Short preview! Sorry! I really have no reason for the lack of update! just been busy with essays (Ughh) and parties! Will edit the next (hopefully soon) chapter.
Sorry for the mistakes! Did this really quick just to give you guys something!
His finger itched to run through his obsidian locks- a nervous habit.
For right now, his vice captain was confronting him about his recent actions. Something he'd never had the guts to do before; he must be really concerned. But never in a friendly way-his main concern was for the well-being of the mission. Never in a friendly way.
As soon as Itachi and the female ANBU had gotten back to the allocated meeting place, the team immediately headed out, Itachi's bout of sudden childishness (caused by stress he forcibly tried to remind himself) gone with the wind. For at that moment he was only Itachi Uchiha. Always an Uchiha, never just Itachi.
And as expected of him, he got rid of his emotions.
Well, he tried. But then, how calm can you be when you realise you've been sent back in time- right before you were about to die due to your beloved younger brother.
And there was also the thought of the Massacre. Do it, or not do it. It was on constant repeat in his head; a hammering in his skulls, vying for attention and time- something he could afford to expand during his mission.
His stability was shaky as it is; the added stress just tripled his uncertainty.
So for the first time in his life, Itachi was something he'd been taught his whole life not to be: Imperfect.
And Goddammit, never has anything ever felt so good.
So vice-captain? …Kiss my perfect Uchiha ass.
Itachi smirked.
After giving his 2nd in command a sharp but subtle reprimand on the rights of questioning his authority, Itachi decided he wanted some food… but actually, no, it was his stomach that decided for him, but for the first time in a few weeks, Itachi want to have some semblance of control in his life. So yeah, he decided he was hungry.
Itachi saw a humble looking coffee shop and walked in.
"Obaa-san! Tell you husband he has a new fan! This is frikin' delicious! I'm gunna-"
And promptly walked back out.
Because he knew that voice. And right now, he didn't want to deal with the other bane of his existence. Because he was certain she was somehow going to find another way of doing annoying him; she had a knack for it. A natural talent.
And he still needed to find out how she knew he was the weasel. ANBUs usually remain unanimous, no matter the consequences.
But right now, he didn't want a head ache.
Seriously, these chapters seem to be getting shorter and shorter! Promise the next one will be longer to make it up to you!~
Review! It'll encourage me to update sooner! (Seriously! It works!-I'm not just saying this to con more reviews out of you guys)
And there is a reason for the blurry red stained pic.