Now, now, children, I think it's about time we all got our hormones in order, ne? I know Itachi is just in another league of unexplainable sexiness when pissed, but let us not forget about the main storyline, ie *whispers conspiratorially* there's a mole in Konoha...*ominous music*...

Despite this, even I'll admit. The sight of Itachi pissed off and brutally murdering an enemy would turn me on rather than scare the shit out of me.

Moving on swiftly then...

Mendoukusei 21.

For the first time in my life, I didn't know how to feel.

I should have been pissed, because after killing some random enemy nin, Itachi left him in our room, leaving me to go destroy the corpse, causing Sasuke-kun to turn green, Mikoto kaa-chan to shake her head and Fugaku otoo-san to raise an eyebrow and grunt.

What the hell was wrong with this family? The eldest son had been busy driving katana in enemy nin's hearts in the house and they acted like it was an everyday thing?

Yet again, it could have been. With Uchiha, no one's ever really sure.

Why was I marrying into such a retarded clan again?

Oh yes, said clan heir, arguably the most powerful shinobi in the country had bluntly told me I am his and no one else's and then proceeded to claim me in all aspects of my humanity; psychologically, emotionally, spiritually and physically.

Especially physically.

I should be amused, because of the look on Kita's face when she was duly informed by a sadistically smirking Ibiki that she would be interrogated by Itachi. The look on her face was a cross between terrified, excited, confused and fangirly. The only look that was more epic was the look on Sasuke-kun's face right before he fainted after Itachi told everyone we were engaged.

I should be indifferent, because as Shikamaru would say, this was all just troublesome.

Eventually, I settled for indifference.

"Okay," Shisui said, flickering right by my side in his trademark technique. "The main reason you are here is to try and talk to Kita first. Itachi is not in a good mood, clearly, so there's a probability he's going to be a real asshole, Uchiha style, the moment he steps in there. You're also here to heal her immediately he releases his tsukiyomi. Can't have her dying before she's tried for treason, if guilty," he added hastily.

I nodded, taking in his tired appearance. I frowned in concern. Shisui and I had become remarkably close since I joined ANBU, and I was a little worried that he was over-exerting himself.

"Sure, Shisui. Thanks. You okay, though? I really think you need to go home and take a rest. You've worked extremely hard up to this point and you truly deserve it." I told him.

He just looked at me and nodded, before flickering off again.

I sighed, before looking at the ominous door of the interrogation room that led to where Kita was locked up. I swallowed my fear and walked into the room.

As usual with every room in the Torture and Interrogations Centre, this one was cold, dark and dreary. In the middle of the room was Kita, tied and bound by chakra strings to a chair. She was looking at her feet, her eyes shadowed. She clearly showed signs of unadulterated, pure terror: sweat on her forehead and panting. Ibiki had worked his magic as usual, but even that was not enough to crack her. No wonder Kumo, or her superior traitors had chosen her. She was remarkably mentally strong.

I looked at her, empathy for her lightly tugging at my heart. I had absolutely had no idea where to start.

"Kita," I began. She didn't respond. I sighed. "Look here, I'm gonna be blunt. Why don't you tell me exactly what is going on. You know very well if you don't talk, Uchiha taichou is going to come in here and use tsukiyomi on you. This whole fiasco has caused enormous anger and frustration to all elite shinobi in the village, more so Shisui-sama as head of Police force and Uchiha taichou, Hatake taichou, Hyuuga taichou and Nara taichou as ANBU captains. All five are answerable to the village council as to why they never figured this out earlier."

She sniffed, not exactly the response I was looking for, but it was a reaction. At least I got something.

"Uchiha taichou, in particular, is not amused in the least. I can guarantee you he's going to be absolutely ruthless when he gets you into his tsukiyomi, so the earlier you admit what is going on, the better this is going to go for all of us."

"What d'you mean 'the better this is going to go for all of us', huh? What's in it for me? I'm already doomed. I'm already gonna die anyways. Might as well face that fucking genjutsu coz my fate is sealed. I've got nothing to lose anymore. If tsukiyomi is gonna break me, well and good. If it's gonna kill me, the better. I don't care anymore." She cried out, voice full of bitterness and regret.

I was quiet. I had nothing to respond to her outcry. Her shoulders were shaking and she was quietly sobbing.

"Didn't you know that would be your fate when you accepted to betray Konoha?" I asked her quietly.

She choked on her tears, shaking her head vigorously, as if denying it all. Her sobs got louder, and I could see the tears dropping from her face to her clothes.

"I wasn't supposed to get caught," she whispered.

I did feel sorry for her. She was one of the more competent medics in the hospital, and the lack of her abilities would definitely be felt. Unfortunately, she brought this upon herself. As she bitterly admitted, her fate was sealed.

I walked toward the door and opened it. Standing outside it were Itachi, Shisui and Ibiki. I called them in, and they entered into the room, walking behind me. To be honest, I was quite scared for her.

Itachi kept on walking forward, even when the rest of us stopped.

"Yamamoto Kita," he addressed her, his voice calm and demanding. "You have been accused of treason, a penalty punishable by death. You have refused to cooperate with authorities. Explain yourself."

I gulped, my fear almost very apparent. I could hear the anger in his voice. Even Shisui looked a bit apprehensive, though he covered it well with the typical Uchiha mask of indifference.

I saw Kita's eyes widen in sheer terror. She must have been eye to eye with Itachi's sharingan. He generally had an intense gaze, without his kekkei genkai activated. Whenever he activated his sharingan, most shinobi would be paralysed with fear. If you got him pissed off enough to activate his mangekyou, you'd practically be brain dead. Even his clan members were terrified of him whenever he activated it.

"It seems you refuse to talk. I shall have to forcefully get the information from you then," he hissed.

