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Itachi
Chapter 1
Sun beat down on me as I looked over the deep blue waves. I sighed. How did I end up here? My birthday was today, and since it was June the other members took a pool to celebrate it with. I had planned to spend my birthday silently, that was all I had really wanted for my birthday. Silence. The peace of being left alone. But, of course, the rest of the Akatsuki could not let me endow in such a pleasure. Instead I was forced to wear a demeaning clothing choice selected by Konan and listen to the immaturity that was Deidara, Hidan, and Kisame crazily splashing each other. The only ones with some sense were Kakazu and I. We stayed out of the water. I sat with the newest book on anthropology by R. . The author was a genius; their writing style consumed me to the point I had nearly escaped the hopelessness of my current predicament of being trapped with the obnoxiousness of the Akatsuki. Then I was sprayed by a bone-chilling water gun that was held in a Kisame's hands. I wasn't mad until I saw my book was completely ruined. I looked up at my laughing partner.
"Come on, Itachi, get in! The water's great! Reading a book is no wa-" He began. I was quick to interrupt.
"Sharingan." Kisame fell out of my sight, gasping and choking under the influence of my genjutsu. I turned back to my ruined book. "Hn." I closed it sadly. There was nothing to do but sit and observe the rest of the Akatsuki. Maybe I could study them enough to classify each of their personality defects. I would have to read more on psychology first, however. Perhaps one of them would buy me a book on psychology for my birthday. I should be so lucky.