Maya's POV
The Invite
I was silent, not knowing what to say.
"And who is this lady?" Shisui intervened, watching me carefully. I turned to meet his gaze. It was slightly similar to Itachi's, but much sweeter and less philosophical, yet equally penetrating. Then I started to piece everything together—these were real people, and the Naruto characters were inspired by them, as real as me. This was too much. My chest tightened with all this information, and my brain felt overloaded.
"She's someone I have some pending matters with," Itachi said nonchalantly, without looking up from the papers.
"Your girlfriend? She's really beautiful," Shisui said, still looking at me. My cheeks turned crimson. Itachi looked up with a knowing smile but didn't respond.
"Thank you..." I replied, smiling shyly. I felt so stupid. Normally, I wasn't shy, but these beings from another world intimidated me.
"Common Shisui, he said someone he has pending issues with, you should understand the banging issues that he meant, not a girlfriend," Sasuke said, his words so annoying, I felt like biting his lips off, too bad he had such cute lips, but I'll still bite it off if given the chance.
"Now that I think about it, I can't remember the last time you went out with a girl. You really needed this," Shisui teased.
"Shisui..." Itachi said in a reproachful tone, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Seriously, I don't have all day," Sasuke said, clearly irritated and impatient.
"Oh, by the way, she's a Naruto fan," Itachi mentioned, still looking at the papers.
"Is that so? So I guess you're an Itachi fangirl or mine, right?" Sasuke said arrogantly, inspecting his nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
"What? Highly conceited! Of you? Ha, you wish someone like me would look at someone like you," I said, frowning deeply. The blush on my cheeks didn't help, and I cursed my skin color for a moment. Someone like me? Well... I was just a woman, but a beautiful one, and I wasn't going to let him trample me, no matter how handsome he was. I would never admit that he and Itachi were my favorite characters.
"Tsk, you don't even believe yourself, girl," he said, frowning at me. And I hated it. Right then, I knew I hated him. Did he call me a girl? Who did he think he was?! Just a look from him made my ears burn with anger. I would be at him up, I felt like taking off my shoes and spanking him real hard for calling me a girl.
"Sasuke, that's enough. Don't be rude," Itachi intervened, trying to calm the atmosphere.
"Wow... the girl does have character," Shisui said, smiling at me. "I see why she caught your eye, Itachi," he added, looking at Itachi and winking. Caught whose eye? This was a problem...
Sasuke glared at me even more, and I just rolled my eyes. I didn't want to look at that jerk anymore.
"That's it, I'm leaving," Sasuke said, getting up and taking the papers. He turned to walk away. "Remember, there's a celebration tonight. Don't be late," he said without looking back and continued walking. "And I don't want to see any proud girl there." He said looking at me. He was actually referring to me, and who wants to come to his celebration, he can go fuck himself, fool.
"Don't mind him, Sasuke is always like that. But deep down, he's not a bad person. It was a pleasure meeting you. You should join Itachi tonight," Shisui said, getting up. "See you there beautiful!" he said and started walking away before I could respond.
"My brother won't change. Whenever he sees me with someone, it doesn't matter who, he acts like that. But today he went too far. I'm sorry," Itachi said, looking genuinely apologetic.
"Don't worry, I think Kishimoto knew how to capture the essence of each of you," I replied, smiling.
"Of that, there is no doubt. He studied all of us very well before creating our personalities," Itachi said, smiling back. "You have a lovely smile," he added. I automatically tried to hide my smile, feeling embarrassed by the compliment.
"Thanks," I replied, letting out a nervous laugh. "Now I can understand everything. I could never have imagined... characters from my favorite anime being real... it's madness. And not just that, but now I'm facing..." I shut up, needing to control my words. I took a breath and continued. "The famous Itachi..." I laughed.
"Famous," he chuckled softly. "This might sound strange and out of context, but... would you like to come with me to the celebration tonight? My parents are celebrating another year of marriage, and as usual, they throw a big party. They always insist that Sasuke and I bring our girlfriends. They think it's time we settle down and all that."
"Oh, so I'm just another girl you're taking to put on a show without any real intentions. I get it," I said, interrupting him.
"Well... in a way, unless you want to formalize something with me," he said suggestively.
"You and your brother are the same," I replied, turning my face away. "You think you own the world just because of your looks." It was true; half the women fell at their feet, and it annoyed me to think I might be no different. Yet, I had no intention of proving it, even if my hormones seemed uncooperative. The fact is I'd rather fuck him in my dreams, or better still fuck them both in my dreams than let them know how I feel about them.
"You can think that it's understandable. However, I don't go out with just any woman. You have every doubt right," he said. Of course, I doubted... but I was dying to go out with him again.
"In that case, I'm asking as a favor. Please," he said, his eyes piercing into mine. Those dark eyes captivated me like nothing else. After all, this was Itachi in the flesh.
"And why should I accept?" I asked.
"As a favor... in exchange for whatever you want. I want to avoid any discomfort, you know? And who better than you to help me? You're stunningly beautiful, my parents will be happy, and other women will feel intimidated by your looks and leave me alone," he said, shrugging his shoulders. It was all about convenience for him. Clearly, he wouldn't see me as a potential girlfriend. I didn't even know why I was considering it.
"You've clarified your intentions. What do I get out of this?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Whatever you want... seriously, I don't have any restrictions," he said, closing his eyes with a serene expression.
He's a damn tease! I thought. I wanted him so badly, but I needed to stay rational. I wish I could just say I needed a fuck or two from him, and probably from his stupid ass brother, a threesome would do. I wish I could ask that, but how stupid would I look if that trash gushed out of my lips?
"Hmm. sounds interesting. Let's do this: I'll go with you, and after the celebration, I'll tell you about my condition. Deal?" I asked, looking directly into his eyes, pretending to be more interested in what I would gain rather than in him. "That sounds perfect," he said as if
savoring each word. "Is it a deal?" I asked, extending my hand.
"It's whatever you want it to be," he replied, taking my hand and kissing it in such a way that I nearly felt my underwear dampen, or, it was actually damped, really wet. His lips were smooth and fleshy. I longed to kiss
them right then.
And to think I thought this would only be a coffee and nothing more, I thought to myself as our gazes remained locked.