Love is War!
"Hey, Itachi, hurry up already!”, a young voice called from downstairs. Itachi sighed softly and smoothed over the few wrinkles on his black jacket.
“I’ll be down in a minute.”, he said with a loud, but steady voice - steady, unlike his hands that carefully took a solid gold chain from a simple, yet immeasurable important box. Holding his breath he fixated the chain on top of his jacket, admiring the beautiful color and the way the morning sun reflected on the precious metal. The chain of the student council president, inherited by dozens, if not hundreds of Amegakure’s finest students - people destined for power, prestige and greatness.
True to his word, Itachi took no more than a minute to tighten the knot holding his long, raven hair and quickly wiping his thick glasses, before descending down to his brother, who was already fully dressed and ready for school.
Seeing his brother he rolled his eyes. “What?”, Itachi asked and Sasuke rolled his eyes again.
“Nothing…”
“No, please, what is it?”
Sasuke looked his brother up and down, taking in his perfectly ironed, spotless uniform and his perfectly brushed, moisturized hair and his perfectly placed, glittering gold chain.
“This year is going to be unbearable…”
Itachi laughed softly (and perfectly). “Just be glad you are still in middle school and that I have no authority over you.”
Sasuke huffed. “Still…the teachers are going to be an absolute pain in the ass. Sasuke, be more cooperative, you are never going to be a student council member like your brother! Sasuke, pay attention, your brother was never so misbehaved! Sasuke, only 98 percent, your brother had 110 percent in my class! Sasuke…”, the younger Uchihas tirade ended in an angry growl. “I’m not your fucking clone!”
“No one says you are or that you should be.”
“Tell that to my teachers! Or maybe start with Dad…”
Itachi sighed softly. “What did Shisui always say - don’t listen to the haters?”
“It’s fuck the haters!”
“Same thing.”
“No, not really.”, Sasuke said and Itachi could see a small smile fighting the frown on his face.
“Well, we should be heading out now, the car is waiting for us.”
“Yeah, yeah, I still think you should say fuck - at least once.”
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Amegakure Private Academy - an incredibly prestigious academy, established to educate the children of nobles and shinobi clans, who will someday become the new leaders of Genso-no-kagobutsu! And the ones who lead them, can not by any meaning of the word, be referred to as “ordinary people”. It’s the student council!
Amegakures president: Itachi Uchiha! As the heir of the Uchiha-clan, he is the heir of one of Konohagakures oldest and most prestigious clans, a legacy of both peace and war! Nowadays the Uchiha-Clan is associated with politics both in Konohagakure and Genso-no-kagobutsu, being the personification of law and justice! Like his father Fugaku Uchiha, Konohagakures minister of defense, Itachi is destined for a life battling crime and danger!
As a son every mother could dream of, he excels in all of his classes, studies history and literature, plays the flute and was taught Ballet from the moment he could walk. And though one could think that Itachi could not possibly push more hours into his day, he will always take his time in helping a friend in need - no matter the cause, no matter the price. A true prodigy in body, mind and spirit!
And that is the man he is supported by:
Amegakures vice-president: Kisame Hoshigaki! Born and raised on the shores of Kirigakure he is the ocean reborn! At first glance he might be seen as just your average jock - breaking school records on the daily and collecting trophies without an end in sight - but like the ocean he hides more than can be seen on the surface! Though he is able to properly show his intellect in only a handful of subjects he shows his heart in various projects regarding environmental protection and animal welfare! Also, should you decide to forgo any shred of decency and kindness, tormenting and picking on your juniors - you will be sure to regret it dearly. He is both beloved and feared for his physical and mental strength!
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“Look, it's the student council!”
"Oh my!"
“They look so cool together, like straight out of a Shounen Jump.”
“Te-he, I know another genre where they could star in.”
“Psst! Shut up or they are going to kick you out!”
“Te-he, yes kick me, daddy!”
“Shut up!!!”
“I gotta be real with you, those two are fucking.”
