A/N: Hello once again, I do not own any characters besides the made-up ones. Nor do I own the plot. I co-own it. Most of the credit goes to Yaoifan01 with her story "Hitman" (points please read)


EIGHT

A gunshot rang out at the L.A docks. Five days had pasted by since Itachi had last heard of Sasuke. He didn't think much of it and kept occupied with his work. Which today, was killing the Gamin brothers.

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Damn I can't even hold a fucking gun right! Perspiration started forming on his forehead.

xxxx

The teen clad in black held the handgun with precision, accuracy, and confidence. Alongside him was a taller man, age 20, in his signature tan blazer and Romani sunglasses, holding his own weapon of choice. "Trap them dammit, don't just fire!" Itachi ordered.

"Well fuck, boss. I didn't know they'd bring their gangs with them!" the other male countered. "Little fucks can just be killed off. I can worry about the Gamin's later!"

"We aren't getting paid for killing them." Itachi argued, aiming his gun at a mobster leader and firing, hitting his arm. He wasn't about to let his Fridays go to waste.

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He'll never think of me worthy if I can't even pull a goddamn trigger!

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The chase continued until Itachi and his partner had cornered them, more gang members at their backs, Kisame occasionally firing. Itachi didn't waste his ammo on those worthless minors. "Your time has come to an end" the gun-master spoke smoothly, death entangled within his words.

Behind him, Kisame pulled out another gun and pulled the triggers in perfect synchronization in which the bullets pierced their hearts and blood shot out from the hole as they flew to the ground. The man pulled his arms out and shot two other members. He had not taken Itachi's order because all the minors were now dead on the planks, blood now starting to stain the wood.

The fifteen-year old took out a shotgun. "Let's make this fight entertaining, men." he half turned his head, eyes not leaving the two brothers and said, "Kisame, take the one on the left."

Kisame turned around as the two last bodies hit the ground. "Gives me something to try this on." he grinned.

xxxx

Why do I have to be so…so…weak? The dark-haired boy pulled the sheets back and got out of bed. He stared at the small silver object in his hand for a moment. It was engraved, Sasuke as if it held a purpose. The boy smiled jokily Damn stalker. He pulled on his brand-new kimono and was determined to get it ruined by the end of the day. The word EXILES popped into his mind. He knew exactly how to get there too.

xxxx

Itachi was beginning to wonder when Kisame was going to use it. He himself had tried a flamethrower…it was quite fun. However, it took too long for a victim to be killed. Exiles were what this weapon was for. Fun.

Kisame, almost exactly like his partner, swung the machinery from across his back and held it with a fierce grip; left hand on the barrel, right hand on the trigger.

The Gamin brothers pulled out two measly Magnum Revolvers; a standard gun, nothing special about it. Itachi laughed shortly at this and said, "Do you know what this is?" he referred back to his own instrument of death.

"Stop stalling, D.A. Get to the fight already."

"Pity, I used to be called 'DemonAngel' once." he paused and sighed. "This is a German Mouser."

His partner smirked. Hey I have one of those. Shoots a fucking huge ass inch hole though a body. Those Germans had some pretty fuckin' awesome minds in WWII. Fuckin' Magnum isn't gonna do shit! Nice, Itachi. Very nice.

"Let's have some fun." the gun-master said, cocking his weapon of choice.

Kisame had the last comment. "I love Fridays."

xxxx

"And where do you think you're going, Sasuke-kun?" a slimy voice said. The very sound of it chilled Sasuke to the bone and he stopped in his tracks. His boss's office door was open. This was a rare sight considering that it was usually him that was in there; being violated.

"Practice, Orochimaru-sama. Practice." Sasuke replied, gathering up courage to resume his strut to the outside world.

He had been going over the directions on how to get to the place he had been a week or so ago. He had reviewed it a hundred-times over and thanks to his photographic memory, knew the streets.

Although it had been un-intentional, Sasuke felt the urge to shoot Orochimaru one day. Because of that feeling, it made him even more terrified…because he was enjoying it.

