Chapter 1 : Final Day as a Shinobi
I ran around the outer covering of the Uchiha base, shooting barrages of flames to my foe, which is no doubt my little brother. The same eyes with void and hate. Nothing but a former shadow, I did not regain any of my strength.
Actually, it would be futile for me to do so anyway, since I intend for my brother to finally kill me. I just needed to put up a fainting act.
"Foolish little brother, you will never win," I said cockily, on the outside pouring a stoic expression, but now I'm weakening due to my horrible disease. I felt my body crippling, but I knew I had to resist the pain, even though it shots me till even the damage is felt worse than a jab through the abdomen.
I shot fireballs, preparing shurikens as well to decapcipate my brother.
I winced, producing faint jet black flames in a wildfire, surrounding the Uchiha Manor with my Amaterasu. My brother avoids them, but is weakening as the black flames give chase.
My Amaterasu burned his left wing, which is an effect of the Curse Mark, and continued to burn his body. I remained solemn, but I knew it could kill him, so I decided to cancel the flames and blame it on exhaustion, but I then noticed that it was a substitution.
Curse that snake, making this too difficult.
After this little thought, I suddenly felt heat coming at a tremendous speed, and all of sudden tiger-patterned flames welled up to me, blasting every fibre of my body, but I managed to avoid the raving flames.
And, something I did not expect just happened.
Rain. Drops of rain. I then found out, that the purpose of the flames are to cause rain, not to be directed at me. I somehow got a feeling that my brother is planning something that would prove difficult to counter.
"Hmm," I pouted, catching the figure which is my brother leaping to the top of the once pillar of the manor.
He said with confidence, "This is Kirin. Once you be, you'll never. Itachi, don't think of dodging it, it travels faster than the speed of sound, and at this range, you're dead meat."
Finally, I thought, something that will push me to my limits.
I activated my Susano'o, which is accompanied with the Sword of Flames, together with the Mirror of Balance.
I readied the entity before me, using the mirror as the shield to deflect my brother's Kirin technique, and BOOM!
I got up, the strong wind blowing everything and blinding my sight, I struggle to get up as the toll that the disease took to my body cries and aches in total agony. It took every single whelm of my willpower to get up, with my Susano'o still intact. It seems the Kirin did not even lay a shock on me, and that Yata had no trouble blocking the attack. Obviously, it seems, for a mirror which can deflect even Jinchurikki status blows.
"Impossible," my brother croaked. All this, and I'm still a threat, he must be assuming.
I still am puzzled by his reaction, his Kirin wasn't too much power, yet judging by his expression, it's like I actually walked out of Hell itself.
I shook my head, in pity that my brother is still weak, and in the midst of that, a laugh suddenly echoed through the now burned and destroyed manor.
I shuddered. I knew that voice. Orochimaru. The most low of the lowest. I have immense hatred for that bastard. What did he do now?
Sasuke was screaming in agony. I gasped but mentally, as my face remains stoic, as Sasuke is no more but is replaced by the eight-headed stalker of a snake which is Orochimaru.
"Orochimaru," I grunted, spitting out his name as if were poison.
"Hello, my dear," I cringed as he said that. Akwardly, it's as though he's a clone of Jiraiya, except more pale, and also like I'm some timid duche.
"Ah, the Totsuka Sword," Orochimaru chuckled, leaving a very raging glare which left my eyes.
Totsuka? What is that?
"What do you mean by that?" I just asked without any hate in my voice.
"Hmm, no wonder all these years the Totsuka isn't discovered, it has no physical form, and you have it," the pedo-snake answered.
Before I could question him about anything else, he attacked me immediately. I used my "Totsuka" as he calls it, to slash all seven heads in an instant, leaving him with only a mere head.
I then jabbed the sword into his final head, leaving Orochimaru writhing in agony.
Quickly, I sucked him into the sword which claims to induce the victim in the eternal genjutsu.
"Urrgh," Sasuke was hurt, limping weakly, even unable to dodge a kick.
I headed for him, my Susano'o still balancing outward myself,.
He desperately threw paper bombs, shurikens, kunais, even his rigged summoning shuriken, but my Susano'o, even without the help of the mirror, burned the items in a flash.
