Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. However, I claim full ownership to Akako
Title: Blood of My Aneki
Parings: ItaSasu, NaruHina, KakaIru, LeeSaku, KibaShino, ShikaIno
Warning: Yaoi, murder, psychopaths, blood, the usual
Author's Note: Kisame will be appearing stupid and an idiot in this fic, simply because I don't like him and think his personality is somewhat blunt
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-On a plane going to Tokyo, Japan-
Uchiha Itachi had never been one to make mistakes. He was a prodigy, someone who knew exactly what he was doing. He never messed up. He had no regrets about his decisions.
Except for this one.
When he had joined the Akatsuki, they had said he'd be going on various assassination missions, stealing powerful/forbidden scrolls and getting the Kyuubi.
They had never said anything about getting on a public plane with the other members and flying to Tokyo, Japan.
"Sir, please sit down!"
"No! Not until I get my chum!"
"Sir, you're disturbing the people around you!"
"Like I give a fuck about the people I'm sitting around!"
Itachi groaned and slumped in his seat. He had known that Kisame might cause some trouble on the plane, but he had never expected this. His partner had received lunch and started yelling at the top of his lungs when it wasn't what he wanted. Itachi swore under his breath as Kisame called the flight attendant a bitch. Did the shark man really expect them to have chum on an airplane?
"I'm not calming down until I get my chum!" Kisame yelled.
"Sir, what exactly is chum anyway?"
"Shark bait. Puréed raw fish."
Deep breath Itachi, deep breaths. Don't kill him; it's his nature to act stupid…
"Sir, why in the world would you want to have chum for your lunch?!"
"Because it tastes good!"
Deep breaths…
"Itachi-kun? Are you alright? You sound like you're hyperventilating."
Itachi stopped taking deep breaths and glared at the man sitting beside him.
"Don't call me Itachi-kun," he growled. "I hate it when people call me that. You know that, Orochimaru."
Orochimaru smirked. "What, can't I call an old friend by formal term?" he asked.
"The formal term is san, and no, you can't. Why are you even here helping with this stupid mission anyway? You left the organization," Itachi said.
"Well, when Bairai-sama asked me too come back and help with this mission, I couldn't say no, now could I?"
Itachi scowled. "You always hated Bairai-sama. Why would you listen to him now?" he asked bitterly. He too hated Bairai, one of the Akatsuki bosses, so talking about him made Itachi sour.
"Well, it was such a wonderful offer, it'd have been a shame to decline," Orochimaru said simply, as though this were the most obvious thing in the world.
Itachi snorted.
"Well, alright so he gave me $5,000,000 yen as payment."
"But of course, you aren't getting paid for doing the mission, just for coming."
"Actually I'm getting paid for both."
Itachi growled menacingly. It figured that Orochimaru would be getting paid double. The snake bastard had always found ways to get more money than the rest of them on missions.
A smirk tugged at Orochimaru's lips as he watched the Uchiha grow more miserable by the minute. He vaguely wondered if there was any way to make Itachi's flight even more horrible without looking like he was trying to make it that way.
"Sir, please put down that knife! You'll hurt someone!"
"That's the idea, you idiotic whore!"
Orochimaru winced. Alright, so maybe he could sympathize a little with Itachi. After all, Kisame was the older Uchiha's partner, and therefore somewhat his responsibility.
Itachi sunk even further into his chair as Kisame and the flight attendant continued to fight. He glanced heaven ward. What in hell's name did I do to deserve this?!? He mentally yelled. Apart from kill my clan, become a missing-nin, mentally torture Sasuke, and otherwise become the ultimate villain… Never mind.
"Sir, are you TRYING to hurt someone be waving that knife around?!"
"Yes, as a matter a fact, I am!"
"WHAT?!"
Itachi finally gave into his distress and let his head fall with a loud "whump!" onto his tray.
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-Tokyo Airport, Customs-
"Sir, why are you carrying all of these knives with you?! Are you a terrorist?!"
"Of sorts, yes."
Itachi's day had not improved since he had stepped off the plane. In fact, if anything, it had gotten worse. It turned out that Kisame had been carrying all his weapons with him on the plane, even though he had been told not to bring any. All weapons would be provided for the Akatsuki, and any special weapons, such as Kisame's samehade, would be specially transported. Although how Kisame got past the first airport's security, Itachi would never know, but it hadn't gotten past this airport and now mayhem was starting.
"Hey! Quit waving that around, ya freak!" yelled some tourist to Kisame, who happened to be swinging a kunai. Kisame glared at him before charging.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!" he screamed.
Itachi buried his face in his hands. I don't care what they pay me; I'm NOT going to work with him on this mission, no matter how important it is!!!!!
Itachi wasn't the only Akatsuki member who was thinking something along these lines. The other seven had various twitching body parts; some eyes, some fingers, some feet, as thought they just wanted to go over and kill Kisame.
"Well, it took you long enough to get here. Didn't we tell you to catch the midnight flight?" a sharp voice said behind Itachi.
