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- 999 -

He was tired. Very, very tired.

Itachi Uchiha was extremely tired.

For a Shinobi of his caliber, Itachi knew he still had the physical strength to go on for another week or so before his body truly gave out and he could take no more. But even then he'd still push himself to the limit despite being scolded by Tsunade-sama to "not be so damn fucking foolish". Of course, her words were said out of kindness for his already deteriorating health – which, he thought, was perfectly fine. But unfortunately for him, the big-breasted Kunoichi doctor thought otherwise.

The raven-haired Uchiha couldn't help but sigh, a hand running over his weary features as he trudged through the Uchiha district; fully intent on getting home in time for Okaa-san's "dango special". Hers were the absolute best, and it was a big plus that his little Tenshin would be there to greet him with a hug. My Kagome, he thought with a quirk of his thin lips.

But as he neared home, he couldn't help but sense a rather disturbing presence within his household. One of which he absolutely despised and loathed with every fiber of his body.

He was generally a calm man, being able to mask his every emotion – even in really dire situations. He had years upon years of training drilled into his body and now, he was at the peak of his Shinobi career.

At seven, he graduated from the academy.

At ten, he had successfully mastered the Sharingan.

At fourteen, he surpassed his Otou-san and became the youngest Anbu ever.

Now, at the age of twenty-one, he had finally gained the Mangekyo Sharingan; the most advanced form of the Sharingan anyone in his family (besides his boorish Ji-san, Madara) could hope to possess.

Of course, when his precious baby sister latched herself onto the arm of a very smug-looking Naruto, he became the epitome of the word 'pissed'. Especially since that sorry excuse for a Shinobi slung his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him in a bruising hug. And everyone knew how Naruto hugged.

No, saying he was pissed would be an understatement. Itachi Uchiha was fucking angry.

I will resist the urge to rip his arms off and shove it up his – He was suddenly broken out of his wonderful daydream of burying Naruto in a pool of his own blood and locking his baby sister somewhere far, far, far away when his trained Shinobi eyes caught sight of a hand going far too near his sisters rear end.

So Itachi did what any elder brother ( who secretly had a sister complex; but had always been slightly obsessed with his sister anyway ) would do: eliminate the hand.

A kunai whizzed past Naruto's head the very minute his hand had reached Kagome's butt, instantly making him jump up in alarm.

"What the – !" His whiskered face turned in the direction that the kunai had been thrown from, a look of pure shock crossing his features before it began to morph into a scowl. "Damn it, Itachi! What the hells your problem? You coulda killed me!"

But unfortunately, I didn't, he silently thought in reply. While the Uchiha's body was nothing more than a silent stick, beneath the surface his blood was boiling. His eyes kept darting from the Idiot ( Itachi would never acknowledge Naruto as anything else ) and to his baby sister, Kagome. Oh, he could tell by the way her shoulders had suddenly stiffened that she was shocked to find him home, so suddenly.

"Hn."

"Oh Itachi! I didn't expect you back home till tomorrow! How did your mission go? Were you successful? And where's Sasuke-kun? You two went on a mission together, right?" Mikoto stood and skipped merrily over to her eldest son, pecking him on the cheek and completely ignoring the kunai that was ebbed into the wooden oak table at which they sat at.

"I'm right here, Kaa-san," Then there was suddenly another looming presence by the doorway, the shadowed features of pale skin gleaming against a spinning, black tomoe surrounded by red sclera.

"Eh? Teme? Why's your Sharingan activated?"

In that instant, eight pairs of red eyes glared heatedly at the oblivious blonde who now stood on the table with a confused look upon his face. All the while, Kagome could not help but think, fuck my life.