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Chapter seven

Well…this is awkward


Hinata blinked her eyes stinging, from a sudden bite of cold. Where was she? A hand clasped down over her shoulder, and she flinched grabbing the hand and attempting to twist around her opponents back. Or would have, the hand grasped her wrist loosely, but tight enough to show she was weaker. But why? She found herself staring into a field, flowers stuffed around her face and up her nose. It took her one minute to realize she wasn't being carried anymore, two to grasp that she was in what felt like her body, and finally a whole extra five minutes to deduce that a very male body was pressing her into the ground, her arm held behind her back in a position she had only just tried to do moments ago.

"Where are we?" Hinata knew who he was instantly, having been using his voice for a couple of days after all. Not that she was counting.

"I don't know…" She whispered, her voice muffled from the grass and puffy flowers, lavenders. The lavenders began burning. She let out a muffled shriek, she was hauled to her feet instantly as she was slammed into Itachi's chest, his arm held over her throat, obviously a threat. What confused her, was why not use a kunai? Or katana? She received her answer almost instantly.

"We appear to be in a mindscape." Itachi told her, his voice was soft, completely unlike what she had been using. Damn, Itachi showed emotions, slightly. Maybe that's how Kisame knew it wasn't Itachi when Hinata was trying to pull off the act?

"B-But whose?" Hinata had thrice tried time and time again to get rid of her stutter, only managing to do so under her AnBu guise. It frustrated her to no end, and often occurred when she was frightened or nervous. Like now.

"I believe it would be both of our own consciousnesses. Merged because of the mistake during Tsukuyomi." His tone went from perceptive to condescending in little to no time at all, stern and annoyed. Hinata winced slightly, before annoyance crept up on her, after all, she had been deceiving his organization faced a creep with a deceiving demeanor and hot slimy chakra, to protect him from dying (well her but who cared?) she was not going to let him say it was her fault!

"There wouldn't even be a mistake if you had just-"

"Just what Hyuuga Hinata?" He cut her off, his voice sharp and cold, the grip on her shoulder tightened.

"Do not talk back to me, I do not care what happens to you so long as I return to my own body." Itachi said slowly, it was actually a very well woven lie. This girl needed to live, because she was the heiress, if she died and the Akatsuki were in Konoha it would arise even more suspicion. Not that there wasn't already.

He forced her forward, the field was a mix of dark green and lavender, with black ashes coating the grasses and clogging the air. It was an interesting mix to be certain, the young woman was glaring at him her narrow white eyes glinting. But the slight tremble in her jaw gave away her fear as plain as day to him, yet she was AnBu captain, he saw the white cloak. So perhaps she was angry?

She was stuck in a white shirt, her pants black from his choices, it was amusing as once she realized this she seemed to try to subtly cover herself. Keyword being try. Now that he could look at her, without feeling as if he were staring at himself, he committed her to memory, knowing she would be trouble if he ran into her again.

He could easily see her AnBu guise, to a normal shinobi her arms were thin and agile meant for speed. Her eyes were wide and full of emotion, her hair still in a hime cut. She looked small, soft and so very breakable.

But that was not the case, she was strong where it counted, her muscles thin and wiry. Ready to snap forward, perfect for the Hyuuga style, maybe with a bit of her own mix. Her eyes were wide yes, but he could see the shadow behind them, she had killed before, and its memory had not loosened its hold. He could break her with this information. She was not easily broken, her appearance gave off an aura of defiance, protection and a strong will.

How long would it take for the little porcelain doll to crack in half? He wanted to know, for some morbid reason, and he didn't want anyone else to be the one to break her. Itachi didn't know why, but he didn't want anyone to touch her. Itachi wanted to open her eyes to the reality of being a shinobi/kunoichi. He wanted to break, snap and crack that innocence until it was innocent no longer. He stepped forward, and she was instantly on her feet, her eyes narrowed.

"You are not allowed to leave my side, nor Kisame's until I return to my body." He told her, she seemed to recoil, as if slapped. But no, she did not stay long. He wanted to, he felt the morbid need to break, snap and crack. Why he didn't know, and he want to know, he needed to know quickly.

"He's already found me out. I w-won't go with you, I'm going to Tsunade-sama. She will return us both to our bodies, and you will be imprisoned just as was our goal." Hinata told him slowly, Itachi scowled.

"I think not." Just as the conjoined consciousness blinked out of sight. Hinata still under the henge of a little girl, ran. Itachi followed, cursing to himself when realizing he still wasn't back in his body. Kisame followed, shoving past many who glared at him in return. Hinata only had to duck under foot, while people moved aside for Itachi, startled at the look on sweet 'Hinata's' face.

Hinata smiled slowly, she was still in Itachi's body, she could still make it to Tsunade's office. But only if she played her cards right, Itachi's body rejected the use of much chakra, any at all really. So if she wasn't careful, she could have an attack on the street, and it wasn't fun the first time, so no way was she going down for a second.

The tower was only a few streets away, Kisame and Itachi were looking for her, so she had to fit in, change the henge, but not drop it or else she'd be screwed. Instantly. She could see the AnBu lurking in the shadows, just barely there. Legends as always.

She continued to run, slowly changing her appearance and quickly melting away into the crowd. She was but a shadow to them, a sense of giddiness overcame her briefly, she was outsmarting two of the famed Akatsuki, leading them right to her trap.

Or so she thought.


Authier's note: Ha bet you didn't see another update coming so quickly! Good job KiyumiArashi for seeing exactly what I was doing! Also I have the next nineteen chapters planned out, I only need motivation~~ XD