And though the raven-haired boy did not know it for years to come…this was the start. His Revolution.

xxxx

The Gamin brothers were always too stupid to realize the importance of their decision. That's why they made such irrational decisions…to make them feel important. And that's why they made such good mobster leaders. They were stubborn bastards.

Itachi checked his ammo level. He had eight rounds, by the time the fight was over, he would be all out. The first thing he did, surprisingly, was blew a hole though one of the men's foot and left arm. He had given the handicapped brother to Kisame, the one he had shot earlier. Originally, Itachi was just going to blow off the man's right hand along with the gun. But after he knew he could have some fun, he took advantage of that.

Kisame threw multiple sharp objects at his victim. Hey, fire plus fresh open wounds equals pain.

The mobsters didn't just stand there and take the hits, they used up their first rounds quick while Itachi was still on his fourth shot, which by the way, opened up his opponent's arm-hole even more. He started charging at the fifteen-year old with the intent to kill. Itachi loved it. He loved the thrill. He loved knowing that he was going to win. So what does a killer do when he knows he's going to win? Play with his prey, of course.

Itachi totally dodged his victim's charge and grabbed his Mouser, jabbing the handle into his opponent's side and dropping down, swinging his leg and making the Gamin fall to the ground. From there, he triggered his boots' blade to come down and stuck it in the Gamin's stomach, making his not able to move. Itachi made the motion like his was putting out a cigarette. The mobster yelled in pain. Want more? Itachi thought dangerously, shoving his gun inside the man's hole in his arm and pulled the trigger. The brother had no arm now.

Yes that's it…make him beg to be killed. A voice said quietly so that Itachi would not hear.

Back with Kisame, he chose the fight with a little more action than Itachi had taken. The sharp flying shrapnels were only a distraction. A fist came in contact with his opponent, his cheek bones cracking. Kisame dug a short but thick blade inside the man's ribcage. It was not going to be coming out. The Gamin hissed in pain and shut his eyes. Mistake. Kisame's flamethrower came in contact and broke his other cheek bones; another blade driving into the Gamin's other ribcage.

So what was the flamethrower for, you ask? Well…it wasn't a flamethrower. It was a machine gun. In this time, they looked almost identical. Even Itachi couldn't tell the difference. And the blades…they were just make-up.

"BOOM!" went the body, as Kisame fired his gun in an 'X' pattern, activating the bombs. It rained blood for five seconds.

In those five seconds, the other Gamin was in utter shock. For one, his arm was not attached to him, and two…his kin just blew up. This was Itachi's other free shot. A few seconds before the explosion, Itachi had let the brother get up and catch his breath. He wasn't about to let this fight come to an end so soon. To wake the brother up, he threw his gun over his shoulder in its original position and head-butted the other male.

Shock then anger right? The last remaining Gamin came at Itachi, full power and a knife in his hand. Itachi, quick as lightning, was already centimeters away from his victim. He pulled out his favored blade. Black of course. And dug it into his prey's neck, shoving it so far back that it broke his neck.

Both the Gamin's were dead. And Itachi would be receiving a pay of $200,000 he would split it 50 percent with Kisame this time. After all, he did do half his job.

Kisame and Itachi were still panting, but they were relaxed. "Bombs?" Itachi raised brow. "Perfect. Look's like you're not gonna die after all." he laughed.

"Yeah. Wanted to try that out. Looked interesting." Kisame said, shrugging. "Name's Kisame."

"Itachi." he replied.

Felt good didn't it, Itachi. Doesn't it just make you want to do it again? the voice asked quietly again. And again, Itachi paid no attention.

xxxx

Blood, blood all around. Crimson red until you drown.

Sasuke stood in the middle of fifty exiles. All dead. All on the ground. His kimono used to be blue. And now…it was red. He was turning the tide. He was ready. He huffed and puffed, exhausted from battle. But there was one part that he did not expect.

"Uchiha…Itachi."


