Shisaku

Prologue:

Dark eyes regarded the darkened clouds with a rueful smirk. How ironic that the weather reflected his current mood. The figure lounged languidly on the window sill peering out at the gloomy environment; anyone walking by would assume the person to be relaxing after training intensely that morning. But anyone who knew anything about Uchiha Itachi knew better than to assume things, especially when it came to the unreadable and unpredictable heir. It was a sure way to get a one way ticket to the graveyard.

"Itachi, are you ready for your mission?" Said boy scowled at the sound of the older man's voice. The Police Chief of the Konoha Military Force, the Head of the proud Uchiha Clan, his father, Uchiha Fugaku. One of the many people breathing down his neck, pushing him to achieve higher ranks faster, become stronger, train harder, and all for the benefit of the Uchiha Clan. To them, he was nothing more than a pawn in their quest for more power. They made him sick.

Fugaku was about to open his mouth again when the tatami door was wrenched open with enough force that he had to step back in surprise. He met the eyes of his ten year old son and had to repress a shiver. It was like looking at your own death. "I'm leaving now Otou-sama." Itachi said blankly before walking noiselessly down the darkened hallway. "This is your first Chunin mission Itachi. As always you represent the Clan and we hold you to high expectations. Do not disappoint us and I expect a mission report when you return." Fugaku said gruffly. Lightning flashed and Fugaku swore his son's eyes turned red, but he brushed it off after seeing Itachi's normal blank look.

"Hai. Of course Otou-sama." Itachi said inclining his head respectfully before continuing down the hall, the strap of his pack clutched tightly in his hand. Itachi somewhat relaxed at the smell of his mother's cooking and realized that it was noon. Midday already and yet his younger brother Sasuke wasn't up. His mother spoiled him too much, but he understood she was giving Sasuke the affection and attention she could not give to Itachi. However, such coddling would only hinder Sasuke in the future.

Said woman was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on an elaborate bento box with the Uchiha Fan painted on the lid. He was tempted to throw it away but he knew it'd hurt his mother's feelings and he sensed her rising from bed before daybreak. The Uchiha Matriarch proudly gazed upon her eldest son, decked out in all black with his Chunin vest, and gave him a small smile. If you knew where to look, you could probably catch a glimpse of worry in the creases by her eyes or how her warm eyes were slightly misted. But only if you knew where to look.

"I packed your favorites Itachi, in honor of your first Chunin mission. I know you will do well." She said softly. Come home safe, her eyes said, but she wasn't allowed to say that. The Clan didn't tolerate weakness. He bowed and left the Main House, glancing at the sky. It looked like rain but he decided to walk to the gates where he was to meet his teammates and their squadron leader. It wouldn't take any more than a small Katon jutsu to dry his clothes if they got wet. It was one of the few choices he got to make for himself.

As predicted, his fellow Uchiha clansmen fell over themselves to greet his this morning, wishing him luck on his mission and congratulating him on his outstanding performance at the Chunin Exams. All Liars. Everyone of them. These were the same people who talked about him behind his back, whispering about how unnaturally talented he is, how cold he was, how much of a monster he was turning out to be. Itachi smirked. Maybe he was a monster.

He was only a couple streets away from the gates when his trained ears heard a breathless "Itachi-kun!" from behind him. Itachi turned and his heart leapt into his throat at the sight of the pink haired sprite beaming a bright smile at him. The only color on this dull day. His cherry blossom.

"Sakura, you ran all the way here?" He asked, bending down to her level. She nodded enthusiastically. "I knew you were going on a mission so I made you a snack!" She declared, "Plus I wanted to say goodbye."

Itachi smiled slightly, the first smile in a long time, and took the bento box, putting it in his bag. Sakura looked at him with watery eyes and pleaded, "Promise you'll be careful okay? I don't know what'd I do if you got hurt Itachi-kun." He was taken aback. When had anyone besides his mother taken his well being into consideration? He gave her a small smile, the only one who could ever receive it, the only one who deserved to see it.

"I promise. Arigato for the box. Now get home before it rains." He said, ruffling her hair affectionately, "I'll be back in two weeks." Sakura nodded and hugged him tightly. "I'll miss you Itachi-kun." She whispered.

Later on, Itachi sat a ways from his teammates and opened his mother's bento. Sashimi, tempura udon and curry rice were all elegantly arranged and Itachi smirked. Putting it aside, Itachi opened Sakura's bento and couldn't help but chuckle. Several sticks of colorful dango were lined up together and although it was simple, Itachi enjoyed it the best.

Izumo and Kotetsu were worried. Uchiha Itachi's team was late by a week and the little emerald eyed girl hadn't left the stone bench near the gate since the day they were suppose to arrive. She didn't eat, she didn't sleep, she didn't move at all. They'd tried to move her, but she had kicked and bit them until they left her alone. When asked why she didn't go home she replied, "I'm waiting for Itachi-kun to come home! He promised!"

