Ashita had been gone an entire week since Deidara had died. No one was sent to look for her, because Pein was certain she would return.
And there she was- tearing up the kitchen like a hurricane, breaking dishes and knocking over chairs.
That mess of raven black hair was arranged into a disheveled disaster, free of ornaments and solely in a tangle. And the state of her eyes was in even worse disorder. They were plagued with emotions that all added up to a damaged rage, tears streaming down her face with the residue of eyeliner and shadow dropped all along her cheeks like junk falling into a river bed.
The woman was robbed of her color, pallid and skeletal as if she was ill.
All the commotion attracted Itachi, who was nearly attacked the moment he set foot into the kitchen. She tossed a plate at his head and just missed before being caught inside the Uchiha's crimson stare- his worse mind trick.
He crucified her, to hold her still and keep the destruction limited to the pain inside her veins. But Itachi couldn't stop her from screaming. You had a better chance of catching a rainbow inside an emptied out mayonnaise jar.
"Let me go, you son of a bitch!"
She breathed fire in between words.
"Every part of this is your goddamn fault! If you hadn't gone and killed your fucking family, your idiot of a brother wouldn't be on this stupid quest for revenge! Deidara would still be alive and I wouldn't have this hideous fucking scar on my face! You fuckers ruin everything! Your last name is a plague!"
The inferno spit from her mouth and the ache rained from her eyes. In the unsteadiness, her voice shook and her limbs quivered in a sad and sorry attempt to come near him and rip the features from his face.
"The nicest thing you could do for any of us is just go kill yourself, you filthy Uchiha rat! You're such a mother fucking liar! You're heartless enough to kill your whole goddamn clan, but too pussy to finish it off with your brother?! Do you have any idea what you've done?! I hope he kills you! No- I hope you fucking die in your sleep with nightmares of what you've done! I hope you fucking throw-up a lung and suffocate trying to shove it back into your chest, you dumb motherfucker!"
Gasp.
"Let me go!"
Ashita got exactly what she wanted, but rather than coming forward to kill Itachi, she shrank onto the cold kitchen floor with muscles screaming of the imaginary nails that had been hammered into them. Itachi had stolen away her hell fire and left her with ivory white sorrow, color bleeding out from her eyes as all the energy and blood lust washed away for an edgy numbness and apathy for movement.
She was sobbing, with her knees folding all the way up to her chest. And like a child, Itachi lifted her and carried her from the kitchen and into her room.
The woman sunk like a corpse, and after a moment of reflection, the Uchiha left her alone, to suffer and die in the silence he had imposed briefly upon her.