(Obito)
( yall missed this sexy mf, didn't you?)
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"Do you need anything else with those two coffees, sir?"
How about your name and your phone number?
The young woman was standing right behind the counter, tapping at the cash register and waiting for me to respond. Normally, I would've said something along these lines without much thinking, just out of habit, but, oddly enough, I wasn't in the right mood to do so. Something just didn't sit right with me.
"No, I'm good. Thank you."
I grabbed the two hot coffee cups placed in a cardboard carrier after giving the employee my credit card to pay and then excited the already crowded coffee chain to push myself into the brimming streets of this busy-ass town. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry even on a Saturday morning, it was like they were sucked up into a delirious time loop or something.
Strolling aimlessly down the corners with a chilly gust of wind brushing my face, I finally brought myself in front of one of Konoha's tallest skyscrapers, the one and only with my family's crest adorning its sheer black granite surface. I took a sip of my coffee whilst gulping down the dreadful feeling at the pit of my guts of having to face someone I didn't want to by any means, and kinda wished the hot liquid burned my tongue so I wouldn't have to say a single word to them.
Walking inside the 80-story building, I headed straight for the elevators and no one seemed to mind me passing through without any control or an access card either, except the receptionist who just gave me a quick acknowledging nod.
Perks of being the well-known bastard of this family, I guess.
The elevator's doors closed with a faint ding sound, and I used the key for the penthouse, right on the top floor. The smooth jazz music coming from the elevator only made things worse to the already surreal situation of me having to be prepared for an upcoming shit-storm, a war, or a slaughter maybe.
The same light ding sound snapped me away from my thoughts minutes later as the doors opened, and I stepped inside the deluxe apartment surrounded by glass windows which provided a panoramic view of the whole city. A dwelling made this way to give you the impression of living in 7th heaven, and ironically, the devil himself resided there.
"You're late."
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I turned my head to glance over my shoulder towards the direction the deep voice had come from.
"Good to see you again, Madara."
He didn't even spare me as much as a glance while he was typing something down on his MacBook. A few files and documents sprawled across his usually neat desk, a sign that he'd already gotten down to business.
"So, how was your business trip?"
"People in Kiri are incompetent, in Suna untrustworthy and don't get me started on the people in Ame," he stopped typing away and glanced down at his phone screen "I thought you were going to meet me about half an hour ago. I put a whole meeting off in order to meet you here."
Stepping forward over his desk, I placed the cup down right in front of him "I stopped to get you some coffee."
His eyes landed on the coffee cup for a moment before finally meeting mine. "Your tardiness never ceases to amaze me every time I see you."
"You're welcome for the coffee."
His stare hardened. Well, I pretty much had gotten used to him glaring at me that way, but one might think that their soul was being ripped apart.
"This is neither the time nor the place for you to make fun of things. I called you in here for a reason, a serious one this time, and I expected you to understand that I'm very precise when it comes to time schedules."
"Good grief, Madara," I sighed and took a seat on his leather couch across from him "I'm sorry, but I got no time machine to bring those precious thirty minutes back. Mind skipping the whole scolding part and cut to the chase why you wanted us to meet here?"
"Will do, but only when you've decided to drop acting like an aggressive, careless teenager and start acting more like a grown-up. You're turning 18 in a few months, do you know what this means?" he put his elbow on the armrest and rested his chin on his balled-up fist, but before I got to open my mouth he motioned me to shut it "It means that I'll have to stop vouching for you, and you, on the other hand, are going to be making some serious decisions about your life this time."
I rested my arm on the back of the couch, simply avoiding his stare and swallowing the urge to tell him that I didn't give a shit about all this stuff, and he could've just emailed me his whole morning lecture instead of talking my ear off, but as I said, I clammed up 'cause I didn't feel like getting yeeted out the window of the 80th floor.
"I know. I'm trying this time. I got a good grade for my last essay, Hashirama didn't tell you?"
"You expect me to believe you worked alone on that?"
"Gee, why is it so hard for you to believe that I'm seriously going to graduate this year and not get my ass suspended, fail, or drop out? I don't wanna this shit either."
With a sigh coming from him as an answer, he got up from his chair and walked over to his bar to grab a bottle of his finest scotch. I watched him as he poured himself a drink and sauntered over the room towards the glass window to gaze outside the whole city. He'd taken off his coat and unloosened his necktie as if the air around us was suffocating.
That guy.. It was only 11 am and he was already downing a glass half-filled with scotch right before a scheduled meeting whereas, I got considered to be the alcoholic one in this goddamn family. Talk about double standards.
"I've already informed your cousins about the matter I've called you in here for today, and they all agreed to help me out with this."
"What do you mean?"
He took another sip as he was peering down at the city "Mayoral elections are going to be held by the end of spring. I'm going to be standing as a candidate, as an independent one for an open seat of course."
"I'm sorry. You what."
"You heard me. A full campaign effort is already on the way, starting today with a broadcast at Konoha's official news channel. A fundraiser is also taking place by the end of the next week where distinguished investors, entrepreneurs, academics, and notables of this city have been invited," he answered me quite unbothered, his chill words were like a slap back to my senses.
"You're fucking kidding me, aren't you?" I questioned, but it sounded more like a statement.
His steely glare turned back to me this time "Do I seem like the type of guy who likes to crack this kind of jokes, Obito?"
