"Cross Hair"

"Katsue? Katsue."

Itachi's eyebrows leaned together, causing a little wrinkle of concern. I smiled like a complete goof. He was worried. Not just worried about anyone. He was worried about me! I was being held up by Itachi's solid grip in a slumped kneel. My eyelids felt like they weighed ten pounds each. Fluffy cotton balls of light accumulated on my eyelashes as I focused on keeping them open.

Itachi's voice cracked my concentration with a firm command: "You are going back to the hospital."

"No! I can't, just one thing," I wiggled out of his grip to watch his face with a giant shit-eating grin, "Fuck you!"

I waited expectantly for surprise to raise his eyebrows and lift the corner of his lip into a smile of weary confusion. But, it didn't. Instead he just resorted back to that 'you're such an idiot' face and slid and arm around my back to press my body against his. Something felt relieved about the way he held me. His head dipped to kiss my shoulder, tightening his hold as he let out a quiet breath. "Yes, I know, you told me last night."

I lifted my chin to make sure he saw how confused I felt. "Um, no I didn't," I knelt so we were facing one another, rather than lounging in each other's loving arms. Though it pained me to watch such a sweet moment pass. But I had to let go of the sweetness and butterflies. There was something a little more important on my mind. "Why did you let Kisame drop me?"

"The effects of your brother's jutsu slowed me down."

I did my best not to look totally shocked. "Hiruko got to you too? Whatever, that can wait," I tried to look as angry as I felt. "No, his jutsu didn't do anything to you. I saw you watching me, you were fine. Was it because you're still angry at me?"

"No."

It was strange how such simple words, when spoken by Itachi, held such significance. Had another person uttered such an answer it would come off as avoidance. But, in this circumstance, he was just telling me how it is.

"Well, what's your excuse then?" I prodded. His face tightened into its emotionless mask. "Are you just going to play this off like it's no big deal, just like all of the other times? Because that is not going to happen." The glint of Arashi's picture caught the corner of my eye. "Do you forget that I should hate you? You've tried to kill me, not just once," I held up a finger, "but twice!" I added the second. "And what do I get in return? No, not an apology or explanation like I'd get from any normal person. Instead, in typical Itachi fashion, you almost let me die right before your eyes just to save your pride. So your partner wouldn't see that you have a weakness just like everyone else," I glanced away from the intensity of his black eyes. I muttered under my breath, "Unless you really don't think I'm worth saving."

Itachi's face was solid as stone as he peered at me under his wing-tipped eyelashes. He explained evenly, "Hiruko used his jutsu. I was unable to break free before Kisame dropped you." His eyes seemed absent as he recounted the feeling, "It was like being made of moths, as if my body was only held together by my mind. As you are currently experiencing it, the after effects of his justu are potent."

I knew what he was talking about. I felt high, or drunk, or something. But if Hiruko didn't get to me I would have died. I knew Itachi well enough to know that if he really wanted to, he could have caught me.

"That's no excuse," I persisted through clenched teeth, "If someone was about to kill you, even if I died in the process, I'd do whatever I possibly could to make sure you were okay."

Minutes passed, which faded into a half hour as the sun fell over the horizon into a bleak twilight. As they do with time, the tense discussion halted and I took the liberty to turn on the squat lamp on the end table, next to the floppy couch in the middle of my floor. The small amount of light gave me ample opportunity to look over Itachi's irritated scowl before he tucked it away. I knelt a few feet away from him so that I would have space to stay angry with him whenever he decided to be an adult and talk to me.

"Not everything needs to be an argument," Itachi's words entered into the quiet atmosphere, each syllable consisted of pure exhaustion. He was tired of fighting.

Screw that.

The pressure from this stress was pushing me under. If I didn't get this all out I would certainly drown. "This is not an argument! Stop being so difficult! You obviously wanted to get me worked up, so here I am. All worked up," I pointed at myself melodramatically. "It feels like you don't care at all that I nearly died last night. You're lucky Hiruko picked me up before I became a blood stain on the road."

