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After answering many questions about his diet, exercise and training routine, Itachi was eager to start his new diet and training regimen. Although he was a bit sad to be saying goodbye to all things sugar for the next six weeks, the young omega was determined to work hard and mold his body into what Shisui deemed an acceptable shape to begin sparring. He couldn't stop the jittery stirring of impatience that came with knowing he wouldn't be able to start any serious hand to hand combat training with the golden eyed alpha but the young omega was confident in the new regimen they had come up with. Although he knew it was most definitely going to be grueling work he was none the less excited to begin. Itachi couldn't help but observe the older alpha from the corner of his eyes every few seconds as they walked towards his house. Itachi couldn't help but feel that the alpha was special in some way, maybe it was admiration? The alpha seemed to believe Itachi was capable and was even willing to help the young omega. Itachi was pretty sure that if it had been anybody else to happen upon his morning training, they would've reported him to the Academy and his clan or would have tried talking him out of his aspirations, convince him to stay in his place. The young omega was glad that it was Shisui who had caught him training in the clearing. Shisui seemed like he was one of a kind. If asked, Itachi probably wouldn't be able to give a clear answer for why he thought so but he could most definitely give a few random, silly reasons as to why Shisui seemed so unique in his eyes.
It was because of the way the alpha carried himself, his presence didn't feel demanding or overwhelming like many other alphas did, his presence felt a lot like safety, the same way his family did. Shisui spoke to Itachi as if they were equals, teased him as if they'd known each other for years. The way he patiently listened to Itachi as he spoke, a soft smile that made his golden eyes seem warm instead of sharp and piercing the way Itachi imagined they should be. Itachi couldn't help but stare at the alpha as they walked, feeling his cheeks flush in embarrassment when the alpha looked down and caught his eye. Why couldn't he stop looking at the alpha? And how had he not realized how ridiculously handsome the golden eyed alpha was? Itachi never thought himself dense, but at the moment he definitely felt a bit silly at realizing he'd been staring at the handsome alpha for longer than what was exactly appropriate. Itachi still felt a bit groggy from staying up so late with Izumi so for now he'd blame his action on lack of sleep. Shisui just gave him a bright smile, edging towards teasing as he leaned down a bit to ruffle his hair, "Well, I guess this is where we part ways, so good luck wiping off all the makeup you'll be putting on today." Itachi huffed, but refrained from rolling his eyes, letting the alpha mess with his hair until he was seemingly satisfied with the way it no longer laid flat and straight on his head. "See you tomorrow then?" Itachi asked as he started towards the lane that lead to his house. Shisui nodded his head with a bright smile, "Yeah, I'll meet you at the same time tomorrow morning, so make sure you go to bed early tonight, alright?" Itachi nodded at the alpha as he turned to continue on his was home.
Just as Itachi had successfully snuck into his room and locked his bedroom window, he heard a small hum and the rustling of the blankets Izumi had no doubt entangled herself in on the futon next to his. Itachi let out an amused sigh as he stepped over her half asleep body to grab some fresh clean clothes from his drawer before heading to the bathroom to freshen up and change. The young omega returned to the sight of Izumi sitting up with her eyes still closed, she sort of reminded Itachi of a butterfly about to come out of it's cocoon. Walking up to his best friend he shook her shoulder a few times to help her wake up, "Come on Izumi, you need to start getting ready, we have to leave in half an hour." The tired omega whined as she flipped back down on her back, "Ugh, I don't wanna goooo. I'm so tired 'Tachi." Itachi rolled his eyes at his friend, "Believe me when I say I feel exactly the same way, but you're the one that wanted to stay up late to 'perfect' our makeup, it's your own fault so hurry up and get ready. My mom will be serving breakfast soon, I could smell her cooking when I was in the bathroom." At the mention of food Izumi perked up a bit, starting to unravel herself from her cocoon of blankets. "Oh my God, yes please, your mom's cooking is the best in the whole world! Don't tell my mom I said that though." Itachi and Izumi giggled as he helped her out a bit by grabbing her clothes from the bag she had brought to sleep over and handing her a comb as she finally got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Itachi headed towards the kitchen to give his mother a good morning, but was met with a small body colliding with his legs right as he was about to turn the corner into the kitchen. "Good morning Sasuke." Itachi chuckled as his little brother beamed up at him as he raised his arms, making grabby hands. Itachi complied with the silent request, picking Sasuke up before continuing into the kitchen. "Good morning Mother." Mikoto was just finishing setting the table as he and Sasuke made their way to the zabuton falling into the usual routine of Itachi sitting the little alpha on his own zabuton before the stubborn little toddler inevitably crawled on top of Itachi's lap before they would eat breakfast. "Where's Izumi? You woke her up right?" Mikoto asked Itachi as the boys dug into their breakfast. "Sorry Auntie Mikoto! I had a huge knot on the side of my head and it took forever to comb out." Izumi giggled a bit shyly as she sat down next to Itachi and Sasuke. "Good morning Sasuke!" Izumi tried, but the little alpha just gave her the side eye and continued eating his breakfast as if she wasn't even there. Izumi crossed her arms, pouting at the little alphas blatant dismissal of her presence. "I don't understand, why does he hate me so much Itachi?" Itachi couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of his throat at the dejected expression on his best friends face. "I think it's because the first time you held him you ended up dropping him. Sasuke can be a bit petty, sorry 'Zumi." His omega companion gasped, looking a bit horrified at the memory of dropping a nine month old Sasuke on the porch one sunny morning. "Are you serious!? Is that really the reason? He actually remembers that!?" Mikoto laughed at the young omegas conversation, "I think Itachi is right dear, Sasuke seems to have a pretty good memory and he can definitely hold a grudge." Mikoto and Itachi couldn't help their laughter as Izumi groaned, smacking her head down on the table, whining, "What am I gonna do!?"