"Christ, you're right; you don't seem to joke about anything anyway," my hand rubbed my face as if trying to get rid of the initial shock "But.. Why? I mean, you've taken over the business world and what you've always wanted, why getting involved in politics now?"
"Because now is the right time," he stated as if it were the most casual thing in the world "Hiruzen Sarutobi has proved to be by far the most inadequate chief executive the citizenships have ever elected to administer his duties over the past twelve years he's been serving. It's about time someone else took charge. This whole town is drowned in filth, corruption, drug trafficking, young people are carrying coke within them like it's a part of an accessory, crime rates are above any tolerable level, and the worst part is our current mayor is well aware of all these matters. But he's more inclined to turn a blind eye and shift all this weight to the council to handle, and especially to his right hand who, as far as I'm concerned, is more likely to pull the strings to control the underworld instead of cleaning this place from all this trash."
"What do you mean by that?"
"A radical change is crucially needed for this town. I'm not going to allow anyone by any means to turn this city into a drug cartel for their own benefit."
And there it is. The benefit. What a major factor for someone to get involved in something behind a do-gooder's façade.
I shifted in my seat, watching him pour himself another drink, and suddenly it felt like the coffee I was drinking was way too plain and lacking in alcohol strength.
"And what exactly do you want me to do to help you out with this, hm? Hold a placard in front of my school with the slogan 'HEY BESTIES, VOTE FOR UCHIHA MADARA FOR A BETTER FUTURE'? Yeah, I ain't doing that."
Madara was unfazed by my lame-ass effort to make fun of the situation and just went back to sitting at his desk "I want you to act responsibly for once and avoid anything that may cause a scandal in our family. All that is needed till spring is a smooth political transition."
I couldn't help the sound that escaped my lips which was something between a scoff and a laugh "Right.. always protecting our public image, right Madara? You've done this before with my parents and the stigma they could've left us behind; I should not be expecting anything less this time."
"Obito," his tone suddenly softened and I couldn't believe my own ears "What was done in the past was solely for your own good, you'll understand that one day."
Bullshit.
I got up from my seat and headed straight to the elevator. As the doors opened, I sent him one final look.
"Maybe I do understand more things than I seem to grasp. But none of you seem to understand that."
I heard him sigh as a response and got inside the elevator.
"And for the last time, kid," he shouted before the doors were about to close "Eat some goddamn real food, you've lost weight. I barely recognized you this time!"
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My hands gripped the steering wheel hard, fuck fuck, fuck, I so needed a distraction after the mentally draining encounter. I was already experiencing symptoms of withdrawal, hadn't smoked in two days, my throat was painfully dry, and I wanted so fucking badly to just smoke a whole pack of nicotine until my lungs would turn to ashes.
And what better place would there be for me to do that than my little cousin's place?
Driving through the familiar neighborhood, I noticed that there wasn't any available spot left in their driveway; Itachi's car and his dad's car were occupying the whole space, so I pulled in down the road instead.
I could knock on their door. But where's the fun in that?
So, I just walked around the front porch and climbed through his window until I got inside his bedroom.
It was silent, thankfully nobody was here, so I went over to his bed and flopped onto the mattress, crossed one leg over the other and took my worn pack of cigarettes out of my hoodie to place a cancer stick between my teeth. Glancing towards the window to make sure I had left it open, I then pressed my lighter until it finally lit up, and took a long drag to make up for all the long hours I hadn't smoked a bit.
Shit, that feels good, I thought to myself, blowing a billow of smoke as I lied back against my cousin's cushions to make myself more comfortable. His ceiling needed some serious painting. Mental note to myself to remind him so just to tick that clean-freak off.
The door burst open and I looked up, catching sight of a furious-looking Itachi with Shisui by his side.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he sneered, tossing his bag into the corner of his room "Scratch that. How the hell do you keep breaking into my house?"
"It's not that hard. And I didn't break in," I answered, bringing both my hands behind my head, my cigarette resting idly on my lips "I just invited myself into your place."
Itachi huffed in annoyance, glaring at me sideways while Shisui closed the door shut behind him and walked inside the room without a word.
"Great, now that you've made it clear, can you please kindly get the fuck out?"
Wow, Itachi cussing me out, I must be really pushing his buttons. What a time to be alive.
I just remained still on his bed, staring at him with a bored expression, and then blew some smoke towards his direction.
"Nah."
"At least get your filthy shoes off my bed," Itachi crossed over and pulled the cigarette out of my hand to grind out the stub in the ashtray by his bed before kicking down at my feet to push them away from his bed "I really don't wanna deal with you right now."
"Aww, busy schedule or something, class president, sir? Shall I rub your feet, Your Highness?"
"You idiot. I swear to God. Why do I even have to put up with this? What kind of crimes am I paying for my previous life's actions?" the long-haired male sighed tiredly to himself, gruff sounds of irritation emitting from his throat "Yes, actually, I have a lot of work to do, instead of bumming around like you. How come you're not busy getting off with a girl you don't even know her name?"
"I actually just finished myself off on your bed. Mmm, nice, comfy comforter you got here," I emphasized each syllable with flicks of my tongue, my hand running up and down his bedcover.
Itachi was now staring at me in disgust. "People like you are the reason why I'm on medication."
"You're not on medication, you angsty drama queen. In fact, you've never been on one."
"And how would you know that?"
