"Tsunade! What are you doing?! Stop it!" Itsuko yelled at Tsunade, who forcefully dragged her into a dressing room. Her grip was so strong, even Itsuko couldn't escape it. Inside, there were several different dresses and of course, Tsunade's regular clothes.

"Keep quite and co-operate!" Tsunade gave her a loud yell, shoving her a dress. Itsuko gave Tsunade a glare. This wasn't going to be pleasant and she knew it. But what could she do when Tsunade has such a tight grip on her? She didn't want to fight her and start more trouble. Besides, there was no way she could beat Tsunade in strength.

Meanwhile, Kakashi was leaning against a wall on the side, curious and waiting for their return. He scanned his surrounding, exploring the office for the first time ever. Suddenly, the door burst open.

"Tsunade! Let go of me!" He heard Itsuko yell, clearly angered and irritated. As she requested, Tsunade let go, causing Itsuko who was struggling earlier to stumble ahead. She caught her balance easily, preventing a fall. She was about to turn and yell at Tsunade before she met Kakashi's eyes.

Kakashi immediately covered the lower half of his face, which was already covered by his mask, and looked away. He was blushing so intently, he couldn't bare looking into her eyes. She was wearing an off-shoulder black A-line dress, above her knees. Sparkling silver stars at the lower end of the dress which was like a flared skirt. She was also wearing a pair of black heels. The only thing in his mind. She was gorgeous.

Itsuko's eyes dodged away from his as well, her cheeks turning bright red. Tsunade came in, excited. "Isn't this perfect?" She said before she realised the awkward situation they were in.

Itsuko immediately turned to Tsunade and grabbed back her usual clothes. She rushed out and came back in her normal attire. Grabbing Kakashi's hand, she teleported them away in light speed.

She had teleported them back at Kakashi's house unknowingly. Her muscles tensed as she withdrew her hand away from his, walking over to a window. She sighed, looking at the scenery. Hesitantly, she asked, "did you like it?" Her voice cold, mixed unspoken pain and sadness.

"You looked as beautiful as ever-" Kakashi attempted to approach her, giving her an answer of his thoughts thinking she would be satisfied with it before she cut him off. "Did you like it or not?"

"I-I did." He held back, feeling guilty. He liked seeing her in the dress, she looked beautiful. He felt bad for enjoying it while she didn't like wearing the dress.

"I'm sorry." Itsuko mumbled, turning, running into his arms. She buried her head in his chest while her hands hugged him tight. It was an odd timing but she hadn't realise, he smelt good.

"Why are you apologising? You did nothing wrong." Kakashi softened, an arm hugging her tight while the other stroked her hair. Was it something he didn't know? Was something bothering her?

"I'm sorry, that you have to be going out with a person like me. I don't wear dresses like other females do, I don't wear make-up like they do either. You deserve so much more than what I could give you." Her heart ached as she hugged him tighter, afraid to let go. What she didn't expect was for him to pull her away, lifting her up until her face was in front of his, at the same height.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his hip as he held onto her, making sure she wouldn't fall off. He gave her a kiss, "there's so much more that you have, that other females don't. I'm getting way more than I deserve."

Her hands moved towards his face, gently stroking his cheeks and jaw, her eyes staring into his eyes. Her eyes hiding a hint of pain but she was grateful that her boyfriend was understanding and loved her for what she was. Their lips met again, it felt good. It was like their lips were meant for each other.

Not putting her down, he took her over to the coach. He sat down, letting her sit on his lap. He pulled her head towards his chest, letting her get comfortable. "You can tell me about it. I know you have something to say."

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"Come on Itachi, we'll be late for the carnival if we don't get moving!" His parents said strictly, pulling him away with force. He struggled, looking back desperately. His own sister was being bullied, beaten. Yet, he couldn't do a thing about it. It angered him. He was weak, that's why he couldn't help her.

She gave him a soft smile. It touched his heart deeply, he aspired to be strong. To be able to smile even while he wasn't winning, because giving in only proved his lost. Fighting back was the best option, but only if you were even capable.

"What are you smiling about?!" The buff man, many times taller than Itsuko yelled. Clenching his fists, he threw another harsh punch at her.

"Such a piece of trash. Dressing you in such a pretty dress is only a waste of effort, poor dress." Another raven haired man laughed. His hands reached towards her, pulling his up while he held onto her dress. She knew she shouldn't have agreed when her parents asked her to wear the dress. She should've known something was coming. She should have known, her parents would never be kind enough to give her such luxury without making her pay. And now, she was paying.

Kicking her around, punching her and even throwing her. They laughed and mocked her. Everyone who passed by did nothing but whisper. Help? They wouldn't offer help to a monster.

It repeated every year, the same dress, the same victim, the same bullies. Every year, her parents would force her into the same dress every year, send her to the same place every year. She wanted to get away, she wanted it to stop, but she wasn't strong enough. She trained and trained but ultimately, she still couldn't get away, they were way out of her league.

"Pathetic! Stop trying, you're only making me laugh HAHAHA!" The same man that punched her mocked, throwing her against a wall.

Far behind stood a average height man, he had spiky, blonde-yellow hair. It was the last time, she ever had to wear that dress and suffer. It was the end of this suffering and the start of something she had never experienced before, it was a change.

Even so, she still promised herself, she would never willingly wear a dress again. Never again.

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