This is a little song-fiction I wrote. It wasn't how I originally how I planned, but I decided to switch characters. I thought it matched Itachi's calm, and more humane nature, and how he preferes to avoid unneccisary fights. I hope you enjoy it. I will probably be doing more of these, any suggestions are welcomed! :)

Song: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Artist: Cage The Elephant
Character: Itachi

Negative and positive thoughts welcomed.

Disclaimer; I do not own the character Itachi. I do not own the song or any copyrights toward the artist.

A man in a black cloak with red clouds. His hair long and black, tied, was hidden inside the cloak. He was walking down the street when out the corner of his black and crimson eyes, he saw a pretty little thing approaching him.
She said. "I never seen a man, who looks so all alone, could you use a little company? If you pay the right price, your evening will be nice, or you can go and send me on my way."

He turned to her and said. "You're such a sweet young thing, why'd you do this to yourself?"
She looked at him with her brown eyes tired and red, her hands on her hips and this is what she said.
"There ain't no rest for the wicked, money don't grow on trees, I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, there ain't nothing in this world for free."

She took in a deep breath, pulling her fingers through her honey brown hair.

"I know I can't slow down, I can't hold back though you know I wish I could. Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good."

The man pulled out some bills, handing her some money, the girl wrapped her arms around him and he just shook his head no. She stood there in confusion and the man turned on his heel, continuing on his way through town.
Not even 15 minutes later, after walking down the street, when the man saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight. Then he swept up from behind, put a kunai up to his head, he made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight.

He said. "Give me all you've got, I want your money not your life, if you try to make a move I wont think twice.

The man didn't want a fuss, so he stood and replied.

"You can have my cash, but first you know I've got to ask, what made you want to live this kind of life?"

He sighed then said. "There ain't no rest for the wicked, money don't grow on trees. I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed. Ain't nothing in this world for free. I know I can't slow down, I can't hold back though you know I wish I could. Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good."

The black haired man, passed the scruffy man the rest of his bills. The man stuffed it in his coat and took off around the corner. With his duo-coloured eyes he watched the empty alley.
Now a couple hours past, and he was sitting in his home. The day was winding down and coming to an end, so he turned on the TV, and flipped it over to the news. What he saw he almost couldn't comprehend, he saw a preacher man in cuffs taking money from the church. He stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills but even still I can't say much cause I know. Were all the same, oh yes, we all seek out to satisfy those thrills. As the man sat there, watching the T.V, thinking of the world as it went by.
He said to himself. "You know there ain't no rest for the wicked, money don't grow on trees. We got bills to pay, we got mouths to feed. Ain't nothing in this world for free."

He stood up, walking to his room as the sun began to set.
"We can't slow down, we can't hold back though you know we wish we could. You no there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good."

He shut the door, locking the world out of his mind, resting his wicked eyes, until the final days arrive.