Itachi frowned to himself as his boyfriend turned around to look at something. Naruto feels different somehow but he can't place his finger on what was different. Naruto turned around, grinning at him and blabbered out something before running off somewhere. Itachi was vaguely aware that Naruto had just told him to stay put and wait. He watched as his beautiful sunshine disappeared into the crowd. Itachi sighed in annoyance as his fangirls started approaching him. They clung onto him and were rubbing against him. Itachi tried to pry them off as politely as possible. Being the gentleman he is, he wouldn't use much force when it isn't required. "Please let me go."
"Aww come on Itachi-kun, there is no need to be shy."
"No. I have a boyfriend already, so please refrain from touching me." Itachi said as he started prying at the fingers that clutch onto his arm. He was getting uncomfortable with the girls surrounding him. Please come back Naruto. I need you! Come back!!!! Itachi pleaded in his own mind and forced himself not to slap any of them. "Keep your dirty paws off MY boyfriend!" A voice snarled. All the girls trying to suffocate the poor Uchiha turned, giving Itachi a chance to escape.
"What did you just say? Itachi-kun isn't gay, you faggot!" One of the girls screeched and Naruto flinched at the insult. Everyone was now staring. Itachi's hand almost wrapped around Naruto's when the boy's head had whipped to the side violently, a loud harsh clap resounded through the air. The people around them were silent, some looking horrified. Itachi growled angrily before giving the girl a tight slap across the face before he bent down to pick the smaller boy up and then walked off with a very pissed off aura surrounding him, making people part for him to pass through. The girl whimpered and held her red cheek before she ran off crying in embarrassment and shock that her all-time crush just slapped her.

"I'm okay Itachi." Naruto said, waving Itachi off. The Uchiha stared at him emotionlessly. He hasn't spoken a single word to him since 10 minutes ago when he got slapped. He hadn't realise how bad it was until he caught himself in a reflection. His cheek was bruising and swollen, the corner of his lip was split open. Naruto sighed and looked down at his fingers. He was starting to doubt himself. What if Itachi was like the others? They only hung out with him to make fun of him and watch him make a fool of himself. Itachi sighed quietly. Something about what that stupid b*tch had said is troubling the blond and he keeps insisting that he is fine. Itachi reached out gently tilted Naruto's head up to make the boy meet his eyes. Bright blue eyes peered into his ebony coloured eyes. Itachi silently resumed patching up Naruto's face, cleaning the cut on his lip and the scratches that adorned his cheek from the harsh impact.
"What is troubling you?" Itachi asked softly, caressing Naruto's uninjured cheek with one hand while the other cleaned the opposite cheek. Naruto shook his head slightly to signify that nothing was troubling him. Itachi forced Naruto to look up at him again.
"I can tell you are troubled, tell me what it is and we can work it out together."
"... I-I don't think we should be together anymore." Itachi froze in shock.
"Why?" He forced emotions to stay out of his words, he would find out exactly what is going on before he make any decision. Naruto looked down against, fiddling with his fingers as he thought about what to say to Itachi.
"You heard her say it. I shouldn't tarnish your reputation, you need to continue your clan, you are the clan heir." Naruto whispered softly.
"I don't care about my reputation, I don't care about the clan! They can pass the title to Sasuke and kick me out of that clan for all I care!" Itachi whispered, sounding sad and about to cry. Naruto looked up, shocked and surprised by all the emotions he could hear. Itachi pulled Naruto into an embrace, fighting his grip around the younger boy. "I don't care about anything or anyone but you." Itachi whispered, Naruto buried his face into Itachi's chest. Oh dear...