Disclaimer- I'm not suicide. (If you were wondering) I do not own Naruto or it's characters but the story line, Sorin,and her jutsu are mine! This story was inspired by the Back Street Boys song "I'll be the one".

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Chapter 1

I stood on top of the hill looking over the moonlit village. The wind rustled my Akatsuki cloak and blew my long brown hair into my eyes. I tucked a strand behind my ear and looked at the ninja to my left. He was still looking at the leaf village below us with his dark eyes.

"You know your mission, are you ready Sorin?" he asked me in his deep intoxicating, emotionless tone.

I shut my eyes not wanting this to be our parting. "Yes. This isn't my first time if you'll remember Itachi."

"This time will be different. You should be resting you'll need all your strength in the morning."

I sighed. "You know I sleep as much as you do lately. The nightmares haunt me ever more strongly with each day sapping the strength from my waking mind. The village's defenses are low anyway after Orochimaru's attack. I'll have all my strength sleep or no sleep."

"They may see you as a threat. You need to be ready." He placed his hand on my shoulder and I looked into his face. The same feeling I always got when Itachi touched me came back as strong as ever.

Itachi Just thinking his name almost made me slip up. If he noticed those feelings I might be treated to another helping of Tsukuyomi. I had slipped up several times before and had no wish to repeat the experience.

I buried my feeling at his touch. No matter how much I enjoyed it I couldn't let it show. I cared about him in a way I didn't care about anyone else. He has saved me from killing myself on several occasions and had taught me how to control my jutsu since I had joined the Akatsuki.

I am only thirteen but I had been made a full Akatsuki member at the age of nine. I am their spy. I infiltrate a village and find the jinjurkis in them. It is very dangerous not only for me but for the village as well. My jutsus are very powerful and sometimes I have trouble controlling them. That's why Itachi was assigned to me; his sharingan is strong enough to stop me when I start losing control.

Itachi's cold eyes met mine and I was almost lost in his gaze. It struck me powerfully that this was the village he grown up in. He had found his power and killed his family here.

It made me wonder and I couldn't help but ask, "Do you ever miss your clan?"

He looked back at the village and said in a cold tone, "No, They were obsessed with our bloodline and didn't see the great power we could attain. They were weak."

I was unable to take my eyes off him. Itachi was dangerous but he had something about him I couldn't help but be attracted to. He wore his Akatsuki cloak like a shroud of darkness making him even more mysterious. He was so interesting to me and I couldn't figure him out. He had a way of entrancing me like moth to light but he never seemed to feel any emotions. Sometimes though I swear I see emotion in him it just passes too fast to recognize.

He closed his eyes and when he opened them they were glaring red. He looked down at me again; his sharingan swirled in mesmerizing circles. For a second I thought he might have noticed my emotions but then my vision started to fog and my body seemed to be becoming heavier. He was putting me to sleep. That was one of the many great and terrible powers of his sharingan.

"Come on Itachi that's not fair." My words were slightly slurred and I looked away shaking my head to clear it. It didn't help.

I tried to push him away but my limbs were so heavy I barely pushed myself an inch from him. I swayed and fell into him for support resisting the sleep he was forcing on me.

He gave a small humorless laugh then leaned over a little to whispered in my ear, "Well you're lasting longer than last time," I looked up at him smirking tiredly as he continued, "But it's still not enough."

My body went limp as I tried to stay conscious. He grabbed me before I fell and picked me up to take me back to camp. It took him no effort at all like I was no heavier than his cloak. I moaned in protest but leaned my head against his chest all the same. It was so warm and comfortable in his arms I almost gave over to sleep.

"I'm stronger than that." I complained groggily trying again without success to push away even if I wanted him to keep his grip.

"If you're so strong then why are you so weak in my arms?" he whispered in my ear again.

"You got to give me more credit than that." I muttered reproachfully, "Still conscious."

"You need to sleep Sorin. Your mission is to get in the village and you need to be alert." his voice was firm with the same emotionless tone as ever.

"Fine if you insist."

Still looking at his entrancing sharingan I struggled to stay awake. I didn't want to sleep while Itachi carried me. I wanted to soak up every bit of him I got before my mission. It was going to be long and times alone with Itachi like this were few and far between. I breathed in his sent. He smelled as always like woodland with the underlying hint of blood from his last fight.

Itachi do I matter to you like you do to me? I wondered as my eyes started to become too heavy to hold open any more, Maybe someday... If I can get you enough power you will look at me like I'm important to you. Maybe after that you will... Not now I have a mission to do for Itachi.

"Tomorrow then…" I whispered into his cloak and gave in to the oblivion.