Unemotional Scarlet eyes gazed into the crimson pool of freshly shed blood that now rested on the floor. He could just hear the light 'plink' of the same blood dripping from his sword. He was a murderer. He was a criminal. He knew this all too well. This was not nearly his worst crime, though. Compared to the crime he had once committed, this was nothing. He felt not emotions. He felt no hurt in his heart. These people had no ties to him. God only knew why he was told to kill them. No. Correction. Pein only knew why he had to kill them. Then again, it was all in the same for a member of the infamous Akatsuki. Pein was God. Self-proclaimed as the title was, no one bothered to stand up against it. Pein was their leader. They obeyed him at all costs. Of course, for the young man that held the dripping sword, following his Leader's orders were becoming quite natural. He was also used to seeing his reflection cast into the freshly shed blood. It actually felt empowering in a way or so. It made him strong. It also made him feel so dirty. So guilty. Of course, he put all emotions to the side and just kept staring inside the crimson pool blankly. No one could pick up any trace of emotion from him. Not even his partner. Yes. Uchiha Itachi was a great enigma. That was for sure.
The reflection of a twisted smirk radiated from a crimson pool of human blood. Oh, the rush. His own blue finger disrupting the stillness of the fluid, he watched his reflection wave. Growing bored of his masochistic activities, he wiped his finger off on his robe. Slinging his sword over his shoulder, he looked over at his partner with the same toothy smirk. At times, it seemed so boring to be paired up with someone so emotionless. His partner was such a strong killer, yet, didn't take even the slightest moment to enjoy things. Then again, things did tend to get quite a bit gloomy working in an organization such as the one they were a part of. He then began to wonder why exactly they had been told to kill these people in the first place. He wondered what they did to earn the pleasure of death at the hands of the Akatsuki. Well, that was really none of his concern. Shrugging, Kisame sat down on the floor aside the scarlet liquid.
Putting his sword away, the young man tore his gaze away from the crimson pool of innocent blood. He gazed at his partner. As if on cue, the shark featured man stood up, casting his gaze down on his partner. The two simutaniously left the room, blood scattered about the floor and walls. Without a word, they walked into the night. They were greeted with a cool silence. The wind blew past them. Itachi put on his hat, Kisame soon following the younger man's lead. Quietly, they sauntered back to the base. Once they got in, they would have to prepare some more. They knew all too well that they would soon be gazing into another crimson pool.