Hours later she was back up that blasted tree, refusing to move. Lazing on her stomach and staring out for a long time, the female Uchiha glancing to the sky. Dark and grey as a sudden wind picks up. Feeling the rain pattering off her skin as it becomes heavy, turning over she curses softly. There was no way she was letting a little rain move her, a clap of thunder arising along with a ray of shimmering white. Curling up further she grunts, closing her eyes to let the rain consume her mind. Each droplet like a tear running over Mikasuki's body, being sucked into her clothes.
The wind blowing the tied up strands of her black hair about. Feeling something strange land upon her branch she shifts, listening closely but it seems transparent through the clattering of each leaf. Resting her head again and shutting her eyes, her body collapsing in on its self. Twitching when something heavy leans onto her mask, shifting her hand up she flinches.

The female wasn't expecting to touch someones hand, as fast as it was underneath her own gentle touch. It and the beholder had vanished. Gone in the flash of lightening to hide amongst the mysterious darkness, sitting up and looking around she curses herself. She had to be more alert, this wasn't the first time this had happened though. The last time she had been on her own room getting changed. And when she was asleep, someone was either standing or sitting by the corner watching. It scared her a lot, it was like she was being haunted by a horrible black apparition.
Kami only knew what it wanted with her, why was it touching her or following her anyway? Now shuddering from the thought and not the fiery cold weather, Mikasuki nervously jumps from the tree to stand under a lamp light instead. Just encase it came from the tree to grab, and drag her away. The rain now pelting and drilling into the ground, as she leans into the post.

At least it was quiet and peaceful, that weasel faced male couldn't take her rain and freedom away. Not yet anyway, he hadn't thought up any devious plans, or rules to take that from her. By the crack of dawn, the raven haired woman had broken away from her spot. To get something to eat, staring at the Dangos and other snacks, she strains away again. It was best she didn't eat before training, she might get a cramp. But at the same time, she hadn't eaten in a few days. The offer to eat at Sasuke's had never happened, because she ran off before it could happen. Off in the distance she could see Itachi commanding a few ANBU, she would have been in that line listening to him spout crap, however he had her suspended.
Just watching made her feel lonelier, than she already was. She hated not being able to go out on missions, without having to wait for him to come tell her. It didn't help that there were no other females in the ANBU squad, at all. There had always been a lot of tension, between her and Itachi. It wasn't that she wanted to kill him, it's just Mikasuki wanted him not to be alive, any more. Sighing she turns and goes towards the forest where her parents house would be, pulling a note from the door she reads it.

[Gone for a small trip, try not wreck the house] blinking she smiles softly. Her parents were always going on holidays, since they hadn't needed to take care of her in some time. Perhaps she could get some sleep here, just for a little while. Going in she shuts the sliding door, sighing happily. Curling up on the old matting of her bedroom, she stares to the ceiling. Holes dug into it from her throwing kunai up, when she was angry.

To her right on a wall was Itachi, the blistering glare on his face. Making him look like a cat, one that had been kicked in the balls. Turning over she stares at him, through his eyes were needles and a knife sliced his forehead. A beautiful sight, and it was life sized. She felt embarrassed the day she had bought the pictures. She had snuck in late before any fan-girl could get in, the other pictures were a worrying sight however. The naked Itachi edition for a lonely girl...scarred her. Worst of all was the fact the very same Uchiha, had been patrolling and thought she was a thieve.
On walking in he had found her holding packets of the pictures, with a sinister grin. Standing right by the naked ones, which did not look good. He had been 16 at that time. This would be a very rare picture now, she had plenty stored away just in-case as well. Drifting from the world, she snooze's peacefully. Opening her eyes to find it had grown dark, sitting up she leaves the house. It was unusually isolated outside, standing out from the buildings Mikasuki looks at a screeching Sasuke.

"Onii-sama! Itachi is talking about you to the village! It's really mean, what he is saying" the small child plights, as she follows groggily behind. Entering the building, everyone stares forwards. Her parents to the back, having to listen to each word spewing from the weasel. Every other person seemed to be laughing or enjoying it, as if it were a comedy act. Itachi's lips moving to talk about something boring. On hearing her own name she clicks in, this was his plan of revenge - slander her name in front of the entire village.

"Except for one whom was dismissed, be that because she can't fight or because she can't do anything properly. And the fact that she is late to an important meeting, just adds to how bad she really is. I'm sure you are all glad, she didn't become captain" everyone laughing, and nodding as they lay back to listen. His father to the right, whom looks at the young boy who had run off mysteriously. Moving from the darkness of the room with wide eyes and a darkened mask ominously, no one notices her going towards the front unless she stands in front of them.

