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She had been walking for a while now, growing more and more tired of the distinct feeling of being followed. She let her hair fall carelessly over her back and shoulders and, with a graceful move, turned around, crossing her arms over her chest arrogantly.
"C'mon, I know you're out there. Might as well come out."
Nothing happened.
"Fine, have it your way then. Katon, Housenka no Jutsu!" she said her brown eyes narrowing.
Bolts of fire shot through the forest and hit some trees, but nothing else happened.
She turned around again.
In that moment a silhouette came out of the trees in front of her. Someone was standing there, but she couldn't see their face.
"Finally" she sighted as her gaze met crimson red eyes.
He eyed her down, no forehead protector to be seen anywhere. She ought to be a missing-nin. Itachi couldn't help but wonder why she knew a Jutsu from the Uchiha Clan, but that wasn't part of the mission. He smirked arrogantly at her; she was pretty feisty considering she was no taller than 5'3.
"I didn't come here to fight you"
"Then why are you here?"
"I'm here to recruit you"
She stood there silently, still looking at him, not moving an inch. Why did this have to happen? Especially that night, the one she decided to give up on everyone and everything. Black cloak, red clouds. Something clicked on her head, he was part of the Akatsuki, and the Sharingan could only mean he was an Uchiha.
"So that's why you're wearing that outfit. For a second there I thought I was going to be abducted into a fashion freak show." Itachi was slightly thrown aback at this. What the hell was she on? Missin-nin, calling him Uchiha Itachi, a freak.
"You should learn some manners, Leader-sama may want you to join us, but I won't hesitate on killing you."
"So do it"
She fell silent, hating the way her words had come out. She didn't mean to sound like a spoiled three year old, but she was too far out to care.
She didn't stop looking at the crimson eyes, which were the only thing she could see of him. He didn't have the time or the patience to deal with teenagers. Itachi took a deep breath and sighted coming at her like a lightning bolt and closing his hand around her neck as he pushed her onto a tree.
She started gasping for air, which made him loosen his grip.
"How did you know I liked it rough?"
Itachi rolled his eyes and let her go.
"You can either come with me willingly or by force, it's up to you"
"Bitter much?" she asked massaging her neck. "Whatever, it's not like I have anything better to do tonight".
Of course, she had to be beyond wasted precisely tonight. How she'd got there she wasn't sure, but she followed the man nonetheless.
He was looking at her from the corner of his eye; something in the way she walked let him know she wasn't sober. They walked for a couple of hours, but as they got deeper into the forest she could barely drag herself straight.
Just as he had been expecting her to she tripped and fell, he stopped for a second but she didn't get up. Great! Now he was expected to carry her.
Itachi knelt down to her side, she was asleep and positively drunk, and he really didn't have time for this. Her make-up made her look like she was dead. He touched her neck to try and find a pulse, just to make sure everything was alright. Shaking his head violently he picked her up and carried her on his back. They weren't too far away from the Akatsuki headquarters anyhow.