Kotetsu just hoped they got back soon. Even from his post he could see Sakura was shaking and her eyes were in and out of focus. They knew Sakura's foster parents didn't care about the girl; all they cared about were the large checks they received for her. Sakura was the last of the extremely wealthy civilian Haruno Clan who had been decimated during the Kyuubi attack. It was obvious she wasn't treated well. Her dark blue pants had been repaired several times with different shades of blue that didn't quite match. Her hair was a dark pink instead of the normal rose colored tresses and her skin was darkened slightly by grime. She wasn't a filthy girl at all, but there was only so much a six year old could do by themselves. And the Hokage had too much work to do to be worried about the welfare about a single child.

Izumo let out a sigh of relief as a Chunin team came in with Itachi in the rear. The rest flitted away but Kotetsu grabbed Itachi's arm. The Uchiha glared at his with his angry red stare and forced himself not to snap the watchman's arm with just a flick of his wrist. "What took you so long?" Kotetsu demanded, his concern for Sakura over the past week coming out. Itachi raised an eyebrow and Kotetsu forced himself not to flinch under his gaze.

Izumo wrenched Kotetsu away and pointed to the trembling child on the bench. "Sakura hasn't eaten or slept. She's been sitting on that bench for the past week waiting for you." Izumo explained. Faster than they could keep up, Itachi cradled Sakura's limp form in his arms, gently rocking her despite their curious gazes. She'd lost weight he thought absently, feeling her small ribs pressing into his forearm.

"I-Itachi-k-kun?" She whispered hoarsely, wincing as her lips cracked and started bleeding. "Hai. I'm here now Sakura." He said gently. She gave a weak smile and closed her eyes.

"I knew you'd c-come."


What was her name? She didn't know. Orochimaru-sama called her his "precious pet"; others called her Yami because of what she did and who she served. Where did she come from? Again she didn't know. Kabuto-sama said she had been reborn, whatever that meant. She had no other memories before waking up to see her master's gleeful face.

The middle aged nobleman held out his cup for another serving of sake while raucously laughing at the night's entertainment. Two servant boys were viciously fighting each other, biting and snarling like rabid animals. The prize: the winner would be allowed to have the table scraps of the guests. To the two boys who rarely got to eat, it was like a dream come true. Never mind that they had been the best of friends up until tonight, or that they had grown up together in a life of servitude. None of that mattered; this was about survival of the fittest. Hunger overruled friendship.

Keisuke cheered along with the rest of the crowd as the leaner of the two boys nimbly dodged the other's fists and swept him off his feet. He growled and jumped on top of him, his small hands encircling the other boy's throat tightly. He held on, ignoring his friend's desperate hits and scratches as his body convulsed for air. Finally he stopped moving and the winner slowly climbed off the corpse, tears running down his cheeks as the realization of what he'd done hit him.

But Keisuke was no longer paying attention to the brutal fight. His gaze had locked with one of the host's beautiful waitresses and he felt familiar stirrings in his lower belly. Coyly, she held a fan up and slowly made her way towards him, her hips swinging with feminine grace. Keisuke's dark brown eyes never left her body as she gracefully kneeled beside him. "Is everything to your liking Hosuma-sama?" Pink pouty lips asked him. He smirked and held up his cup and she obliged. Bending slightly to grasp the sake bottle, Keisuke was treated to a glimpse of her cleavage which was on display due to the kimono she was wearing. Her innocent gray eyes entranced him as he grabbed her wrist suddenly and dragged her away from the crowd, ignoring her protests. He was hungry for a different sort of entertainment now.

So she was loyal only because she knew nothing else. Locked from the outside world, she spent her days training at her master's command. He owned her and she strived to meet his goals, his deadlines, everything because it was all she knew. She was a deadly assassin and a fully trained kunoichi who did whatever it took to complete her mission.

"Hosuma-sama please!" She begged as he pulled her close once they were in a private room. Keisuke's large hands began to tug at her kimono, licking his lips in anticipation. His hands fumbled with the strings of his hakamas. "You got a name?" He asked breathlessly, gazing at the gray eyed goddess as she whimpered and pleaded with him to let her go. He hissed in pleasure and pain as he forced her hands around him. Once fear glazed eyes hardened as she bent him down to whisper in his ear. "You may call me Death." She crushed the pulsing appendage in her hand viciously. Keisuke tried to scream but his throat had been ripped open before he could open his mouth.

She was Yami, Orochimaru's precious pet, she was a shisaku. An experiment.


As you can see I'm slightly more sadistic than my younger sister CBreezy13. But if anyone is too uncomfortable please tell me. This is my first story and your opinion matters to me. Or even if you want me to add anything in. The basic plot is set but anything can happen, I'm very flexible so any side pairings you want I may add as well. Any questions feel free to ask in your reviews or PM me at any time! I'll try my best to answer any questions so long as it doesnt reveal too much of the plot! And any requests for my next story are welcome as well! Whatever genre, pairing or basic plot you want I'll try and see if I can make something of it!

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