Evolution – An Itachi & Sakura story.

By: Mitsuki Shiroi

Disclaimer: Naruto and all its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

A/N: Ehm… Sorry for the delay… Again.

Chapter Three – Arrival of the Red Cloud

"Long time no see Orochimaru," Sasori smiled as his ex-partner walked towards them. Deidara and Kisame stood up as soon as they heard Orochimaru arrive. Kisame grinned as he licked Kabuto's blood of his hands.

"Gross Salmon-chan… yeah," Deidara chuckled evilly. Kisame versus Kabuto had been an interesting fight, until Kisame sapped away all of Kabuto's chakra and let the Samehada devour him bit by bit; Kabuto didn't stand a chance after that.

"Can't help it, it's my special shark quirk," Kisame's grin broadened.

Orochimaru smiled sadistically before stepped out of the shadows. "Four Akatsuki members, all for me?" He pocketed his hands as he continued his stride towards the cloak-wearing Shinobi.

"Yeah," Deidara grinned as Orochimaru came into view. "We thought you would like a small reunion… Before you die that is… yeah."

"What makes you think I'm going to die?" Orochimaru's smile was replaced by an amused look. "You see, I am stronger than the last time you saw me… Oh, how long has it been? About thirteen years?"

"Funny you should say that," Sasori's smile was still apparent. "We have been getting stronger too."

"Where's Itachi?" Orochimaru inquired curiously as he ignored Sasori's statement. "I thought that out of all people Leader would send here, he would be one of them. After all, he is the only one who could rival my strength."

"And why is that Orochimaru?" Kisame growled viciously as he grabbed his Samehada.

"This time, I have a secret weapon," Orochimaru said simply as he tore off his mask. "The Sharingan."

"…Oh no, I'm so scared," Kisame replied sarcastically. "I've been in a team with Itachi-san for years now; do you think that I'm afraid of the Sharingan? Or your mind techniques that enable you to take over another body?"

"…Damn it," Deidara cursed as he inspected Orochimaru's new face. "This is Itachi's little bro… yeah."

Sakura… I wonder if she's here…?

"Yes, I thought so," Sasori nodded. "You couldn't get Itachi, so you caught his little brother. I imagine you've been using the Sharingan frequently since you've taken over that boy's body?"

"I have," Orochimaru cackled softly. "But, let's get to the point. You are here to assassinate me?"

"We are," Sasori answered as he flashed a smile. Deidara stared at his partner in mild amusement. It seemed that Sasori actually liked this reunion and he honestly enjoyed talking to Orochimaru again. But even so, he could easily spot the gleam in Sasori's eyes. He always had that look whenever he was about to murder; a look of pure satisfaction.

When he had first teamed up with Sasori, he had thought that aspect of his partner was a bit creepy and scary. At that time, he was young, only fourteen years old, and he was a scared little kid who just wanted revenge for Iname's death.

Deidara smirked. It was hard to believe that he had changed this much in the years that he had been a member of Akatsuki. And of course his perspective of things had also not withstood the passage of time; it too had changed dramatically

After being in a team with Sasori for a week, he was certain that Sasori was a monster specifically created in order to scare the wits out of Deidara. But gradually, he started to become more and more like a big brother to Deidara, and he enjoyed Sasori's company and their little banters.

He stared at the two in front of them. It almost seemed like they didn't realize that one of the most heated battle in history would commence in just a few seconds. A legendary sannin versus Akasuna no Sasori. This would be interesting to say the least. Then, Sasori turned around to face Zetsu and Deidara's train of thoughts stopped.

"Zetsu," Sasori's tone suddenly became serious. "Get Itachi."

Zetsu, who had remained silent during the entire conversation, glanced at Sasori. It seemed he was contemplating things over, before nodding his head as he disappeared into the ground. Finally, banter between old teammates had ceased, and preparation for battle had begun. Sealing this rapid change in atmosphere, Orochimaru activated his Sharingan.

Sasori's response was immediate as he pulled out three scrolls from his robes, placing them on the ground as he crouched down. Deidara stepped forward, quickly removing his straw hat from his head as he gave Orochimaru one of his most menacing glare. Kisame followed his example and readied his Samehada as he hunched down slightly.

