A/N: Update time! So many questions and not enough answers! Yes, I love it! Just showing life through Itachi's perspective over the years. Maybe you all won't hate him as much XD

I DONT condone minors getting involved in gangs or killing.

SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS; REMEMBER NOT BETA'D AND I APOLOGIZE IF ITS A BIT CONFUSING. I tried to write, but I posted this to make up for my writer's block. Enjoy!

~Interlude~

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Leviticus 24:17

And he that kills any man shall surely be put to death.

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Itachi (16-years-ago).

"Itachi, Danzo wishes to speak with you." Onyx eyes narrowed at that statement, but the golden-eyed freak obviously didn't notice. Fourteen-year-old, Itachi Uchiha rose slowly from his seat and jammed both hands into his baggy jeans. Kisame Hoshigaki and Hidan rose just as the Uchiha made his way towards the wooden doors that protected the notorious drug Lord, Danzo. Many feared the presence of this 14-year-old—why, that much couldn't be determined. Maybe because he killed without remorse. You wanted him to kill, he would. No hesitation. Itachi was nicknamed "Killa" for that particular reason, but the one thing he loathed was taking orders by an incompetent fool such as Danzo. The Uchiha knew he was that man's right hand, but Itachi didn't take orders. He gave them, which is why he kept Kisame and Hidan close. Those were the only two people he could trust in a world like this—gangs weren't loyal, but his army of 3 was all he ever needed. Pushing the door open, Itachi meet Danzo's stare. His eyes intent.

Such a stupid fool.

"Ah, Itachi, nice to finally see you. Please, you and your friends take a seat and get comfy." Hidan scoffed under his breath and murmured 'I was gonna take a damn seat anyway', which elicited the raven to shoot him a dangerous glare. Kisame stood by the door, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Itachi's baggy pants swished as he walked towards the man, his eyes calculating the two bodyguards standing beside Danzo. Danzo was a fool to think they could stop Itachi's wrath, but he stayed calm. The velvet carpet adorned the gang lord's wooden desk. The room was large and practically empty, except for the desk and few chairs along the side of the walls.

"...Danzo, what is it you need. My father will began to get suspicious of me." The teenager stood before the wooden desk, his body just a few feet away from the man's reach. Itachi could smell the polisher on the desktop, and see the small wrinkles on Danzo's face. Still his hands rested in his pockets. Most would quake in fear at being called to the office, but not Itachi. He feared no man—not even God. There was no such thing as a deity after all the hell he's been forced to witness in his young life. Danzo chuckled, lacing his fingers together while he watched over the three teenage boys in his office—especially the Uchiha.

"Eager to get to the point. This is why I like you Uchiha..." Itachi narrowed his eyes. "...So blunt, and that's why I keep you close." Hidan scoffed again, crossing his arms while Kisame chuckled under his breath. "...I'm sure you've heard of the rumors going around that Akatsuki is working with the ANBU police force to take down Fugaku..." Itachi nodded. He knew the police and other gangs were after his father. Fugaku tried his best to hide his fear from his family—especially Itachi, but the teen had connections. He knew his life was in danger every minute; every second and it was his father's fault!

"So I've heard."

"Oh, I know you haven't just heard Itachi." Danzo said as he leaned against the desk, his eyes calculating the teen. "You know. You know that everyone is watching you, and that you can die at any sec—"

"—Unlikely. I capable of surviving on my own." Itachi shot back, his eyes hard with anger. How dare this man insult his abilities.

"Ah, yes. You're right, my apologizes. But the rumors are true. The ANBU police force contacted me recently, and decided to call a temporary alliance until your father is killed." Itachi watched in silence, as his mind began rushing back and forth for all its worth. "...With the amount of security he has, I felt that having you pull off his execution would be for the best. The police will get what they want, and so will I." Kisame whispered to Hidan, eliciting the silver-haired teen's eyes to widen and dart towards Itachi's calm person. Itachi stared at Danzo, but said nothing at all for a moment.

"So all I have to do is kill my own father for the sake of what?"

"For the sake of Konaha's future. Fugaku Uchiha is planning to start a war with half of Konoha's city. This will cause innocent people to die, and I'm asking you—closest thing to begging—that you help us. Hizuen Sarutobi, chief of the Police force, has agreed to my ideas, and plans to pardon your crime of murder. You're guaranteed life as a free man if the police does catch you." Itachi pursed his lips at that.

Kill his father and get away with murder?

"I get away with murder, Hm." Danzo nodded his head, reaching in the dresser to grab a pistol. He placed it nonchalantly on the desk, and looked back at the 14-year-old.

