Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! FINALLY IT'S DONE! Zomg, you don't know how stressed I've been since my writers block. . I seriously think I'm having a meltdown. -sigh- Moving on...This chapter is rushed in many places as you can tell, I make a better copy of it later but so far here it is. Thank you KristineX3- for betaing! I would have never gotten through without you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does. I'm just a huge fan of Sasuke!

Chapter 4.

Rain poured down on the rooftops and the sound could be heard everywhere inside the tower. Far below the roof stood Itachi frozen at Kakashi's words and staring straight ahead. His eyes twitched and slowly as his mouth formed a word.

"Orochimaru?" Itachi said softly. Deidara glanced at Itachi and back at the copy cat ninja. He couldn't help but smile at the situation. Deidara was never really good at intense and serious times but this was amusing.

"You're suggesting that my brother is with him?" he spat gruffly, his eyes glaring at the ninja.

Orochimaru; the little snake who had managed to hide away from the Akatsuki all these years, after climbing his way out of their loyalty. How could Sasuke, no an Uchiha, ever managed to enter his grasp? Itachi couldn't believe it, he wouldn't believe it. Anger and blood thirst gained on his eyes and he soon flashed them off like neon lights. They held no more patience; Itachi was finally set loose.

Throwing the poor blonde onto the ground, raven hair flew around as Itachi charged at Kakashi with all his might. He didn't know why he was attacking him but all he knew at that very moment was to strike something, and right now, the silver haired man looked like a red flag waving in front of an angry bull.

"Remember this well, Kakashi! Don't underestimate an Uchiha!" Itachi screeched, his arms flinging up into the air and crashing down to meet soft meat. Blood splattered everywhere and a pink fair haired Kunoichi fell from Kakashi's arms as he grasped his shoulder in pain. Kakashi winced again, smiling while doing so. His head cocked up to face Itachi's frustrated face and gave a little taunting nod.

"Are you that upset about your little brother? The one whose life you destroyed?" his voice rang out in a mocking tone.

The Uchiha's body stiffens at Kakashi's words and a bashing feeling suddenly overwhelmed him. He felt weak and he knew he was losing to his own words that he had said before. Foolishness crept inch by inch into the crevices of his heart while the fact of him being a hypocrite also entered his mind. Itachi quickly shook away the feeling pulled out his Kunai, making a squelchy sound inside of Kakashi's now crimson flesh. Kakashi drew back and quickly bent down to gather up Sakura in one hand while forming hand signs in the other. He smirked as Itachi swung his instrument upward with a determined expression on his face as if expecting another blow to the other shoulder. But as soon as the Kunai screeched through the air; it sliced nothing but Oxygen, making Itachi tumble over.

"You coward, you never had the strength to fight an Uchiha to begin with!" mumbled Itachi in despair. The cold metal Kunai now warm and soaked with sweat came falling out of Itachi's hand, clashing at the ground below. After it came Itachi as he fell to his knees while blinking back the tears that were threatening to fall. He couldn't believe the state he was in. Deidara couldn't believe it either.

There was the great Uchiha Itachi, lying on his knees and crying.

"Itachi-sama?" called out the auburn man. He looked at his partner and blinked in disbelief. Never in his life had he seen Itachi act like this, like he's losing - suffering, maybe even in pain. His arm reached out to touch the pretty boy but got swatted away like he was some dirty fly. Deidara nodded to himself and turned around expecting to see Naruto still there but faced an empty wall.

"What?!" he said in horror. "Itachi, the Jinchuuriki! It's gone! Where is he?" Itachi heard nothing; his mind was still on what Kakashi had said,

"Itachi let Naruto go. You want your brother? Then let me tell you, he not here. He's with Orochimaru."

"He's with Orochimaru..."

"Father; are you there? If so, I want to know something. Why is the world so cold?" Itachi slowly lifted up his face to gaze into his fathers eyes that were so full of concern. Tears drifted down his face as he thought inside his mind while flashes of his father came in front of him.

Why am I so cold?

"Itachi; what's on your mind?"

The back of a white haired man could be seen through the shadows, pulling out a chair and sitting down silently before a computer screen. His long arms moved about to type and research while he himself hummed. His eyes flickered against the dim light glowing from the screen and slowly his pupils met a little button on the side of the screen. He smiled as he moved the mouse over to lick it, revealing a fuzzy screen; a screen of a camera.