"Don't look at his eyes, the doujutsu and genjutsu from the Sharingan are unbreakable," Kisame warned quietly. His two team members nodded in acknowledgement.

"Let's start this show then," Sasori said quietly as he formed some seals to activate his puppets. "You know how I hate to wait."

"I do," Orochimaru smirked before storming towards them; Sharingan eyes blazing with red ferocity.

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There were a few things that could calm Itachi down after a long, tiring day. But he would never completely relax; he was an Uchiha. Uchihas don't relax. They stay on their guards, even when sleeping.

However, there were a few things that could calm him down.

One of them was the sound of water trickling in the bamboo fountain that stood in the backyard of the main house of the Uchiha compound. Although those who visited the main house thought it was irritating, especially because the fountain was located on the opposite side of Itachi's room, he had always found the undulating sound somewhat soothing.

He craved to be alone as well. Solitude was something he needed, like the homeless needed a roof, or junkies who needed a fix. He was addicted on it and couldn't ever get enough. There were no interruptions as he trained; no obnoxious voices that disrupted him as he contemplated; no little brother who wanted to train with him; not even a father who tried to order him around.

Since he had joined Akatsuki, he had rarely been alone and he had never heard that fountain again. But there was one other thing that could calm him down; rain.

When Sasuke was born, the entire house was roused with sounds; Sasuke crying; mother trying to calm Sasuke down; father as he sighed heavily before stalking out of the room with firm paces.

Fortunately for Itachi, Sasuke was born in the rain season. During those excruciating, long days where Itachi couldn't even focus on learning new skills, he often just went outside to the forest that surrounded the Uchiha complex. There, in the middle of the clearing that was his personal training ground, he would quietly stand, allowing the rain to wash over him.

And he would listen.

Itachi would listen to the rain striking the delicate grass; listen to the howling wind that ripped through the threes. He would do so for a few hours, just standing completely still, before returning to the main house, completely drenched. His mother would come towards him, running with a towel in her hands, and the loud noises would start again, but he couldn't care less.

As long as he had his precious few hours of solitude and rain, he could make it through any day.

He sighed heavily as his blood-red Sharingan scanned the vicinity. Itachi had arrived in the Country of Waterfall several hours before and had found a small inn near one of the smallest waterfalls in the land. It was quiet; there were no other customers besides him.

His room was cold and small. The walls were painted a light shade of grey and there was nothing else in the room except the tatami mats and a small, simple futon. A shoji screen in his room led to the gardens and the waterfall, slightly reminding him of his house. That was one of the aspects of his house that he appreciated, the shoji screens and the gardens.

In other words; Itachi found it perfect.

Until he spotted something unwelcome. Or rather; someone unwelcome.

"What are you doing here?" Itachi asked as he narrowed his eyes, angered that his sense of peace and solitude had been disrupted.

"Sasori asked me to get you, Itachi," Zetsu's dark voice rasped. "They are fighting Orochimaru at the moment."

"They need my help?" Itachi inquired curiously. Sasori, Deidara and Kisame were more then enough for Orochimaru; surely they wouldn't need him as well.

"He took your brother's body as his new vessel," Zetsu's raspy voice made place for the softer version. "He possesses your brother at the moment and is using his Sharingan."

Itachi didn't as much blink as he heard the news about his brother. So he had died all because he was too stubborn to back down and too stubborn to listen to him. He resisted the urge to sigh as he nodded curtly.

"I'll be there shortly," he informed Zetsu as he reached out for the straw hat that lied on the floor. Zetsu nodded and turned around slightly.

"I'm no longer needed there. I'll report to Leader," he reported before disappearing in the ground. Sharingan followed the movement of chakra beneath the floor, until Zetsu sped up and disappeared within seconds.

He sighed as he placed his hat on his head. Leaving a generous amount of money, he stalked out of the room without even making a sound. He halted as soon as he passed the small garden that belonged to the inn.

There it was; the sound he hadn't heard since he left Konoha. The sound of a bamboo fountain. Calmly, he walked towards the origin of the sound, admiring the small fountain as he stood in front of it.

"Itachi," Mikoto smiled as she crouched down next to her six year old son. "There's an adage in the Uchiha clan that whenever you hear the sound of a bamboo fountain similar to this one, something good will happen to you."

She watched in silence as her son said nothing, but glance over the small fountain in disbelief.

