This is a one shot of Itachi and Hana.

I do not own the characters.

My only love sprung from my only hate

My name is Hana Inuzuka and I am stuck in a place you can call misery. Being dubbed the Inuzuka Princess means I have to attend these stupid business functions, that my loving parents call a social gathering between friends, yea right more like grinning sharks.

I can hear the loud music booming from downstairs as I climb the staircase up two floors and look for somewhere quiet to get away for a bit. Hell I love parties, just not these boring functions. The closet I find is perfect, if you would call it that. Well at least no one will find me in here. I pull open the door and sit myself on the dirty floor, not caring much about my dress, leaving it open a small amount to let some light and air in.

I pull out my phone and play candy crush till I get stuck on level 38 and lose all of my lives. Pulling my knees up, I rest my forehead on them. I'm sure my dad will crucify me for disappearing again. It's not even eleven o'clock and I already hear my bed calling for me. Taking a swing from the champagne bottle I feel more awake.

Itachi: Well looky here, princess Inuzuka

I look up and snarl in irritation and narrow my eyes.

Hana: Go to hell, Itachi, and the close the fucking door on your way out

Itachi: Why should I Hana? You look like someone who got dumped

Hana: Go fuck someone Itachi

He ignores me again and I'm surprised when he steps into the closet, and slides down the wall beside me.

Itachi: I would rather join you princess

He sounds as fed up as I do, oddly considering the amount of willing females waiting let alone salivating to be near him.

Itachi: Well this is cosy, so why are you sulking in a closet?

Hana: I am not sulking

Itachi makes a noise of disbelief and coolly raises one eyebrow. I try not to be too jealous of this talent, which I lack. He actually looks quite handsome this evening, not to mention sexy when he reaches up one hand and drags it through his dark hair. He then decisively pulls his bow tie open, leaving the black ties hanging open around his neck. It's only when Itachi starts to undo a top button that I say something

Hana: What the fuck are you doing?

He smirks again and holds his hands up in a casual surrender.

Itachi: Don't worry princess I have no intention of sleeping with you again

Itachi looks me up and down

Itachi: You have filled out Hana

Hana: What the fuck! Oh shut up you jerk!

I pull at my red skirts to shake out the creases in the material

Hana: This corset is killing me

Itachi: Want me to take it off?

Hana: Don't get too bloody excited, Itachi, hands where I can see them

Itachi: Is this how you plan to spend the evening?

Hana: Actually, that is none of your business Uchiha

He looked at me and smiled and then got up and offered me his hand to pull me up. I get to my feet and brush myself down, stretching my aching joints and making a half hearted attempt to loosen my damn bodice, noticing his stare on my boobs.

Hana: My face is further up Itachi

Itachi: Can't help it, if you put them on display

Itachi steps out of the closet first and then opens the door for me

Itachi: Everyone's downstairs, there's no one about

Together, we go downstairs back amongst the crowd of bright dresses and dress robes. I try and find my friend Yuki, but no such luck.

Yuki: Hana

I turn round and spot my friend Yuki elegantly running towards me.

Yuki: OMG you and Itachi slept together again

Itachi give me the look to say go with it, but before I can tell him where he can stick it.

Mr Inuzuka: THAT'S MY DAUGHTER YOU'RE BRAT!

My dad yells whilst everyone turns around and watches my dad running after Itachi, who decided to let my dad know we slept together ages ago. Mum rolls her eyes at Mikito Uchiha and both ladies give me the thumbs up. Itachi runs back in and plants one on me promising me something wicked will come my way later this evening. I guess maybe social gatherings aren't too bad after all as Itachi and I sneak away to his car grinning at each other.

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