These are short one-shots of Luisanna and Itachi; if you have read Kidnapping, you are familiar with my OC Luisanna. If you haven't please do. I write these in my spare time on my iPod when I really can't do anything else. You gotta love Notes, am I right? So anywho, these are one-shots, they are related to each other but are not exactly in direct order; I am free to continue or discontinue it because it is not a chapter story, but a bunch of one-shots with the same two characters. I repeat: ONE-SHOTS! Do not beg me to continue because that'll discourage me with these. I love to hear that in chapter stories the "please continue" but if you do that with this one, I'll feel obligated to make it a chapter story and I don't want to do that; I just want a book of one-shots. Giving me your favorite parts, what you liked about it, ect. will make me feel very happy.

Thanks for respecting my wishes. R&R!

Serving her usual table, Luisanna gave the two a fake smile. A man with glowing red eyes, centered with a pupil and what an outsider such as she could only describe as three extra pupils, sat cross-legged; his partner, sharklike in every way, glared at the man. "Make up your mind," the shark-man growled through sharp teeth. Luisanna didn't let his appearance scare her.

"Have you not yet decided then?" the Puerto Rican girl asked in her rounded and odd Japanese.

The man with long navy-colored hair glance his glowing eyes up to his server and gave her a twitch of his beautiful lips. He was amazing, Luisanna'd have to admit; he had gorgeous-shaped eyes, an amazing cut to his strong-looking jaw, beautifully shaped lips, and a wonderful cut to his almost not there smile, which had gone as quickly as it twitched up. "We have," he said in his rich, deep voice. Luisanna almost dropped her pen to the floor at its sexiness. Instead she just nodded and gripped her pen tighter, waiting for the order. "I'll have the black tea, if you don't mind…" The man trailed off, waiting for a name.

Luisanna gasped; she knew she had given them her name when she first sat them. "Luisanna, Luisanna Sanchez-Ramos," she said, blinking at the fact that she had given him her whole name. She never did that! She was smarter than that! Still, having the man know her surname felt right.

"You aren't from here, are you, Luisanna-chan?" the man asked, a soft tone to his voice. It was strange. The shape of his eyes, the crease of his smile, the redness of his orbs, the deep sweetness of his voice—they all had a bad-boy quality to them; he didn't seem the type to ask or even care about something as simple as a servant's name.

Luisanna offered a shy smile. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, gaining more confidence as the man's red eyes dimmed a shade.

The navy-haired man offered a small chuckle. "You have a Spanish accent," he explained grinningly.

"Well," Luisanna started, grinning the same grin that was evident in the man's voice, "I am Puerto Rican. I'm trying hard, Japanese is just harder to learn than English."

This time, the man offered a small two-sided grin that left the waitress speechless for a second; it was gone as soon as it appeared, but it was beautiful nonetheless. "So they say. Are you trilingual then?"

Luisanna nodded. "Actually, quad-lingual; Spanish, sarcasm, English, and Japanese in that exact order," she said, holding back another smile at the man's interest.

"Amazing," the man said in his smiling voice. "You're smart enough to be an Uchiha."

Luisanna pursed her lips. "I don't know what that means," she decided, "but I'm going to take it as a complement."

The smiled and it lasted longer than two seconds. It lit his face up so much that the waitress thought the wrinkles on his cheeks were laugh-lines; he looked too young for them to be anything else. He was just a few years older than her. Maybe he was seventeen or eighteen to her fifteen. "Feel free to," he chuckled. Luisanna decided that it was meant as a complement. She smiled again and sighed, remembering she was working.

"And what'll you have, sir?" she asked, turning to the shark-man that had waited in annoyed silence.

"Water."

Luisanna nodded, pushing the sleeves up on her bothersome green kimono. "I'll be right back." She bowed to her customers respectfully just as Yū had taught her and walked away. Only to be stopped by a hand, warm and comforting, on her wrist. She turned back, curious; most people would have called her name instead of stopping her themselves. "Yes?" she asked, smiling when she noticed that it was the man with the dark navy hair that had stopped her. He seemed so kind, even with his bad-boy attitude. Damn her and her attraction to bad-boys.

"My name is Uchiha Itachi, and I'd like to teach you Japanese over a proper dinner," he said, his face straight and his eyes, red when she first saw him, black. Luisanna smiled and nodded. "When does your shift end?"

"Five," the Puerto Rican said with a smile.

"I'll be around at five then."

"I'll be waiting," she said winningly. "Now, in the meanwhile, I have teas to bring."

They smiled at each other, the strange man's slightly choppier with that same bad-boy edge. Then he let her go and returned to his seat, where the shark-man sat smirking. Luisanna held in a girlish squeal.

There you are. How they met. R&R!