"Killa, I know this may be hard for you, but it needs to be done. Would you rather someone else kill him, and you kill them in revenge and spend the rest of your life in jail as someone's bitch? This is the only chance to get away with murder and not go to jail." Itachi watched the gun in the man's hand, before averting his gaze towards the bodyguards next to the man. "...This gun was given to me by Hizuen himself. Use this. They find the bullets, and they'll know that you did it and everything will be overlooked. The investigators will call it an unsolved case and you're family will no longer be under the gun." The Uchiha heir removed his right hand from his pocket, and grabbed the gun. Danzo smirked at the gesture and nodded a 'thank you'. Placing the gun in the hoister under his sweatshirt, Itachi jammed his hand back in his pocket and made his leave. Hidan and Kisame met him at the door, but the two friends exited the office before Itachi.

"But hear this..." Itachi called out over his shoulder. His steps coming to a halt at the threshold of the door. The raven turned slightly to look at the old man, and frowned. "...I'll do it...But if I still serve jail time for this after you promised I wouldn't, I will get out somehow and I swear you better pray to your God that I don't find you... Because, I will kill you—"

"—Is that a threat? That's so unlike you, Killa." Danzo stated through a chuckle. Itachi scoffed and made his leave.

It wasn't a threat, it was the biggest promise Itachi would ever keep.

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"Are you serious about this. I mean, this is your dad after all. I know if it had to be anyone else, you would kill them instantly without remorse." Hidan said, while flopping down on his twin sized mattress. Itachi rested against the silver-haired boy's bedroom door with his arms crossed nonchalantly. Kisame rested against the dresser, his eyes content as he chomped on a bag of chips. Itachi didn't need Hidan questioning him at all.

"Danzo said it needed to be done. Hizuen called me the other day from his private cell, I'm sure these two are serious about it." Kisame smirked at that, his eyes calculating his best friend.

"This could all be some hoax to get you off the streets as well. People know you're a stone-cold killer, they just turn a blind eye 'cause your so young." Itachi's eyes darted towards the shark-looking teen. His shoulder length hair whipping through the air. Hidan's room was moderate size, and smelled of mint mixed with that boyish odor—a musty smell that was tantalizing yet mild at the same time. His carpet floor felt soft to the touch, and the white walls called for silence. "...You know I'm right."

"You want us to help?" Hidan asked seriously. His eyes beaming with delight.

"No." Both friends shared confused looks before looking back at Itachi, who now closed his eyes in thought.

"Why?" An irritated growl rumbled from the back of the raven's neck, before he opened his eyes and glared at Hidan.

"Because, Danzo said my crime would be pardoned. If you two decided to help out, who knows if Hizuen will be willing to over look yours as well. I need you both out and about if I do manage to get arrested despite this deal."

"Awww, 'Tachi cares about his friends—"

"—Hn, I do not. I just need you two to keep me informed of Danzo's whereabouts while I'm in prison–If I get caught." Kisame smirked while Hidan ruffled his hair playful.

"Just admit that you care about us. We three are like brothers, and you know it!" Hidan accused, bursting into laughter at the slight blush on Itachi's cheeks. Kisame's smirk widened into a face-splitting smile. The raven glared at the two, but said nothing. These two fools were the closest to him that any one (other than his family) could get. He hated how much he cared about them, but still he said nothing. The two continued to laugh, but Itachi simply continued to scowl.

"When do you plan to do the job?" Kisame inquired after moments of pulling himself back together. Hidan continued laughing in the distance, but Itachi ignored him all completely. A tight knot materialized in the center of his throat, but the teen didn't make his anxiety known.

He simply scowled and said, "when the time is right."

But when he thought the time was right, he made the biggest mistake. He shot his father just as his mother walked into the hallway. Mikoto rushed towards the phone to call an ambulance. Panick shot through Itachi's body, but he didn't show it on his passive facial expression. So he did the first thing that came to mind— and finished her off, while his baby brother watched from the staircase. Itachi intended on killing his little brother but something about putting Sasuke through that pain kept Itachi from pulling the trigger. Throwing the gun to the floor, Itachi made a run for it. The neighbors had heard the gunshots and called 911. Itachi kept running, leaving behind two people dead and a traumatized Sasuke Uchiha.

Itachi was arrested 3 weeks later and sentenced to life in prison for third-degree murder. Would his crime have been pardoned if he only killed his father instead of both his parents? Would Sasuke still hate him if only Fugaku had died that day? He would never know,—but it was too late to think of that now.

Present Day.