Itachi's dark pupils dialated at the mention of my brother's name, "You believe that I'm uncaring?" His voice was a black monotone, "You ignored my attempts to save your life three months ago and now look at you," his gaze fell over my bare, scarred shoulder. He was growing progressively more irate by the second. I found myself biting my lip to hold back the burning need to make him feel better. Reds and blacks wormed their way out of his psyche. He was losing his cool. Itachi's voice quieted as he tried his best to regain control over his emotions. "Not only did you ignore my request for your safety, but you said that you loved me in order to escape. You act as if my touch will burn your skin, yet you promise me your heart." Dark eyes fell back to mine. "You are inconsistency at its finest. How am I to believe a word you say?"

I sat back on my haunches. Itachi never argued back. Something I said must have really annoyed him. Well, good. Now he knew the feeling.

"Oh, you don't like it when I toy with your emotions?" I snorted, folding my arms defensively. "Have you ever once considered the abject misery you've inflicted upon my life just so you could have things your way?" My face twisted angrily as more accusations flourished in my mind, "You are calling me a liar? That's cute. Have you looked in the mirror lately? Talk about calling the kettle black. Every other word from your mouth is fortified with lies and manipulation. You think that you can just play with me and spin me around in circles until I don't know which way is up, but you can't. Not anymore." I was about to let him in on a little secret. "After you broke my damned wrists, I made it my number one priority to detect liars by using my blood limit. You can't hide anything anymore, I simply let you lie you want because I know questioning you about it wont change a damn thing."

Itachi quietly stewed, refusing to look at me. Instead the wall appeared more interesting at the moment while he gathered his thoughts.

"The phrase is, 'the pot calling the kettle black.' Saying it any other way removes the meaning behind the idiom," he corrected as I rolled my eyes. He's such an ass. "Do you think that I want to hurt you?" His voice was calm and gentle as his face when his eyes finally met mine. He let out a dismissive breath. "I knew I should have just let you go from the beginning. This is my fault. You weren't meant for this world, you're not strong enough."

Tears burned my dry eyes. He was patronizing me? This was maddening, "I'm certainly strong enough. I survived deaths of some of the people I love most, I've endured my own scars, I spent years training and then nearly died by your hands. Far more times than I'd like to remember, might I add." My head shook. Solemn. "You're dangerous, and gods damn it I love you. But with danger comes consequence. I deserve an explanation. Twice, you held kunai to my throat with the intent to kill. Once, you even managed to slit my throat," my hand flew to the banded scar on my neck. I felt Itachi's emotions go wild as his eyes followed my hand. His face remained moved. My fingers slid over the small, banded scar before dropping to my lap. "Maybe I'm just a push over, but I'm sick and tired of you and Hiruko telling me what to do."

"Hiruko is a monster," Itachi said, "and so am I."

"Leave my brother out of this," I cautioned. Siblings were off limits in any argument of ours. Those kinds of fights could only end one way. He seemed to understand. "So what now? We drink tea and pretend that we have a normal relationship?" I postulated sardonically, "This is royally screwed up. Hell, even with all of the lies and deceit, I have been willing to sleep with you, have a kid with you, to love you with everything I have to give," Itachi's face fell a little as he tore his gaze from my eyes to hide the pain within those black orbs. "Now, for the last time, tell me why you broke my arms."

"I don't know," he muttered softly, tucking a long piece of raven hair behind an ear, still unable to look at me.

"Yes you do. You're Itachi Uchiha. You don't just go around doing things for no reason."

"I killed my entire family for no reason."

"No you didn't."

His eyebrows lifted in question, his emotions spiked wildly. Worry.

"You didn't kill Sasuke," I divulged, finally daring to say his name in Itachi's presence, proud of my minuscule courage.

"I mutilated his soul. That was satisfying enough," he amended dangerously, revealing nothing but hatred in his tone, but his heart told another tale. In the back of my mind I wondered what was with all of the inconsistencies when it came to Sasuke. But that could wait for another time.

He still hadn't answered any of my questions. I answered all of his, but he was putting up an impenetrable wall, as usual. But today, after being interrogated by my brother and watching the man I love stand by as I was nearly killed, I was not going to deal with any more of his nonsense.

"You're impossible." My head drooped, rubbing my temples as my head began to ache again, right behind the eyes.

He didn't answer at first. He was fuming, though he did a very good job of concealing it. He broke the silence, voice tense, "Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was trying to save you from myself."

Bird-like, my head popped back up and cocked to the side. "What do you mean?"

