"Death follows that man, my dear. Please don't go looking for them." The elderly woman said quietly, sliding another cup of tea across the bar to her only patron of the morning.

"What man?" the young ANBU kunoichi asked suspiciously. Her long pink hair flowed down to the middle of her slender back, and her emerald green eyes shone brightly from beneath her partial bang. The porcelain mask resting casually on the top of her head would identify her to any other shinobi as the Seishin, though the name she was born to was Sakura.

Looking around warily as if the subject of their conversation would appear at any moment, she leaned closer over the bar and whispered two words, "Itachi Uchiha."

Her eyes narrowed and a shiver of fear still ran down her spine, "That man is dead." She said coldly.

An unsettling smirk played at the corners of the old woman's mouth, raising the wrinkles on her face like a curtain "Was." She contended before straightening up as much as her aged body would allow and walking off to the kitchen.

Sakura raised an eyebrow as the elderly owner of the teashop shuffled away. "What the hell?" she asked.