"Run!"

Men, women, ran from all directions from what looked like a dark haired man, silently slashing each and every one of the people in the dungeon. The doors were locked and children scuttled around as they found out. With a slash of Sasuke's sword, blood splattered and more people fell. He gently and quietly moved to the surviving man and chuckled.

'Sasuke-kun, are you that bored that you had to kill innocent people?' Kabuto thought. Slowly Sasuke lifted up his sword and watched the man beg for forgiveness.

"Why should I forgive you?" Sasuke remarked.

"No, please!"

Sasuke raised his sword and with a quick slash, the man fell to the ground with a thud. Sasuke stood there gazing at the oozing blood that leaked from his wound and started to giggle like a child. He smiled and looked sown at the blood covered sword but he felt a presence though, lurking behind him. As quick as the wind Sasuke turned around to face a little girl trembling. She was shaking uncontrollably. Sasuke laughed at her and started to walk in her direction.

"F-father!" she cried out. Sasuke stopped and gaped at her, his heart beat quickening.

"Father!" she cried out again. The girl blinked back her tears and ran past Sasuke, not caring if he would kill her. She stopped and looked down at her father, her body trembling. "Daddy... He's... He's, why? What did he ever do to you?" tears streamed down her pale face as she angrily looked up at the man who killed her father. Sasuke stood over her, watching every move she made. He didn't know how to answer her question and only gazed down ignorantly. After moments of sobbing he answered.

"Your father was weak; don't make the same mistake he did. You have to train yourself to become stronger," Sasuke said putting much force into the last sentence. He said what he felt. And somehow he felt good saying it to her. Looking down at the little girl, he didn't know why, but her position, figure and speech were so familiar to him.

"No," her voice echoed quietly.

"Go, train. Train until you are strong enough to defend the ones you love, instead of being defended by those you love." Sasuke blinked back the tears and quickly wiped the sword on his shirt. He swiftly put it back into his sheath and turned to walk away, but stopped a few meters away from her.

"Why didn't you kill me? Kill me! There's no reason for me to live on!" she cried out to him. Sasuke turned around.

"There is a reason. I don't need to kill you. Because I want to see, how strong you have become when you face me the next time we meet." Sasuke closed his eyes as he tried to push his memories away. Him running, running like a coward; running away from the man that killed his father, running, was all he could do when he was small. He was scared, too scared to face his sibling, to scared to face reality.

Sasuke, what ever you do. Do not follow your brother's footsteps.

I'm sorry father; I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to look weak in front of my master. I didn't want to tell her that her father isn't dead in front of the cameras, that none of these people are dead. I know I'm still weak, weak and a coward. But someday I'll slay him, Orochimaru; I will show you no mercy. A wicked smile crept along the lines of Sasuke's face and he began to grin menacingly.

"He's just like Itachi. Isn't he Lord Orochimaru?" A cold distant voice rang out. He laughed and stared down at the computer screen. "Just the way I want him. He is, after all, fulfilling his wish; to become just like his brother."

Sasuke entered his room and sat quietly on the hard cold bed. He spread his arms out and lay down, closing his eyes while doing so. He sighed, his voice quivering before a hiccup escaped his mouth. He clapped his hands over the sound. 'Why, do I feel...? Guilty?'

There's nothing weak about protecting somebody!

Sasuke, do not follow your brothers footsteps.

You become stronger from erasing your emotions and bonds.

"Which way is the 'right' way?"

"Deidara, you didn't have to interfere," scolded Itachi. He pushed his teammate aside and walked ahead to the cabin they were staying at outside the village.

"Well, guess what Itachi-sempai! You should let me in on some things! We are partners. At least tell me why you messed up our mission!" retorted Deidara. He glared angrily at his partner. Even if he liked Itachi, his attitude towards him was getting irritating. Itachi was silent and looked down at the ground. He felt shame and guilt now; shame, for causing his partner to go with him and guilt for hurting his brother's best friend. 'Haven't I hurt the people he loved enough?'

They had fled after "defeating", fearing that if they stayed, they would get caught by more ninja. Deidara had been asking Itachi questions the whole time they left. Itachi had failed in finding his brother, and he failed again in capturing the last Jinchuuriki.

