Sweet Thing

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto I wish I did though.


"No, that's not what it means. Now try again," Itachi said from behind me. I was sitting at his desk, not touching the computer. I tried again and got my hand swatted away. I was a little disappointed. I wanted him to touch me again not hit me like I was some little kid trying to steal from the cookie jar. Itachi was pacing behind me as he drilled definitions in my head. We are having a test on them tomorrow. There are going to be fifteen definitions, I only have five down. I glanced at the clock on the dresser it was already going to be nine. An hour and this is all I have done. Although, I've got to give Itachi credit, nobody has been this patient with me.

"Can we please take a break?" I said. I laid my head on my book not wanting to go on.

"In thirty minutes," Itachi said. I turned around to look at him. He's so graceful. I love watching him move.

"Thirty minutes? How much longer are we going to be doing this?" I asked slumping against the desk.

"As long as it takes you to learn these definitions." Itachi held the book and patted the page with definitions.

"Are we the only ones here?" I asked trying to get the topic to move to something other than school.

"Yes. Now what's the next one?" I sighed. There's no shaking him. I continued to work on everything. After thirty minutes I finally got my break. Itachi left the room while I laid my head down. I got up and followed him to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" I was taken aback. He's offering me something?

"Water would be fine," I said cautiously not wanting to get my hopes to high that he was actually going out of his way to be nice to me. It's so hard to keep any conversation going when he doesn't contribute much. I'm not going to give up though.

Itachi moved to a cupboard, he pulled out a glass; he put ice in it and ran the water from the tap into the glass. I would have thought he would have given me a bottle of water. I grinned at him. He looked up at me when he turned off the faucet. He handed me the glass with a raised eyebrow.

"Why do you always grin?" I stood there with my mouth hanging open looking like a fish. Itachi asked me a question without me having to ask him anything.

"What do you mean why do I always grin?" Great! Now I've answered his question with a question. He probably won't talk anymore. And to my surprise he continued.

"Like I said why do you always grin? Every time I see you are always grinning or smiling," Itachi said leaning his weight against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. He stared at me waiting for me to answer. My heart started to pound hard against my chest, my palms got sweaty so much so that I put down my glass of water not wanting it to slip from my grasp. What is it about him that makes me like this?

Part of my bangs covered my eye. I pushed the hair away to get a better look at Itachi. He waited patiently for me to answer his question. I licked my lips and dove in. "I grin and smile a lot because I'm having a good time and I'm happy," I said. I moved my head to let my bangs fall in front of my left eye.

Itachi processed the information before asking another question. "Even though you aren't getting the best grades?" Okay, not the question I expected.

"Yeah, you don't have to have the best grades to be happy. You have the best grades in school and you don't seem happy at all." I clapped my hand over my mouth. I think I stepped in it this time. This is probably why I get into fights a lot. I can't keep my big mouth shut.

Itachi glared at me, but I didn't cower like many people do when they see his glare. "What's your point?" He asked his voice dangerously low.

I put my hands up. "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just stating that you don't seem that happy and wait how do you know I'm always grinning?" I can't believe I didn't catch that earlier. I never really seen him look my way except on a few occasions, but that's usually when I do something to warrant the attention of the whole class.

"I don't know what you're talking about. It's time to go back to work," Itachi said walking past with me without another glance. I started walking after him when I smelled the delicious smell coming from him. He smells so good. I lifted my nose up and sniffed the air more. I ran after Itachi when I saw him standing by his door with a frown on his generous mouth. I would love to find out just how generous his mouth would be, but I'm afraid if I did I might no longer be apart of this world.

We went back to work immediately. Well at least Itachi did, I was thinking about what he had said in the kitchen about me smiling and wanting to know why I did it all the time. Does he watch me like I do him? I wonder if he's noticed me staring at him. I shook my head trying to work out the puzzle that was now presented to me. Itachi slammed his hands against my book. I stared wide eyed at him. His face was close to mine, close enough that our noses were almost touching. His cool breath danced across my face. I shivered not able to keep my actions under control.

"Deidara, can you tell me what I just said," Itachi said not moving away. My heart was going a million times a minute. I took in a deep breath.

"No," I said grinning.

Itachi sighed running a hand through his hair. Whoa! When did he take his hair down? His raven colored hair hung around his shoulders in a cascading waterfall. I sucked in air admiring the gorgeous sight before me.

"Why don't you wear your hair down more?" I asked getting up from the desk, not taking me eyes from Itachi's hair. I moved to touch it on impulse. Itachi caught my hand before I could get close to it.

"So people don't try to run their hands through it," Itachi let go of my hand when I looked in to his eyes. "I think that is good enough for tonight. I want you to come here tomorrow at the same time. You know your way out right?" Itachi turned away from me. I stayed where I was staring at my hand. I keep feeling electrifying jolts run through my body. "Deidara?" A shiver ran down my spine when Itachi said my name. I love the way it sounds coming from his lips.

"I don't have a ride home," I said looking around me to keep that stare from making me do something that would get me more Itachi's bad side.

"Come on," Itachi said grabbing his keys from the desk.

"Are you going to take me home?"

"That's the idea," Itachi said with a faint smirk.

"Are you smirking?" I asked grabbing my stuff. Itachi walked out the door with me right on his heels.

"No, you're seeing things." He did smirk. I smiled at Itachi, he just shook his head. We went to the garage and I got in to his black Mazda.

"Now where do you live?" Itachi asked.

"You mean you really are taking me home?" I asked baffled. Itachi started the car, which was my answer.