"Obito," Shisui finally spoke up, plopping himself into a bean bag across the room with his usual shit-eating grin "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he commented sarcastically while taking his phone out of his hoodie "You look about as the same tramp as the one you were when I left town for my summer internship."
"Shisui," I turned my head to face him "You look about as ugly as you usually do."
He chuckled "You shitbag."
"Fuck trumpet."
"Walking cumdumpster."
I laughed at this one "I missed you too, princess."
A few minutes passed as the other males were discussing something irrelevant until I reminded myself the entire reason for me getting in here in the first place and jerked my head up to catch their attention "We've got a problem."
Itachi audibly scoffed, turning his chair around to face me with his arms crossed.
"No, you got a problem which you've most likely caused yourself so such it up and suffer in silence."
"Yeah, cool story, but no. Give it another shot."
The younger Uchiha pinched the bridge of his nose, his shoulders stiff "Will shooting you solve this kind of problem? No? Then get out."
"You're losing your wit," I got off the bed and made my way towards the windowsill "I just got back from the penthouse with quite some interesting news from Madara. Our uncle's formally announcing his candidacy for mayor of this town today."
"Yeah, we already know, not gonna lie, he totally caught us off-guard with this one," Shisui answered this time without taking his eyes off his phone's screen which he'd flipped sideways to play a game "Are you coming to the fundraiser next week?"
"He'd better be," Itachi chimed in as he was organizing some notes into a neat pile "Everyone's gonna be there, Madara won't forgive any absence of a family member."
Leaning against the window sill, I finally felt this heavy burden inside me begin to take over its place down on my shoulders "Can't believe how this power-thirsty dude has decided to get involved in politics like he doesn't have a shitload of money to wipe his ass off already."
Itachi didn't seem to share the same uneasy feeling I got "Still, we have to respect his choice and support his effort," then commented while scribbling something down without taking his eyes off his notes "If anything, someone else has to take over the administration of this town, mayor Sarutobi can't be elected more than 3 times in a row."
I tilted my head to the side to catch his attention "And you believe that Madara's the right one to do so?"
"So far, he's been the only candidate capable of this."
"And who's got the balls to compete against him?"
Itachi stopped for a second as if contemplating over this one.
"Danzo Shimura has recently shown the same interest in this position."
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," I rolled my eyes before hanging my head down, defeated "How's this dude not even dead yet? He must be older than gramp Tajima. Bet he can't even stand without his crutch or make it to the bathroom without shitting himself," a tired sigh escaped my lips "I legit had dudes much younger than him when I worked at the nursing home."
"I don't know how he's still able to make it through and really can't say that he would be a better candidate," the long-haired Uchiha stated as he got up from his seat to grab a book from his library "We don't know much about this man, but judging from all the insufficient work our current council has ever done, then we have to believe that Madara would be a better choice for this town."
"Bro, that's kinda sus. You honestly expect me to believe this kind of crap?"
Itachi shrugged, leaning back in his chair while squeezing a little anti-stress ball with his right hand "At this point, you got no choice. I'm not excited either with the extra work and errands he's sure as hell going to have us do, but we're in no condition to act against his will this time."
I mentally scoffed, just gazing out the window at nothing in particular. Madara fucking Uchiha. The mayor. He's so gonna be the reason why I'm applying for the usage of medical marijuana and valium this year.
I was about to turn around and see myself out when I got a glimpse of something inside the house next to Itachi's, a redheaded woman to be precise. Jun..
I had totally forgotten that those two were next-door neighbors and Itachi had a whole access view to her bedroom. Another mental note to myself to piss that closet pervert off when I found the right time.
The girl hadn't noticed me, instead, was running around inside her room, being off in her own little world, her phone pressed to her ear while trying desperately to take some clothes out of their shopping bags and brag about them to the person she was speaking with on the phone. Cute.
We hadn't talked much after our little make-out session outside the club the other night, well, she hadn't answered my texts nor DM's, and even avoided me in the school hallway like the plague or something. I was running out of patience, a girl ignoring me like that after getting a taste of what a good time would be like? Me?
As if she had listened to my thoughts, she turned her gaze out the window towards my direction and her eyes instantly widened, then she narrowed them relatively in suspicion. She got near the window to make sure that it was me looking at her through the glass.
Smirking to myself, I waved at her ever so innocently before holding up a hand close to my mouth with my index and middle finger making a V-sign with the palm inward toward my mouth and sticking my tongue out inside the shape in a way she would get the message. Which she did.
Her legs brought her over to the window much closer this time, she still had her phone pressed to her ear, but her attention was focused on nothing else but me. Smiling at me in the same innocent way with a tiny bat of her eyelashes, she brought two fingers up to her lips and then slipped the digits inside her mouth to suck on them hard, making my jaw pretty much go south, but before I could process further what she was doing, she quickly pulled the fingers out of her mouth giving me her middle one with a deadpan expression and tugged at the blinds of her window to block my view entirely this time.
Tch. That girl. Oh, game on, Buttercup, you're so going to pay for that stunt you just pulled on me.
"Say, Shisui," I peered over my shoulder at my younger cousin who was showing Itachi something on his phone and gave me a quizzical look over the screen "It's not really my business but... Dude. You and Jun? Really?" I wiggled my eyebrows and rolled my hips in a way he would get the message. Which he did. "Doing the Netflix and chill? You slut."
