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Hyuuga Neji (heavenly_eyes) wrote in therisingsun,
@ 2009-04-10 18:23:00

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[Assignation] [Uchiha Itachi and Hyuuga Neji]
Who: Uchiha Itachi and Hyuuga Neji
Where: The Hotel, Itachi's apartment, and places in between.
Summary: Itachi has contracted some of Neji's time; for what, Neji has no idea.
Rating: PG - for now.
Warnings: n/a

The Hyuuga had, over time, acquired the ability to dress quite well, and on his assignations he often took this to the next level. For all that he was formal in mein, he kept his wardrobe simple; a kimono, with hair worn long over his shoulders, or if the night was to start with an excursion to a club (he had been contracted for such, to fill out a party or make a rival jealous) tight-fitting pants and a shirt with the top buttons undone. His outfit at the debut had set the tone, and certainly with the size of his closet, Neji had no trouble impressing, no matter who he was with or where they were going.

So when he had heard that Itachi had contracted him--Sasuke could not very well keep it secret, and Neji needed to know anyway--Neji had known precisely what to wear. His outfit was somewhat dressy, in that he would't look out of place if they were going out to an upscale restaurant, but it was casual enough to acknowledge the fact that they were passing familiar with each other. To be honest he was somewhat upended over this assignation. He'd thought more of Itachi, but men were men, and Uchihas were all the same, regardless.

So he waited in the lobby of the hotel, managing somehow to lounge without looking sloppy. His hair was pulled out of his face but fell free down his back in lovely brunet sheets, each strand glistening with care in the light. A car coat was beside him on the couch. With an expression of serenity on his face, Neji ignored the murmurings that started whenever someone caught sight of him. By now, most patrons of the hotel who came from the certain circles of the metropolis that they catered to knew his appearance, and they knew what his presence downstairs meant.

Let them guess, Neji thought. It couldn't hurt.

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hushedlaw
2009-04-10 09:12 pm UTC (link)

Itachi had taken care, this day. He'd made sure his apartment was acceptable-Itachi was not a messy person but he'd needed to catch up on dishes and straighten the laundry hamper in the bathroom-and spent most of the afternoon cooking. Nothing fancy-Itachi was by no means a chef-but something that wasn't likely to offend even delicate tastes.

Cornish game hens stuffed with something sweet, but only just, and baked just so. Veggies. Wine. And cupcakes-yes, cupcakes. He'd long since forgotten what they were called but remembered how to make them-dark chocolate batter with a cheese cake batter smacked in the center to give it a rich and creamy taste. He'd set it all out under heat lamps to keep it warm, straightened his shirt (Silk and buttoned up the front, offset by his blue jeans and bomber jacket), and headed out.

And, much to his surprise, he was nervous. And excited. He enjoyed the Hyuga's company more than he would like to let on and was looking forward to taking up his evening and night with the mundane. Dinner, wine, talk, chess maybe, if it came to that. A movie, perhaps. He would happily take Neji somewhere in town if staying in wasn't up to his taste.

Upon arriving at the hotel, he had lingered in the car, wondering if he should call but decided against it. If he had to go find Neji, he would just ask the front desk and wait.

And it only occured to Itachi as he pushed through the doors and saw Neji to wonder if Sasuke had extended the details of what Itachi wanted Neji for.

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heavenly_eyes
2009-04-10 10:05 pm UTC (link)

Neji rose gracefully, turning to face Itachi as he entered and bowing. There was a slight awkwardness that he hoped did not translate to his movements. The same familiarity that prompted the casual dress also made him unsure of his standing with the other man. Was he an equal, or just a pretty face that Itachi had intended to bed all along?

"Itachi-san," he said respectfully, rising, stormcloud-gray eyes sweeping up the other's form as he rose. He'd found that a number of his patrons liked the gesture, whether Neji was actually sizing them up or not. With Itachi it was surprisingly easy to do, and not a bad view either. That gave him little comfort even so.

Adjusting his dark blue shirt (mostly buttoned this time, though he'd left off the tie and had the car coat instead of a dinner jacket), the Hyuuga smiled a bit. "Good evening."

	heavenly_eyes 2009-04-11 12:39 am UTC (link)
	That relaxed him further, and the small smile that played about his lips did not leave. "Good. I would have asked him myself for your payment back if you had." After a moment spent watching the buildings go by, Neji looked over again. "What are we having for dinner?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hushedlaw 2009-04-11 12:45 am UTC (link)
	"Cornish game hens, steamed veggies, and cupcakes for desert." He could see his building up ahead, surrounded by trees planted for their shade on the sidewalk. "And wine." Good wine. Probably better than the dinner wine. Itachi pulled the car out front of his quiet building and killed the engine. "Hm, I'm not the best cook so be prepared." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heavenly_eyes 2009-04-11 01:08 am UTC (link)
	"I'm sure it's not." Neji rested his fingertips on Itachi's arm briefly, pushing himself up. It amounted to little more than a fleeting touch though, as he shrugged the coat on. It was yet chilly, even in the city. "I will enjoy it." He made a little gesture with hand and head, indicating Itachi could lead the way. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hushedlaw 2009-04-11 01:16 am UTC (link)
	As fleeting as the touch was, Itachi relished in it and felt guilty for enjoying it. Touch. So, as he moved to lead the way, he let his hand brush along Neji's back-much more obvious than an arm touch and more lingering than it should have been. To look at Itachi's expression, however, one would never guess he'd done it intentionally. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)