Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
A/N.: Just to let you know, I am disgusted with the italics when I make a flashback. I love flashbacks. I should cut back on flashbacks.
Anyways, I just want to let you know that it will be mainly third-person, unless I want first-person. You have been warned.
This is also a kind of comedic yet serious fic, with lots of action, suspense, romance, and mystery, plus humor.
Nameless
Chapter One: The Immortal
Small rays of moonlight drop onto a dark duvet, making it glow in the night. A small mound could be seen on the bed, stirring every now and again, snoring peacefully under the watchful gaze of a dark-haired man dressed in ninja gear. The man had his ANBU weasel mask on sideways, propped on the side of his head. The bundle in question stirred fitfully at that moment, almost startling him. Realizing how late he stayed up that night, he propelled himself out of the tree in which he had sat for hours on, and disappeared into the night.
Now you would wonder why such a man would stay for hours on end staring at a stranger?
Well, if anyone knew the man, Uchiha Itachi, they wouldn't be surprised. The ANBU captain wasn't known for his sanity and talkative manner. In fact, it was exactly the opposite. Ever since he and Sasuke had sorted out their differences three years ago, life still hadn't changed for the two of them, Itachi especially.
The only way he could find solace was during the night. Now, the sun had a harshness that he couldn't endure anymore. He constantly seeked the comfort of the pale light of the moon. But now, even the moon seemed angry at him.
That's when he saw her.
(flashback)
It was a hot blistery night in June that year, and he was walking home from a mission. It was a pale yellow moon, just like this night, and he felt angsty for some reason. Looking back at the wreckage he had created, he entered the front doors of Konoha. Little did he know in his dazed and tired state, was that someone was following him.
As the ANBU captain paused to wipe the sweat, accumulated by the mission, a bright light appeared and he soon found himself in a precarious position. Someone had the prodigy's front pinned up on a tree, and a kunai was on the brink of slitting his throat.
"Now, don't make this harder for me, Itachi." He stiffened, and recognized the voice. "Shisui?" The man behind him relaxed, although the killer intent wasn't disappearing as quickly.
Itachi stared at the man he was friends with as a boy. Shisui, to him, hadn't changed much over the years. His baby features had hardened into a harsh, cruel face, not unlike the countless unnamed people Itachi had slaughtered when he was a missing-nin in Akatsuki. He also had killed Shisui, along with the rest of clan, omitting Sasuke.
Well, at least he thought he did. "I thought you were dead." he asked rather bluntly, but again, this is Itachi.
Shisui looked at him strangely, his messy black hair ruffling in the breeze. He suddenly started laughing. "My dear child, I'm not Shisui at all."
Itachi remained impassive even though his insides were boiling with unknown emotions.
"I'm Uchiha Madara." This time Itachi really did reveal his emotions. He was angry and confused. Madara laughed at this, knowing that Itachi's stoic personality wasn't in gear at that time. Yet Itachi quickly rearranged his features into indifference.
"I thought you were in Akatsuki, being that weirdo 'Tobi'?"
Now it was Madara's turn to be shocked. And he thought he played the part of 'Tobi' well! "Yes. But it doesn't matter, cause your guts will be spilling in just a matter of seconds." He sneered, and lunged at Itachi with glowing hands. Itachi quickly ducked out of the way, unsheathing his katana while doing so, and ran towards Madara.
But it was all over in a few minutes, because Madara opened his mangekyo-filled eyes.
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