"You don't miss a beat, do you?" he huffed and turned his attention back to his phone, sinking further into the bean bag "Yeah, we dated the whole summer."
"Why did you break up?"
He clicked his tongue and threw his head back "Dude, why the fuck are you being so nosey? I don't have to answer this one, especially to someone like you. Like you know anything about relationships."
I snorted, leaning my back on the windowsill "That's fucking rich, coming from you, Uchiha. Fooling around, lying to her about your true last name, and then getting to disappear? Wow, you really followed in the tramp's footsteps, didn't you? I should be an influencer."
"Lovely, good news you've finally decided what you wanna do with your life," Itachi countered this time "Now if you'll excuse me, I should prepare some notes Jun has asked me to give her for math class, and then have lunch with my parents."
Shisui put away his phone this time and looked up at Itachi, scratching at his neck, his mouth twitched a bit.
"Did she... Did she happen to say anything about me this whole time?"
Itachi took notice of the wary and sort of uneasy tone of our cousin's voice and then turned around over his school bag.
"No."
"Man," I made a face, peering down at the younger male who avoided my stare "You down bad."
"Shut the hell up for once, geez," Shisui seemed to brush it off by plugging on his Airpods with his brows snapped together, but I knew better he was feigning.
Having decided that it was time for me to get going, I walked towards the door "Aight, I'm leaving, it's not like I want to sit at the same table with Fugaku anyway. One could say that he must be so constipated 'cause he doesn't give a shit about anything in this world, but all of us know that's not really the case. Maybe because he's full of shit instead?"
"Get out," Itachi snapped, moving forward and holding a hand out to prevent me from exiting his room "No, you're using the window you snuck in through. I don't want my parents to question when or how you broke into our house. And I should buy a lock next time."
Rolling my eyes at his stupid request, I turned on my heels heading to the other side, and then slipped one leg out the window while I was holding myself from the windowsill "Fine, whatever. See ya later dweebs," and with that my feet touched the wall to steady myself before I landed perfectly on the ground.
It wasn't until I had walked down the road that I came to a halt midway, and my eyes darted towards Jun's house.
Should I?
Nah.
Unless..
Before I knew it, I found myself knocking on her door.
Taking a peek at the driveway while popping a gum inside my mouth, I took notice of the racing Mustang. Sheeesh, sweet thing. A minute later, someone jerked the door open and a tall guy with tattoos all over his arm sneaking under his Tshirt stood under the frame, sizing me up and down in question.
"Yes?"
"Is Jun here?"
"Depends on who's asking."
Damn. I could see now where she'd gotten that whole cranky ass attitude.
"The Uchiha neighbor who promised to give her the math notes she needed."
His face turned stone cold like he hadn't believed me. Couldn't blame him tho, I wouldn't believe my dumbass either, were I him.
Finally, the tattooed man uncrossed his arms and motioned me with his head to step inside. He closed the door behind him and sauntered through the house and towards the staircase.
"Jun," he shouted "There's this Uchiha on the door who says he brought some school notes over for you."
"In a minute!" I heard her voice coming upstairs "I'm a little busy right now, Shon, tell him to come upstairs!"
The older male shifted his attention back to me, then down my hands.
"Where are they?"
"What."
"The notes."
"Oh," I put on my best smile as I brought my index finger up to my head "Here," then pointed at my brain "See, photographic memory comes in handy when I tutor students."
"Figures," he deadpanned, not the least bit amused, and turned his head towards the staircase once again "Jun, I need to go now, but Guren will be back any time soon when she's done with her errands!" he trailed off, emphasizing the last words as to make sure I would absorb every single one of them.
After making his way to the hook to grab his jacket, her brother came closer to me until we were face to face. He zipped his jacket and looked me straight in the eye.
"Listen, Uchiha," he warned, menace laced through his voice "I don't know what's going on between you and my little sister or what kind of guy you truly are, but I think I could guess. Delete whatever excuse you might have inside your head that has anything to do with Jun, 'cause I ain't buying this whole tutor-ish bullshit. Jun has been through some serious shit, bet a rich-ass boy like you wouldn't understand. So, if I see her getting the least bit upset over your spoiled ass, I'll make sure to give you a moment the photographic memory of yours would never forget. Understand that?"
I stood silent, looking at him unfazed until I noticed his pupils getting mad dilated. He said he could guess what kind of guy I was, but he could bet his ass I knew better this type of people being constantly on edge that I wouldn't push their buttons further for my own good.
Coke addicts.
"Totally."
He gave me one last suspicious glare while opening the front door, and then stepped outside.
Not wasting any time, I headed upstairs and towards where I assumed her bedroom was since there was a big sign outside the door saying 'Enter only if you have food with you'. A few knocks and I heard shuffling and feet padding.
The door opened widely and Jun appeared wearing nothing but an oversized sweatshirt, her legs were bare with a pair of pink fuzzy socks underneath.
What a fucking adorable creature to annoy and mess with a little.
She seemed to be in a state of shock, as if she were seeing a ghost.
"What the- what are you doing here?"
I gave her my toothy, charming grin and rested my shoulder on the doorframe.
"Surprise shawty!"
"You're not Itachi."
"No, sugar, I'm someone better. And bigger."
Damn, was she really expecting that dude wearing only this thing? Lucky bastard.