"Your father wants to talk to you," she finally says, before ruffling his hair.

Slightly irritated as her voice cut through his thoughts, Itachi shot her a look of impatience, before his features softened slightly and he nodded as he bowed.

"Okay mother," he answered dutifully, before getting up to find his father.

Itachi's eyes slightly narrowed as he remembered the scene that had played out fourteen years ago. His mother had told him that fountains like these bring good luck.

If they really bring good luck, let the Kyuubi be alone for a while, he thought. A small smirk graced his lips as he glanced over the small fountain for a moment. That would make things a lot easier.

Then, he vanished into thin air.

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"Kisame, get your ass up," Deidara growled as he spat on the floor to remove the blood that had pooled inside his mouth. "You have more chakra then the entire Akatsuki organization combined... yeah."

Kisame shot him one of his famous death glares before standing up. Even if he tried to straighten himself, Deidara could easily see that he was slightly hunched over in pain; Orochimaru had gotten to him as well.

Damn it… yeah

"Deidara, pay attention," Sasori warned him as Orochimaru dashed towards the youngest member of the assassination squad.

"Why does everybody pick on the young one… yeah?" Deidara sighed before forming a few seals. "Doton: Doroku Gaeshi."

As soon as he finished his attack, a large shield shot up from the ground, formed with dirt and rocks, effectively blocking Orochimaru's attack. Deidara smirked slightly before forming more seals.

"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu," he whispered quietly. Immediately, another Deidara appeared next to him. He nodded as he formed another flurry of seals. "Doton: Shinjuu Zanshu no Jutsu."

He waved goodbye at his clone before disappearing into the ground. Smirking slightly, he focused on Orochimaru's chakra before dashing through the sand and mud.

I love Earth jutsus… yeah. You never get filthy.

He grinned as he located Orochimaru's chakra right above him. He sighed before thinking of the move he should use for Orochimaru. He could copy every ninjutsu with that Sharingan and see through every genjutsu. Deidara couldn't use his explosives because that would endanger both Sasori and Kisame; not to mention Sakura, who might still be in the building.

Sakura… That's it… yeah!

"Now, what did she say again," he mused quietly as he thought over Sakura's words.

Okay, first, accumulate chakra in the hand or foot you want to use, and then release that chakra as you punch or kick. It's as simple as that.

"Piece of cake," Deidara smirked before gathering his chakra into his right hand. His smirk broadened as he finished his move and used his jutsu to resurface from the ground. The goofy grin of his face quickly disappeared as Orochimaru punched him hard in the guts.

With his other hand, Orochimaru grabbed Deidara's neck as he started to choke him. "Silly boy, this Sharingan sees everything. I easily saw you under the ground. There's no point in trying to conceal yourself."

His grip on Deidara's neck tightened and Deidara desperately gasped for breath as he felt the air disappearing from his lungs. Within seconds, a puppet appeared behind Orochimaru and dashed towards him. Orochimaru whirled around quickly, a menacing look in his eyes as he used the helpless Deidara as a shield.

"Damn," Sasori swore softly. By the looks of it, Deidara was almost out of breath and on the verge of losing consciousness. If Deidara fell, things wouldn't look good.

And where on earth is Itachi?

Summoning another one of his puppets, he quickly bound it to his fingertips using his chakra. "Kisame," he called out to the half-shark that stood behind him. He heard a grunt in response and said nothing as Kisame sprinted towards Orochimaru; the Samehada in hand.

Orochimaru sighed as he turned around, the same sadistic grin on his face. As Sasori studied Deidara's face, he could see that he had lost consciousness. Orochimaru threw Deidara against the nearest wall as if he were just a lifeless doll. Sasori sighed, before sending one of his puppets to protect Deidara.

Akatsuki were supposed to take care after themselves; everyone for themselves was the unofficial motto. Whenever a member died, he died. There was nothing that could be done about it. But Deidara was his teammate; his partner. And sometimes, he even felt like a younger brother. He wouldn't let Deidara die this way.

He turned his attention back to the fight before him just in time to see Kisame lunging at Orochimaru. Orochimaru however stood completely still, his eyes closed to Kisame. Sasori's eyed widened slightly.

Wait… I know this…Oh damn.

"Kisame," he yelled, losing his composure completely. "Watch it; he's going to use Mangekyou!"

