"Get off of me," [Name] said, gasping for much needed clean air.

Instead, his grip only tightened and held her closer to his body. She was very much aware of the male chest that pressed against hers, and the evidence of his arousal down below.

"What the hell–," she managed to say before releasing an unintentional grunt. He was squeezing much too tightly, too much for her to bear.

"I can't breathe," she wheezed.

Suddenly, she could take in oxygen again. She quickly rushed to her feet and glared down at the man below her.

"What the hell is wrong with you, idiot?"

He glanced up at her and all she could notice was the way he pleaded but she had no clue as to why he did so.

She looked away, inadvertently sniffing herself in the process. It was well enough that his odor didn't rub off on her.

"Alright, I'm gonna leave now," she stated firmly. "Don't cause anymore trouble and keep your hands to yourself."

[Name] took a step to leave, only to find her foot clutched by the man's hand. She attempted to shake him off but to no avail. Accepting defeat, she gave him a nudge. "Geez, what do you want now? I need to leave before I'm late for my motorcycle race!"

At her words, he began to shake his head frantically.

"Oh my bejeezus, can you please speak to me? Or are you a mute?" She immediate backtracked her words by saying, "But if you're a mute, there's nothing wrong with that."

Finally, he croaked one word, "Stay."

She was taken aback from his demand and from his voice. Although he had deep baritones, it seemed unused, almost as if it was too dry for his vocal cords to enunciate.

"I can't," she protested. "I need to win tonight's money. Surely you know how important that is?"

The man continued to stare at her, with the same, pleading eyes. This time, she understood what it meant. The pull of his eyes was too much for her to handle so she immediately said, "Fine, fine. I'll stay for tonight. But you're not gonna murder me, right?"

His face relaxed and he nodded his head.

"So, are you gonna tell me your name or am I gonna be left in the dark for a long time?"

"I... Itachi."

"Great! Itachi, get your ass back on the couch and sleep. You might have a fever and you need rest."

He shook his head and said, "I wish to bathe."

[Name] sighed, as she knew he was going to be a difficult person. "Fine, you stink like shit anyways."

***

When she led him to the bathroom, he stood there, puzzled on what to do. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "You know how to take a shower or bath, right? I mean, you're the one who wanted one."

Itachi simply nodded his head.

"Okay. I'm just gonna find some clothes for you to wear while you do your thing. Shampoo, body wash, soap, everything you need is there..."

"Stay," he said. His beseeching expression returned and she was torn between two actions: stay or leave. If she stayed, she would have no option but to blush profusely at the idea of a man just bathing in the same room as her. It was too intimate, to say the least.

"You need clothes to wear afterwards, so – "

"Stay."

A 'v' formed between [Name]'s eyebrows and her mouth puckered. With grit teeth, she said, "Don't tell me what to do. I'm the one in charge here. This is my territory and if I say you need clothes, you will get some!"

She stormed out, angrily making her way to her bedroom. Her closet door violently slammed against the wall and she felt better after the loud sound.

Now that her ire partially dissipated, she skimmed through the contents in her closet. "Where is that pajama thing of my ex's?" Shirt after shirt piled up on the floor when her frustration rose, unable to find the specific item she was searching for. Finally, she found it: it was a snow-decorated onesie, with dark blue as the background.

"Let's hope it fits him. It should, considering they seem to be the same height. Although Sai was a bit more muscular than he was..." [Name] shook her head, disgusted that she had even managed to think about the abusive piece of scum.

She returned to the bathroom a moment later, the onesie in hand. The door was left open. Whether on purpose or accident, she didn't know.

"Itachi, I have your clothes – " she cut herself off when she found him calmly sitting in the bathtub.

His head was sopping wet, which was a good sign as it didn't appear to be greasy or oily anymore. It was pushed back instead and she could clearly see his forehead (and his extremely admirable face) once again.

Her eyes lowered to his chest. There wasn't much muscle there as she had previously guessed but that was likely due to the lack of meals. She gazed even lower, where the bubbles in the water covered the regions. She distantly wondered if his manhood was emaciated too, but probably not.

"Will you bathe me?"

[Name] was startled from the breakage of the silence. She also realized she had been staring at him far too long. When Itachi's question eventually processed in her brain, she was caught off guard. "What the hell do you mean, bathe you?" she finally asked.

"I'm unable to bathe my back." His voice was huskier than before, rather than throaty and croaky.

"And why is that? You're able to move your arms, I'm sure," she snarked.

"At the moment, I am weak and unable to reach."

She wasn't buying it at all. In fact, she refused to bathe a man, a man she didn't even know! "Yeah? Well you weren't weak when you sat your ass in the tub."

"I beg of you," he quietly implored. As if he wanted to further horrify or please her, he deliberately aimed to stand up with much struggle. She rushed to him and firmly pushed him back down by the shoulders.

In that split second, she decided to comply with his request. She did not want to see his tool. Plus, she wished to keep her bathroom floor clean of soapy water.

"Fine! I'll do it," she grumbled. "But I'm only washing your back, you got that? The rest, you do yourself. Don't tell me to do anything else." She was confident he could wash the space between his butt-cheeks and so forth; she refused to do such a thing for him.

He didn't grant her with a response, so she assumed he agreed to it. She believed she was insane for even helping a stranger with such a thing, but there was no going back.

Picking up a loofah, [Name] soaked it with the bathwater and impatiently told him to move forward. She bit her lip and mentally chastised herself for getting herself into such a situation. Why did she even agree to this again? Oh right, because he kept staring at her with those persuasive eyes of his.

She rushed in washing his back and hoped it was good enough to wash off the accumulated dirt. Overall, it was an odd experience for her. "Alright, finished. Now go wash the rest and then dry yourself off."

He stood up without warning and she immediately swiveled around to avoid unwanted sight. Her cheeks burned at what just occurred.

"I'm finished. Please dry me."

Unable to contain herself, she gawked at him – the audacity he contained was just too much for her.

"Fuck off and dry yourself, idiot!"

Yandere will come -- well you've already seen some hint of it, and Itachi's a sneaky one in here ; ) Thanks for all the comments I received! I appreciate them and I apologize if I don't respond to all. Also, close to 200 hearts already? Wow. Thank you for the love <3 Oh, and please leave a comment or some feedback!