"No. Nope. Not today," she muttered to herself with a shake of her head and went to close the door shut until I slipped my foot in between to keep it open and made my way inside her bedroom.
"Bitch, get out!" she shouted, pointing at the door.
"That's kinda rude, I came by 'cause I wanted to speak with you," I stated ever so casually and walked past her to take a seat on her bed.
"About what?"
I let my eyes size her up and down, taking my time "Looking good in that oversized sweater. Are you wearing any underwear or did you drop them down to the floor the moment you saw me?"
"Go to hell, Uchiha!!"
"Looks like I'm already here, you short red demon, thanks for the invitation," I deadpanned, propping myself up to my elbows and gauging her reaction with my head tilted to the side "Why are you so mad at me anyway?" my lips stretched into a smirk "You shouldn't hold grudges against your future husband. Jun Uchiha. Hmm. It does have a nice ring to it."
She pressed her lips together and her cheeks turned reddish, I could sense her patience was starting to wear thin, not that she was much of a patient person herself to start with. Like I said, adorable. Like a pissed-off little red fox. But like, a hot one.
"I'm gonna strangle you. No," she took a step forward, holding up a finger "First, I'm gonna slap you so hard even Google won't be able to find your ass. You gave me so many hickeys, you damn Uchiha, I had to wear either a turtleneck or a scarf the whole week when the temperature wasn't even that low! Everyone has been asking me if I was sick or something."
"Aww, but you're sick. In looooove," I drawled, smiling up at her "With me."
Her hands flew up to her head to tug at the roots of her crimson hair in a state of despair "Just answer me this. Are you here to torture me?"
"That depends on whether or not you're into some kinky treatment," I lowered my voice and watched her as she turned an even deeper shade of red, and, fuck, was that really the moment to think of the night we'd made out almost fucked in an alley? I shifted a little, my pants felt extremely tight and decided it was best to turn my eyes away from her body. Best for her, me, or my zipper?
With a little huff and not another word to say, she turned around and sat down on the floor, her legs crisscross applesauce as books, worksheets, binders and text markers sprawled across her white fluffy rug. My eyes then wandered across some usual girly shit until they suddenly landed on a pair of black shoes with laces.
"Are those ballet shoes?"
"Yeah, and they're called pointe," she said glancing back to see what had caught my attention and I rolled my eyes at her smartass "What about them?"
"You don't seem like the type of girl who would do ballet."
She quirked a brow, peering over her book at me "And what do you think I would do instead of ballet?"
I smiled "Me."
She pretended to throw the book at my face and I threw my hands up in defense. "Nah, kidding. Unless..-" my brow rose suggestively and when she sent me a deathly glare, I chuckled "Okay, okay. All I mean is, I always thought that ballet girls would rather be into some intellectual kind of shit, you know, like, playing piano, speaking French, taking part in a chess club, staying virgins until marriage?"
"You're quick to judge people without knowing them that well."
"Oh, you're one to talk," I scoffed, sending her a pointed look "How many names have you called me so far?"
"And did I lie about any of them?" her book snapped closed in front of her face "Let me recap. You're a horny pig, with horny hormones way bigger than your sense of logic, you're always flirting probably even with the doorknobs in your house, always thinking about sex, how you can get anything you want or even get away with sex, you've probably made a list with all the girls you've slept with so far that is way bigger than the list Santa Claus would make every year, and oh! Did I mention that you're always horny? So, what exactly is left deep inside you, under all those layers of horniness?"
Ouch.
"You might be surprised."
But damn, not that she was wrong about that. God gave men both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately, not enough blood supply to run both at the same time.
"I can still be romantic, you know."
"Romantic? How?"
"We can still fuck under the stars."
"Pass."
"So quick to jump to conclusions," I mocked her with a click of my tongue, getting up from her bed and headed towards her desk "Anyway, are you still taking ballet classes?"
"No, actually. And I used to do more like contemporary. But I stopped. I-" she hesitated, averting her gaze to the side "I lost my interest somehow."
Maybe it was a touchy subject judging by how she'd lowered her voice, so I didn't want to pry and just hummed in understanding. Looking at her pinboard above her desk, I noticed some family pictures "Are those your parents?"
Her eyes focused on what I was pointing at with my finger and she instantly smiled.
"Yeah, my dad actually met my mom through an arranged marriage. My grandfather was very strict, kind of a prick, and wanted his sons to have some sort of prestigious marriage. But it didn't take long for my parents to actually fall in love with each other and start a family," she rested her chin on her palm, her eyes fond at the image "My mom died when she gave birth to me, I didn't get to meet her. I've only heard stories about how truly amazing she was. My dad was inconsolable after her death, he felt lost, well, until the day he met Guren and started to feel alive again. They were such a power couple, like, completing each other like a puzzle. The kind of a healthy relationship everyone would look up to and wish for themselves to have" her face lit up with joy until her eyes met mine and suddenly she pulled herself back into reality with a shake of her head and waved it off. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start blabbering; you don't want to hear all these boring stories."
"No, it's okay. Go on," I prompted her "So since your dad had an arranged marriage, I assume he had a family name to carry on or something?"
"Something like that. But he flipped my grandfather off and chose to do what he had always loved. He became a car racer. A very well-known across the whole country. Won multiple medals and championships. He was an awesome dad. Very caring, supportive, a little bit crazy, would give up his own life for his kids and used to tell us to live our lives to the fullest even if that meant for us to make tons of mistakes. The jeep I'm driving belonged to him, well, along with the racing car he had. He named his jeep Racebunny, because it would hop when it fell down a plothole," she laughed genuinely, a kind of a warm laugh I'd never heard before and made my lips stretch from one ear to another.
