he can promise, raising his hand, cupping it over hers.
“I’m shattered. Heartbroken. I thought we had something. You won’t even wear the custom-made spandex bodysuit I will absolutely go out of my way to make? What kind of friend..?”
You never asked me if I wished to wear such a thing. I’m afraid your effort was for naught.
“A full-spandex bodysuit with a headpiece. C’mon, tell me. It’s not like I’d have strange or motives like… say, selling the information.”
“I’m not really interested in wearing something like that.”
“–Don’t worry, don’t worry! What about your neck, chest and waist measurements? Do you know those?”
“I do not. What are you making.” If she would drop the pretense of subtlety and be direct, he might be persuaded into giving his measurements.
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