It happened all at once. One moment Kisame leapt in the air, lunging towards Orochimaru, and then in the next, he was down on the ground, muttering and swearing as he clutched his head; Samehada forgotten. Sasori shook his head. He knew this scenario all too well. Kisame would be as quiet as a mouse and it would seem like nothing had happened to him. But to those who understood the Mangekyou, knew Kisame's mind was broken.

Itachi had explained the doujutsu to them once and he would never forget those chilling words. Being a shinobi means to fight with certain finesse and perhaps some could even call this skill 'art'. But Itachi's moves could hardly be compared to art. Art was something that would survive throughout the years; something of eternal beauty.

The Mangekyou Sharingan was a butcher to everything that stood for art. He hated it.

Not to mention that because of the Mangekyou, Kisame was left motionless on the ground. He gritted his teeth as he glanced at Deidara. He hadn't woken up either. For a second, he contemplated hitting him with one of his puppets to wake him up, but quickly discarded the thought as Orochimaru closed in on him.

"That wasn't much of a fight," Orochimaru's malicious smile was in place as he traced his lips with his abnormally long tongue. "I hope you'll resist more, Sasori."

"I will," Sasori smiled.

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In an abandoned, shadowy room, a pink-haired kunoichi lied boneless on the floor. She had long since woken up, but it felt like the weight of the words that Orochimaru had uttered to her was pushing her down to the comforting ground. Her body refused to move and that was just peachy with her. She didn't want to move.

She didn't want to live.

So she remained in the pathetic fetal position, allowing her anguish to consume her. She was barely rational to hear somebody scream from the huge arena next to her, followed by a violent bang against one of the walls. There was a momentary silence after that until she heard conversation once more, but the thick paneling muted their speech, preventing her from discerning the voices.

Then suddenly, a voice rang clearly through the room, as if he stood next to her.

"I'm awake Sasori-sama… yeah," the unmistakable voice of Deidara said. Upon hearing his voice, she quickly snapped out of her trance and struggled to sit up straight. Hearing him talk felt like a stone had just been lifted from her heart.

Deidara was there.

… But Sasuke wasn't.

Her world collapsed once more as she realized where she was again. Sound… Sasuke was… was… Orochimaru had taken over his body. Countless prisoners… A few male voices in the room next to her.

Akatsuki is here…

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she came across this little truth. Akatsuki was here.

With newfound motive, she forced herself to stand up, gritting her teeth as she made her way to the door. She took in a deep, shuttering breath before touching the freezing doorknob. Without thinking her fingers numbly traced the outlines of the metal, but before her resolve broke, she shook away her deadening thoughts as she turned the knob and opened the door. What she saw made her eyes widen and froze her on the spot.

Sasuke… no… Orochimaru was standing in the middle of the arena. A man with red hair and angelic features stood several feet from him. And in front of that man, stood Deidara; blood splattered all over him: the left side of his face was caked with the crimson substance, slowly trailing down his neck, his leg guards had small tinges of red on it, and although it was hard to distinguish, she knew that parts of his robe were soaked. His hair had come undone as well and now hung around his face in loose, tousled strands, the end of those strands matted with blood. Unable to stand the sight of the injured man, she focused her attention at the other end of the arena, only to gasp again at the scene.

The distinctive form of Kisame lied several feet behind Orochimaru, seemingly unconscious. There were several puppets, similar to the ones of Kankurou of the Sand, scattered all around the floor in pieces, as if they were discarded playthings.

Puppets… She thought as she tried to reorganize her thoughts. … Then this must be Sasori, Deidara's partner. Deidara had mentioned that he used puppets to fight.

"Sakura," a voice suddenly called out and woke her from her thoughts. Sasori was staring directly at her, but the one who had called her was Deidara. A goofy smile was on his lips as he waved. "Fancy seeing you here… yeah."

"Moron," Sasori muttered in his muted voice, but it was loud enough for Sakura to hear it.

She closed her eyes as she tried to stop the memories from flooding her memories, but it was too late.

"Surname; Uzumaki. Name; Naruto. Alias," Naruto introduced himself to the feudal lord of the Country of Tea.

"Moron," Sasuke finished for him.

"Moro-," Naruto echoed before realizing what he was saying. "No, no!"