"Sempai... Why, are you so distant un?" Deidara asked softly, quietly shuffling a good distance away from Itachi just in case. "Even to the people who love you." Itachi's eyes widened as Deidara asked him. What was he supposed to say? He stared hard at the ground, thinking furiously. This wasn't a question he could avoid...But wait? Didn't that mean... Deidara loved him?'

"What do you mean? Deidara, we're criminals. It's only natural for us to be distant." Deidara shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"You're not a criminal. Well, you are, but..." Deidara stopped, hesitating before continuing. Itachi glanced up from the dirt he was staring at for sometime and forth some words out of his mouth.

"But?" Deidara took a deep breath before continuing. "You remember that night clearly don't you?"

"That night?" repeated Itachi confused.

"I was new. Actually I started a year before you, but our leader didn't trust me though. On that night, I heard that you killed your whole clan."

"How?" Itachi said aloud, he couldn't help it, but his voice trembled as he remembered.

"I heard, the plans of you killing your whole clan." Deidara took a long breath and continued; he told Itachi what he had heard on that night. Deidara said that he was walking and found the leader talking about something. "I admit I was curious," Deidara said sheepishly. He had sneaked beside the door, and focused his mechanical eye on the leader and Zetsu who was with him. "They didn't believe you had it in you. They didn't think you could kill your whole clan. And they were right, even though they injected that into you, you still didn't kill your brother."

"Zetsu tonight is the night. The Uchiha will attempt to kill his clan."

"Are you sure he is strong enough?" answered Zetsu.

"I'll see if he really wants to join us, this night will answer our questions."

"You think he'll be able to kill his parents?"

"That's the problem, whatever a person is, there is no way someone can kill their heart enough to kill their blood relatives; unless your named Zetsu, or went horribly wrong." Zetsu laughed into the darkness, his voice running shivers down the blonde's spine as he focused in to get a clearer view.

"Hm, but Itachi is human, so?"

"Zetsu, you know how much I loath the Uchiha clan."

"Yes master, I know."

"They have so much pride and justice, especially their captain, that Fugaku."

"So you want me to somehow make Itachi kill his parents?"

"Correct, I want you to give this bottle to Itachi before he goes to slay his parents. Tell him, that he must drink it in order to become a full Akatsuki."

"What is it?"

"I rather not want you to ask so many questions. However, it's a special drug that will disrupt your internal nervous system, causing your brain to dysfunction. It'll cause even the mentally strong people to create vivid illusions within their heads, causing them to go insane. It'll last for about an hour or so."

"What if it wears out before he kills them?"

"Oh, don't worry. Kakazu told me it's 100 perfect."

"Kakazu? Are you sure you can trust him?"

"Zetsu, he paid 100, 000, 000 yen for it."

"Okay." Foot steps wilted away as the figure left. The leader smirked 'Itachi, how much do you want to join the Akatsuki?'

"Itachi... that's what I heard yeah." explained Deidara.

Itachi looked up, his eyes gleaming with fallen tears. His voice cracked and whimpered a bit but turned sharp as he threw his head in the direction of the Auburn. "Why are you doing this? Are you not loyal to Akatsuki?"

Deidara waited until they were silent once more and looked up into the sky filled with splendid golden colors, reflecting off his own. "I like art and literature; emotions and feelings more than thieving and killing. And besides..." Deidara paused and took a deep breath, "I like you."

Itachi looked up abruptly, shocked at Deidara's words. He mouthed the sentence Deidara just said and quietly walked away. Itachi looked up into the sky filled with marvelous autumn colors, "Thanks," he said stiffly. Itachi didn't know what to think but for now he felt happy, content that someone liked him. Even if it's just a little thing, it seemed huge to him.

Deidara smiled and tilted his head, his face slowly turning pink.

"Now, let's go find Orochimaru! And I'll show him what revenge is!" Itachi marched passed Deidara without hesitation and was ready for action. Deidara smiled. I never knew this determination Itachi had.

"Deidara…"

"Hm?"

"It's a bit uncomfortable when you stare at me like that…"

"Oh, sorry,"

Itachi smoothly closed his eyes and smiled, a true smiled that lit up his narrow face. He looked, just like a small child. I will bring you back Sasuke, and hopefully you will forgive me for what I've done.

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