I cornered him in a wall, and poked his forehead. He just left his mouth open in an "O", and fell down. I too fell, knowing that my inveitable death will come.
Rain. Endless rain. I figured my life would end in rain, which pelt me on my final moments in this world.
I then thought of my past, some good, some horrible, and suddenly my mind did hop to the image of a person. Uchiha Madara.
What will happen to Sasuke? I wondered. Maybe Madara will break his promise. I then strengthened my resolve to kill him. I got up, again with maximum will, ignoring the thousands of sharp pain which shot my body like even Kisame's sword.
That's where my mind then turned to. Kisame Hoshigaki. My only true comrade, no one else in the Akatsuki other than Pein or Madara, who knew my secret.
And yet he's still loyal to me.
I stood against the pillar, knowing Madara would turn up. In my current state, I would be a joke to him, but I knew killing him is the only way I would die in peace.
And the moment came. The person who I loathed even more than Orochimaru made his way.
"Why if it isn't Itachi," Madara boomed, feigning with his Tobi persona.
Madara, I will not let you take Sasuke, I determined. I blitzed at him, not caring for his intangibility, and punched him. Suprisingly, I caught him off-guarded, and he didn't even manage to solidify. I knew he couldn't solidify for more than five minutes, so I devised a plan which is sucidial, though it's nothing since I will die soon.
Madara flew to the ground, and cursed.
"How cheating," he taunted and got up. I did handseals in the fastest way possible, and created five shadow clones. I hid my real body underground, starting my plan.
I saw the only gift I gotten when I joined Akatsuki. It was from an Akatsuki member, Konan if I remember correctly.
"Itachi, wait!" the blue-headed girl stopped him.
"Hn?" I said questionably.
"I have something for you. Think of it as a gift." Konan paused.
She then took out an origami of a rose.
"Uh, thanks." I replied, unsure of her intentions.
"Don't worry, it's not poison, sheesh! Just think it as something you need incase you're in life death situations." Konan abruptly answered.
"It cancels any bloodline limit for a day. All you need is to crumple the rose and picture your desired target." Konan continued and finished.
It is a paper rose, but different from any other. She said it's able to cancel the effects of any bloodline technique for about a day, which makes my plan much easier to accomplish.
I thought of the ultimate equation: Madara without Sharingan + Susano'o = OHKO
I crumpled the origami rose and focused my entire mind on Madara.
The rose vanished, and then I heard angry shouts from Madara himself.
"What the hell! Fucking Sharingan won't work! Fuck that freakin' bitch! What the hell did he do?"
It seems my plan worked perfectly. What is this rose anyway? Voodoo? Oh well, I guess I will never know.
Itachi covered his ears from Madara's "colorful" vocabulary.
Man, I didn't know Madara has such a dirty mouth, then again, he's old. I facepalmed my head.
As leisurely this is, I have no time to waste. I slealthily sneaked through the underground passage which is below himself and punched through, impaling his fist through Madara and sent him dashing through the pillar.
I gasped. Even that attack took a very fatal toll on me. I should finish this quick, before my sickness took over. Madara suddenly turn his head on me.
"Damn you, Itachi," he seethed then smirked.
"Fool, look at you, I bet you can't even make another shadow clone." Madara limped, ready to escape my grasp.
"Come and catch me," taunted the old man. He ran on his full speed, but due to his bloodline limit canceled, even me in my current state, outrunned him and gave him a fist that even rival Tsunade's. He fell to the ground, with me above, and lay passively.
"Madara, it's the end for you," I panted, knowing this is my last attack. My body couldn't take the pain any longer.
I activated my Susano'o, ignoring his cries of anger and sorrow, no remorse in my eyes.
I grew my Totsuka sword, and gave a final thrust on his organs.
"Nooooooo!" he yelled, leaving a satisfied smirk on my face. He then was blown away from the very face of this world. I then lugged my entire body near him.
"Sasuke, be safe," I said, confiding myself that my brother will bring back honor to my clan, and that finally, the Leaf village is safe from Akatsuki.
I took my last breath, staring at the once being Uchiha Manor, and the view.
Bright dawn and a rainbow, from the very thunderclouds, gone.
This is how my final gaze in this ninja world is like.
Everything turned black, and my life ended, but at least with a smile at my face.