Back then, she laughed at Naruto's stupidity and Sasuke's dry sense of humor. Briefly, she wondered if she would ever be able to laugh like that again. A sudden crash made her look up and she trembled as she saw Sasuke - No, Orochimaru. It's Orochimaru! - Orochimaru kicking Deidara out of the way as he advanced on Sasori. A vicious grin was still plastered on his face as he stepped closer towards Sasori. Sasori however, kept silent and didn't move a muscle as he saw Orochimaru closing in on him.

Sakura admired him already; she flinched whenever Orochimaru simply lifted a finger.

"I'm… not done yet… yeah," Deidara's weakened voice muttered as he stood up, trying to control his knees that were shaking under his weight. It pained her to see that strong man, who always been able to make her laugh, that made her feel comfortable… To see that man losing a fight to her ultimate betrayer.

Her blood boiled with rage as she clenched her jaw and balled her fist.

He killed Sasuke; he took out Kisame; he was toying with Deidara as if he were nothing. Wasn't there anybody who could stand up against his monstrous power? She had always figured that the Akatsuki would be able to kill Orochimaru without even breaking a sweat.

But she was wrong.

Deidara stood defiantly in front of Orochimaru, still dripping with blood and his blonde hair obscuring most of his face. But she knew he would be smirking. Because that was a part of Deidara's magic.

He always smirked.

She stared at Deidara for a moment, before glancing at Orochimaru. He was forming seals at a high speed, but she could easily recognize that pattern. After all, she had seen Sasuke performing that attack so many times that she could execute the seals in her sleep.

Katon; Goukakyuu no Jutsu

Something snapped inside of her as she realized that she was going to lose another friend. If Orochimaru released such a powerful attack from only a few feet from his target, Deidara would be roasted within seconds.

She would lose another one of her friends. She couldn't let that happen.

As if she was in a dream, she watched how Orochimaru made the 'horse' seal and knew that there was only one more seal left. Mustering all of her guts and courage, she sprinted forwards. She saw Orochimaru turn towards her, completely surprised as the pink-haired kunoichi threw herself in front of Deidara.

"Sakura…. What are you doing? …Yeah?" Deidara whispered hoarsely. She had thrown herself in front of him. Why?

Sakura's eyes narrowed as she started to accumulate her chakra in her fist. "I don't ever want to see someone precious to me die," she spoke up, unaware that she was echoing Sasuke's words.

She turned around slightly to smile at Deidara before looking back at Orochimaru. Immediately, she saw the change in his body. His stance had changed significantly: before Orochimaru had just stood up straight, his body poised for attack, now he was partially hunched over as he crouched on the floor. But it was his eyes that had changed the most.

Instead of the burning red Sharingan, or the sharp gold eyes of Orochimaru, his eyes were midnight blue.

Sasuke's original color.

It felt like everything had stopped in that moment. She could faintly hear Sasori talking to Deidara, and Deidara calling her name; but nothing registered. She stared at the older form of Sasuke as he tried to orientate himself, before he looked up and blue met green.

"….Sakura," he managed to utter, before wincing.

"Sasuke…. Sasuke-kun," Sakura whispered as tears rolled over her cheeks. This was his voice. It was deeper and it sounded more mature, but it was Sasuke's. She could immediately hear the soothing softness and smoothness that Sasuke's voice possessed.

Taking a few tentative steps in his direction, she dropped the kunai she had reflexively pulled out when dashed towards Orochimaru.

This wasn't Orochimaru. It was Sasuke.

Sasuke's back…

As soon as her shaky, tentative steps brought her only a hand breadth away, she unceremoniously threw her arms around him. She felt how he stiffened under her touch, but didn't relinquish her hold on him. She had been dreaming of this for so long; she wasn't about to let go. Not now; not ever.

"Sakura…" his muted voice sounded weak. "I can't control him much longer Sakura."

Shocked, Sakura let go of Sasuke as she stared at him. "What do you mean?"

"Orochimaru took over my body," Sasuke gritted his teeth as he continued the struggle in his mind. "Listen carefully Sakura. If you kill me now, I won't resist."

"Kill you…? Why would I?" Sakura muttered in confusion and distress. How could he ever think she would kill him?

