This is a re-upload of Three Can Keep A Secret, Right?.
The beginning of the end.
The damage was done. There was no going back. Well, even if I had wanted to, I couldn't. Let's just say I didn't quite contemplate the severity of the situation (and the consequences that would follow) until I was already straddled over a bludgeoned corpse, covered in its blood. But that's okay; I'll get away with it. I always do.
"Have you gone insane? What in the world compelled you to do that? The truth will come out sooner or later, Chiaki, and when it does, you'll drag us down with you." The younger Uchiha brother was practically seething with fury, but was met with a raised eyebrow that seemed to agitate him further.
"Relax, Sasuke-kun, everything will be fine as long as you keep your mouth shut." I emphasized the 'kun' on the end because she knew he hated being referred to like that. Apparently it was how every thirteen-year-old hormonal girl referred to him. Gross.
"Don't call me that you little-"
"Sasuke-kun, oh my god it's Sasuke-kun! I love you Sasuke! Oh, marry me and I'll have your babies!" I mock fainted as I mimicked Sakura Haruno's bold confession word for word. Sakura was the bratty captain of the 'Sasuke-kun' fan club. She was the most annoying girl on the planet, with an annoying voice and annoying friends and freakishly annoying pink hair. Pink. She would wait outside the Uchiha manor every morning with a bunch of her fan-girls, screaming and crying for 'her Sasuke', like he was some kind of celebrity. The only person Sasuke despises more than me was probably her.
I watched Sasuke's face contort into fury at my Sakura impression, and if he wasn't holding onto the sack, he would've probably strangled me right here and now.
"Enough you two," a cold voice cut in. "This is serious."
"Yes daddy." I guess I really don't have the word 'serious' in my vocabulary. But the stern look Itachi sent me combined with the death glare Sasuke was still giving me was probably a sign that I should tone it down a little.
"Okay, okay, sheesh. I was just playing around." Getting back to work, I unzipped my backpack and retrieved the bottle of cooking oil I bought last week. It wasn't as ideal as petrol, but it does the job. Plus, buying petrol when I don't own a car would look suspicious to the police if they were to somehow link the murder back to me. Sprinkling the whole bottle onto the sack, and adding twigs and leaves for the cherry on top, my job was done.
Itachi then struck a match, dropping it into the pile, and the three of us watched as it burned away our crimes. Or specifically, my crimes. Soon enough, the air filled with the smell of death as the corpse burned away.
"There, you happy now? We've done everything you've asked of us, now leave us alone," Sasuke hissed. He looked like one of those comical cartoon characters with steam coming out of his ears.
"Honey, you know I could never do that," I replied with a wink. I couldn't let them go now. Not when my life was on the line.
"The deal was, we help you hide the body; you stop stalking us," Itachi said. There was a hint of annoyance in his voice, but his face remained neutral.
"Whoa. I do not stalk, I observe," I said, pretending to look offended. "Besides, I said I would leave you guys alone if you kept my secret. I can't trust you two to keep my secrets. The minute I leave, you're going to make a beeline for the police station. I can feel it."
"…We won't."
I looked over at the brothers, biting my lip. I did feel a tiny bit guilty for dragging them into this, but you can't blame me. I was desperate and out of options.
"Look here's the deal. I hate having to resort to this, but I'm kind of backed into a corner right now." I pulled out two folders out of my backpack.
"What's that?" The brothers stepped closer, fully attentive now.
"Dossier files. Your dossier files. It contains evidence that reveals every dirty secret of yours that you've tried to bury. In other words, expose my secrets and I'll expose yours."
A stony silence settled between us while the Uchiha brothers read the files, exchanging worried glances.
"Where did you get these?" Sasuke demanded. My breath hitched.
I had stolen the dossier files from the Hokage's office in Konoha. It was the most difficult task of my life, but I guess that's another story for another time.
"That's for me to know, and for you to never find out," I whispered slyly, grin as wide as the Cheshire cat's himself.
Itachi glanced over at Sasuke, while Sasuke responded with a slight nod. It seemed as if they had come to an agreement of sorts.
Sighing, Itachi finally said, "fine. It's a deal. We will keep your secrets as long as you keep ours."
So like, my phone fucked up and somehow deleted the entire story. So this is a re-upload.
The latest chapter is supposed to be chapter 6.