Disclaimer: Naruto and all its characters are created and own by Masashi Kishimoto. Song lyrics are also not owned by me and are from the song 'Somewhere' by Within Temptation.

A/N: I am very proud of this chappie... its relatively long (for me :P) and I wrote it in a very short amount of time. I also will actually be able to continue it, and if you had read any of my Shurtagul stuff, that in itself is amazing, LOL. I think it might of been a mistake to write it in present tense... that's kinda hard. If you notice a screw-up in the verb tenses, please tell me! Now just read it... yesss.... that's right...........

SOMEWHERE

/I'll find you SOMEWHERE

I'll keep on TRYING

Until my DYING DAY/

Because I can't forget. My eyes slide closed, ever so softly, tears peeking from behind my lashes.

I am not weak. And I don't need anyone. And I don't need him. But I clutch his limp hand, because I do.

And I keep crying because I need him so much my heart aches with the pain of it.

/I'll find you SOMEWHERE/

I know you're still here. I just have to look hard enough.

/I'll keep on TRYING/

I'll never give up. I can't give up on you.

/Until my DYING DAY/

I'll find you somehow. I promise, we'll meet again, someday.

/Lost in the DARKNESS/

I am not lost, for you are my light. You'll keep the flame of my will burning, so brightly, at the end of the tunnel.

Somewhere. Anywhere. For you.

I pull myself to my feet and sigh. Below me lies blood. Blood and flesh and bones and muscle and life and tears and pain and love.....

Itachi.

I stare wordlessly at Itachi's body- I refuse to think of it as a corpse- and grumble to myself.

There's so. Much. Blood.

How the heck did Itachi's useless, stupid, annoying, little brother manage to kill him so brutally?

To break him so completely.

I angrily brush a strand of hair out of my eyes. Stupid hair- I should cut it. Shave it. Then it won't bother me anymore.

I also reach up to my face and brush away those useless tears, because crying won't bring Itachi back. Nothing will.

So maybe killing the younger Uchiha won't bring Itachi back either, but it would make me feel a lot better.

And I mean, come on, he's just lying there, practically waiting for me to just send something pointy through his heart. And he probably would die anyway, even if I just leave him there.

But I won't. I won't kill him, or even leave him there, because that's not what Itachi would want.

I bend down, reaching one hand under the unconscious 15-year-old's back and the other under his knees before hefting him up to carry him against my chest.

And just my luck, the stupid kid weighs a ton, and I'm tired!

I roll my eyes as I walk away from Itachi-and it feels like I'm turning my back on my life- and think, "What have I gotten myself into?"

/Lost in the DARKNESS

Hoping for a sign

Instead there is only silence

Can't you hear my SCREAMS?/

I trudge into the Akatsuki lair- and that's really the only word for it- and it's as dark and disgusting and dirty as I remember. Remind me, why did I join the Akatsuki, again? Oh Yeah. Because I didn't have a choice.

I stagger into my "room" – a.k.a. a small, dark, hole in the wall- and dump the Uchiha unceremoniously to the floor. He whimpers a little and clenches his sweaty hand around a corner of my robe.

Gah!

I look above me pleadingly, wondering what on Earth I must have done to deserve this.

But apparently the gods just don't like me, because instead of releasing me, the Uchiha's eyes flutter open.

Oh greeaat. He's waking up now.

And of course, the first word out of his mouth is: "Itachi..."

I resist the urge to strangle him.

After that admirable display of strength, I decide the Uchiha doesn't need to wake up, after all. I bonk him on the back of the neck and he makes a pathetic 'eep'ing noise and rolls over. Yep, and that's the last of the prestigious Uchiha clan.

My head snaps up suddenly as I hear a gentle knock on the door and a suspiciously cheery voice call, "Dinner!" As I hear the footsteps fade away, I sigh. Dinner is not a time to be taken lightly.

I narrow my eyes at the unconscious boy behind and try to will him into nothingness. Which unfortunately doesn't work. Ah well.

I hear lightly dancing footsteps outside my doorway and the voices calls again: "Dinner!" this time with a hint of danger in it.

I make a decision on the spot and throw my Akatsuki-style futon (Yes, I have a black futon with red clouds on it. Deal with it.) -over Sasuke and hope he doesn't suffocate. Stupid kid.

The doorknob rattles threateningly and I call out, exasperated, "Coming, Hidan, I'm coming!"

I rip open the door and he's grinning at me. Argh. I don't want to do this.

I stride past him down the hall and he has to jog to keep up. He rests a hand on shoulder and looks up into my eyes (tch--midget) and asks "Are you alright?"

I pull away and glower at him. I don't need or want his pity.

We come to the dining hall and I seat myself at the stupid table with stupid Pein at the stupid end. (No, I'm not bitter at all- now why would I be bitter?)

Pein waits for Hidan to be seated beside Kakuzu before in a grave voice, "We have lost a member."

Oh, joy. I really don't need to hear this speech. I consider leaving, but I've tried that before, and I'm fairly sure Hidan won't spare me this time. I compromise by zoning out for the majority of Pein's speech.

I am jolted out of my reverie by Pein saying my name. I glance up, hoping he won't ask if I'm alright.

Because I'm not.

To my relief, he doesn't inquire about my health. Instead, he asks, "Would you like to take care of the body?"

I freeze up, staring ahead for what feels like 10 minutes before I manage to gather up the strength to nod.

At least, I hope I nodded.

But Pein has already turned away, so I must have, or he just guessed my answer, which wouldn't really surprise me.

Everyone knows about our relationship, anyway. That's why their eyes are all on me, searching.

And suddenly I just can't stand it anymore.

I yank my chair out, stand up, and shove it back in. I turn around to stride out of the hall.

"I'll be in my room," I say, answering Pein's unspoken question.

Where else would I be?

Besides, I need to check if the Uchiha's still alive.

Unfortunately, I hear another chair scrape back. Irritably, I speed up in a feeble attempt to escape my mysterious follower.

I wait 'till we get to the hallway before turning to face whoever it is. Oh, great.

"Konan," I state carefully. I can't bring myself to call her by one of the stupid nicknames I've given her, revolving around the useless origami flower she wears in her hair. I can't. Not now.

She looks up at me through heavily painted eyes. "You called me by my name," she says softly.

"You've changed."

But I shake my head, because I haven't.

We just all have different ways of coping. And this is my way.