The members of the Akatsuki (minus Kisame) turned to look at their head boss, Bairai. He was wearing a crisp back suit and tie, making him look like a normal business man rather than the head of a criminal organization.
"The midnight flight was too late. We wouldn't have a lot of energy to fight off someone that might find out what we're up too," Kabuto said. "Speaking of which; you never did tell us what this mission was about."
"I'll tell you at the hotel. Where's Kisame?" asked Bairai
"At customs," said Itachi.
"Well, someone go… get…," Bairai started. He was, however, meet with eight of the deadliest glares ever known to the face of the planet . He froze momentarily from fear, and then recomposed himself.
"Why won't you go get him? We need everyone for this mission!" he said firmly, despite the fact that he just wanted to curl up into a ball and hide from these eight powerful ninja's.
"Because the idiot didn't listen when you said not to pack weapons. He's been stopped because he was carrying his stuff with him," Itachi said flatly. "Double our pay for this mission, and then maybe we'll consider going to get him."
Bairai's eyes narrowed. What did he have to do to get that idiotic shark to understand him?! Pound him on the head with a hammer?!
"Whatever. We'll get him later. Everyone else, come with me." Bairai motioned toward the way to the exit. "We've got a car waiting outside."
The eight members followed him, trying their very best to ignore Kisame's screaming at security that he'd drown them all with a jutsu if they didn't leave him alone.
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-Akasaka Prince Hotel, Tokyo, Japan-
Perhaps it the fact that Itachi was so used to the forest, or maybe it was because he didn't like the color, or even that he just KNEW that Bairai was trying to show off the fact that he had mass amounts of money at his disposal. Whatever the reason, Itachi stared at his room in disgust. It was white (Itachi HATED white), with a blue carpet and a gray couch in one corner. A white table sat in front of the couch, and to the left of it a white desk with a navy blue swivel chair. In between the two sat a white end table with a lamp resting upon it. The actual bedroom didn't make the Uchiha any happier. It was a classic futon bad with white sheets and two white end tables at either side. Two lamps were above the end tables with bowl shaped glass shades.
"Well, do you like it?"
Itachi turned to stare at Bairai with a look of pure loathing on his face. Bairai knew that the members hated any kind of very public hotel because it was very hard to conceal your identity with so many people about. And being criminals, that was exactly what they needed to do.
"It'll do," Itachi said, purposely letting his voice drop a few notches to show that he actually didn't like it. He saw Bairai flinch slightly and suppressed a smirk with difficulty.
"Well, that's good. You'll be staying here for the whole mission. You'll find out exactly what you're doing tonight at dinner. Room 3535, 35th floor. It's a private room, so we don't need to worry about being over heard," Bairai stated in a typical business like fashion that was trying to make Itachi intimidated by saying that he knew exactly what was going on and the Uchiha didn't. Itachi was not impressed. He glared at Bairai, a signal to stop acting like an idiot, or someone was going to get a broken jaw. Bairai caught the glare, and dropped his facade.
"You can pick up your weapons in a little shop near the outskirts of town. It called "Weapons and Ammo." It's rum by a short black haired man with a scar running down the left side of his face. His name's Izzy-"
"Izzy?" Itachi repeated.
"He's half Japanese, half American. Anyway, to get to his shop you just have to walk straight down the street, take a left at the third stop light, a right at the second stop sign, and then another right at the convenient store. It should be at the end of the street."
"What do I do if someone's in there?" Itachi asked.
"There won't be. Izzy's not that well known. The only reason I found out about him was from an associate of mine here in Tokyo. He's really a sucker for money, so he'll take any deal he can get. Don't worry about him. And another thing, in this city, none of you are wanted criminals, so try and keep it that way." Bairai paused, as if to see if Itachi had any questions. When the Sharingan user remained silent, he said, "Well, that's all for now. Good day, Uchiha-san." Bairai turned and left the room.
Itachi looked outside the window. It was raining. He opened his bag and pulled out a pair of black jeans, black long sleeve shirt and socks. He also got a pair of sneakers and navy blue windbreaker, seeing as he didn't have a rain coat. He quickly changed into these items, and then went out, stopping only for a minute when Orochimaru told him to were those clothes more often. They made him look hot. The Sennin went back to his room with two black eyes and a severe nose bleed.
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-Outside Weapons and Ammo shop-
Itachi could see why Izzy wasn't well known. His shop was dingy and small, with a small array of guns in the window. It sure as hell wasn't the fanciest shop Itachi had seen, but this was where his weapons resided, so he went inside.
The inside if the shop was actually quite a surprise. It was clean, with a variety of different weapons on the walls and in the glass counter upon which the cash register rested. There were Katana's in one corner, and medieval swords next to them. Various guns that needed something close to an FBI licenses hung on some shelves on the east wall. Bo staffs, comas, nunchucks and an assortment of other weapons Itachi had never seen before were all over the place. In the glass counter there were kunai, shuriken, senbon, daggers, hand guns and a few fancy Katana's made to look like that of a shogun. It was actually quite a good shop.
"Can I help you, sir?" a squeaky voice said to the left of Itachi.