I nodded, so that explained the Mustang outside her house. "He sounds like a good man. A very cool one."
"He was. He was the best to my eyes."
"You said your grandpa had another son?"
"Yes, my dad's twin. An identical one. He- uh..." she hesitated and fidgeted with her fingers, like she was trying to find the right words "He's .. away, for business. Haven't seen him in years."
I let out a soft hum, another touchy subject I wouldn't stick my nose in. Not that I didn't want to learn a few more things about her, life didn't seem to have been easy with her too. Not that I was ever gonna tell her things about my past, well, not without me being drunk or baked first. How did she get her shit together with all this tragedy in her life?
My gaze went back to her pinboard, there was a piece of paper tucked behind a photo, I managed to read 'bucket list'. Stealthily, I unpinned her list and folded the piece of paper inside my hoodie the moment I'd made sure her attention was somewhere else but me.
"Speaking of uncles and their major role in our upbringing by being absent from our lives," I turned to face her and leaned against her desk "I've been meaning to ask you something," her brows creased in puzzlement, and I proceeded "There's this gala thing, the fundraiser next week which I'm supposed to attend. I'd rather hang myself using my phone's charger. Wanna come with me?"
"Sounds appealing," she pursed her lips to give it a thought "Pass."
"Just think about it. You still owe me for the fake id I made you."
"No I don't," a frustrated groan left her throat as she threw her head back "Even if I wanted to, I still don't have a dress for this occasion, Obito. A formal one."
"Then go buy one."
She sent me a flat stare.
"What." I shrugged "You don't really expect me to come along with you to the mall and hold your bags for you, do you? What am I, your girlfriend or your butler?"
"Insensitive prick," she clicked her tongue and went back to reading her book "Take my phone charger if you want, one plus one might be more effective for a thick-skinned ass like you."
"Christ, woman," I groaned tiredly and went to sit down by her side, my knees bent and my arms rested on them "You know what, fine, don't worry about the dress."
"I have yet to say yes to you," she answered, but I saw the corner of her lips lift up a bit. She did have dimples when she smiled.
"What the hell have you been studying all day long and got so many notes?"
"History," her eyes followed the pile of notes "With a little bit of math. And biology?"
"Oh," I leaned over her side, my eyes instantly fell on her lips "I may not go down in history, but I'll go down on you."
She rolled her eyes and uncrossed her legs to nudge me with her feet "You horny ass-" she didn't get to finish as I grabbed her ankle in an instant and dragged her all over beneath me, earning a sharp gasp from her as I towered over her tiny frame with my hands on either side of her flustered face. Her chest was rising and falling beneath mine, her breathing began to pick up as she was staring at me into the eyes.
Her eyes.. These goddamn orbs. Amber? Gold? Light brown? I couldn't yet tell the color, but I could see her pupils dilate and my own reflection mirroring through them. Like I was watching two suns blazing at the same time. Damn, that was poetic. Maybe I should be a poet, why the hell was I even failing literature anyway?
"Hey," I lowered my voice and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"Hey," she smiled up at me, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her plump lips even if I wanted to. Too late, the image of her lips sucking her fingers was carved into my filthy brain now.
I tried my best to fight back the urge to tear off the few remaining garments she was wearing and take her raw on top of all these notes until the papers would get soaked.
But the way she was looking into my eyes, then at my lips.. Even the way her small fingers with all those cute little rings were running up and down my shoulders got me sexually aroused. She wasn't really helping me. How could I even resist this?
"Obi.." she whispered, and fucking hell, did the sound of my name falling off of her lips make me do a mental list with all the dark, twisted things I wanted to do to her.
The moment her hands moved down to explore my abdomen and spread all those goosebumps across my skin, I fucking lost it.
I pinned her harder under my weight, making her let go a cute little whimper that was quickly muffled by my mouth as it attacked itself to hers, full force, kissing her roughly. She didn't hold back, and I loved it, she went all out with her tongue, biting, sucking my lower lip and everything, showing me a wild side I was craving to see more, and I gripped her soft thighs to wrap them around my waist. Her body instantly curved into mine and I could feel all the sweat heat between her legs.
She did wear a pair of black shorts under this sweater after all, but I didn't see the point in even wearing them, they still looked like underwear to my eyes, there wasn't really much left to cover. Which was fine by me.
I felt myself through my faded jeans and was so down to fuck this time, but unbeknownst to her, a title begging coming from her was all I had in my head right now. Just for a start.
Breaking the kiss to take a deep breath, I gripped her jaw to make her stare back at me as a string of saliva connected our lips, and trailed my fingers over her sweet mouth.
"You really thought you would get away after that little stunt you pulled on me, huh? Next time you do that, make sure it's somewhere else instead of your fingers."
She was looking so innocent trapped under my body, hard to believe she was oh so delightfully wicked. So wicked it was driving me insane.
Her mouth then curved into a wry smile, causing my left brow to lift up in surprise.
"You can't just keep it in your pants, can you, Uchiha?" she tsked tauntingly and moved up her leg, her eyes got fixed on my bulge and my own gaze traveled down to follow her moves until her knee stroked my crotch back and forth, the sudden feeling had me hissing and cursing under my breath.