"I had recently killed my clan," he offered with no trace of emotion, "The blood on my hand was still warm from my mother and father's corpses. For a moment, the shortest second of my life, I lost control. I felt your little wrists crack like eggshells inside of my hands," he said, unfurling one big hand so he could glare at it, like the blood was still there. "At first I was horrified by my own actions, but afterward I decided it was better that way."

I flinched, maybe this was something I didn't want to know. My fantasy world where he just loved me was much better than the real world where my lover was totally unfazed by violence.

"This way you wouldn't feel compelled to forgive me," I watched his stoic eyes, the way they remembered that night. That one hand suddenly bunched into a tight fist, "I broke my own promise by making you my liaison."

"No, you broke it the first time you held a knife to my throat,"

He took a deep breath. He didn't want to talk about this anymore, "It felt easier to kill you than let you deal with the path I set out for you."

A bad taste entered my mouth at his explanation. The path he set out for me? Was all of this just some elaborately stacked plan?

"Yeah, but then I would be dead and that would be a pretty major flaw in your plan," I countered with a little smile. Itachi raised his eyes to meet mine, I watched as justifications passed through his mind.

"At the very least, you would not have been tied to me in any way," he reached out to touch my face with calloused fingertips.

I furrowed my brow and pushed his hand away. "'Tied' to you? What is that supposed to mean?"

I watched as the wheels turned behind his eyes, spinning at breakneck speeds. He was thinking of a believable explanation, but I knew better than to trust him when his veins pulsed that way. Hiruko was right. Itachi was deceitful. It came to him naturally. Before my mind could comprehend the motion, he reached out and pulled me into his chest, trapping me fully with a hand behind the nape of my neck, the other around my waist. He breathed gently over the shell of my ear, leaning his temple to mine.

"Because of me, you feel bound and trapped. You're willing to settle for this disjointed life instead of going after that dream of yours," he muttered into my hair. I felt his lips move against the very tip of my ear, the heat of his breath sent shivers down my spine. It was incredibly pleasant.

"I don't feel required to do anything. If I did, I'd do my best to ruin it, or did you forget that I'm incapable of following any form of order?" I kissed his collarbone, trying to lighten the mood a little.

He was ignoring me, looking out of the window with a look of disdain. I could sense a touch of gray sadness in his soul.

"What's wrong?'' I asked gently, hoping that the argument was over.

He took another breath, as if to calm down before releasing some evil demon from his mouth. "You are open with your Aburame friend, but you refuse to show your emotions around me. It's unfathomably frustrating."

Squirming, I managed to push myself an arms length away before tilting my head in confusion, "Wait. Hold up. Now you've lost me. I really don't know what you're talking about. Sora is just easy to talk to and you're…" I smiled at him sheepishly. "Well, you're just not."

That bothered him immensely; he shifted and looked to the wall again. I followed his eyes to the broken picture frame hung delicately at the foot of my bed.

"Since we were kids, I was always afraid of saying the wrong things around you," I explained slowly, the heat of a slight blush warmed my cheeks. His eyes flashed to mine. I answered his unasked question. "It's your face. Or maybe your general demeanor. Anyway, you just come off as disapproving all of the time. It makes people think that you're displeased with whatever we have to say."

He reached out and swept me into a gentle embrace before pressing a kiss to the ridge of my cheekbone. "Forgive me, it's unintentional."

I let out a tiny sigh of disapproval. "Why do you think I'm secretly sleeping with Sora? He's really not my type. Plus, we're both kind of seeing someone," I said, smiling a little with the slightest blush, not totally sure how he would take being lumped into the 'seeing someone' category.

"He released you from the hospital." He said this as if it was evidence.

I sat back and watched him carefully, sort of thinking he was joking. When he didn't lighten up at I all followed up with, "So?"

"He knew how to get here," His face maintained indifference as he spoke, "It was disconcerting to watch another man walk to your apartment as if he lives here. This place isn't particularly easy to find if you've never been here."

I rolled my eyes and smiled at my lover with dry humor, "Oh, right. He knows how to get to my apartment, not because he's my captain or anything, but because he's my boyfriend. That makes so much sense." I deadpanned. Itachi's eyes hardened then narrowed toward the window as if he was going to jump out of it and try to kill Sora all over again.

"I'm joking, relax. Hopefully the only person I'll ever sleep with is you," I assured, running a finger through his longer bangs. I wondered if he was planning to let it grow, he looked sexy with long hair.

