Maya's POV
God! He is Hot
I had so many questions and so few answers. From one moment to another, my head became a tangle of thoughts. It was illogical, everything was illogical—his name, his physique, his brother. His brother! Fuck, he was also incredibly handsome. All this couldn't be real. My mind wouldn't shut up for a moment, I just couldn't wait to meet him so I could ask him all of these questions and more.
I showered quickly and left Yoshiro's apartment. He was at work; he was a journalist. I flagged down the first taxi that passed and headed home. When I arrived, it felt desolate. I didn't pay much attention to it and automatically went to my closet. My problem began—what should I wear? People always told me I had a unique beauty with such a high sex appeal that I could never go unnoticed. Aside from people telling me, I know, I could see dick kicking in the pants of men whenever we stand to have a conversation, basically, they all want to fuck me.
However, I wanted to look radiant today. I chose a casual red dress, nothing too elegant. It looked like a tunic, a little baggy just where it fell, yet it highlighted my small waist, my formed breasts, and my white legs. The dress fell to a little less than a fourth above my knee. I paired it with black sandals without heels, wanting to look fresh and beautiful.
The hours passed, and I grew more nervous. When I saw the clock, it was 2:30 PM. I ran to the shower and spent approximately 30 minutes there. I always enjoy a long shower, don't mind me, I love singing and dancing in the shower, that is basically the only place I love to dance. After the long enjoyable shower, I began to fix myself. I started with my hair, which fell to half of my back. I smiled a little as I continued. Forty-five minutes later, I was ready. I looked at myself in the mirror, and yes, I looked beautiful. My red lips stood out incredibly. I smiled, grabbed my bag, and left.
I flagged down another taxi, feeling my heart stop for a moment, and then started galloping. I sighed. It had been a while since I felt like this. I didn't understand why this complete stranger caused such a sensation in me; it was stupid. When I could react, I was one block away from the café where we were to meet. I felt that this couldn't be his real name; it seemed like a joke. "Itachi, hmm... In his dreams." I muttered to myself.
The taxi parked just in front of the café, and my hands began to sweat. "Are you going to calm down or not?" I said quietly to myself. The taxi driver looked at me strangely. I laughed mentally, paid, and got out. As I walked, I felt it was the longest route of my life. I entered the place and saw him. There he was, fuck, seriously, there he was! So perfect. I swallowed hard and continued walking. He noticed my presence and stood up. His eyes pierced me like a sharp sword. I felt he was examining me, his smile unwavering. Those dark eyes were fixed on mine, thank God they weren't on my Vee section this time, I'd be so uncomfortable if I had to get wet today. I reached the table, feeling like my heart would leap out if I opened my mouth.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," I managed to say.
"Wait, did I keep you waiting?" I asked acting so jumpy. This is worse than I actually thought.
"Oh, you're not late. I just arrived. Allow me," he replied, approaching and pulling out a chair for me. "And formalities are not necessary," he said, leaning towards me, almost whispering in my ear. A chill ran down my back. I could perceive his perfume—One Million—mixed with his minty breath. My mouth watered, and my hands trembled. I almost wanted to grab his head drag it to me and kiss those lips of his.
He returned to his seat, he was wearing an elegant suit with a tie. I supposed he had come from work. His hair was tied back, with some strands falling on his face, giving him an extremely sensual appearance. There was a silence, quite uncomfortable for me. He seemed so calm, so much so that it exasperated me.
"What would you like to order, ma'am?" a waiter asked.
"Please, a mocha coffee with cream," I said, without looking at the menu.
"Make that two, please," he spoke, surprising me. He just looked at me and gave me a charming smile.
"Right away," the friendly waiter replied.
"So, you think I'm deceiving you?" he asked bluntly, observing me. I tightened my grip on my bag. It wasn't just about telling him those things over the phone; doing it in person was no joke.
"Well... not precisely... it's just that... well..." I was trying to articulate without any success. Seriously, he made me very nervous.
"I understand. You've also seen the Naruto animated series, right? So you know who each of these characters are," he said with serenity, his face neutral. I just nodded. The truth was I felt very intimidated. I needed an explanation. "Then you should know that I died in the series, right?" He flashed a wide smile.
"Oh! Are you really playing a joke on me? Because I warn you, I'm getting annoyed," I told him, feeling exasperated. At that moment, the waiter brought our order.
"Red looks very good on you; you look beautiful," he said boldly, almost savoring the words. My cheeks flushed pink. He noticed and took a sip of his hot drink. "Delicious," he said, placing the cup back on the small dish. I quietly observed his every move.
"As I mentioned, I died in the series due to an illness, although I think I don't need to tell you the story. You must know it as well as I do," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "But what you don't know is that those characters are not fictitious," he confessed.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, intrigued. I needed more information.
"It's true. Kishimoto Masashi has a twin brother, Kishimoto Six. He works with us in our company. When Masashi came up with the idea of creating an animated series, he had no inspiration, and no base to start the plot. Then, one day, during a drinking session with our families, Six, a bit drunk, suggested that Masashi use us, who work at Uchiha Corporation, as inspiration. Each of us became a character. Our company has associates like the Namikaze and the Hyuga families. In the Namikaze family, you'll find Minato and Naruto," he paused, observing my shocked face, and took another sip of coffee.
"You also know Kushina, Naruto's mother, and the Hyuga family members. And then there are the Uchihas, each included in the series with their respective names—Madara, who is my dad's brother, Obito, and Shisui, who are our cousins. Masashi made Madara the villain because he always contradicts my dad, being the second in power. He is the co-president with my father, and Obito always follows them. Of course, there are fictional characters like Sakura, Izumi, Ten Ten, Zetsu, Kaguya, and others," he explained.
I listened attentively, trying to absorb the madness in what he was telling me. It all seemed unbelievable, and worse, not sexy at all.