Damn.
It.
Why did he receive a mission itoday/i?
If Leader-sama needed someone to go all the way to Suna, he could've chosen someone else from the array of Bishie in the Akatuki.
Atleast not ihis/i bishie.
His fox ears flicked down.
This would be a long week.
Monday:
Without Itachi to feed me, I actually had to drag myself to the kitchen.
I've been here long enough that most Akatsuki trust me without my chakra binds. It's not like I could actually do them much harm, minus the broken wall and the clay sculpture. (Dei-sama was furious)
So I stumbled my way over the hard cement floor into the kitchen. Most of them where in there, waiting for Konan to finish making... strawberry pancakes.
Strawberries, folks. Not just any strawberries. (I mean really, hwo often do s-class criminals go to produce markets?) These pink delights came straight from the patch Itachi planted FOR ME. Not everbody else! HOW DARE SHE!? No, no. I musn't speak like that of Konan-sama. She's probably the kindest of the Akatsuki when Tobi isn't around.
She petted my head and I sat by her, with bigger puppy eyes than even Chibi Rock Lee could ever.
This all went well, and I got the first pancake, drizzled in honey.
But I could've sworn Leader-sama was jealously eyeing me from the far side of the room.
I hid in Itachi's room the rest of the day.
And I wish I could say this was last thing I did, but of course, it wasn't. I curled up, tail comfortably tucked under my chin, next to where Itachi-sama would have been, if he were there. I could have sworn I felt him stroking the fur of my tail.
Tuesday:
Kisame-sama brought burnt toast this morning. Itachi-sama never burnt my toast.
Actually, Itachi-sama did everything perfect for me. Occasionly, if I pleased him, I'd even see a rare smile of his.
Toast tastes terrible with tears in it.
Itachi captured me awhile back, and thanks to his genjutsu he so stealthily used, I survived getting Kyuubi taken out of me. Unfortunatly, the Akatsuki thought that I should stay as a slave in debt for sparing my life. Go figure. Even so, Itachi treated me the best, and I took on tasks of his the most. I've lost count of the days, then weeks, and now months that I've been here; at any other time, the Kohona shinobi would be disgusted, and to tell the truth, so am I, sort of. But I enjoy being Itachi-sama's. I can't imagine life without him, his body, his strength. I've actually taken on a favorite captor.
I had a few, simple orders from Kakuzu and Tobi. That was all.