His outwardly indiscriminant emotions shifted slightly. The air around him seemed to spark, "Hopefully?"

Ugh. Bad wording, "I mean you can't plan for everything. What if some dashingly handsome rich guy proposes to me on the street? You can't say no to a deal like that!" I laughed, crawling a soft hand over his larger, rougher one as it reached around my lower back possessively.

"So, am I a placeholder for someone else now?"

I rolled my eyes as he threw my own words back at me, "No you're not," I said, "you're the only one, ever."

"That's not what you said last night," he said flatly, a memory of some sort flitted over his expresison.

"I didn't see you last night so I don't know where you would get that idea."

"I'm the only reason you made it to the hospital before bleeding out from the hemorrhaging in your brain."

"Oh, ha-ha, you must be mistaking me for your other girlfriend," I joked, poking him on the nose, he batted my fingers away before taking them in his own hand.

"Ah yes, the other one. She slips my mind from time to time. It must have been an oversight considering I do not currently have a girlfriend," his playful tone was laced with a dare. It was one of those awkward conversation starters that people use when they want to talk about something without saying it out right. I was impressed that he didn't have a sneakier way of bringing up the 'girlfriend' conversation than that.

With a furrowed brow I teased, "Well what would you call me? Your hooker? Oh, never mind. People actually pay them. I'm free of charge."

"No, you're not a hooker. Though I wouldn't put it out of the question, considering your," his jaw tightened, a note of anger seeped into his baritone, "line of work,"

Rude! I narrowed my eyes at him as he leaned back against my futon, awaiting my retort.

"And what is that supposed to mean exactly?"

His black coal eyes darkened as he searched my face. He didn't even have to speak. I could see the answer in his face.

He knew about my assassinations. Crap.

"How do you know about that?" I asked quietly, not wanting to provoke him any further.

"One of the younger Akatsuki saw you," he closed his eyes as I watched his jugular pulse quicken. "He then proceeded to appraise your every detail. I was wondering how your fighting style became so fluid. Ayumi's title as a master of her art tells me that you are likely training as her disciple."

I bit my lip. He was really upset about this. It was even showing through his emotional blockade. I was unused to feeling this much anger from him. It was beginning to affect me. If I wasn't careful it could cause me to go off my rocker.

"Yes, I was. But I stopped doing assassinations. They bothered me too much," I explained as gently as possible.

"I'm sure they did," he said emphatically. He folded his tense forearms over his chest and shifted a shoulder. "You, a woman who wears massive scarves to cover your body from vague observations of strangers, somehow gained the bravado to strip."

"They were missions. What would you have done?" I was growing more frustrated as his accusations surmounted. What did he think? That I wanted to do those things? That I wanted that life? He was the one who pushed me into that world in the first place. It was all a welcomed distraction at the time. Ayumi was simply my guide to accomplish those missions successfully.

"Missions always include options. Ayumi chose to put you in that position," before I could defend my master he continued, "Do you know how many times that fool brought up this striking white goddess?" Itachi bristled as he tried to slow his own breathing, "It was enough to kill someone."

The threat made me flinch. I didn't know if he intended to kill the Akatsuki guy, or me. 'Striking white goddess' was a pretty excellent compliment, though. I fiddled my hands nervously, "I'm sorry."

"Insincerity is unbecoming of you," he snapped, black diamond eyes sharp as knives.

"But, I am sorry," I leaned closer, "Not for taking those missions, because gods know I needed the distraction. But I'm sorry for how they made you feel. I didn't think that you would ever find out, and at the time I was under the impression that you wouldn't care even if you had."

"That's telling of your character," he said frankly. From anyone else's mouth it wouldn't have sounded insulting. But with Itachi speaking, anything could sound like an insult.

Well, that was hurtful. I recoiled a little and hugged my knees to my chest. He was really angry with me, and I wasn't entirely sure how to react. Normally, I was the one yelling and losing my mind at him, so this was a whole new world. I tried to avoid his eyes, but something kept dragging them back to his dark, angry expression. He was like an entirely different person when he was angry.

"You know, I never would have done any of that if you hadn't lost your mind in the first place," I accused, trying to push the blame. As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them.