"A woman underneath you is all it takes for you to lose control. So easily manipulated by your little urges."
I chuckled at her cute attempt to tease me yet again, but I wasn't gonna give it to her until I got to hear what I wanted. Or what she wanted, for the record.
"Hm, and you're not, Genryūsai?" I slowly licked my lips and dipped my head down in the crook of her neck to leave just a few small pecks before I slowly trailed down to her collarbone. I let my tongue poke out, just to see what reaction that would bring. Feeling her shudder, then squirm in pleasure, my lips turned upwards in a smirk as I continued my quest to her sweet spot. Her skin was incredibly smooth, she tasted like coconut, cookies, and chocolate and it got me feeling like a chubby kid in Candyland.
"You really suck at hiding how turned on you are," I whispered, leaning now over her mouth, she was panting softly against my lips "Come to think of it. You suck. Hard. But I like that, in fact, I wanna feel that. These pretty lips wrapped around my dick. Wanna know what else I wanna feel?"
She shook her head weakly, hardly able to focus on anything.
I grinned over her mouth.
"You, sitting on my face while I'm eating you out like you were my last meal on this planet."
My tongue then swirled out, flicked, and licked up her lips teasingly as to give her a little taste of what I meant. She cursed under her soft moan and I felt her hands slid under my hoodie to touch my skin, she clawed my abdomen lightly, as if she couldn't get me any more worked up, but the moment she tried to undo my belt, I tugged both her hands away and pinned them above her head.
"Nuh-uh. What did make you think that you would have the permission to tease me like that and expect not to be punished?"
Jun glared up at me "Son of a bitch," there it is, there's that bratty attitude I wanted to see.
I let my other hand roam freely up and down her body, groping her leg curled around my waist up to her clothed breast and gave it a firm squeeze. She was breathing heavily, I saw her lower lip quiver and I couldn't resist bringing myself closer to suck it between my teeth and then slide my tongue into her mouth, kissing her like I was fucking her mouth. My free hand then slinked under her sweater and made its way up to her bra. Reaching into it, I cupped her left breast, and fucking hell, it did fit perfectly in my palm. I flicked her already hard nipple with my thumb and then pinch it, making her tremble under my weight while trying to break free from my grip.
I broke my lips from hers and our foreheads touched "You want this?"
She was looking straight into my eyes as if she was daring me, without giving me any answer though.
"Guess I'll just have to try a little bit harder," and with that, I pushed my erection against her clothed heating core and started slowly grinding her to let her know what she had caused me. She moaned at this and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Fuck..Obi..please," her voice sounded more out of breath than before. My evil plan was working.
"Oh, what was that, Jun? I didn't quite hear you. Want me to stop? Okay, I'll stop then," I finally freed her hands and the moment I was about to lift myself off her and move away, her legs clenched harder around my waist as she pulled me closer to her body.
"No, no please."
I held back a chuckle; the angry pout on her face was so cute I couldn't stop myself from wanting to tease her more.
"Τell me then, what do you want?" I asked, burying my face in her neck and attacking her sweet spot with little nips and bites. I felt her fingers tugging at my hair to hold my face buried in there. Then she trailed her lips up to my ear, biting down on my earlobe.
"You talk way too much for a guy who's starved for his last meal on this planet, don't you?"
I paused what I was doing and pulled back to look down at her. Holy.Shit. She actually fucking said that.
God? Hey, man, it's me, Obito. I know I've never actually prayed to you before and said that you don't exist and watch everything and all, but if you can actually hear me, I'm going to need you to look away this time. I'm not gonna be a gentleman today. But you did put this girl on my way and I'm about to be baptized by her thighs. Please forgive me.
"That mouth of yours will get you so in trouble one day," without wasting any second, I untied the knot of her shorts and yanked them down her legs abruptly until her black cheeky underwear came into view.
I was a man of my word, so I grasped her legs and threw them over my shoulders, biting down on the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Hard. So hard I felt my teeth sink into her skin until I pulled myself back to admire the swollen red mark that was left behind. That's what I call art.
"Why, you-"
"What's wrong, Buttercup, hm? I thought you said you didn't want marks on visible areas." I grinned against her subtle skin and then sucked at the same spot I'd marked.
She bit her lip to suppress a loud moan and her hands instantly moved down, her fingers combed through my hair to indicate what she wanted. My fingers then moved up and hooked into the hem of her underwear, it felt like I was unwrapping my Christmas present earlier this year.
But before I was about to quench my thirst like a man in a desert, a clicking sound was heard downstairs, a door closing shut and then some footsteps padding and shuffling through.
"Junneko, I'm home!" a woman's voice was suddenly heard " I got some exciting news to tell you!"
"Shiiiiit!" Jun's eyes widened as she pushed me back on my knees and jolted upwards, it was like a current had hit her "Oh my God!!!! Get out! Right, now!!!!" then rushed to put her shorts back on.
"Junneko, are you here?" the woman asked, her voice now echoed through the hallway
"IN A MINUTE!!!" the redhead yelled, seeming so freaked out, then turned around to glare at me and started to push me towards the window.
Why did everyone want to yeet me out of windows today?
