Alright everyone, this a KisaIta fanfic. Don't like it, well then why are you here???

Most of the chapters will be in Itachi's POV. I will indicate otherwise.

I do not own anyone from Naruto... I wish I did, but I don't.

I am not going to give the plot away cause it will reveal itself with time. When I use italics for something such like this, it will usually be for thought.

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Emotions. Who needs them? Certainly not me. I never have nor will I ever have need of them.

When the hell did these thoughts start coming?

Oh that's right, since damned Kisame began to make me wonder. Damn him for this.

The eighteen year old, black haired young man currently was sitting in the deep shade of an oak tree. Feeling the rough bark of the tree for some damned reason, reminded him a bit of Kisame's skin. Grumbling silently, the young adult left the small inn room for a long walk. Kisame wouldn't leave until he returned and it was tomorrow. No need to worry himself about simple things, such as his partner finding the inn room empty.

All this thinking had all started a month ago when Kisame had tried to converse with him. It confused him why his partner even bothered to try. Night was upon the town they were located in. He preferred to be awake during the night. Actually, he didn't like sleeping at all.

Damn my human needs.

Crimson red eyes kept to the ground as his footsteps were silent on the paved road. Sounds of crickets filled his mind and shortly the young man could easily locate the noisemakers. At the beginning of the evening, he was at the inn room...

Now he was sitting in the oak tree, wondering what the hell was wrong with them.

"Itachi-san ... you ever wonder what we would be if we hadn't done what we did?"

That was one question that had got him to begin thinking. Uchiha... Most of the clan, actually the entire clan, had fallen by his hands. All except, then, a young seven year old brother who no longer was that young. To be a prodigy... his family had succeeded in molding the oldest Uchiha child into the nearly perfect ninja.

Images of the people he had killed began filling his mind at that moment.

"Nii-san... Why?!"

He closed his eyes to block off the voice. Since when did this killing of people bother his conscious so much?

" I don't want to die!!"

A wretched memory. Watching his young brother scream in terror from him. He had killed the family, with his otouto's being in mind. His eyes snapped open and he glared at the sky. Everything returned to its special state that was only acquired by the Sharingan. That was another thing. Way back in the corners of his eyes were kind of dark.

I refuse to accept this. I am fine.

Screams filled his mind. A very annoyed faint curse escaped the man's lips. Why now, when they were on an important mission. And since when did he fucking started to use they to describe him and Kisame? Things just couldn't get worse.

Why do people say that? You say it and things are bound to get worse. Which they did. The loud booming of thunder, approximately 50 miles away, filled his ears. A storm was coming. Staying in one village for more than two days was very dangerous. With storms, it meant at least a week in one village. This did not please the prodigy one little bit. If anything, it truly pissed him off.

His eyelids were becoming heavy with the burden of having not slept in two weeks. Sleep was one thing that angered the young male to no extent. With rain pounding down on his back, Itachi began to silently move back to the inn. Kisame was likely to be there and have a pot of warm tea waiting for the worn Uchiha.

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