"The way we react to tragedy paints a picture of who we are as people. I suffered after I killed my clan in my own way. You became someone else entirely," he took a breath, trying to push some memory away. "Do you even know who you are anymore?"

I was beyond tears at this point. His words were shards of glass that constantly embedded themselves in my heart. At this point my heart was more glass than muscle. I was silent for a few long moments, trying to calm myself before responding with the first angry comment that came to mind, which was, 'go fuck yourself'.

But I couldn't do this again. I couldn't be the complacent little girl anymore. I couldn't hold the words back any longer, I didn't care how much they hurt him.

"I know exactly who I am. Here's a thought. Maybe I didn't know who I was back when we first met. Perhaps this deadly assassin lurking behind my 'innocent' walls is who I was meant to be." I jerked into a standing position and paced the room, his eyes followed me vaguely out of the corner of my eye. "I sure as hell had no idea that the person who would ruin my god damned life lived just below the surface of your well constructed façade of sweet adoration and acceptance. You were everything I wanted back then and I fell for your little act like a pathetic little school girl," I growled each word. Itachi's left eye twitched.

"It wasn't an act," he promised, eyes drifting to the moon as it rose through the windowpane, growing steadily more discouraged with each syllable.

I cocked an eyebrow, "Oh, yeah, sure."

His eyes snapped to mine, "Trust me."

"I love you, yes. But I can not trust you. I never will, and that is your fault," my hands were shaking as I threw them about to emphasize my words, "It's like you want me to die just to avoid dealing with your own fucked up issues. I know you're hiding something, so man up and fucking deal with it because I am done being tossed to the gutter like some piece of trash!"

Quiet stillness crystallized the night air leaving us unsure of what to say next. I breathed heavily, evenly. I just ran passed that line in the sand that he was daring me to cross. He was provoking me into this lathered anger. This was all intentional, just like everything always was with Itachi.

Silently as a shadow, he stood and took two long strides toward me before grabbing the front of my shirt. He took another step forward, pressing me back step by step, until I was pinned to the wall. I felt reds, greens and blacks flowing off of him like wild birds in flight. My heart fluttered like beating wings. I was so angry. I was so in love. I was so done.

Something inside told me that I needed to get away. Now. I squirmed and pressed my cheek to the wall as he leaned in until his face was only inches from mine. I felt his chest rise and fall against mine in heavy breaths as his irate blood pressure spiked.

"You are really beginning to tick me off," he growled through his teeth, his breath heated the fine hairs along the tip of my ear zipping electricity down the back of my neck. The calm, easy going Itachi was not here. Someone else inhabited his body. Someone cruel and uncontrollably enraged.

I swallowed hard. This was bad. I lost control and said the wrong things to a mass murderer. Sometimes I was so stupid. Everyone was right. I lacked all forms of self-preservation. I closed my eyes and waited for death.

"Look at me," he demanded with darkness in his deep voice. Anxiously, I obeyed, hoping it would help alleviate the tension.

It didn't.

His hand gripped my shirt until it began biting against the back of my neck painfully.

"You're hurting me," I whispered, wishing I could just disappear, wishing that I knew what catalyst ignited this terrifying reaction.

"You should be used to that by now," his eyes were what frightened me most. More menacing than ever. This time, he was intending to scare me. He was trying to make me understand that I had no place to question him. That I was supposed to be a complacent little ninja in his schemes. But, it was my place to question him. He thought he could push me around and bend me to his will, but I was not going to fall anymore if he wasn't even trying to catch me.

Tingling nerves deep in my heart alerted me when Itachi's lips brushed against my temple, "If I wanted you dead, a black memorial stone would be the only remnant of your pretty little skull."

Shuttering, I squeezed myself against the wall. I bit my lip to keep myself from speaking. A small squeak vibrated my throat. Itachi slammed his palm next to my head, denting the wall. I flinched, my eyes shut. His nails dragged the paint, which scratched into a starburst pattern as it flaked to the ground.

His lips crushed mine. His hand flexed into a fist and he punched it to the wall several times, lightly as if giving up. The other hand ran down my face then cupped the back of my head, deepening the contact as the tip of his tongue forced my lips apart so he could take my lower lip between his teeth. A quiet whimper came from somewhere inside. Somewhere dark.

Tears formed behind my tightly squeezed eyes. I twisted in his grip and turned my face against the wall.

"Please stop," I sobbed in a choked whisper.