[Curse him!] an inner demon plights, [He doesn't deserve to live] the others chime to each vile word, hacking its way from his throat. Each one snapping the last straw of her nerves. Suddenly she belts out an enraged yell, that even makes Itachi jump. Everyones heads turning to the boar mask. Intoxicating purple and black flames coming of her body, that resemble her strange chakra colour.
"I am sick, and tired, of you. You are a worthless, no good, brat!" she howls at him making everyone gasp, her chakra increasing that stabs any fan girl to the ground in close approximation. Gripping her trouser leg she snarls bitterly at him, "The only reason you got into the position you are in now, is because your father is powerful, rich and high up on his pedestal" she points at the man whom blinks, shuffling under the heated finger being pointed. "Between us, I have done more than you will ever comprehend. Where I am now was an unfair judgement, I should have made captain. But I guess this village can't accept that a woman, could be a much better fighter; than any dog faced man!" she snaps, the anger increasing as she stares at the paralyzed Itachi.

He could say nothing from the shock. "Now let me tell you, weasel boy. The only reason these people put up with you is because you are the all knowing-…" placing a sissys voice, she glints her eyes. "-…Itachi Uchiha, the worlds greatest Moron!" the expression on his face churning into a heated glare, everyone had been gasping and gocking the entire time. "Glare all you like big weasel, I'm not afraid of you. Unlike these idiots, I am not standing down to let you have your way. You are weak and, quite frantically, pathetic; if you think you can stand up in front of the village, and slander anothers name. Because your daddy and mummy gave you everything you ever wanted, from the day you were born. All you had to do was cry, and about 50 toys would rain from the sky. Did you actually work hard to get where you are? Or did you just cry for that too?" she enquires with a hand on her hip, so far the weasel had been clawing at his swords hilt.

"I would tell you to shove your head where your ass is...but you know what?" she smiles, and speaks in a cooing manner, "Your head is already shoved so, F-A-R up there. You can see day lights GLORY!" everyones eyes where widening and widening, she was off her nut, making fun of a higher up and especially her boss. Itachi had never, Ever, been shouted at like that before. No one could pluck up the courage to, the entire room is silent after her echoing voice disperses. The Uchiha paralyzed and twitching, he had no idea what to actually say or do at this point. "Conceder your self served, naked mole rat" she laughs with amusement turning away, disappearing out the door as Sasuke's food drops from his mouth.

Striding the village road, she laugh's with amusement. She hadn't had so much fun in so long. Mikasuki knew this would be the end of her career, if not her life for mocking the weasel. Sitting on the tree, she stares to the open road once again. Strangely Itachi hadn't come to talk to her, however no one would eye contact either. But that was to be expected, considering she had told their deepest secrets to him. Sitting on a stump as usual, she stares at the bark of a tree. Unsteady footsteps heading her way, as she looks to the duck headed idiot.
"Nii-san is really angry, he's been in his room for days. Please go apologies to him, I told him you didn't mean what you said. He doesn't believe me!" staring at him through the mask she grumbles, perhaps she was a little harsh, 'pfft' nah!
"Sorry duck-butt, I'm not apologising to that weasel" with arms crossed, she raises her head to smirk defiantly. Sasuke pouting, and coming closer to stand in front of her with doe eyes.
"Please? I'm worried about him, he hasn't come out of his room in days" he jitters with his eyes getting bigger, staring at it she glares.
"I'm not apologising to him, if anything he should say sorry to me!" she snaps twisting her head away, the small child growing more and more annoyed.

"You're acting like a five year old…" he mutters, seeming to be the adult in this conversation. "Just say sorry, you don't have to mean it…" he mumbles, looking up at her hopefully. "Please, Onii-sama!" he plights, widening the onyx eyes to stare her down. Groaning she gets up, for at least an hour she couldn't get rid of him. He wouldn't stop saying, 'please', until finally she snaps and yelled that she would apologies. Now standing at his door she groans, raising her knuckle to the wall to knock.
Gulping back she knocks softly, Sasuke influencing her with a gesture to hit harder, or he'll never hear her. Sighing again she knocks louder, a disgruntled sound from inside. Pushing open the door, she looks inside. Blinking it was empty, the room was spotless and full of weapons. A greater difference from his little brothers messy pigsty, pouting she crosses her arms while standing in the middle of the room.

