Authors note: Okies, so since I haven't written anything in a couple years I may be a little rusty, so I apologize in advance, BUT I am confident that it will get better, once I get some more chapters out :D Also, I know that the first chapter was rather short and blatant, and didn't really center around Itachi at all, especially considering he's 'dead', but this one is aaaalll about him and our mysterious female. Soooo enjoy! Please review, I need all the help I can get lol

A flash of light, and a 'whoosh' of air sounded in the small house. She, caught the corpse of Itachi Uchiha effortlessly in her arms and carried him through the living room and down a hallway into another room. In the center of this room was a tall, long wooden table, which she laid him down on. On the far side of the room was a large bookshelf, which was full of thick textbooks, both old and new. On the wall next to that was a workbench covered in tools, gadgets, papers, vials filled with some strange liquids, and was just a cluttered mess, all around. On the wall opposite from the bookshelf was a bathroom which she walked into.

When she emerged, she had taken off her shoes, gloves, and armor. Without it, one could clearly see the delicate feminine curve to her body. She carried a large bowl of steaming hot water to the table and set it down. Grabbing a rag, a pair of scissors, and a large white sheet, she pulled up a stool, and sat down next to the body.

She unstrapped his pouch of shuriken and looked inside.

"Didn't even have time to pull them out, did you?" There was no pity in her voice, but a simple tone of contimplation. "hmm..."

She set them aside and began cutting away at his destroyed clothes, until he was entirely naked. Her eyes did not wander as she dipped the rag into the hot water, and began cleaning the dirt, blood, and grim away from his skin. Although her eyes didn't stray, she could not help but admire the shear power of his body. Even in dead-weight, his lean muscular body looked like absolute softly chiseled perfection.

When he was all clean she placed the white sheet over his hips and groin. She sighed and flipped a switch on the wall that turned on a spot lamp that hung over the table. And then she set to work, going over every inch of his body, and documenting everything that she found in a large blank book.

'Each cut is jagged. The flesh is torn and ripped, suggesting a sarrated or hooked weapon was used."

Every cut she examined had layers of ripped flesh. She peered at them with the eye of an expert. She had done this many times before, all for a very high price. She was a Coroner of sorts, but she never once had to cut one of her subjects open to figure out how they died.

'Noticed a small, almost microscopic hole just above the left hip. Appears to be a needle mark. But ive already ruled out poisoning, so I will have to do some blood work.'

She made other notes of small details that she noticed, but nothing other then the needle mark stood out of the ordinary.

Setting down her pen, she stood up and leaned over the Uchiha's face. She lifted her hand around his face to untie his hair, letting the silky locks fall around his serene face.

She stared at him for several minutes before reaching up and pulling away her mask. Her white, blonde hair framed a beautiful face. Luminously fair skin contrasted with her full, pink lips, that held a deep frown. Her almond shaped eyes were the most unusual shade of jade and sea foam green. But what made them even more unusual, was that they glowed. Inhumanly shining out against the dimly lit room. They too, held a deep frown.

"Itachi Uchiha.." she said to his lifeless body. "I sometimes wondered what it would be like, the day I laid my eyes one you again.... Never thought it would be this way. Pity.... you were one of the best opponents I ever had."

With that, she turned out the light, and walked out the door.

The next morning she awoke to a rough knock at her front door. She rolled out of her bed and took a quick glance at her window. The sun had barely come over the hill. A deep growl echoed out of her chest.

God she hate this hour of the day...

"They will pay..." she thought hatefully as she put on her mask and stomped down the stairs. She was still wearing a tight long-sleeved black shirt and a pair of light grey capri sweatpants. She knew it was highly different from the attire she wore yesterday, but she didn't really care. She was FAR to tired. She trust the door opened with a glare, having already known who was on the other side.

"I thought I said I would tell you if I found anything!" She barked. Pein simply raised an eyebrow at her, but smirked all the same. While Kisame, who was standing behind him, eyeballed her pajamas with a curious look on his face.

"I was nearby and thought id come to check up on things," he replied as she reluctantly stepped aside to let them into the house.

"Whatever..." she yawned, and walked down the hallway and into the room where she left Itachi. She turned on the light and approached him. Kisame came around the otherside of the table to observe her work, while Pein looked over her notes.

Kisame watched her grab a contraption that looked oddly familiar to Deidara's eye scope. She placed it over her right eye, and flipped a switch, so that she could examine the needle mark more closely.

"What do you think?" Pein asked in her ear. She flipped another switch to view it even closer.

"The flesh around the hole is green.... im starting to reconsider the possibility of poisoning. But the thing about that is, his skin color would be altered; blue-ish or green most likely. But look at him, aside from the cuts, he looks as if he's asleep, rather then dead." She replied glancing up to gaze at the Uchiha's face. Then she grabbed his arm and bent the elbow. "He hasn't even settled into riggor yet... that is what makes this so much more interesting. He's not dying like he should, something is definitely different."

"So what are you going to do?" Kisame asked her. He took a moment to noticed the way she spoke of the young man on the table. There was something etheral in her voice.

"Im going to do blood work today to rule out any poisoning. After that, im not entirely sure..." she replied standing up and taking off th scope. She turned off the light as they walked out. "Once again, I with come to you, when I find anything. And trust me, I will find it."

Pein nodded, seeming satisfied and headed towards the door. Kisame however, wasn't.

"How do you know Itachi," he asked. The female looked at him with a serious look on her face. If he could see her eyes through those small slits, he was sure he'd see them calculating his face. Searching for some kind of ulterior motive to his question, other then pure curiosity. She found none.

"We were childhood rivals," she deadpanned. "Everything he did, I was always three steps ahead of him and then some, and he hated me for it. I graduated before he did, I became a Jonin before he did, and so forth. He constantly tried to find ways to surpass me, because, at that point in his life, he couldn't stand the thought of someone being stronger then him. And I hated him for that."

The seriousness in her voice told no lie, of that, Kisame was sure.

"Hmm, interesting," he replied and turned around to follow Pein out, and she shut the door.