Yes, I am a horrible person. I REALLY should be working on my other stories, I REALLY SHOULD. But this idea won't leave me alone and Muzai just won't shut up!

Warnings: This fic will contain incest. It is disgusting, I am aware. If you don't like that stuff, please go away. All flames will be used to cook my ramen.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. We all know how fucked up it would be if I did.

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"ANIKI!" I sat straight up, jerked from slumber by the nightmare that I could no longer remember.

His familiar red eyes were right there, cold yet comforting in an almost nostalgic way. "The nightmare, again?" he asked, not that he needed to. I always woke up that way when I had the nightmare. "Go back to sleep."

I nodded, pulling up the covers that I had kicked off during my restless sleep. I curled up on my side, closing my eyes in the hopes of sleep coming over me again, it never happened, it never did after the nightmare.

I felt him straddle my waist, "You're not asleep, stop pretending."

"S-sorry…"

I gasped as he turned my body, grasping my wrists and holding them on either side of my head. I had no choice but to look straight into his mesmerizing eyes. "We have an important mission tomorrow, and you're useless when you're tired."

"I know, I'm sorry," I mumbled, ashamed of my weakness.

He released one of my hands and tilted my chin so that my black eyes meet his Sharingan.

"Go to sleep," he softly commanded. I could feel myself getting drowsy already.

"No!" my mind screamed, I hated when he did this to me. I hated not being in control of my own body, not being able to wake up until he ordered me to. I needed to be there incase something happened, I needed to be able to fight at a moment's notice. "No, please…"

"Itachi-sama…"

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She managed to whisper my name before being overcome by the sleep I forced upon her.

"She's been getting the nightmare a lot more recently," Kisame commented dryly from the doorway.

"But she still doesn't remember it when she wakes up," I pointed out, pulling the covers off of her sleeping form.

"She will one day."

"No, she won't." I removed the large shirt that she always wore to bed, noticing the fact that she had neglected to wear underwear that night with amusement. Smirking a bit at the sight of her wirey body developing the curves of adulthood, I fingered the collar she always wore, not that she had a choice. I began dressing her, knowing that we had to get going and she might as well be ready when I woke her up.

"She is your weakness, Itachi-san."

"True, but she is also my strength." Pulling her now dressed form onto my back and carrying her towards Kisame.

"Don't tell me you plan to carry her all the way to our target," he moaned, crossing his arms. He hated when I did this, almost as much as she did.

"Fine, then I won't tell you."

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"Wake up, Zai-chan."

My eyes shot open instantly. Instinctively I reached for a kunai, "How long have I been asleep?" I asked, franticly, afraid that I might have missed something important.

A slight chuckle came from beside me, "Honestly, did you think that I would wake you in the middle of a battle?"

"Itachi-sama!" I squeaked, embarrassed that I had behaved so rashly.

"Let's go," he said, ignoring my red face, "We have work to do."

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"Stupid Perverted Hermit, leaving me to train by myself while he goes off with some chick…" I was talking to myself again, but there was nothing unusual about that.

There was a knock on the door of our hotel room, grumbling a little about having to get up, I wove my way through my sleeping clones. Wait…why the hell are they sleeping?! Damn clones, stupid Perverted Hermit, asshole knocking on the fucking door…

I jerked the door open, which probably wasn't the best idea because that Perverted Hermit put us in a kinda old hotel and the door wasn't too sturdy…

I was cut off from my mind ramblings when I looked up to see Sasuke…

No…this guy was defiantly not Sasuke.

He was taller, his hair was the same black color only longer, he had dark rings under his eyes, just his aura gave me the creeps, and his eyes were the most frightening things I had ever seen.

"Heh…this brat is the one with the Kyuubi inside him? He doesn't look that tough."

I jerked my head up to see a man with blue skin standing behind the Sasuke-look-alike. He wasn't nearly as scary as the Sharingan-guy but I don't think I would want to face him in a fight.

How do they know about the Kyuubi?

Why is his skin blue?! And what the hell is with his pointy teeth?!

Are they wearing the same clothes? What's up with that?!

Before I could even go through all of my rhetorical questions someone wrapped their arms around me and held me in a headlock from behind.

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