A/N: WOOT! Sasuke knows 'Tachi's name now! Did you like the fight scene? Huh? Was it enough gore and violence? I've been meaning to get that out of my system. And don't mind Itachi. He's OOC in the last part with Kisame. Read "HITMAN" to find out what's going on with Sasuke!

"BLOOD BLOOD ALL AROUND CRIMSON RED UNTIL YOU DROWN" IS WHAT I CAME UP WITH! ANY OF YOU FUCKERS TRY TO USE IT AND DEATH WIL COME! (you can just ask permission.)


A/N: HA YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OVER DIDN'T YOU? Actually I'm combining chapters EIGHT and NINE


NINE

The week had been rough on Sasuke. Thank god it was the weekend. He had chosen to spend his day in the garden. After all, it was the last week of June; why not enjoy the beauty while it's still there? In the summer, they would die. "Beauty only lasts for so long." a voice said, coming out of the shadows.

"Orochimaru-sama." Sasuke acknowledged his owner with a nod.

"Why so sad?" the older man asked, a fake sympathy in his voice. No reply. "It's been four days since I've seen him, Sasuke-kun. Pity…I thought he'd at least come for his birthday."

"How did you know-" Sasuke started, but Orochimaru finished.

"I know a lot of things, Sasuke-kun." he smirked.

Like hell I'm staying here! I'm going to find him. Sasuke thought muttering a quick, "I have to leave."

"I never said you could leave, Sasuke-kun." Orochimaru stopped the boy dead in his tracks.

"I'm leaving. He has co-ownership over me I am allowed to do this, it was apart of the agreement. I am not deaf." he argued. Orochimaru folded his arms across his torso and sighed. Sasuke walked again. "Thank you for the kimono." he said quietly.

xxxx

Itachi very well knew what that day was. It was the celebration of his birth, or rather, the tragic beginning of his time on that planet. June ninth had never been a special day. His mother hated him and his father was too busy with Shisui. So what did he do exactly on his sixteenth birthday?

"Let's get the fuck outta here." the sixteen-year old said.

"Awwww!" Kisame whined, dragging his ass out of the bar stool. But he defiantly didn't want to have another run-in with the Cerberus. Well, let's just say that…Kisame had a little too much to drink (as always).

"You're not gonna stick around?" a woman winked at Itachi who only gave a look of disgust. "Suit yourself, pretty boy."

Itachi and his, dare I say, leach walked out of the bar discreetly, disturbing no one. Kisame hadn't known the date, why the hell would Itachi ever tell anyone what June ninth was? That's right, bitch…that's right. "Hey did you hear of those fifty or so exiles dead?" Kisame asked.

"Yeah I did. I looked into it and they were all killed at the same time." he paused. "They were killed by blade."

Kisame grinned. "You think the kid did it?"

Itachi sighed. "Sasuke…did it. There is no such thing as a centimeter thick blade cutting though fifty bodies. The Uchiha clan made that blade. I made that blade. It's not just a piece of shitty-ass metal."

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Sasuke, as he said, exited the Pink Cobra with ease and a sense of relief. He silently wondered how Orochimaru knew Itachi's date of birth. But he didn't think too much of it. He thought more of what had happened four days ago. All that blood upon him. He was drenched in blood by the time he had gotten back to the mansion.

"Sasuke-kun." Orochimaru acknowledged as Sasuke came through the doorway. "You smell of blood." he smirked.

"I was…practicing." he said, panting for breath.

Orochimaru smirked. "Very well." he slid his chair backwards and his shoes made a small 'click' everytime they hit the ground until they stopped, five inches from Sasuke. "I suppose you need a new kimono. You're racking up money, boy." he bent down and whispered, "I'm going to need payback. Those kimonos are not cheap."

"Can't I at least take a shower?" he asked.

"Go." his owner said, turning his back and walking in the opposite direction. "But I'll be waiting."

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"I'm gonna head home, Itachi-san. I've got-uh…business I need to take care of." Kisame said, taking off the other way.

