"Itachi-senpai" She started.
Oh Good God. There she goes again. You thought as you look at her face emotionlessly.
You stared at her blankly, and continued walking throughout the Akatsuki base. You had no idea why Pein-sama kept her here - She was merely a nuisance. Everyday you ignored her. Everyday for the past 6 months, You have not spoken a word to this annoying useless brat.
You hated her.
"I think Itachi-sama doesn't like you very much, Raika-san. Hn." Deidara stated obviously.
"Well, Deidara, tell him that the feeling is mutual." She looked back at him, and glared while huffing away.
"Deidara." You paused a moment. "Why is she even here if she's so weak?"
He shrugged and waltz away, making a clay bird on the way out.
You sighed heavily, and sat down in your room. You decided to read a bit, taking out a book from your bookcase and setting it on your table. You sat down and began reading.. until.. Once again, an interruption.
"Itachi-senpai?" She asked innocently. "Why don't you talk to me?"
You read. Just don't look at her, and she'll go away eventually.
"Itachi-senpai?" She sighed and left the room. You inwardly smirked. She's just so predictable.
You closed your eyes and closed the book you were previously reading. She came to you everyday to bother you. Every single day for the past six months. You were patient, however, because Pein-sama probably doesn't want this girl dead.
You lay on your bed, awaiting sleep and darkness to consume you. And your mind drifted, as you fell asleep.
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Raika's POV
Every single day I just come visit Itachi. Pein-sama just told me to try and get along with the other members, and not tell them what my special ability is. I have taken a certain liking to Itachi Uchiha, though. I fancied him, yes, because he was intriguing. Not once in my six month stay has he even said a word to me.. not a word! I don't know about you, But that's preeettyyyy ridiculous. You sighed.
Why doesn't Itachi-senpai like me? A frownd formed upon your innocent face. It's because he thinks I'm weak. One day, however, you will activate this special ability of yours and show him who's really weak. But... You didn't know how to do it.
Your special ability allowed you to shapeshift, and sometimes when you do, depending on what you looked like at that current state, you would be able to change your whole nature and views on things, until the ability wore off and you were back to your quiet self. You didn't know how that was useful to the Akatsuki, except for going on undercover missions and stuff, but you didn't care. You were close to Itachi-sama, and that's all you cared about.
You changed your appearance, therefore changing your attitude as well. Looking into the mirror, you smiled. You walked into his room again, smiling down at him. You were going to poke his face, but Itachi's hand blocked the way as he glared at you. "Itachi." You stated.
He looked, surprised? You chuckled inwardly.
"Who are you?" He asked.
You laughed. "Oh? How could you not know the person who has visited you every day six months ago?" You started.
"Raika?" he muttered, involuntarily.
You nodded, as you took his hand and threw him across the wall. Or, you attempted to.
He slid across the floor, glaring at you for disrupting his sleep.
You glided towards him, as your hand carefully and gently rested upon his shoulder.
He did not move, and this you didn't understand why, but you shrugged it off and advanced towards him. You kept advancing, until his back was up against the wall.
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Itachi's POV
You didn't understand why you let her do this, maybe it was out of curiosity. She had never stood up to you before, and you now understood why Pein-sama valued her. She was a shapeshifter, who could change her attitude as well as her body and facial features - leaving the opponent unsuspecting and vulnerable.
As you were pondering, however, You had not noticed how close her faced inched towards yours, her breathe was upon your neck, and, dare I say it, It gave you shivers. She chuckled and leaned up, it all happened too fast, for her lips had already captured yours. You felt all the feelings she had been holding, all the joy, pain, sadness, and love. For you. You felt odd, but, You supposed it was a content feeling.
She stopped and you looked at her, directly in her eyes.
You groaned inaudibly, but she heard it and this only made her chuckle.
Then she leaned up again, to the crook of your neck as your arms subconsciously wrapped lightly around her arms.
She whispered, "Now who's the weak one?"
You smiled. She got you.