"If I die, Orochimaru dies with me, because he won't be able to transfer in time," Sasuke's eyes pierced through hers. "I was banished into a far corner of my mind for such a long time, but I had to stop him when you jumped in front of that guy in the middle of Orochimaru's attack."

"I don't ever want to see anyone precious to me die again," Sasuke added softly. "Do it Sakura. Do it now, while I'm in control."

"No… I can't kill you," she whispered softly as she started to sob softly. "I love you Sasuke, I can't let you die… Please… There has to be another way, please…" she pleaded softly.

"There isn't another way," Sasuke's reply was unintentionally harsh. "Orochimaru will kill you when he regains control. The Sharingan is too strong."

Using all of his willpower, he continued to drive Orochimaru back into a dark spot in his mind. He wouldn't let Sakura get killed. There was no other way; he was too weak to control his own body and Orochimaru was strong. Too strong.

"Please Sakura," Sasuke finally resorted to begging. "I'm not strong enough to use the Chidori on myself."

"No… I won't do it," Sakura said resolutely. "I can't kill you… We'll find a way; we'll find something to get you back in control Sasuke-kun. I promise."

"There isn't," Sasuke flinched. He was losing his inner battle and Orochimaru was starting to take over again. It was now or never. "He's coming back; I can't stop him for much longer. Do it Sakura! For me… This is the only thing I'll ever ask of you!"

He watched her like a hawk as she weighed the pros and cons of his proposition. It was the hardest decision she ever had to make, but she knew he was right. If Orochimaru finally reclaimed total control over Sasuke's body, he would become unstoppable, wreaking havoc upon all. She was sure that he wouldn't stop his gruesome experiments and he would definitely try to take over Konoha again. This was her best chance at defeating Orochimaru. This was her only chance.

So she nodded.

"I love you Sasuke-kun… I'll always love you… Don't ever forget that," she sobbed as she pulled him close for another hug; a last embrace. This time, although briefly, he put his arms around her, hugging her affectionately.

"Thank you," Sasuke replied. And then he smiled.

"Farewell Sakura."

With tears in her eyes, she started to store her chakra into her right fist, using all of it to ensure certain death. Sasuke shouldn't suffer anymore. He had been suffering for the past ten years already.

As the tears rolled down her cheeks, clouding her vision slightly, she smiled back at him.

"Farewell Sasuke," she smiled before thrusting her fist though his stomach.

She watched with a soft smile how his midnight blue eyes changed back to the vicious gold color and Orochimaru's voice cut through the air as he screamed in pure agony. Sakura had punctured a hole right through him; large enough for Orochimaru to bleed to death within seconds.

Orochimaru stared at her as he cackled with his last breath. Shallow breaths departed from his parted lips. Death was coming fast, even faster than the time when he had been fighting the Sandaime. He felt tired, more tired then he had ever been in his life. Closing his eyes, he could hear the voice of his former mentor.

"So, you're finally here, Orochimaru?"

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"Thank you…"

She finally understood what he had meant with those words. Why had had replied with a simple 'thank you' while she had spilled out everything to him. She had told him that she loved him; that she would follow him wherever he would go. And he replied with 'thank you.'

Now she understood.

He had said thank you, because there were no other words.

There was nothing she could say that could change his mind, not even her confession of love for him. But he loved her back, perhaps only as a teammate, but he had loved her. He wouldn't have looked out for her if he didn't. He wouldn't have protected her if he didn't.

It took her ten years to get there, but she finally understood him.

She finally understood Sasuke.

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A/N: Wow, drama!

Some of you might be wondering about this entire thing with Sasuke being in control for a while. I firmly believe that Orochimaru's jutsu just suppresses the original soul that used to inhabit the body in order to create room for Orochimaru. But of course, those souls will eventually die. I guess that Sasuke had so much willpower left in him that he was still there and he came out when Sakura needed him the most.

Yes, corny, I know. Don't kill me over it though. Besides, this was a good way to end thing between the two of them.

So, Itachi is on his way to Sound while his presence is no longer needed, Salmon-chan is knocked out, Deidara hurt, Sasori pretty much untouched. Sakura is heartbroken and mourning the death of her teammate. Oh, and Konoha's team is on their way towards Sound! Suspense, suspense.

I promise the next chapter won't take so long. It's almost done actually.

Thank you Stem for being my beta-reader!

See you next time!

-- MitsukiShiroi