"Hn." the sixteen-year old replied. He had decided to go wander the city, hell he had free time.

What time was it? His watch made a loud 'BEEP' sound. "Damn it all" he muttered, taking out a vile and needle. Again he injected himself with the morphine.

The shot of liquid gushing and mixing with his blood made him want to puke, but the intense rush of nothingness that filled his emotions were well worth the pain. It made him forget about his pain, his past, and what was happening to him now. The gun-master wouldn't admit it, but he couldn't handle the feelings of regret and disgust. He felt weak and inferior; relying upon something to survive, he absolutely hated it. But it's what he needed to calm down, to calm his inner demons.

"Itachi-san." a boyish voice said. The respondent looked down, his vision blurred. "Itachi-san?" the voice said again, this time slower and deeper. Damn I missed the vein. The sixteen-year old thought as he fell to the ground. "ITACHI-SAN!" Sasuke panicked. A glass vile fell on the ground along with the needle, but Sasuke was too busy with the older male to even notice the prostitute bring shot just three feet away from him.

xxxx

The Uchiha was running a fever of over a hundred. "Dammit. Dammit." Sasuke muttered, as he changed out the damp rag and placed another one upon Itachi's forehead. There was nothing to be done except to wait.

He admired the young man like a brother. He wished to be as strong as him. To stand up to anything. To kill. He was becoming that. "Goddamn you, live." he muttered again.

He heard a loud noise and a vibration against the floor. What the hell is that? He searched around the room. Sasuke's 'brother's' cell phone was ringing. The boy ruffled though the leather trench coat for the object and when he finally found it, it said in hologram letters, 'OROCHIMARU'. Sasuke really didn't want him to know where he was. And if he found out that his best hitman was sick, who knows what would have happened. So he turned off the phone, rushing back to Itachi who was sweating terribly.

Sasuke smoothed back the stands of hair that was in the gun-master's damp face. Even though he was sick, Itachi looked harmless. Perhaps even weak. I'll get you back. I'm not about to let you die. I still have something to give you! He needed an antidote. Fast. Itachi was only getting worse by the second.

"Need help?" a voice said from a corner, "Sasuke-kun?"

"What the fuck?" Sasuke turned around and there stood the infamous Orochimaru. "How the hell did you get-" he was shut up by the crash of Orochimaru's lips. He tried to fight back the invading tongue and resorted to shoving the older man off him. "STOP!" he ordered.

Orochimaru held out a vile. "Don't you want to help your poor Itachi?" he shock the vile.

"This is my chance." Orochimaru claimed, turning back to his right hand bitch, Kabuto.

"Another plan, Orochimaru-sama?" Kabuto sparked an eyebrow.

"I want Sasuke to be mine." he growled. "I'm tired of Uchiha getting in the way. He's a burden. And this will bring me towards my next step." he said, a plan devising inside his ingenious mind.

"What do you plan, pray tell." Kabuto urged.

"I'm sending Itachi and his leach to Alcatraz." Orochimaru said plainly.

"Isn't that a little rash, Orochimaru?" the seventeen-year old asked. "Don't you need him for killing people?"

The man scoffed. "You really thought that that's what I wanted him for?" he asked. There was a pause then, "I wanted that boy to by mine. But apparently that's not going to happen anytime soon. I can't exactly take advantage of the boy, he can kill. I'd hope he'd come around or drop his guard, but that's not going to happen either."

Kabuto sighed. "I can whip something up in a few minuets. My mother was on morphine. She shot herself in the wrong place and died of a fever of 140 degrees Fahrenheit before I finished the antidote. It doesn't take very long to make."

"Very well then."

Sasuke growled in frustration. "What the hell do you want?" he said in a low, menacing tone.

"You're body, soul, and service." Orochimaru proposed. "All belonging to me."

The young prostitute shut his eyes and sighed in anger. "Deal."

xxxx

The gun-master awoke to his usual darkness, since the windows were boarded up. He immediately noticed that his house smelt weird. It smelt like sex. What the hell happened last night? I didn't…did I? He thought, quickly checking. No. I wasn't me.