"Your brother made me come apologies…" looking to the side, and to the ground. The raven haired female glances about, it looked like he was going to be stubborn. "Weasel boy, I am sorry. Can I go now?!" she glares turning to leave, the door slides shut without being touched. "Well, that is the creepiest thing I have ever seen" Mikasuki grunts, trying to open it. There was no lock, so however it was stuck was another question. Turning around she finds there to be no windows, pausing her eyes slit. He must have put her under his Rinnegan. "Very funny, naked mole rat. Put the hapless woman under sharingan, and I came her to apologies" she pouts, shrugging. Raising her hand up, as if holding something in her palm.
The walls around her collapsing, to show a vacant black abyss with a few rotting trees. "Why are you hiding? Don't tell me my comments have broken your fragile little heart, weasel?" snickering, she glances around. A few crows coming to land, and perch on a branch to watch her. Straying towards a pool of water, she stares at its reflection.

Seeing Itachi's and not her own her head tilts, kneeling to reach for the face a hand bursts out and grabs her wrist. Dragging her under into the dark and murky water, calmly she watches him let go and disappear. Suddenly sinking she turns onto her back, to watch the light fading above. Landing on the bottom, she attempts to move but she finds herself trapped, unable to lift her body to escape. Bubbles rising from her mask, as she struggles further. However she suddenly sighs, releasing any intension to move and just lay there.
What Itachi wanted was her to be distressed, so she'd pay for the insolence. She wasn't going to give it to him, besides she was an ANBU - trained to suppress pain, anger, and any kind of emotion. Something the weasel probably couldn't do to an extent, his expressionless face was a façade. He could still get angry, the wrong monotone sent him into a fit of anguished angst.

Suddenly being thrown back onto land, she gets up slowly. It seemed he was testing what got her screaming, he did have, '48 hours', to do it. "It's pathetic, naked mole-rat. Why are you hiding from me?" the ravens lips churning with amusement, where, oh where, is weasel? "Come out, I came to apologies and it's rude of you not to at least face me for it" she crosses her arms, to glance about. Raising her eyebrow, and turning to look up at Itachi. "Short cake, get out of your fathers high heels" she states, pressing him down by the shoulder.
Dropping under her the eye level, this didn't make the hindering glare on his pouting face any better. "Heh, shortage of Uchiha?" burning his soul was probably the funniest part of what they were doing, he always tried to make himself tower over. He hated being shorter than an enemy, let alone a girl. Placing hands on her hips, she smirks behind her boar mask.

"Alright naked mole-rat, I am sorry for what I have said…" her voice drawling off to her head turning about, staring at the darkness she was slightly curious to this. It may have sounded stupid or disrespectful, but she had never used her sharingan on anyone. She had never found a time to use it, and stood to strength alone. Mikasuki would much rather break her fist than go blind, what use was a blind ANBU. In the work of defence against the intruding ninja? "Since I have 48 hours…" twisting, she wanders off.
Itachi staring at her now perplexed, she wasn't scared of anything was she? Let alone scared to the fact that the weasel controlled everything around her, he could collapse the floor, and make her fall forever if he really wanted to. Or drop an anvil on her head, kill her most cherished things or make her relive something she never wants to remember. That was a good idea actually, making her relive the same moment over and over - she wouldn't like that, not one bit - and so the torture begins.

["Today will be a short lesson, we are here to congratulate the new ANBU captain" eyes glimmer hopefully as everyone readies to clap. "Itachi" a loud smash echos in only her own ears, everyone clapping and chanting for the protégé] snapping to a halt, her head turns to look at the classroom suddenly around her. All eyes watching the classroom cheering as the weasel goes off to celebrate his winnings. Tension brewing in her soul as the scene repeats its self again, and again, and again. Her feet locked to the ground, so she can do nothing but watch. Lips locked so she can't even hurl any abuse at them or Itachi. Growing tiered of it he sits thinking, what else could he break her with?

[Mikasuki had been walking about at the time, passed shops and through crowds to go see someone. Poking her head out to listen into their conversations, she had only been fifteen at the time but had an interest in one of the guys in her class. Listening to him she swoons softly, the weasel had noticed her but had said nothing.
"Who else could I date?" he enquires lazing back, he had been voted the second hottest in the village. What a fool she had been for falling for such a guy.
"You haven't dated that girl, the one who always glares at Itachi…Agnes or what ever she was called" twitching her eyebrow her teeth clench with annoyance, why did no one ever remember her name? The weasel smirking behind his collar, this was a rare occasion before he stopped completely with age.

