Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto
Dedication: Melioko for beta duties for Sacrament of the Moon enjoy ^^
It all began when she shoved him down the hill while they were playing in the playground of the Academy. It wasn't exactly playing on either of their parts, but it was the only excuse the instructors could give to their very disgruntled parents.
Itachi knew that the young Inuzuka heiress didn't like him. In fact she loathed him, constantly glaring at him as the other girls squealed and swooned over him; shoving gifts he didn't really want. He logically concluded that his popularity was the reason she shoved him down the hill, either that or she honestly didn't like him. When he finished tumbling down, he stared back up at her, black eyes filled with annoyance and bewilderment.
Hana had her hands on her hips, her feet shoulder width apart and a fierce scowl on her tattooed face. Her three ninja-dogs at her side, one was hiding in fright, another was sniffing at a rock, while the third was snarling at him. "Take that you copy-eye freak!" Hana shouted down at him, while the snarling pup barked in agreement. The Inuzuka girl gave him one last violent glare before marching off.
Itachi blinked, once, twice, thrice before he was attacked by his fan club. All wailing at the top of their lungs, asking if he was okay and if he wanted them to beat up that "stupid dog-girl" among other things. Amidst the confusion of his so-called adoring fans, he slipped away, puzzled by the treatment of the Inuzuka heiress. He wouldn't go so far as to say he was use to the endless positive attention from the opposite sex, but to have a girl inflict physical harm upon his person with malicious intent behind it, was, for the most part, rather new to the prodigious Uchiha heir. And Itachi was like a cat, he only felt comfortable when he knew everything about his surroundings.
Which is why he found himself at the door of the head house of the Inuzuka clan, staring up at the face of Inuzuka Tsume, who was scowling at him, her large wolf-hound Kuromaru behind her, with his fangs bared. "Whaddya want Uchiha?" Tsume barked.
"I would like to speak with Hana-san, please," Itachi replied politely.
"What do you want with my daughter?"
"I would like to have a conversation with her, Tsume-sama."
"I want to discuss the matter of her pushing me down a hill."
Tsume arched her brow, "Are you going to yell at her? Drag her to your father?"
"No, Tsume-sama, I would just like to have a civil conversation with her on the matter," Itachi replied, his expression neutral, though his eyes held annoyance. He never liked talking a lot, and a lot of talking got on his nerves. Tsume sighed through her nose.
"Hana!" she shouted over her shoulder. "Hana, some boy is here to talk to you! Get your scrawny ass down here!"
There was a thunder of steps and in a few short moments the Inuzuka girl appeared, with flush cheeks and fly-away strains of hair framing her oval face.
"Yes, Mom?" Hana looked at her mother. Tsume jutted her chin at Itachi before leaving. Hana placed her hands on either side of the door, eyes narrowing. "Oh," her voice was icy, "its you."
Itachi gulped and for the first time in his life, he was at a lost on what to do and allowed his carefully placed façade of indifference slip long enough for Hana to read him. This totally wasn't good. The young Uchiha fixed his dark eyes on his feet, which were suddenly much more interesting than the girl before him. Itachi was thankful his dark bangs hid his face, for his cheeks were tinted with a rosy blush. His mind was reeling at the sudden realization that Hana was a girl.
A rather beautiful girl.
She wasn't like the girls in his fan club, all shallow and so concern about their appearance and what others thought about them. They were more focused on stupid things, than on their ninjutsu.
Hana...well, she was different.
She was rough and rugged. Gentle with animals and had a homely feel about her, but she was still a loud, in-your-face Inuzuka. A tomboy that loved a good brawl. She opinionated and outspoken, and the guts to back up her boats. And, unlike the other girls, she wasn't afraid of him nor worshiped him.
"What do you want?" Hana asked, not pleased that the Uchiha boy was on her door step.
"Why did you push me?" Itachi asked, regaining his indifferent façade. Hana pursed her lips together.
"Because," she squared her shoulders, "you aren't all that great. I mean, anyone can throw shuriken like you do if they just tried to put a bit more effort into the task oppose to going gaga over you."
"Plus, the Sharingan is stupid also. All it does is copy jutsu. At least I have a useful ability. I can track people via their scent and the Aburame clan utilizes their beetles. The Uchiha and the Hyuga look down upon the other clans because they don't have some fancy dancy kekkei genkai dojutsu! Well," she marched up to him and jabbed him in the chest with her index finger, "Inuzuka, Aburame, Yamanaka, Nara, and Akimichi are ten times better than Uchiha and Hyuga! Cause we fight without depending on some stupid dojutsu or kekkei genkai! We make up our own ninjutsu and trump all of your stupid kekkei genkai crap!"
Itachi narrowed his eyes, "Is that the best argument you can come up with?"
Hana scowled. "So what if it is! Gonna call me stupid?"
"No," he shook his head.
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to know why you pushed me."
"I told you! Because you're a stupid copy-eye freak!"
"What's so funny?"
"Hn," he looked at the sky, "I must be heading home," he smiled cryptically at her, "it was nice talking with you Hana-san," Itachi bowed to her before leaving.
Itachi left Hana alone for a month, pretending like she never had crossed paths with him. Once the month was up, he did everything in his power to subtly annoy the girl. Which was easy enough to do, since he just gave attention to his adoring fans and watched her reaction. Itachi knew that Hana indeed had a rather large crush on him.
Itachi was surprised when Hana confronted him after school one day. "You jerk!" her idea of confronting him was to punch him in the face, in front of his adoring fans.
The girls glared at Hana. "Do you want us to beat her up for you Itachi-kun?" the ringleader asked.
"No," Itachi grabbed Hana's arm, tightly, "I'll talk to her," he said and dragged the Inuzuka girl off.
Hana glowered at him, once they were safe in the forest. "Okay, admit it," he looked at her. Hana frowned, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes fixed on something other than the smirking Uchiha brat.
"Admit what?" Hana asked.
"That you like me."
"I don't like an arrogant snob like you!"
"I don't!" Hana screeched, a blush tinting her tattooed cheeks. "I mean who could ever like an ass like you!"
Itachi shrugged, blinking calmly.
"Stop staring at me like that!"
"Stop staring or I'm gonna smack ya!"
Itachi only blinked. Hana snorted like an angry bull. "I mean it!" she shouted.
Itachi allowed a light smirk to grace his lips. Hana snarled before slapping him, but her attack never connected for he grabbed her wrist, his obsidian eyes twinkling, before pulling her into a chaste kiss.
They both quickly looked away, blushing furiously. "Meet me here...tomorrow?" Itachi asked.
"Sure," Hana then punched him in the gut.
"What was that for?"
"This," she then kissed his cheek, before walking off.
Itachi from then on gave up on trying to understand the opposite sex.
Itachi is so epic fail!
I'm so sorry Itachi-kun! T.T
I haven't written him in six months, so its only natural that he's totally epic fail.
I just felt like writing ItaHana. They are so adorable!