Itachi looked on the side of his mattress. There were three things: a note, and two, white ribbons.

Thank you. And happy birthday.

,Sasuke

He thought it was odd at first. The message ran though his mind as the semi-cold water rained down upon his back.

After he had gotten dressed and checked the messages on his phone, there were none, he tied his hair back in one of the two, white ribbons Sasuke had given him. He admired the boy. So naive. And yet, so like him. The only difference was the age and the fact that his body was not co-owned by Orochimaru. The sixteen-year old stuck the other white ribbon under his mattress for future purposes. And the last thing that he did was stick a gun in his left leg, holster. Another neat fact about Itachi…he was left handed. Did you know that Catholic schools used to hit you if you were left handed? It was the sign of the devil.

As if on cue, the front door burst open, falling onto the ground. The immediate reaction that Itachi had was to kill them all, but that proved to be a bit difficult. Why? He couldn't move. As if someone had paralyzed him. "Sleep tight, Uchiha." a voice said from behind. Kabuto you damn bastard.

xxxx

"Let's skip the introductions." a person said, turning on the bright light.

"Kisame?" Itachi hissed, but the man only kicked back in his crappy ass chair like it was Orochimaru's office. "What the hell are you doing here!" he hisses again.

"HEY! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The man slammed his fist on the table. He sighed and ran his fingers through greasy hair. "Do you know where you are?" Itachi and Kisame rolled their eyes like 'here we go' and as if it were nothing. "Alcatraz in San Francisco."

Great Itachi, what the fuck did you do this time? Kisame thought lazily. Now we get sent to Alcatraz. Woot…funtime. -.-.

"Have fun boys." was all the man said before leaving. "Especially you, Uchiha. We got a nice place set up for you if you decide to go bad on us. We've been waiting."

Shit. Itachi thought. This'll be the time of my life.

The two criminals did not know what they had gotten themselves into. And they most certainly didn't figure that the next year would be complete hell.

The two guards were left with them. Itachi gave Kisame the signal. This was gonna be a piece of cake. Even though they didn't have guns, they defiantly had a few good blows with them. But before they could even bring their fists to the other's faces, they were out cold. Sedated.

"Split them up."

xxxx

Kisame woke up with a pounding headache like he had gotten wayyy to drunk the other night. But instead of the usual prostitute(s) beside him, or getting dressed…there were bars, cement, and a stench that make him spill the entire contents of his stomach. "Oh god, I hate Mondays."


A/N: Yay! All done! I combined two chapters in one for your entertainment and enlightenment. I thought you'd like it if I did two chapters in one. Only two to three more chapters to go! The next one will be about Itachi and Kisame's stay in Alcatraz. They will find out…Alcatraz has changed in the last 100 years or so.

Itachi: What are they gonna do? Make me listen to Paris Hilton's album?

Me: …possibly

Kisame: Wait a second! I thought there was going to be that one part where I get Itachi drunk then he plays strip poker, loses and goes and sings karaoke!

Itachi: twitch shut the fuck up…

Me: facepalm I already told you…I'm not doing that scene! IT'S ALREADY BAD ENOUGH THAT THAT ONE SCENE WITH ITACHI WAKING UP TO HIS HOUSE SMELLING LIKE SEX!

Sasuke: …why is that bad?

Itachi: Well maybe it's because you and fucking ORCHOCHIMARU OF ALL PEOPLE-

Sasuke: Quit yelling at me! What did I ever do to you!

Itachi: well you stole my pants that one day, took my ice cream from Akatsuki's fridge, and-

Kisame: Ok kiddies, break it up!

Itachi: Oh go get laid fischy!

Kisame: eye blink …blink What did he just call me?

Kakashi: I believe it was "fischy" like, f-i-s-c-h-y german way of spelling fishy.

LB: Yay your story isn't lame anymore!