We had to go back to "work" tomorrow and despite the fun of constantly being in danger, I wanted to make the most of my time off. There was a lot of things I wanted to do now that I was in a new city, but one item topped the list.

"Oi dipshit. Take me on a date."

Itachi turned is attention towards me (as he should) and I watched his previous train of thought get thrown off the rails as he processed my demand.

"Hn?"

I draped myself across the couch and Itachi's legs by extension. "You heard me. I've had a rough week and deserve to be spoiled as such."

He looked down at me in thought, paying little attention to my head being in his lap. Probably mulling over exactly how uncontrollable I would be in a public setting.

Who knew? It depended on how the date turns out.

Finally, Itachi seemed to go against his better judgement and humour me. "How formal?"

Sweet victory. "Casual is fine," I smirked.

Don't get me wrong, I'm an expensive bitch. I just wanted to see the high and mighty Uchiha go to Olive Garden or some shit. Maybe it would do him good to knock that pride of his down a peg.

Refusing to stoop to my level, the second prettiest boy in the world helped me select a place for our first date. Well, first official date. I was still willing to bet that our time in the panic room counted.

We eventually picked out a cute restaurant in the city to get dinner at. It wasn't a chain I was familiar with, but I wasn't a local to the city and trusted Itachi's judgement.

Earlier that day I hade made quick work of the local cosmetics shop and was reunited with an eyeliner pen at last. Combined with streetwear and my gorgeous face I found an outfit that I deemed worthy to be seen wearing in public.

"How do look?" I asked, striking a pose in front of my date.

Despite waiting patiently for him to feed my ego, Itachi said nothing and simply looked at me.

I poked him. "Give me an answer, jerk."

"Hn."

Bitch.

Now that I thought of it, Itachi was looking pretty good himself. A purple button up and a black blazer was a bit fancy, but I chalked it up to him just being weird like that.

I was wrong.

"You motherfuc-"

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself. It's on me."

The restaurant he had taken me to was nothing like how he described it. Instead of  a quaint family eatery, this fuck had taken me to what could have been the most expensive restaurant in the whole city.

That wasn't the problem though. The issue was that I wasn't dressed for whatever the fuck this place was. Hell, I'd be surprised if they let me through the door.

"I'm not going in there," I stated, halting mere steps before the entry.

Itachi was unfazed. If anything the bastard looked amused.

"But we have a reservation." He reasoned.

That rat bastard.

"You're such a dick! I should have known you would pull shit," I fumed. "And to think, I was actually excited for this!"

His smile dropped. "Deidara, I'm not trying to humiliate you. I genuinely want to spend a good evening together and I promise the people inside won't give you any trouble," he explained, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Why did he always know what to say? Him and that pretty fucking mug of his. Although.... he seemed sincere enough. I took a deep breath.

"Fine. Let's do this."

Taking him by one of his arms, I walked us into the establishment. My charisma fizzled out when I realized that I didn't actually want to go up and talk to the host at all.

Itachi gave me a knowing glance and began asking about our table. I didn't pay much attention to what they were saying as my eyes traveled about the interior. Sheeh. This place was loaded.

After we were seated I tried not to pay attention to the weird looks we kept getting from the staff.

"Liar." I grumbled.

Itachi followed my gaze and curtly smiled.

"They're looking at us because we kill people for a living. Not whatever you think it is." He deadpanned, staring directly back at them with a frightening intensity.

Oh, yeah. The spades probably had reign over this place too.

I groaned. "I hate it when you make sense."

Making Idle conversation was interesting after all we'd done together. Like, yeah, he's seen me blow up a building, but I never knew he had a sweet tooth for dango. Or, sure, he may have technically drugged and kidnaped me, but did he know I was a Taurus?

We continued sharing small bits and pieces about our lives together until the meal was over. Even if there were too many forks, the food was worth the confusion. Apparently, if you throw enough money at anything it'll taste better.

A skittish waiter gave us our bill and we left for the car.

"That was actually... not terrible," I admitted sheepishly.

Itachi hummed in agreement. "I'm glad."

Damn. I should really start asking him for more shit. Look how today turned out. Hopefully I wouldn't screw this up long enough for this to actually turn into someth-

"Itachi... did we just pass the apartment?"

He flicked his eyes from me to the road in a thinly masked expression of mischief.

"Where are we going?"

No response.

"Itachi?" I questioned. This time with a growing amount of curiosity behind my voice.

He smiled reassuringly. "It's a surprise."

I huffed. That wasn't an answer. But damn, did I ever love surprises.

We rolled up to a flat grassy area. Night had already fallen, making it somewhat hard to see if there was anything out there. I squinted. It looked like it could have been an empty soccer field or some sort of treeless park.

He took my hand and I let him lead me to the near center of it before sitting down.

"Y'know, if I had any self preservation instincts this would be sort of sketchy," I commented, taking the space next to him.

This earned one of his rare laughs. "Sorry, that's understandable."

My attention was abruptly snagged by a spark shooting upwards through the sky. It created a loud whistle as it went and exploded into a vibrant burst of colour before it could fall. It was gorgeous.

There were more. Each one just as magnificent as the last. It was light. It was colour. It was noise. It was ephemeral. It was art.

My mouth hung slack. "How?"

"I made a call," He smiled, leaning just a bit closer to me."Believe it or not, I had this idea two days ago... You just asked me before I could do it myself."

"Shut up and kiss me," I breathed.

And he did.