a/n: Yay! My 30th story up on fanfiction! I'm so happy. Certainly not my 30th finished story, but I'm working on that. Especially on my ZabuzaxHaku story, but the 4x13 story is no where being finished.

Anyway, here's the disclaimer. No matter how much Itachi and Kakashi want to be mine, they aren't. cries Oh well, there's hope for everyone, right?

On this story, sorry this chapter is so short, I just felt like posting something, since I haven't in a long time, and I just didn't feel like continuing it at the moment, cause I'm kinda stuck.

And I apologize if I don't update very often, I do go to school (contrary to popular belief) and I have marching band practice for like three hours three days of the week so I have like no time to write. Hell, I hardly have enough time to sleep.

I also apologize for the archetype nature of this story. That's what we're studying in my lit class. Okay, I think there's enough of that, here's the story.

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His anger throbbed through him like the lightning striking across the sky. The rain poured out of the sky with a vengence that rivaled his own. He trugged through the rain and navigated through the complex alleyways. Finally he reached his destination. On the outskirts of the city, a old abadoned house stood lonely atop a hill. Paint was chipping from the wooden walls, shutters had either fallen off or hanging by mere nails, and windows were broken in various along with many years dirt.

Silently, he walked through the mud until he arrived at the door. The door swung open easily with one soft push. Once the creaks' echos subsided, he suveyed his surroundings and realized just how long ago it was since he had last laid eyes on this house. He took a step forward and the sound of his boot hitting the wooden floor echoed loudly. It was at this moment that he remeber the reason that he was really here.

He had to keep and eye out for his former lover. He never could predict what the man would do, even with his sharigan, developed as it was. He had to watched his back with extra precaution. With that, another step was taken, then he turned suddenly, a hand instictivly moving to his katana, to realized that the door had simply shut on itself. The long-haired ninja relaxed after noticing the obvious.

Itachi walked further into the foryer, remembering the once unrivaled beauty of the house. He remebered the polished gleam of the marble floors, the way the red carpets the met in the center from each staircase, how fresh flowers were always set on the table in the center, and no matter what day it was the house was always full of excitement.

He caught himself not only off-guard and open to an attack, but also remembering a life that had been gone for many years. He had promised himself that he would never regret what he had done and so far he hadn't, but if kept thinking like that he would.

Shaking his mind clompletly of that life, he made his way cautiously up the left staircase. When he was level with the second floor, he looked both ways, deciding on which was the best way. After many seconds of thought, he decided to let the older man find him and began to move down to the room that had once belonged to him.

His room hadn't changed much, darker, gloomier, and covered over with dust. Normally it would've bothered him, but at the moment he really didn't care. He was caught up in what his life used to be, about what it could've been, about what it should've been. Then without warning, a puff of smoke blinded him, trapping inside the room. He turned around to reveal his former lover standing in the doorway.

Kakashi Hatake had trapped him inside his own room.

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a/n: Don't you just love cliffhangers?

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