"Her? Oh please, who in their right mind likes Agnes…she's a complete freak who is more interested in hating Itachi, than dating someone…besides she's ugly, not to mention over weight" like an arrow through her soul her mouth drops, Mikasuki's eyes become white hollows of their former selves. Sure she was chubby but that didn't make her fat, glaring she finds herself trapped, and forcing herself to listen to what else he thought was wrong her. The guys had been saying something she was too busy to hear, his face furrow as he tilts his body back to think.

"Look, I just don't like her. For one - she's fat, like really, really fat. The size of a large hippo and even then, they look skinny compared to her. Two - she's ugly, horribly morbidly ugly. Her face could make mirrors cry never mind shatter, people feel physically sick just from one sideways glance at her" people where laughing and Itachi was sniggering, Mikasuki just staying quiet to listen to it all, not even an inch of a fight going through her veins anymore. "She's dull, drab and boring. Watching paint dry is more entertaining than listening to her hark on, about how much she hates Itachi. News flash nobody cares, she's stupid and nobody gives a crap about what she think. She needs to grow up and forget that a better ninja got the part. I mean don't even get me started on how much time, she must put into wasting her breath in talking"

How she thought of Itachi was her own feelings, how could they ever understand how it felt. To get a place she worked so hard for taken; especially by a pathetic Uchiha brat like him. "And to top it all of nicely, she is basically an emotional retard, all you get from her mouth is annoyingly happy or depressingly dull conversations - all about Itachi. Nothing else, nothing of interest and certainly nothing of use, to anybody" tilting her head to look at her toes from the peep-toe sandals, she looks back up from the corner of the alleyway.
Was she that bad of a person to be around? "I don't know how Itachi, his class, or the school, can stand the sight or sound of her any longer. Maybe she should just do us a favour and never talk again" to top it all off, they knew she was standing listening. All turning to look right at her, as she looks at them. Like a lost lamb that just watched its mother getting torn to shreds by a horrible demon. "Well what are you waiting for? I told you to get lost you ugly, dull, fat assed freak. Run home and find a bag to wear over your head!" taking a step back she glances at Itachi, she didn't know why she even made eye contact with him. He wasn't going to save her now was he? As fast as she was there Mikasuki was gone, no one even batted an eyelash.]

The female Uchiha stood now silently watching, each and every word being repeated seeming louder than the first. Did the protégé even know how this was effecting her? A few words he could brush off was nothing for him, but to her; she couldn't take such words lightly. For a strong mouth and twitching mind, she was weak against others words - each one taken to the heart, each one effecting her to terrible, and even sometimes extremely dangerous, stunts. Satisfied with the objective Itachi releases Mikasuki, her standing body dropping down to knees heavily. Just sitting there her mask stares forwards, slowly getting up after he says something she slinks past the weasel. Ghosting past the smaller brother and the parents, all watching her walk down the path like some kind of cyber woman.

"…What did you do nii-san?" duck-butt enquires, peering at the Uchiha whom was smiling, the little brother now on edge. "…You never smile" when anyone else looks it is gone, the same snarky, expressionless face plastered on. It had been a good number of days since anyone had seen the girl, and a good week before anyone really took notice. The weasel didn't really care much but the moment Sasuke noticed, the world had to know by a distressed 'Nii-san!!'. "Nii-san! Nii-san, Onii-sama's not answering her door. And her parents haven't seen her either" he pouts, peering over a bumped up cover, the weasel had been trying to sleep. Peering out he growls, and grunts.

"Go, away" the raven haired Uchiha snaps, bundling the blankets back up around his head. Sasuke pulling at him with a plighting squeak.
"But I'm worried about Onii-sama, she's not even up her tree. Or by the waterfall, lake, grass plain or deserted forest training!" he yelps, hoping for some kind of useful information. The brother just rolls over too snarl, finally giving up and and sitting up to glare at his brother. Duck-butt had become silent at this point, his eyes widening at the sun of a Japanese flag raising its sail above Itachi's head.
No - not from honour, or anger, nor from pride - but because his head was a slab of shiny Bald glory. "Why is your head shiny?" his head tilting, the elder brother glaring questioningly and turning to scream into a mirror; what had happened to his hair?! As much as his parents tried to keep a straight face, they just couldn't look at their son. Not with the way he looked now, scowling like an old man and bald.

