DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ITS CHARACTERS. I DO OWN DANTE. NOT THE DMC ONE. I WISH I DID :3

This was the wrong night for 22 year old Donathello to be out with the lads.

"Dante" her boyfriend taunted her, calling her by her nickname. He laughed as his friends joined in his taunt, this young man sought to share Dante with his friends with obvious protest from her. This man was one of many men that Dante had slept with and had called her 'boyfriend'. Although she did try hard trouble seemed to just find her, being a student at university and partial to alcoholic beverages as well as having a fairly good figure and a face that didn't need make up, trouble was easy to come by. She didn't know it then but this event on this night would change her life, she knew it would be different after this, but this different?

Her 5 inch heels screeched in protest at the contact of the cracked concrete paved streets as she sprinted down the quiet street. Her tight leather skirt rode up as her small boob tube fell down, showing all to anyone who would look. Her small handbag wrapped and swung around her body, threatening to trip or strangle her. She could hear her five pursuer's drunken steps nit too far behind her own. Why wasn't anyone helping? At 2am not many people would stop to help a girl running and screaming in a drunken stupor. Her heels squealed to a stop as she turned to evaluate the distance between them, only ten meters, she turned into a dark alley. This was the next bad idea in a very long string of them. She tripped over an alley cat that just wasn't fast enough to evade her; she collided with the floor, hard, skinning her elbows all the way to her wrists and her knees shredding her shimmering tan tights to oblivion. The men had closed the gap quite quickly during this and were there to pull her to her feet rather harshly by her wrist and her hair; ripping out a few extensions.

She opened her eyes in time to see her boyfriends hand swiftly meet her face, fracturing her left cheek bone, more blows were dealt to her ribs and her back, but they just kept pulling her back up, the final blow came as hard and fast as the first smacking her already fractured cheek. They let go of her then and she was waiting to hit the floor. Only, where was it? Her eyelids were too heavy to open but she could still feel the wind from falling. Her feet were no longer on stable ground and the sound of the horns on the street and the taunts of her attackers were fading, slowly being replaced by wind whistling through leaves like she remembered when she was little when she used to sit with her younger sister at their fathers log cabin. She thought to herself 'Am I dead?' her eyes snapped open when her back collided with a tree branch her breath was forced from her body to be replaced with pain. But then something happened that she didn't expect, she had an unnaturally soft landing. With the sound of an 'OOPH' she rolled to see what exactly it was she had landed on only for it to stand up abruptly and send her rolling to the floor. Getting the hard landing she was expecting but being slightly grateful that it was more one meter than ten meters.

The man grabbed her rather forcefully by her left wrist and pulled her up aggressively to his eye level, leaving her also at least a foot off the ground. She winced in pain, he growled, he wore a large black cloak covered in red clouds and a rather large hat of reeds, that hid most of his face bar his eyes from her which were crimson with a ring of onyx and weird pupils it almost looked like there were three. His raven hair was tied back and a headband adorned his brow, its symbol a simple leaf with a line slashed through it. His voice was low, serious, dripping with venom and deadly.

"Name." She couldn't speak, afraid she might scream or worse, breakdown. His grip on her wrist was crippling, to look at her wrist it was red and swelling either side of his hand a telltale sign blood was not passing through. But to look at his hand it was so un-tense, so relaxed you would have thought he was holding a kitten. She was stunned to silence and not getting the answer he was waiting for, he twisted her wrist slightly earning two definite cracks that echoed in the silence and the unpleasant noise as she gargled and choked on her pain.

"I will not repeat myself again girl, your name." His tone was so demanding it almost made her cry; she was never spoken to or treated like this by men, ever, until tonight.

"It's Dante" her voice choked with pain.

"Where have you come from, Dante?" his voice was slightly softer but still low and deadly. She finally managed to look her captor in the eye.

"The city, where else?" anger flickered over his features making them hard once again.

"It is not wise to make wise cracks with me Dante" his grip once again tightened on her wrist.

"Aaaghh, of course sir" he looked back over his shoulder momentarily.

"My name is Uchiha Itachi; you would do well to remember it. I will come back to see you." She looked at him; mouth set in a hard line and nodded fiercely. He didn't smile but his frown became less prominent. He let go letting her fall to the floor, she put out her left hand for balance pain thundered up her arm burning all the nerves as it went and crippled her momentarily just as he disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"What? Where did he go?" she searched the area or at least as much as she could see when she heard another group of footsteps heading her way. As she pinpointed the direction from which they were coming from she could see five figures standing on the edge of her vision just looking at her, almost investigating her.

"No please not again, don't hit me again." She used her left hand to cover her already fractured cheek as she tried to scramble away with her still functioning hand and legs. Bumping into the legs of one of the men that was recently in front of her, she screamed at the top of her lungs.