Itachi rested on his large sofa, staring idle at the ceiling as he traced his slightly chapped lips with his thumb. His long ebony locks trickled down his neck and shoulders like rivers rushing down a creek. He wore a black V-neck that showed off a tone pectoral muscle, and low riding skinny jeans—which hinted at a very delicious V line. He wasn't one to flaunt off his good looks, since anyone could obviously note his handsomeness with their own eyes. Itachi glanced over at the clock, before sighing in total exasperation. With this stupid ankle bracelet, he couldn't leave to head into town because it was outta his range. So the ankle bracelet would sound as soon as he stepped foot there. The only reason he was able to visit Sasuke at work the first time was due to having police escorts—but Deputy Gai and Dupty Lee were nothing but a complete joke! Get those idiots talking about the glories of youth, and they'll go babbling on for hours. Itachi smirked at the epiphany.

Kicking his legs over to the front of the couch, Itach used his right arm to place all of his weight accordingly. Sasuke'd manage to shoot an artery in his left arm on their last encounter, and that alone was enough to surprise him. Itachi hadn't thought that Sasuke would actually be capable of such a thing—he's always been about bark but never the bite. Itachi found it quite amusing, even if getting shot was just a perfect little accident in Sasuke's favor. The living room door opened, and in stepped Eugene drawing Itachi from his thoughts.

"Master Uchiha, I brought your Caramel Tea with a pinch of vanilla spice just as you asked, sir." Itachi nodded, gesturing nonchalantly to the coffee table in front of him. His white bandages covered his entire left arm, making it hard to unbend his arm or move it. "...I'll tend to your wound a bit later in the evening, sir. Try not to move it around too much. Don't want the stitches to come undone." Eugene stated as he walked towards the coffee table, then he placed the saucer and teacup on top. He bowed at the waist—his left hand pressed against his chest—before turning to leave. Itachi stared at the window the entire time, making only a couple of understanding nods here and there.

"Eugene..." The elder man paused in his leave, glancing over his shoulder to meet the raven's calculating orbs. Itachi grabbed the cup of tea and took a sip. "...the tea is great. Thank you." Itachi took another sip before placing the cup back on its plate. Eugene nodded and took his leave. The Uchiha stared at cup, unable to understand what he had in mind for today. If he wanted his plan to work, he need not get too comfortable around everyone. Eugene was simply a pawn in his game—just like Kiba. Those two could easily be killed and replaced. But they weren't good enough. Sasuke had already seen Eugene's face, but Kiba...Kiba claimed Sasuke hadn't seen his face during his failed attempt at a stake-out. Kiba was especially being watched with close eyes. Lately that fool had been acting very bold, knowing how Itachi could easily have him killed, but Kiba still wouldn't submit. Itachi rubbed his chin at the thought, his mind raging with answers. He needed to get closer to Sasuke, and Kiba was simply holding him back in fear of getting caught. His eyes narrowed at that. To get to Kiba, all Itachi had to do was threaten the life of his girlfriend, but now...

There's a friend—a close friend to Kiba who he was so desperate to save earlier today. The man's name was 'Na-kuro?' Itachi chuckled at his raging thoughts. All he knew about that character was that he and Kiba worked together at Applebee's—well they use too before everything fell into place. The Uchiha took another sip of tea, and sighed.

"..Yes, I think that friend of Kiba's will be just perfect in my game. If I can find him, and get him to side with me, I doubt I'll have anymore problems outta Kiba..." Itachi mused as he rubbed his chin idly, while watching the tea stir around in the small teacup. Drowning out the constant ticking on the clock, Itachi took another sip of tea before staring off in the distance. It wasn't like him to be this disoriented but he had to think of the future, and plays he needed in order to kill two birds with one stone. Not that he hated Sasuke—he loved his brother—but for his own sake, Sasuke needed to die; he needed to be removed. Raking his fingers through his hair, the eldest Uchiha sighed and rose from his seat. He made his way gracefully across the room, intently listening to the wooden floorboards creak under his weight. Grabbing the house phone, the raven dialed a number that he hoped was correct—hadn't called this idiot in so long.

It rung.

Someone picked up.

"Hello, Akatsuki bar, this is Kisame Hoshigaki speaking." Itachi subconsciously smiled at the sound of his childhood friend's voice.

"It's been so long, Shark-Bait." The raven heard the man chuckle at the old nickname, before a sigh touched his lips.

"So the rumors are true, you finally got out."

"Hn, temporarily..." Kisame answered with a grunt, while Itachi laid against the wall and laced his fingers through his hair. "...but I unfortunately need your help." Kisame chuckled into the phone again.

"Whatcha need, Killa?"

"Call Hidan, and I want you two to come by the old Uchiha Mansion. That's where I'm staying on house arrest until my trial date."

"Al'righty then. See you th—" Itachi hung up the phone before he could finish the sentence.

Danzo will definitely pay for this shit, and Sasuke will regret he ever came down the stairs that day.