Afraid of him in a way I hadn't experienced yet, I became a statue. Hot kissed trailed the side of my jaw to a spot just below my ear that sent sinful shivers down my spine. Each action was mechanical and stiff. When his hand grabbed at the side of my skirt, my eyes flew open. "Itachi!"

He shot back, eyes wide and alarmed when they found mine in the dark. He closed them tightly before pressing his head against the wall over my right shoulder. After a few deep breaths, he looked at me with so much sadness. I looked him over carefully. His lips were drawn, face pale and the under sides of his eyes were a blackish, deep purple, like someone had punched him out. I hadn't noticed how sick he looked because I was busy giving him shit. Guilt pitted my stomach and my head bowed forward until it met his clavicle. We were both so wretched, so tired of fighting.

He kissed the top of my head and held that position, hot wet drops fell through my matted hair until they reached my scalp. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for everything," he repeated again and again into my hair, his throat sounded tight with remorse. I wouldn't say it out loud, but I forgave him. We were both in an awful place right now. I was just happy to finally hear him say he was sorry.

Again, I swallowed, still scared of the significantly larger man pinning himself against me. Sensing that fear, he leaned back. Our eyes met somewhere in between. I looked away. With his index and thumb he pinched my chin, forcing me to keep my head squared. I shut my eyes so I didn't have to look at him. His forehead touched mine gently, whispering into the small space, "Forgive me, Katsue."

I avoided his request. I couldn't feel forgiving right now. All I had was shaking adrenaline. My broken voice came through my slightly swollen lips, "What's wrong you?"

Even breathing blew the hair on top of my head. "Hiruko told me some things that I'd rather not discuss any further tonight." He said this lamely. Even he knew it was no excuse.

I couldn't make myself speak. My head was spinning. Hiruko had done the same to me. He had reminded me of all of Itachi's awful actions just to make me upset. Maybe he had done the same to Itachi.

"Yeah, he told me some things too," I rasped, my throat was still dry from the adrenaline rush.

Itachi held me tight enough to know he was there, but loose enough that if I wanted, I could get away, "Let's never do that again," Itachi breathed in my ear, pleadingly so.

Smiling, I leaned heavily against him, wrapping my arms around the barrel of his chest. I pressed my lips to the side of his neck before whispering, "Agreed."

His emotions opened into clearer ones, the tone of the room brightened a little. His entire appearance changed.

Somehow I was then straddling Itachi on the floor as his hands roughly dug their fingertips into the bottoms of my tights. They pierced the fabric just as I untied his pants and yanked them down. Without warning, Itachi thrust himself inside of me in one hard movement. I squealed, but his lips muted the sound as he took hold of my hips and picked up a hard, fast pace. I tried to keep up, but it felt so good that all I could do was bite into his shoulder and try not to scream.

One set of fingers tore at the opening in my leggings as the other held my hips upright. I ran a hand along the hem of his shirt and felt for his well-formed stomach and chest, caressing each hard ridge and crevasse delicately. I kissed his lips and tangled my other hand into his black hair, gripping a handful to maintain my balance. He reacted by shifting his weight to one side to flip me on my back without losing our intense pace.

Bang, bang, bang. Someone knocked hard and loud at the front door.

Groaning in frustration, I felt Itachi release with a breathy, exasperated, groan before disappearing. My fingers dragged across the imprint left by his knees. They clenched in frustration as I was left to deal with the intrusion by myself. Grumbling obscenities into the darkness, I threw on a fluffy pink robe and went to the door. I tried to look sleepy, probably unsuccessfully.

When I opened the door, one of my favorite black haired kids was standing there with an annoyed look on his face. I felt conflict and anger coming off of him in barrels full, but I was seriously not in a mood to deal with any midnight visitors after tonight's tumultuous activities.

"Can I help you, sweetie?" I asked flatly, face unmoving so he would understand how unwelcome this infraction truly was. The "sweetie" just kind of slipped in, I'm not entirely sure why.

Those eyes were darker than Itachi's. His older brother's were the same dark ink blot color, but they were somehow soft. Sasuke's were anything but soft. They were angry, hateful even. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets with the moonlight glinting off of his perfect Uchiha face. "Tell me everything you know about the Uchiha clan."

My head dropped to my chest. No more foreplay, Fate, just kill me now.