"Why can't I meet her? She sounds lovely," I stopped in my tracks with my hands in my pockets as she was desperately trying to get rid of me, clearly, I was enjoying that.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Uchiha?" she whispered-yelled and pointed towards my ridiculously huge tent in my pants.
"Shit, you're right. Fine, I'm leaving," I let out a snicker and adjusted my pants as I sauntered over her window "I mean, you, and I and your step-mom. Sounds like bad porn."
The color on her face seemed to have been drained, she was quite literally about to pass out as her hands were gripping the roots of her hair "FUCK, UCHIHA, GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE, PLEASE!"
"Junneko!" a knock on her door was heard "Can I come in?"
"I just came out of the shower! Let me put some clothes on!" she almost squealed and I pressed my lips together not to laugh at her reaction as I opened her window to let myself slip through.
The woman seemed to be standing behind the closed door "Alright, I just wanted to tell you that there's this event next week where I've been hired to personally cook for some important guests. Meet me downstairs to tell you the rest of it!" her footsteps behind the door signaled her departing and Jun finally breathed out relieved.
"A kiss for goodbye?" I grinned before climbing down.
She stood there in the middle of her room with a furious glare as if she wanted to perform a castration on me.
"I ain't going anywhere if I don't get my kiss."
I heard her murmur something under her breath, bet she was cursing the shit out of me. But I didn't care. I still wanted my kiss if that meant she would smack my balls. Yet, I did cover my crotch protectively, just in case.
She neared me and the moment she leaned down, I grabbed her neck and kissed her in a way that had her lips bruised and her cheeks flushed.
When our lips parted to take a breath, I caught a glimpse of Itachi's room across the street, he had returned to his bedroom and was already sitting at his desk and studying.
But I knew he had seen us. Good. Watch and learn. I smiled to myself.
I teased Jun one more time with a small peck on her lips "If you dream of me tonight, remember, I like it rough," and with that, I turned around and jumped out her window.
Bad idea.
There was nothing on that wall for me to hold onto firmly like Itachi's home.
So, the result was me slipping and landing with my butt straight on a bush.
Fuck! I didn't mean this kind of rough..
"Oh my God! You alright? Are you hurt?" she whispered, looking down at me with concern filling her big doe eyes. She did care about me getting hurt and that caused a warm and bubbly feeling to curl inside my chest.
Groaning and rubbing my back, I smiled up at her with a thumbs up.
"Idiot," she rolled her eyes and went inside, shutting the window closed behind her.
She always surprised me with what came out of her mouth. So blunt, spunky, unfiltered, like she didn't care about anyone's opinion whatsoever. And I liked that she didn't need my validation to know she was hot, she seemed like someone who wouldn't take anyone's shit instead of shying around or biting her lip awkwardly like a lost puppy without knowing jack shit about this world. And yet she was so oblivious to all those assholes ogling her when she stepped inside a room, the all familiar stare hoping that they would score her. Like they would ever stand a chance. She was out of their league with that attitude of hers, but I was about to own this game she was playing with me.
And that just made me wonder why the hell she was -obviously- holding back what was hidden inside of her and wouldn't let herself be the true badass she seemed to be. Like she'd chosen to shield herself inside a bubble of a dull, boring, ordinary life.
My hand instinctively slipped inside the pocket of my hoodie and touched the piece of paper I'd tucked in. Maybe all that she needed was a little push. A sort of motivation to get out of her comfort zone.
Shisui was such a damn fool.
Walking down the street and towards my car, I felt my phone buzz inside my pocket. I took it out, and when I saw the name flashing across the screen, my other hand instinctively grabbed my cigarette pack to bring it up to my mouth as I pulled a stick out with my teeth.
Pressing the phone between my ear and my shoulder, I tilted my head to light up the cigarette.
"Hey, Rin, what's up."
"Hey, sweetie, I missed you! What have you been up to? Do you have any plans for today?"
"Nah, nothing important."
"Great! Why don't you come over? I already spoke with Kakashi for a meet-up, he's got some things to do first, but guess what! I think he finally broke up with Anko!"
I blew a big cloud of smoke and kicked a pebble away as I leaned my back on the driver's door "You don't say! But it's not like it's the first time they've broken up, you know."
"Yeah, but this time it's official. She didn't deserve him; Kakashi doesn't need an average cheerleader to boost his ego like most of the boys these days would do. And she was too tacky for his taste, I mean, who wears a fishnet top or a choker these days? Ew. Anyways, I'll be waiting for you! Bring over my favorite snack and I may let you have some of it!" she giggled in a way she knew I couldn't say no to her.
"Aight, see you there," I ended the call and dropped the cigarette onto the ground before snuffing it under my shoe. As I got inside my car, I rubbed my eyes and sighed, suddenly I caught myself feeling pretty much exhausted.
Yeah. Maybe I was an asshole who would never learn his lesson.
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Okay, so it was brought to my attention that it was surprisingly easier for me to write Obito's POV as I could express myself way better, like, I had so many ideas to stuff into this long-ass chapter instead of cutting it into two parts, as you may've noticed lol.
I don't know whether I should feel happy or freak out about it.
So, did you guys like it?
If so, please vote, comment etc, you make me so happy with all your feedback❤️
Quick question, what's your favorite food? Mine is any kind of pasta, or pizza 🍝 🍕 (if any of you are from Italy, I envy you.)
Almost forgot! Just another realistic portrait of Obito I made for all the horny guys out there. Including myself.
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