No, this will never ever happen in Naruto (Disclaimer Here) so I can only say I own the plot.

I tried to make it believable and IC and I made sure not to use the word 'home' and have Itachi refer to sasuke as 'little brother' to make it seem more realistic.

Rated T; Itatchi's point of view. Yes that should scare you.

TwisTed
By Reverse

Sick of the pain sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow
I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead
(papa roach – Alive (n' outta control))

She stood across from me; shaking with what I knew was exhaustion. At first her heart had won over her head and she had attacked me with full force. Such was the force of rage. But now I could see the reasoning, the hopeless expression etched in her eyes. Her breath labored as she calculated the chances of survival.

The Suna kuniochi was here for revenge. She was avenging her brother's kidnap by the organization I happened to be a part of. This organization was very strong, nobody survived if they weren't. We were strong enough not to even have to hide; our uniforms, the red clouds over the onyx, they market us as targets and objects of fear.

Temari was showing no fear; maybe regret. But I wanted her to fear me; needed her eyes to twist and contort with pain. I wanted to see her body as mangled and shredded as my insides. My eyes began to bleed, the Sharingan emerging, begging me to submit her to my sadistic little fantasy. For some reason I couldn't fathom I held back. The red of my eyes faded into the nothingness of the black.

My feet turned and I decided the best weapon I could arm her with was disappointment. She would become like my little brother; disappointed, in denial about his weakness. She wouldn't understand there was nothing she could do about it, why? It was impossible. The girl would strictly believe that if she could become stronger, she could force me to submit. Then the anger and the bitterness would build up and blind her.

Then it would be my turn to be disappointed. Because then I would know that I had armed her with the knowledge to defeat me and she had used it against herself. Temari would wilt and fall within the confines of her own cage. The extraordinarily powerful enemies that I could ever have had in my little brother and the Kazekage's sister gone to waste all because of a simple mind-fuck.

The former was already lost. I had seen his eyes, power swirling wild and untamed by poor discipline; he was lost to the rage against me. I asked him to hate me; hate me as much as he could; but the moment he took it beyond that; he lost. Now he was consumed by the angry rage I had induced in him. With hate he could have the sight and will to necessarily kill me. But the rage blinded him; he sought out power but never refined it.

"Wait Uchiha." The blonde stated, I stopped walking but made no attempt to turn around. "You are stronger than me."

My mind relayed bitterly, lashing out within its twisted confines. That was already established! Outwardly I remained composed and impassive. There was the terror inside me though, screaming my reactions to her words. Dammit! I needed peace. My head always betrayed me, the whirlwind of voices as terrifying and forceful as the blonde's fan. I was so careful, my words always thought out in fear that I would repeat the words in my head. It was a paradox and a contradiction to sanity, but as much as I hated it I took everything I could from it. Its habits and arguments and I swallowed its lies. I was pitiful, taking the insanity from my mind as little brother took the insanity from me.

I turned around defying gravity and whiplash as the next words bravely tumbled out of the girls' mouth. "Would you train me?"

Did she have no pride?! Was she suddenly immune to my mindfuck? Did she simply wish to put me on the spot? Again my mind clashed; every possible response a calamity, my own private pandemonium leaving searing scars on my brain.

"Why?" It was the most illogical answer I could have ever given her. The one that made the most sense was the easiest; saying 'no'. My barely-spoken question was not why do you want me to train you? But rather why should I? The first searing question was none of my concern; nobody would offer anything without an ulterior motive.

"I'm Jonin level, strong enough to be of some use to you; why don't you answer yourself?" Her tone nearly bordered on impatient. My thoughts again were divided; I could kill her here and now and then she would shut-up. However that seemed less appealing that sending her to her death by my bidding, a suicide mission. I could train her as the little errand girl or spy for the Akatsuki.

"I will not betray my brothers or Suna. Go after almost anywhere else and I'll go with you." So she wasn't as strong as I believed she had been when she had made her request.

I mocked her, handing her a verbal challenge. My thoughts came to agree on one argument so I came to spoke it aloud. "You are not strong enough to betray your village and cut the ties of your family?"

She stared for a moment at the slash that marked my detachment from Konoha. A simple piercing of the symbol and I declared my village of origin to no longer puppet my strings. "No. I am strong enough to leave and never come back. I can hold onto my beliefs and memories through all the torture I know I will be forced to endure." She decided; her tone was firm even if it lacked authority. She was only standing up to me, she was not telling me what to do.

But she was not done yet; maybe she knew that phrasing would not evoke me into even lending her a syllable of acknowledgement. "Itachi, are you so weak that you run away to escape pain?! You're scared of feeling attached and close to something in case it ends up hurting you. Like your family did. They hurt you didn't they? And Sasuke didn't know, that why he's alive, ignorance and innocence."

Her taunts were ones that often crowded my head and my throat tightened with the minor panic, the sharingan bled, the pinwheels circling even if I had yet to use the power. "Your family hurt you so you banished the pain; my family hurt me."

"I ran into the pain, I loved what caused me terror and anguish. I learned to embrace it." Her eyes told the unforgiving truth, the inside of her hollow but twisted mind. Maybe her thoughts were silent, saner. We were both just as messed up, both sadists and masochists in different dimensions and depths.

"I will train you and you will catch the Jinchuri I seek." Her eyes flickered in understanding, but she turned away from me. Her gaze was directed toward her place of origin.

To my slight but internal surprise she decided to answer the statement. "No."

I almost growled in anger, I offered her this chance and she turned her back on me now?! If she took one more step I was going to flay her were she stood. She seemed to feel the rising murderous intent because she let her voice catch on the wind just once more. "Chasing such immense pain is something you must do alone."

"You chase pain." I stated coldly and calmly. As if this did not affect my existence at all; I remained the rigid stoic figure.

The Suna blonde was just as twisted as I was. She was just as torn and mangled on the inside. "I will take all the pain that is mine to bear. Are you not strong enough to take all of yours too?"

It was disturbing to see that calm figurine of hers walk away in cold silence. I knew that she had acquired from my actions what my brother had not. I knew that if I tried to take her painful and rewarding burden from her again. To take her little brother; she wouldn't hesitate to kill me. But her vision would not be clouded, she would see through me clear as day and cloudless skies. I had finally granted somebody with the inclination to kill me. I suddenly found a satisfactory urge to die.