He'd saved so many worlds. So many fictional worlds indistinguishable from reality with health bars and sword magic. Whether this world was saved or destroyed... At this point, it didn't matter. For the sweet embrace of death, the immortal soul dwelling within Uchiha Sasuke's indestructible body was willing to do anything.

Intelligence was a stat. Charisma was a stat. Luck was a stat. All these numbers congealed to form a path and the world marched down it steadily. Victory goes to the one who calculates the farthest down the winding little lane. This world may have a fancy interface, fantastical creatures and larger-than-life heroes but it was business and politics as usual.

The flame danced merrily in her hand, as hot and alive as any other yet people claimed it false for they thought it a 'mere' genjutsu. She giggled. Idiots. They were as false as this flame and so was this world. "You're crazy. Insane. Completely and utterly bonkers," they claimed. She laughed. "I am not insane! The world is insane!"

Itachi was Ninja, a tool that followed his master's orders. As a tool, his will was his master's. And as a tool, his only freedom was choosing his master. He had to have something, someone to follow or he had no purpose and a tool with no purpose was worth less than dirt. And right before him she stood. The only person insane and brilliant enough to make world peace come true.

Kisame finally found a village he hated more than Kiri. He wondered how people with such fancy eyes could be so blind. Why couldn't anyone see her tears? Fem!Itachi. Can be taken as Kisaita/Itakisa.

In which Senju Tsunade takes up the office after the Yondaime's death and makes the creepy little Uchiha Heir her assistant. Uchiha Itachi dealt with the job as he did with everything; a little too well. Damn, where on earth did he put her secret stash of sake and how the hell did he manage to find so much paperwork?