Feitao had a taiyaki clamped in her teeth and was feeling utterly depressed. Itachi was basically a cheating bastard; because he assumed Feitao didn't like Rabbits, he had hooked every single other prize instead. The stall owner couldn't take it anymore and made him stop. In the end, Feitao didn't take anything, and naturally Itachi didn't need anything either. Instead, the owner returned their ring-toss money and handed them each a lollipop.
"To reach your level of existence is truly no easy feat, KAMISAMA. I honestly think you are entirely defying the heavens. Is there anything at all that you actually can't do?" Go on, tell me so I can have a good laugh, Feitao thought while glancing sideways at the increasingly handsome boy beside her. He was already starting to look exceptionally striking, which explained why he had so many little fanboys and fangirls.
Itachi didn't know what to say. "There are many things I can't do. I don't have Feitao's sensory abilities, nor do I have Feitao's warmth." These were things unique to Feitao, things he did not possess. That was why he wanted to draw closer, why he wanted to make them his own.
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