AN: Okay, so it's been a while since I've uploaded or anything, but I'm not dead! I just always find myself constantly tired from school to where I don't have the energy to write when I'm home. However, I've recently started watching Naruto again and I think it'd be cool to write a fanfiction about it. It's time to rehash my love of Naruto once again! (I watched it in middle school and I was utterly, weeaboo-icly obsessed with it.) I decided to write an Itachi love story because it sounded like an interesting thing to write. I haven't seen many Itachi love stories, either, so we'll see if anyone even likes it. I really enjoy writing this so I do hope I consistently upload! I really hope you guys enjoy this, whether you've been around since my first fanfictions or you're just wanting to read a Naruto fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters associated with Naruto.


Everything felt like it was floating. Her vision was blurred beyond belief and she felt as if she were in a daze. The girl blinked multiple times to try and get rid of the smear of colors she saw. She couldn't remember absolutely anything that happened before she woke up, besides being bluntly hit in the head by a very tall man in a black robe. Now that she could begin to collect her thoughts together, she realized there were two men in black cloaks. Naruto...Sasuke! The young woman looked about the room, trying to gather information on her surroundings. It was a completely plain room, nothing exactly out of the ordinary. She found herself in a small bed covered in white sheets. I must just be in a hospital room. I can't imagine how long I've been out.

The girl carefully climbed out of the small bed and made her way to the door. Something made her hesitate when she grabbed the handle, like her conscious was saying to evade. However, she quickly dismissed the thought like she often would when her gut would tell her something. She swung the ivory-painted door open to find something strange.

It wasn't a hospital at all. The woman opened the door to a long hallway, walls painted with an onyx black color and a crimson floor. It resembled something of a haunted mansion. The girl looked both ways before she left the room, checking if there was anyone watching her. She took a swift right turn and began to make her way down the hall. At the end of the hallway, it just led off to another. The woman knew that there would be a maze of corridors to get through, and she didn't even know where they led.

"Should we wake her up? She's been in there all day," a man with a low voice spoke. "No, I hit her so hard that I don't even know if she's going to wake up," another man with a raspy voice responded. "Either way," he continued, "it doesn't matter. We don't even know this chick's name. I don't know why he took her with us."

The woman knew she was talking about her. Either way, she was awake and she was going to find out who these mysterious people were and why they brought her with them. She began to twist and turn down long ebony corridors to follow their voices.

Finally, she reached the end of a corridor. The woman could see light shining against the wall opposing the other end of the oncoming hall. Mindless chatter came from the room. The girl didn't know whether she should turn around and find a way to escape, or just walk into the room with her head up high. She held her breath and trudged around the corner. Trailing her finger down the wall as she walked, ten heads turned to look at her.

Nine men and one woman stood spread apart in what looked to be a living room. They all were adorned with black cloaks with red clouds and mysterious looks. She could only recognize two of them, a tall man with navy hair that very much resembled a shark carrying a large wrapped sword. Oh yeah, I remember that thing... The other man she recognized was the biggest threat to her. The girl even remembered his name. Itachi, Sasuke's elder brother.

"The princess is awake, eh?" a man with long blonde hair said, resting his elbow on an overstuffed chair. The girl rested her eyes on him, analyzing how he looked along with his body language. The man who resembled a shark took a step closer to the young woman. "We've been taking care of you for over a day and we still don't know your name. What is it?" he asked.

"The polite thing to do is give your name first," the girl responded, looking up at him and crossing her arms across her chest. "Kisame. We've met before," he said, accompanying the statement with a devilish smile. "I'm quite aware. My name's Tomoko," she responded, shifting her attention to Itachi. "Now the question is, why am I here?"

A man with silver hair sprawled out on a black couch sighed, thinking aloud, "Yeah, why is she here? Itachi's stupid decision just gave us more blood on our hands, and it better be on mine."

Itachi darted his eyes towards the man. "No one is getting sacrificed or killed by any means, Hidan," he snapped sternly. Itachi then returned his attention to Tomoko, glaring at her with his scarlet eyes. "Itachi simply returned you to our hideout as bait for his brother. He hopes he'll finally get strong enough to have a fair fight," Kisame answered the question for Itachi. Not breaking her scowl at Itachi, she stepped closer to the man who was slightly taller than her. "Too bad he doesn't care about me, or anyone enough to come for them. He doesn't care about anything. He's become codependent on killing your wretched soul so much to the point where he's lost all meaning of life besides destroying you," Tomoko raised her voice, balling her hand into a fist while nearing tears. Tomoko couldn't stand to see how Sasuke devoted his life to killing a specific person. She thought of him as a friend, so she cared about him as she would with any other friend.

Itachi stood still, not budging even slightly. He didn't respond. He just kept on looking down upon her. "Woah, there, little genin," Kisame said, putting his long arm between Itachi and Tomoko. "I'm a chūnin," she snapped back. A handful of the others in the room let out a chuckle at her. Tomoko clenched her fists more. She wanted to sit down and cry and throw a fit, but she couldn't. She'd never met people so disrespectful, or especially people as strong as them. Itachi could've killed Sasuke in an instant, and he was significantly stronger than Naruto. Defeated, Tomoko looked down at her feet as if she had reverted to childhood and her parents were scolding her.

"So then what do we do with her?" a man in an orange mask questioned. "She joins, whether that be by force or by choice," a quiet man with tangerine hair and a dozen or so piercings spoke up. "So now we have eleven members, and one of them sucks so much to the point where we can barely use her? I don't understand, she'll just hold us back," the man with blonde hair spoke again, looking at the man with piercings. "We'll find something for her, Deidara," he responded. Tomoko couldn't believe what was being said. "N-no, wait, what? What am I even joining? What is this organization?" Tomoko stuttered.

Hidan, still laying in the same spot took his chance to speak. "We take, we take, we kill, and we take until we get everything, to put it in a simple way," he snickered.