It is then I noticed the window in front of us was reflecting what Itachi was doing, seeing as we could already see Kita's reactions. I saw his sharingan start spinning fast, the three tomoe becoming bladed, developing into the infamous, universally feared Mangekyou Sharingan. He was the only person alive who could activate it, since the other known Uchiha who could activate it was Uchiha Madara, and he was dead.

For a moment, time froze. There was pin drop silence, and no one moved a muscle.

The tension was unbelievably palpable.

Then we heard Kita whimpering.

I've (obviously) never been caught in tsukiymi before, but I know enough about genjutsu to realise that once a victim was verbally expressing their distress, shit was seriously going down.

I also knew for a fact that Uchiha Itachi was an expert genjutsu user. So good at it, that even Kurenai-sensei, a genjutsu specialist actually struggled whenever she was in a genjutsu battle with him. You could see the strain and concentration on her whenever she fought him, and if you were lucky, she may even begin sweating. Genjutsu is a stealthy and fast way of killing people, extremely useful for assassinations or illegal recons. It never left any evidence behind.

However, if the victim of the visions began whimpering, the psychological damage could be at best in need of an operation or at worst incurable.

Going by how loudly Kita was whimpering, her situation was rapidly going towards the latter category.

I looked at Shisui, who just looked tired. Ibiki looked like he'd seen this quite a number of times, so he was barely moved. I decided to take matters into my own hands. If he turned his rage on me, we could always make up after.

Just not in this place, my inner said.

"Ita-kun," I whispered softly, touching his arm. He turned his intense gaze me, mangekyou still activated, though they weren't spinning. I gulped.

"I-I-I think th-that's enough now. You've gotten all the info from her?" I continued whispering, tentatively rubbing his arm.

He sighed, before deactivation his kekkei genkai. His now onyx eyes softened as he agreed, nodding slightly. Kita by then was out cold and I reached to her neck so that I could gently remove Itachi's fingers that were gripping it so tightly.

"I'll take her to the hospital and have her treated, then I'll go to Shishou and find out-"

"I will accompany you to the hospital, then we shall proceed to go Hokage-sama's office from there," he interrupted, voice back to normal. Before I could respond, he turned to Shisui and Ibiki. "Shisui, go and sleep. I command you, as your captain. Ibiki, please tidy up."

Before I could even blink, two masked ANBU appeared outta nowhere, took Kita and disappeared again. Itachi promptly followed, calmly and quickly doing his teleportation signs and disappearing in a pouf of leaves. I sighed, before forming my own sighs and heading to the hospital.

I got there and found everything ready for me. Three hours after a not-so-gruelling operation, I came out of there, satisfied with the fact that Kita will be able to stand trial for treason.

I walked into the lobby, looking for my fiancé so that we could proceed to the Hokage's office and give in our respective reports. It was still late morning, so if I could convince Itachi, we could pass by home and have a heavy breakfast due to the efforts of my...persuations.

A small, feminine smirk graced my lips as I thought how marvellous this morning had the potential to turn for the better. Itachi needed it anyway. His mood needed to be brightened up considerably.

I was still thinking my happy thoughts when I felt a vague pain on my ass. It was as if it had been slapped...

I turned around to see a young ANBU laughing his smug ass off. He had lifted his mask off his face, meaning he was off duty. I glared at him, because I knew that he was the one that did that.

"Didn't you ever learn manners when you were encrypted into ANBU?" I growled at him.

He just winked at me and smirked. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. You just have such a sexy piece of-"

He was rudely interrupted when he bumped into something, or rather someone. I couldn't hide the smugness I felt at his impending doom.

He dropped his smirk, and turned around to see who had the utter gall to interrupt his unwanted leering.

I could practically see his face go white with utter terror as he watched Itachi's onyx eyes bleed into crimson.

"What the fuck are you doing to my fiancée?" he hissed dangerously, letting out quite a substantial amount of his killing intent.

I had to lean on the wall to keep my balance. My inner promptly flailed, fainted, came round, drooled, had an orgasm on the spot, then dissolved into a puddle of goo somewhere at the base of my brain. In that exact order.

Did Itachi have any idea what the hell he did to me when he lost his temper? Clearly he didn't, because if he did he honestly wouldn't be doing it so often.

This time, he actually cursed! Kami-sama, my reserves of self-control were getting seriously depleted at this rate.

"U-U-Uchiha t-t-taichou..." the guy whispered, too terrified to even generate thought. "I-I-I'm-"

Immediately, Itachi grabbed the guy by his neck and slammed him on the wall, the tomoe in his sharingan beginning to spin. No doubt the poor guy would be put in a genjutsu he wouldn't be forgetting in a while.

"If I ever as much as hear you even glanced in the direction of my woman, I will not hesitate to severely make you pay. Do I make myself clear?" he growled.

Jesus Christ! Now I would be the one doing the flailing, fainting, coming round, drooling, having an orgasm on the spot, before dissolving into a puddle of goo at Itachi's size 13 feet. He was absolutely irresistible whenever he got so possessive.

"Yes, sir," the kid breathed, clutching at Itachi's vice-like grip on his neck as he struggled to breathe. Itachi suddenly let go of the guy. He fell ass first to the ground, that look of terror still on his face. He gasped, before mumbling incoherently, shaking his head, then seeing that sharingan glare on him, curled up in utter terror.

"Get out of my sight," Itachi commanded coldly. The guy scrambled to his feet, before erring numerously on the signs of his teleportation jutsu. When he finally got it right, he was out of there in an instant.

"Let us proceed, Sakura," Itachi said, turning around and walking in his fast, quiet gait, leaving all the men behind him awe and the women sighing dreamily behind him as his ponytail swished behind his back.

"Y-yeah, sure," I said, happy that my voice was steady.

I wonder if that morning plan would still work...?