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Welcome to chapter nine of Indebted. I hope you like it! (: please comment and vote. I apologize about how long it took to get this chapter out, and for the fact that it's shamefully short ;/.\;

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto.
WARNINGS: Cussing and blood, as well as some awkward moments. And the mission, infiltrate and assassinate? Has a creeper in there. Skip over it and to the end if it makes you uncomfortable.

Anything in bold is important or with emphasis.
If in mid-sentence or speech, italics are something with emphasis.
This is what Amaya's thoughts look like.
'This is what song lyrics look like.'

~INAF~

"ITACHI-SAMA!"

He's in the bathroom in seconds, eyes blazing red with the Sharingan. He scan the room, looking for an enemy. He does this, looking all around, not finding one- and then his eyes land on my legs. They stay there, seemingly transfixed upon them. "I-Itachi-sama?" I whimper.

His eyes flutter closed. When they re-open, they've returned to their normal onyx color. His stance relaxes and he straightens. "Sit," he instructs, and I follow his words with question, sitting on the toilet. He looks all around the bathroom, digging through the cabinets. The whole time, I'm babbling away.

I nod weakly. "I-Itachi-sama... I'm really sorry! If I had known this would happen then I would've said something, but I didn't because I didn't know, and really, how could I have known? You can't just predict this shit, but I'm still really sorry and I understand if you kill me because I'm annoying you too much. If that's the case then just go ahead and do it, because my life doesn't seem to hold much value to anyone, not even myself. It could be argued my parents might care, but they would get over it because I betrayed the village and killed one of my important people and there's no way they could truly love m-me after t-that, and K-kami dammit, I-I'm sorry 'cause-e I'm cryin' now...I-I really am-m sorry, Itachi-sama-a..." I breathe in shakily, feeling lightheaded. Tears are pouring down my cheeks and I do my best to wipe them off and stop crying, but it's really hard to do because I feel like I'm having a panic attack and hyperventilating, which is making my fingers tingle. The tears come harder and my chest heaves, vision blurring behind said tears. My chest aches with forced, rapid breathing.

Itachi-sama is suddenly before me, crouching on the cold tile. He pulls my hands away from my face and his cold onyx gaze meets mine. "Calm down," he states, his voice seeming almost hypnotic. I manage a nod and he continues talking, saying, "Take a slow, deep breath...calm down, I'm not going to kill you..." I follow his instructions to the best of my ability, still shaking and crying. But after a few moments, which feel like forever, I slow my breathing to more normal rate. It's still uneven and shaky, but it's not too fast and I feel a little less dizzy than before. My vision clears up and I see Itachi-sama easily.

He hands me a box, and a blush burns across my cheeks. That box...that box was... I can't even think it. Nononono. "Take your time," he tells me, standing. I hear the bathroom door open and close as he leaves but my gaze is unwillingly kept on the box he handed me. This was really bad timing.

~INAF~

I emerge from the bathroom around thirty minutes later, having taken my time with reading instructions and changing into clean clothes. Itachi-sama is sitting at the foot of his bed, waiting patiently for me to come out. As I do he glances briefly up. I set my folded but dirty clothes down on the floor, next to my bag. Then I sit down across from him on my own bed.

There's a silence between us before he speaks. "You understand what happened."

I nod. His eyes watch me carefully. "Hai. I...started my..." My cheeks flush red and my voice fades out into a whisper. "I started my menstrual cycle. For the first time."

"And you are not entirely in the dark of what this means," he says. This was painfully awkward, for the both of us. If only Konan-sama was here...

"Ano, I only know a little bit," I say, feeling hesitant. This was horrible. I felt like my insides were ripped to shreds, I was bleeding enough that it looked like there was a double homicide between my legs and, if none of that was bad enough, I was with Itachi-sama. Of all people.

"Well you'll be staying as such for the duration of the trip. We'll be leaving in an hour," he says, turning away from me. I don't say a word. It wasn't like I was expecting anything else, right? I certainly didn't want to to talk about this with him, either.

~INAF~

Six horrible days later, we finally arrive in the village where our target was. We get an inn room, get cleaned up, and locate a cozy little tea shop about a block from the target's house. We sit at a table in the back. A waitress comes by, and we order tea. I scan the tea shop, searching to see if our target is there. He's not, but even so I keep a look out for him. Not enough to arouse suspicion, though. Itachi-sama would probably kill me if I fucked this up. I was surprised he hadn't already, as it were. Maybe I was just having weird luck lately.