“Who starts a conversation like that?!”
“Itachi is so cute, I wonder if he has a girlfriend?”
“I bet, with these looks.”
“Do you think she could be from another school?”
“Nah, he would never date someone who can’t go to Amegakure.”
“Maybe he’s already betrothed?”
“You are watching too many movies.”
“Nah, I’ve heard some noble clans still do arranged marriages and stuff.”
“Good luck, marrying that one to a girl.
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“Damn…I wish I could be on the student council.”
“Why, you can’t even do a book report on time.”
“But imagine the company!!!”
“I don’t think they want any girls there, if you get me.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Who am I going to marry, then?!”
“HAPPY PRIDE MONTH, MISTER PRESIDENT!”
“It’s already september, dumbass!”
—
“It seems as if we are quite the hot gossip in the hallways.”, Kisame said with a smile and let himself fall on the expensive leather couch that took the center of the students council chamber.
Itachi rolled with his eyes as his eyes sped over the cabinet filled with dozens of teas in a selected variety of tastes. He was in the mood for jasmine tea, but a simple mixed berries tea sounded nice as well.
“They are teenagers and they talk about what teenagers always talk about.”, he said dismissively.
“Well so are you.”, the vice-president countered.
“Yes, but I dare say that I would be considered more mature and focused than even some of our seniors.”
He opened the cabinet and took out the container for the jasmine tea.
Neither of them said anything as Itachi prepared the hot beverage with a mastery that only came from years of experience and generations of elite.
“Well, when our secretary finally decides to show up we can begin with our actual work.” Itachi said and gave Kisame a disapproving look. “And no longer dwell on the blabbering of people who should rather be concerned about their studies than on the life of strangers...”
Kisame huffed. “Yes, sir.”
Itachi took a sip of the tea and eyed the tall, muscular man before him.
You can huff all you want, but I can clearly see how much this gossip means to you, how it has taken root in your heart. And I know why. You are popular, everybody loves you wherever you go - and yet you did not ever spare a single lingering look or a coquettish word to any of your female friends and clubmates. You may know it, you may not know it, but you are as straight as Archimedes circles , he thought and smiled to himself.
Well and if you swing in that way, it is only a matter of time before your basic instincts are set upon me, the handsome young man who is always by your side, who you look up to, who you turn for advice. But don’t worry I won’t mind, I’ve already so many letters in my lockers and pairs of feet trailing after me, one more won’t make a difference. Maybe I’ll even entertain the thought of your inevitable infatuation with me - it might prove interesting.
Kisame stared at Itachis aiguillette.
Just because you have got that fancy chain on your shoulders doesn’t mean you are better than everybody else! I know you Uchihas may act high and mighty but you do care about what they say, how can you not? You are just scared, scared what will happen when your perfect diamond armor cracks and everyone sees that you are just a kid like everyone else.
You may know it, you may not know it, but you are as fruity as a Giuseppe Arcimboldo painting! , he thought and chuckled quietly to himself.
Oh well, I wonder who it will be that will make you realize? If you are lucky it’s going to be me… maybe it’s me who will make you drool and stumble and wake from strange dreams in the dark?
You will surely be embarrassed, but I won’t mind, I won’t tease or bully you - after all you are the precious student council president."
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Half a year passed and nothing of note happened. The students council president and his vice-president worked perfectly together; in completely platonic companionship they solved problem after problem, managed and hosted events after events, settled disputes between students, teachers and local politicians - growing and maturing into fine men with a bright future.
Though, with no progress made in their relationship their feelings shifted from “I won’t mind if you have a crush on me” to “I will make you confess your crush to me”!
Some people say that love is a beautiful and happy thing. And they are all wrong! Love is a never-ending struggle between dominance and submission, control and helplessness, winners and losers. And the thing that decides this fate is simply the act of falling in love - whoever falls in love first, loses! Whoever confesses their love first, loses! Whoever gives in first, loses! For Love is War!