It didn't help that he had two slices, down either side of his cheeks. Washing his face with a cloth to try calm down, his throat cracks with horror. The blasted bitch had erased any traces of his eyebrows as well. Stilling he glances down, oh please she hadn't attacked him - There. Taking the courage he looks, twitching his eyebrow he stares downwards, luckily there was nothing. The minute his father came back with a wig, and his mother got some make up. He was going to go and kill her, he didn't care if it was in front of everyone when he strangled her.
Storming the streets, he knocks on her door with a scowl. Sasuke peeping out from behind him as the ANBU grunts loudly. Knocking harder the door suddenly opens with a creak, on entering he finds the room completely absent of life. Dust collecting upon her bed sheets, as if no one had ever lived there from the beginning. Duck-butt running in to look around, both going to her house to look there.

Apparently she had been sleeping in her old bedroom, and was training up by the forbidden lake. Which was why Sasuke couldn't find her, he hadn't expected her to go to somewhere so dangerous. Storming up the steep cliffs, the weasel finally makes it to the top. Mikasuki standing aimlessly staring into space, the wind fluttering around them.
"You!" the raven snaps, the Uchiha twisting her head in surprise. No ones was supposed to know about her location, her parents probably did it because they were worried. She had been acting strange lately, quiet and distant from reality. "I'm going to kill you for shaving me!" slowly blinking, Mikasuki stares at him blankly.
"Onii-sama…are, you…okay?" duck-butt enquires, stepping closer but she moves backwards in reply.
"I'm fine…what's Itachi talking about?" she dully enquires, the child pulling off his wig. Staring at it there is no laugh, not even a movement in her expression. "Oh…I saw a fan-girl running with a bag of black hair. She shared it out with her friends, if that helps…" shifting her head away, Mikasuki shuts her eyes for a moment. Tensing her face for a moment, her ebony void like eyes moving lifelessly. The elder brother on the other hand just snaps again, raising his voice in anger.

"No, you did this. Only you would come up with something like this!" he bellows, the female doesn't react however. Slowly he unhinges to examine the area, there used to be trees. The ground was now scorched black, cindering stumps cracking to nothing but dust close by.
"I think shaving you bald, would be a grand endow" Mikasuki smiles gently, losing it to faze in and out of herself.
"How long have you been training this time?" the raven haired child chirps, his eyes dazzled as Itachi glances down at him.
"Dunno…" shifting her black hair she glances at them, not even attempting to act her usual cocky self. "I didn't shave you…so you can go hunt the other girls down. What would I want with your hair" rolling her eyes she straightens up, searching for something else in the surrounding plain.
"I think you should get something to eat, you look sick" duck-butt pouts, running off to get something for her. Glancing to Itachi he stands staring, watching her every limp movement.

"You're stupid" the weasel plainly speaks, folding his arms after sorting out his wig. Mikasuki shrugging and leaning back, her entire body thumping to the ground heavily. Wincing she rubs her legs, veins hidden from sight pulsating from her skin. "You haven't even eaten anything, in almost a week have you? What do you feel you will accomplish?" stepping closer she doesn't bother to react, her entire body shuddering because of her muscles. Up until now she had been trying to hide her shaking body; clear signs that she was starting to fight, just to stay in control of her consciousness.

"The reason you never became captain, isn't because you are weak. Or a woman, or because you are a commoner" stepping towards her, the weasel states the facts coldly and to the point. "It's because the minute you don't get - what you want - you get frustrated, you're a spoilt brat. If someone got something, and you didn't, you'd have a fit. You're the kid who kicks the floor and punches the walls, when your parents don't give you that certain toy" glaring he stares down onto her, burning holes into the top of the raven's head. "You're pathetic, you 'train' all day and all night, you never stop, even when you are on the brink of collapse. You even end up starving yourself, because you just can't stop. Your killing yourself and are on the verge of a total physical breakdown, because you are exhausted. If you cannot even keep yourself alive, and in one piece. How can you be trusted with the job of organising the lives of others. Any person you would be in charge of, would end up dead because of your stupid psychotic methods... its sickening to even think about it vaguely" slowly she stands up, her head tilted down for a moment.

"I'll keep that in mind…" she plainly states, gliding past him. Flinching when he grabs her wrist, staring at his hand she questions the movement. Turning to trail his arm, she looks at him dully. It didn't even look like Mikasuki was there anymore, her body on autopilot while her mind drifted through space. Itachi coldly looks at her with his sharingan, her black orbs weakly reflecting their red glow from behind her mask. Twitching his eyebrow she flops forwards, resting her forehead on his chest drearily. "Stupid…naked mole rat" she whispers in her sleep, curling into him for warmth when he ends up carrying her back down the hill.