Hello again my children, miss me? Well peasants, what it do? I revamped this story in hopes of it being less crummy.

It's more of a friendship fic with Kisame and Itachi.

Kisame

It was easy assuming the man who reaped an entire clan was stronger then any shinobi to walk this land. But had to be a complete power hungry nuttcase to murder your own clan.

No one ever questioned his motives as an Akatsuki member, which was great for me being his partner and all. They just allowed him to run rampart doing as he pleased when he pleased, heeding to no one. Such an abnormality, an enigma to the point not even his brother could understand him, then again, who ever understood him to begin with? It didn't matter anyway; he refused to be understood by any "lesser being." Can't tell you how many times I rolled my eyes at that one.

He joined this loathsome team (the scrape on his forehead protector proof enough) as soon as he devastated the clan he called his own; I was twenty-two when he told me about it. When they originally told me I was to be paired with a thirteen-year-old, I laughed. What a ridiculous group of people. But after his confessions, that thirteen-year-old was the one I trusted my life to.

Hard to believe this kid, this peaceful sleeping soul, destroyed an entire clan. Whether he had assistance or not, it lead his brother to insanity, and ultimately his own. This kid, no man, was so emotionally disrupt that his mental health, as well as physical, had declined.

He was going blind. It wasn't hard to see. Like when a dog looses it's sight with age, you could see the filmy grey tint clear as day. Well he couldn't, but others could. I had realized I was the one doing most of the damn work on missions and went to confront him about it. Poor kid had a coughing fit before he looked into my own eyes when I noticed. I notified the higher ups. They told me they could not help him with the deteriorating sight, but sent pills for whatever illness accursed onto him.

A prodigy is what they called him, no one treated him the same way they'd treated normal kids. No he was a king. Mastering so many skills at a young age. He was such a busy, well-accomplished kid; he didn't even want to do normal kid things. He was just so, pitiful in life. He told me of how his blade ran through his over bearing father and how his father just smiled. His mother as well. He said his childhood was just that, a smile and, "good job son." His father never paid attention to his younger brother, which also lead to an ultimate rivalry. Killing his clan was the best thing that's ever happened to him. He was free in a way.

He told me his crazy, elaborate ploy of a life and his ultimate plan, he was a smart boy. Giving his brother such satisfaction is so selfless. He was definably the greatest genius of his time, and for no one to know of this would be a pity, such a waste. When I told him he should document this, he chuckled saying he rather not.

So I did on his behalf, not really realizing I was writing down a fact here and there when we were out and about. And look at how well it turned out, I mean. You are reading this right?

Uchiha Itachi, just thirteen when he slaughtered his own clan. He felt so dirty about this blood he spilt. Unlike me who enjoyed every nanosecond of killing my own. Anyway, he felt awful about killing hi brother's family. So terrible in fact he had taunted the younger boy for years, testing his will and power. He let Sasuke have his revenge. He had drove the boy into a rage only death could quell. Just to rid himself the guilt of taking away their parent's life.

Don't believe me?

Itachi had many opportunities to kill him. Could've killed him during the massacre, during the nine-tails retrieval mission, and even during his time with King Snake. But he never did. What kind of sick bastard prolongs his death just to be killed?

The one that loves his younger brother.

Gross right?

Third-person

He lies there, sleep so peacefully. He adorned his ANBU attire, head slumped in a bent open palm a light snore emitting from a slightly ajar mouth. He looked damn different with his faded red speckled black eyes closed, hair fanned out over and around him. He didn't even looked as annoyed as he normally would be. He was curled into a ball, so small and insignificant. One leg manage to slip from under him, just barely off the ground. The black hair that was loose from its tie, framed his all too pale face.

He coughed then, loud and strangled. There was blood, a lot more then last week. Then another one so violent, it shook the cement building to its foundation. Did I mention? This room was huge, a sort of meeting hall. A giant Uchiwa fan on the wall and all! The hall was cleared of any sort of furniture save for the giant throne at the base of the fan. A few more coughs and his faded charcoal eyes slit open.

"Prince of Darkness, Milord, your brother has been spotted near our boarders. Would you like to continue the proceedings?" The blue one mocked. The dark-hard man sat up, slouched, sat up again, the stood, wiping blood from his mouth, then clearing his throat, he sat back down again.

"The nightmares just grow stronger, to the point they are now faceless figures whose screams sound the same as those of no origin."

"I see you're wallowing in self pity... again."

"Musings, not loathing. The fuck does perfection mean, Kisame? Don't you ever wory our perfection will fade and Peinn will ultimately destroy us? Get bored with playing his giant shogi game and blow up the world? His perfect world. What would become of us then?"

"Sure sounds like self-loathing to me." Kisame chimed.

"Allow me to finish my musing, shark bait." Itachi released his hair to securely retie it at the base of his neck.

"Go for it, Ms. Lady Hair." His partner snickered

"Will you do one thing? Watch him. Watch over that ridiculous outoto of mine, make sure that damned Madara doesn't corrupt his idiot mind. That is all for my 'pity party'."

"Come along, Itachi, we have things to do, people to see."

The sleepy Uchiha roused from his throne as the prince of the broken. The true Prince of the Damned.