Author's Note: What is this, you say? This is the result of a dark mood I'm in. As for my other stories well "MOAP" is the only one I have interest in writing at the moment. As for this, well...it's summer and another short fic won't kill me...I hope. Future chapters won't be long.
Warning: Fic is dark because I'm in a baaad mood.
Pairing: Itachi/Kagome and eventual Sasuke/Kagome
I stalk them like prey
My claws are drenched with murder
You scream like a lamb
He couldn't breathe.
Not as he grasped the man's neck. His fellow clansman's eyes bulged like a frightened rabbit who was about to have its neck snapped. He was the predator here, a harbinger of death; as this pathetic vermin was caught in his claws. Which was true in a sense, he mused darkly, noting how cords of tendon and muscle seemingly surfaced as he got more and more desperate.
Dull nails scratched piteously against his wrists.
With a deft flick of the wrist-the man's neck was snapped.
Another life ended.
Another sin to be punished.
Another body to be counted.
He let out a shaky breath.
Sasuke was never going to forgive him.
He stared at the dark floorboards remembering how he used to walk among his fellow kinsmen with adoration and respect.
His mind jolted.
He had a mission, he reminded himself as he walked through the household. His footfalls held no sound, silent as death.
The children lay motionless in their beds.
He had poisoned most of them.
The last bit of mercy he would be allowed to spare; even it was to be viewed as cruel.
He exited the building and moved onto the next.
A smaller house it was. The dwelling was quaint with the symbol of the now endangered clan. He entered.
He was silent.
"Itachi!" Screeched a woman.
A distant cousin she was.
He forgot her name and knew very little about her when she died. But he did notice how very intolerant to pain she was when his blade impaled her and how very frail her body was when her ribs snapped. He threw her body onto the floor with so much force it bounced slightly, making the thud sound sickening as the corpse landed- limbs sprawling, eyes dead and life forcefully taken.
His heart was beating rapidly.
"Your progress is disappointing."
Itachi's eyes locked with another set of Mangekyo. The dark enigmatic figure with vermillion eyes was staring back at him. They glowed in the black.
"You left your brother alive." Madara stated.
Itachi said nothing as he walked past the Uchiha leaning in the doorway. The eclipsed moon's scarlet rays slanted through the window, making the room bleed.
Madara spoke the truth; his brother was unconscious and beaten- but alive.
After Sasuke saw the corpses of the man and woman who sired them, he fumbled for a reason as too why Itachi stood over their parent's bodies. Itachi tormented his brother to say the least and formulated a traumatic way of telling the truth to Sasuke. Itachi provided his brother with necessary information for power, knowing that he would not forget this night and then proceeded to complete the mental scarring; leaving Sasuke unconscious from shock or injury-Itachi didn't know.
He seemed to not know a lot of things anymore.
Now, he stalked about the desecrated compound like a predator picking up any stragglers of his pathetic and terrified prey.
Madara trailed indistinctly as he moved throughout the buildings, checking over corpses for pulses and shadows for movement. His eyes searched madly for any signs of life so that he may crush it.
Precious time was being spent as he checked every inch of the compound.
It was then he stopped dead in his tracks.
A muffled cry.
He was already on the prowl.
He followed the faint sound to a small manor.
Shisui…
His closest friend's residence lay untouched by the plague of murder he had brought down onto his clan.
He entered.
It seemed as if the wind stilled and the night silent, as he walked through the halls. It was then he heard it, the stifled cry.
He stalked, approaching the call of his next victim.
At the end of the hall lay a room.
He swung the door open; it creaked eerily silencing the crying. His steps were calculated as he pursued the hiding child.
"Itachi-sama?"
It was faint, a personal whisper that questioned his appearance.
Itachi opened the closet furiously revealing a cowering child, shivering in cold fear he knelt down looking at the girl's forcefully shut eyes as she shook.
She opened her eyes suddenly.
It was then it all came back.
The younger sibling of his dearest friend, he remembered the timid and frail girl Shisui used to coddle over. Shisui's parents had been dead for three years now leaving Shisui to care for his imouto and now he was gone. Leaving her to the care of the clan and now they were gone.
All because of him.
"Itachi-sama!" She exclaimed suddenly-but not with fear but rather relief as she tackled him in a desperate embrace.
He stiffened as the girl sobbed. His hands gripped her tiny shoulders and pulled her back, making her look at him.
Ridiculous blue eyes dripped and leaked with frightened tears as the girl bit her lip. "I-I heard screams and yelling and…and …I wish Nii-san w-was here." She let out a wail that would surely wake the dead…
Itachi prayed that it didn't.
For that might be a bit redundant.
"Kagome." He spoke her name dispassionately, knocking her out of her hysteria.
She wiped away her tears from her swollen eyes. "I-I'm scared I-Itachi-sama."
The girl was only four from what he could remember, an anomaly she was, as her eyes were rare especially for an Uchiha. It was considered a good omen or good luck for the current generation. He could have laughed at the irony but at the moment the girl was crying and Madara was watching him.
"Did you kill the bad nin Itachi-sama?"
He paused his thoughts.
"Because I don't hear screaming anymore."
He smiled slightly at the girl's ignorance.
"Hai. I did." He said slowly.
Her eyes no longer wide, but now half lidded, looked at him with an appreciative light as a small smile became evident on her lips. Her head bobbed, she was very tired. "Is there anyone else alive?"
"Iie. They are all dead."
"Arigato Itachi-sama." She whispered sleepily as her eyes closed.
"Why?" He asked quietly.
"Because you saved me." She said faintly just as her thick lashes kissed her cheeks and she went limp in his grasp.
He let her small frame rest against his chest as he exhaled sharply.
With one arm wrapped around her small body and the other raised with a kunai in hand; Itachi poised the blade at the girl's neck. The metal glinted red from the moon's murderous glow; seemingly showing him that it's blade was already stained.
Silently and skillfully he slowly brought the weapon down to the base of her skull and then-
"Wait Itachi."
Itachi's eyes flittered sharply to meet Madara's. The color of blood staining both.
Itachi's gaze studied Madara as the man spoke again.
Madara chuckled richly from behind his grotesque mask. "What is so puzzling to you Itachi?"
"Why do you wish me to steady my blade?"
Madara chuckled darkly once more.
"That is because the Uchiha Clan will need to rebuild itself."
Author's Note: War Dance- a stupid thing weasels do in order to confuse their prey. Kagome= current Uchiha matriarch at the age of 4. Yay! I have a twisted way of writing. Okay now let me know if you want me to continue or trash- either is fine by me. I'm really not attatched to emotionally fueled fics. ~KK
Oh and excuse the horrifyingly morbid haiku up top! I know I just butchered the whole art form.