The waitress arrives with our tea, and I hold the little cup carefully. I glance down into it, noting the way it smelled like the tea my mother made. After smiling tightly down at it, feeling my mood plunge even deeper, I lift the cup to my lips and drink a mouthful of it. It tasted of cinnamon, nothing like my mother's tea, which only makes me feel a little bit better. Not much, though, so I set the cup down and resume scanning the little cafe. A group of three teenagers has entered, joking loudly. One of them has blonde hair the same general shade of Nao's, and my stomach clenches. I drink more tea and let my eyes stray to the door.

Up to thirty minutes later and I feel a bit antsy. We had been in here for a while, munching on dango and sipping tea. If we stayed here for much longer we'd be drawing way too much attention to ourselves. We were, after all, the only ones who had been in here for this long. All of those who were here when we arrived already left, and even a few people that came in after us. And so it was coincidentally perfect timing when the door opened and in walked our target. He's clearly not any sort of upstanding citizen, but more of the kind who pretended he was.

He's by himself, wearing black pants, boots, a flak jacket and a cloak. The cloak was plain black, embroidered with silver and gold. He wore a self-absorbed smirk and already I wanted to smash his skull in with blunt force. He casts a glance around the room, eyes lecherous and lingering on a pair of young girls sitting by the front windows. He only moves his eyes from them when he reaches the counter. He gives the girl there a handful of yen and she hands over a to-go cup. Then, after another couple of glances at the girls, who couldn't have been older than sixteen, he turns and exits the shop. So he came here often, it seemed. That was good- found an entry point, a way for me to draw his attention.

~INAF~

Three days later, after a lot of observation, some primping, and a henge into a form that would definitely draw his attention, I'm back to sitting in the tea shop. This time, though, I'm by myself. I altered my physical form, making myself a couple of inches taller and adding a curve to my hips and increasing my bust a little. If the way he was staring at those girls the other day was any indicator, he liked those who were petite.

His eyes land on me almost immediately, and I clearly capture his attention. I let my eyes flutter up to his, smiling coyly before dropping my gaze and sipping my cup of tea. That gaze burns a hole in my skin with its intensity and how it made my skin crawl. I force my gaze to stay focused, and I don't let myself tense up as he approaches me. His hand brushes across my shoulder and I act appropriately startled. He smiles, one that was intended to be kind, and says, "Oh, I'm sorry for startling you, dear, but I couldn't help but notice you were alone. Any reason?"

I blink at him, feigning slight confusion. "Oh, it's okay. And nothing particular, I just...well, my mother..." I let my voice fade out and my eyes water. He falls for it instantly, and I feel my skin crawl as another smile takes place, this one far more lecherous, creepy, and fear-inducing than those before him. I know if it comes to it I could kill him now, and that Itachi-sama is watching carefully from the shadows, but I can't help but feel on edge as he speaks once more.

"Oh, don't worry, dear..."

~INAF~

A week later and he has invited me to stay with his family temporarily until I reconcile with my mother. Or, so that's what he thinks. Itachi-sama was the one to come up with the story- my mother and I had a disagreement, so she kicked me out and I am now attempting to patch things up. It wasn't perfect but I didn't need it to be.

As of now, I am sitting across from him at the dining room table in his home. It was dinner time, late at night, and I figured tonight would be a good night to kill him. I was getting impatient, and I found out all of the information as to what he was doing to hold up the supplies, why, and who was helping him. The fucker deserved to die, and his wife should be there to see it. She was only his wife in legal terms, and in on his trafficking ring and illegal activities. She's here, too, prattling on about something unimportant. I feel his gaze on me. He had made several attempts at me, all of which I managed to slip out of.

"And then Kenji said she was lying, and I couldn't help but believe him. So I poisoned her drink and she collapsed. It was rather funny, acting tragic like that..." Yes, his wife was stupid and gossipy, and it didn't help she hated me either.

He smiles at her. "Ah, dear, I don't believe that's exactly appropriate to be talking about in front of a guest..." I feel my grip on my knife tighten. The edge was serrated and would slide smoothly into his brain, if the right force was applied to it.

"It's not like the whore even-"

My voice is cold, clear, full of deadly intent and far from the high, bell-like tone I had been using around these people. "The Akatsuki sends its regards," I state, raising my hand and flicking my wrist. The knife sails through the air and embeds itself into the man's eye socket, blood spurting from it in crimson waves. The wife screams in terror as blood soaks the table and covers her face, though I cut the shrieks off by throwing the fork I had at her. It hits her jugular vein with deadly accuracy, killing her quickly despite the fact I wasn't necessarily supposed to kill her too, and I stand immediately. Time to make an escape- those screams surely alerted the guards he had patrolling all around the property.

~INAF~

TA-DA.

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