'It can't be…'
'Yes, it can. And this is the truth and we're supposed to take advantage.'
'But she is just a little kid!'
'I know, but we need the ten-tails as soon as possible.'
'Yes, but she's never shown anything that would tell us that ten-tails really exists. You must be mistaking something.'
'No, I'm not. We have proved that this kid is a powerful jinchuuriki. The thing is that the ten-tails beast is a peaceful creature and it doesn't show that it is in her and doesn't burst out with anger like the nine-tails. Now… we have to plan what we're supposed to do and we need a spy to the Hidden Leaf.'
There were 6 grown up men with serious and a bit worried faces; a dimwit sitting in the corner playing toys in a mask and a blonde, really long haired teenager with speech problems. Quite a weird crew, right? They were all wearing black cloaks with red clouds. They were sitting in a dark room, no lights; only a single lamp, no windows either. There was a round, wooden table, where they sat. They had some papers and photos of a girl with short pink hair.
'I can go! I'll be a great spy, hn…' the blonde smirked. He had his hands crossed over his head. He was rocking on his chair back and forth.
'Deidara, this is not a stalker company. We need the jinchuuriki that means we need the girl alive.' A man with orange hair and strange, grey eyes stood up and hit the table with both of his hands.
'Okay! Okay, no need to blow up. Calm down bro, I was just kidding, hn!' the blonde sat on his chair properly and grinned widely.
'What was I saying? Oh, yes. We need a spy. Well, none of you can enter The Hidden Leaf, so…' everyone looked at a 21-year-old guy at the end of the table. He had a terrifying glare. He had dark blue hair and red eyes. He was silent and staring at the orange haired man. Their glazes met. Silence.
'Itachi-san, we don't have a choice.' The orange haired man said a few moments later, while sitting down again.
'I understand.' The raven haired man said with a cold, emotionless voice that went under everyone's skin.
'You should put on some normal clothes on and look like a tourist or a normal teenager. Wear jeans and sneakers or something. Don't act like a ninja, say that you've retired. Spy on Sakura Haruno and make her come with you. If she doesn't fall for you, kidnap her.' The orange haired man ordered.
'Yes, leader-sama. I shall get going.' The raven haired man stood up and walked out of the room. Everyone was silent. Nobody dared to say a word. Everyone knew how hard it would be for Itachi to return to his motherland and act like a traitor once more. It would tear his soul apart, but they had no choice. They had to achieve their goal.
Itachi Uchiha walked in the dark hallways of the evil hideout. There was no light, no air and no common sense at all. He was thinking about the ways of avoiding the mission. He had betrayed his village once, already. And he couldn't do it again. After all he had done it to protect his homeland and it would be utterly disastrous to do it again. He bit his thumb. He walked through the hallway slowly, back and forth. Suddenly, he felt someone's hand on his shoulder; he turned around.
'I know the feeling. Don't worry, it'll fade away gradually. If you want, I'll tell leader-sama you don't feel well and I'll take your mission instead.' A man, about 35 years old, with red hair and a crooked smile was standing next to Itachi.
Itachi's inner self: why is he suddenly so nice to me? He never showed any interest if I'm dead or alive. And now out of the blue he wants to help me… something's not right. I have to do the task myself, so nobody get hurt. At least not too many people. I don't trust this guy.
'Thank you, Sasori.' Itachi faked a smile. 'There's no need. I'll do it myself. It's not a problem at all.' he lied and slowly walked away to his room. He entered the room and was about to close the door. But Sasori squeezed his foot between the door and the wall.
'You're welcome, Itachi.' he said and closed the door himself. 'But there's no need to lie.' He said after he had closed the door and smirked. He put his hands in the pockets of his trousers under the cloak and walked to his room.
Itachi heard it. He knew he was an awful actor. He sat on his bed; Looking at the pictures of his family, friends and comrades on the wall. He wanted to cry, but tears wouldn't come. He was used to faking emotions and being cold. Nothing could make him cry now. He pushed himself back and put his head on the pillow, covering his face with his palms. His head ached. His mind was tearing apart. He looked to his right and saw aspirin on the bed-side table. He drank it; one pill, second, third… he quit counting soon. He was numb, his body didn't function properly. He wished to die; he really did. But he knew there was a reason he was alive. He knew he had to finish what he had started. He was a hero that would be remembered as a villain. "But the world isn't a wish granting factory, after all." he felt horrible pain in his whole body taking him over and ruining the last, most healthy parts of his already damaged organism. "That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt." He remembered the lines from the book he had lately read, The Fault in Our Stars. The book had affected him, really. But now, the only thing he could think about was tricking that little, innocent girl and then killing her. It was disgusting. He was sick, in his mind and body. He heard someone knocking on the door. He forced himself to stand up and walked to the door. He endured the unbearable pain and acted like it was nothing. He opened the door. It was Pein.
'Yes, leaser-sama?' Itachi's head was awfully dizzy. He was about to fall to the ground. He couldn't see; everything was dark in his eyes. He felt horrible pressure hitting his ears. He ignored all of it.
'Itachi-san, you don't look well. Are you sure you can do this?' Pein stood at the threshold with a worried face. 'I guess I'll ask Sasori.' He said and tried to close the door but Itachi didn't let him. He held the door with one hand and his forehead with another.
'There's no need to. I'm okay. Really. I'll be ready in a minute, let me pack my bags.' He said and smiled.
Pein looked at him suspiciously. Then looked down and shook his head with a grin. 'You are such a good liar, Itachi-san.' He laughed ironically and turned around to leave. 'Good night, Itachi-san.' He yelled from his back while walking away and laughing to himself.
'Good night, Pein-sama.' Itachi closed the door. He fell right at the moment the door had closed in front of him. His knees cut down and he fell. He sat on the floor and leaned to the door. He closed his eyes and imagined everything he had to do. 'No, you're wrong, Sasori.' He whispered to himself. 'That feeling won't fade away. You don't know the real pain of being homesick. You're too cruel and selfish to feel that. You'll never understand. This feeling will stay there forever after it has settled; the feeling that can't be washed away. It haunts me all the time telling me I'm doing everything wrong.' He laughed a killing laugh; the laugh of a mad, dying, sick-in-head person. 'Great! Now, I'm talking to myself! I'm going crazy.' He stood up ignoring the terrible pain. He opened the closet and packed his suitcase. He was ready 15 minutes later. He put on some casual clothes, like he'd been told to and walked to the door of the hideout.
'So excited to betray the Hidden Leaf so much?' he heard someone's ringing, unpleasant voice.
'Kisame, tell Pein-sama I've left.' He opened the door to leave but Kisame held the door.
'Hey, don't be a little kid. I was just joking, Mr. Serious.' He laughed grossly. Itachi glanced at him with his legendary Sharingan eyes. That was enough. Kisame left. So did he.
A.N
Hey folks! What's up? I hope you're having a great vacation! This is my next fanfic and I hope you like it. Please write a review, pleeeeaaaseeeee! This is really important for me and I haven't got any reviews for a while and I'm starting to worry. I hope my fanfictions aren't that bad. Anyways, have a nice day and don't forget to feed your lama. ;)
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