Her family & friends. The life she had lived for twenty years. Hell, she couldn't even remember her name. Wasure, Memori. Blank Slate. How fitting a name for someone who couldn't remember a single thing about themself. Except for the pain as the blade sunk into her flesh, the release she felt as her blood flowed from the wound. Except for those green eyes and that pure white hair.

They were mercilessly accused of something they didn't do. Itachi accepted his punishment while Shiori was sentenced life in prison. Once she escapes to kill Itachi, she's helplessly drawn into the Akatsuki's void of false promises and hopes.

Only two things matter in Harusame- speed & control. But as Itachi sat in the backseat, feeling her lips glide down his throat, he figured that it wasn't too bad to lose control every once in a while.