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ItaNeji 500 Word Drabble

For Ash365

It was not often Itachi Uchiha found himself in a supermarket. He was above them. He either shopped online, or got the house keeper to do it instead. He didn't like them.

He didn't like the bustle of the people as they shoved past each other to get to the items they desired. He didn't like the bright lights that reflected off the bright floors into his sensitive eyes. He didn't like the unattended children tossing food packets on the ground. He didn't like the attended children screaming over a lolly their mothers wouldn't let them have.

He didn't like it at all.

But he was still there, at seven thirty-six on a Monday morning, because of his damn lover.

Itachi was a strong person, both mentally and physically. He was an Uchiha, after all. The cream of the crop. The best family in Konoha. He could banter with a person so that it sounded friendly, but really, he was insulting them and their entire family.

But he could not say no to Neji Hyuuga.

All Neji had to do was flick his hair back, bat his long lashes and pout slightly, and Itachi would move the earth for him. Of course, Neji didn't flick his long hair, or bat his lashes, and would never intentionally pout, but Itachi still tried to move the earth for him.

Because Itachi loved him that much.

Itachi loved him so much that here he was, on a Monday morning, at a supermarket, when he should have been getting ready for work. He avoided the early morning shoppers as he made his way towards the bakery section, scowling at anyone who met his eye.

Itachi had been awakened that morning, not by birds chirping, or an alarm clock, but by his lover, shaking his shoulder viciously.

Still half-asleep, Itachi wasn't sure what was happening until he found himself sloppily dressed and shoved out the front door without so much as a good morning kiss, and only a note in his left hand to tell him where he was going.

Itachi had been rather irritable at first, but now he didn't mind so much. He loved doing things for his lover, even though doing them at seven-thirty-six in the morning was a little annoying.

Itachi sighed as he stopped in front of the bakery area, scanning the shelves. He did love Neji. More than anything. He loved to stroke Neji's hair, to kiss his lips softly, to pin him to the closest surface and simply ravish him. He loved to peck him softly on the lips to make him blush in public.

He loved to watch him sleep, watch him read, watch him stare out a window. He loved to cook for Neji, to eat food made by Neji, to buy things for Neji.

And despite how much he loved watching Neji pick the fruit out of Hot Cross Buns, Itachi leant forward and grabbed a bag of the fruitless ones, because he knew Neji loved them so.