The Uchiha looked over to see a man of Izzy's description standing with a Sig Sauer in his hands.
"I'm here to pick up some weapons that were supposed to be delivered early this morning," Itachi replied. Izzy smiled.
"Ah, you must be one of Bairai's boys. Just a second." He shuffled off, going through a door which obviously led to a back room. He returned a few minutes later with an armful of weapons. He laid them out on the counter. "Now, which one's are yours?" the weapons dealer asked.
Itachi picked out his shuriken holster, katana, and two daggers.
"Those are some really well made weapons," Izzy commented. "They're made with strong metals. You're lucky to have such fine weapons. Where did you get them?"
Itachi blinked. "Um, at a store in a town that's not well known. Konoha, ever heard of it?" he asked.
Izzy shook his head.
"Hey, Izzy, are my weap-" a voice in the doorway said.
Itachi spun on his heel. He hadn't even noticed that this person had entered, and when he saw them he got an even bigger shock.
Standing in the doorway was an almost mirror image of himself. It was a girl, with the same raven black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her neck. She had pale skin and stood at 5' 8". Her face was looked exactly like his, right down to the two lines on her face. The only difference was that her eyes were ebony black. But still, that had been Itachi's original eye color before the Sharingan permanently remained there. She was even wearing virtually the same outfit, except it was a short sleeve shirt and baggy cargo pants.
After a few moments, Itachi realized he was staring. He turned away quickly, not wanting to look rude. There was something very familiar about this girl, something he couldn't place. It was as though he had meet her briefly and simply put her to the back of his mind.
The girl was just kind of standing in the doorway, unsure of whether or not to speak. Finally she said, "Am I interrupting something?"
Itachi's head shot back to her. Even the timber of her voice was similar, except that it was more feminine and a few notches higher in pitch. It was silent for another few seconds, before Izzy said, "No, of course not, Akako-san. Actually I was just finishing up with this young man."
Akako… The name didn't ring any bells. But still Itachi could not shake the feeling that he had meet this girl somewhere before. But that was stupid, he had never meet anyone by the name of Akako, and sure as hell hadn't ever met anyone that looked so like himself…
"Sir? Did you hear me?"
Itachi spun to look at Izzy. "No, I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?" he said.
"I said your weapons are ready to go," the small shopkeeper said. He handed Itachi a long narrow package and a shorter, more rectangular one. Itachi took them silently, racking his brain, trying to find something that might identify the familiar feeling that kept pulsing in the air. But none came. He vaguely heard Izzy say that Bairai had already paid for shipping, so there was no fee. Itachi just nodded. Then he turned towards the door, walking at the girl, who stepped aside to let him through.
As he passed her, he got a good sense of her chakra. He almost dropped the packages at what feed back he got. Her chakra was similar to his, as was her scent. Itachi wordlessly left the store, still wondering, Who is that girl? And why do a feel as though I know her?
He began walking back to the hotel, question upon question racking his brain; something that had not happened in a VERY long time.
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-Izzy's Shop-
Akako had not thought anyone would be at Izzy's shop that day. It was raining, and most people didn't go out. Of course it helped that Izzy wasn't widely known among people, but that was half the reason Akako chose Izzy. He was a small timer, and that meant that her weapons were probably safer in his hands than a big gamer who would want to keep them all to themselves.
She walked up to the counter and was about to talk when Izzy cut her off.
"No need to ask, Akako-san. I have your things ready," he said with a smile. He went off to the back room.
Akako took the chance to look at some of the shuriken in the glass case. Izzy always had quality weapons, not like those big organizations that cared only that people bought their weapons and not that the product probably wouldn't last two seconds in use. That was another reason she chose Izzy to take care of her stuff. He made sure it was properly taken care of. And then there was the fact that Izzy actually cared about the weapons. He was very gentle with them, and never in the five years that Akako had known him had Izzy ever damaged a weapon. In fact, whatever cracks or dents might be found, he fixed free of charge. Akako grinned. Honestly, she didn't know why Izzy didn't go to L.A. to become a props specialist. He'd make good money with his knowledge of this stuff.
"Here you go Akako-san," Izzy said as he laid her things on the counter. It was a long narrow package, wrapped in black cloth. Akako carefully unrolled the cloth to reveal a katana. It had a black sheath, with a silver end and three red silk cloths tied near the top in an interesting pattern. She pulled the sword out of its sheath.
The sword was three feet long, the steel that made its blade shining like silver, which was what the kashira and tsuba were made of (1). The handle cloth was red, and the tsuba was a circling dragon that's feet and head connected it to the sword. Akako smiled.
"Perfect. You did a great job, Izzy," she said. She placed the sword back in its sheath, rolled it back up in the black cloth and then pointed at the senbon in the counter. "Can I get ten of those? I gave some to the students at the Martial Arts school and so I'm running low."
Izzy nodded and pulled ten senbon out of the case, placing them in a box and then on the counter. He rung the price up on the register. "That'll be 3,800 yen."
Akako handed him the money and left.
As she walked back toward her apartment, her thought's drifted back to the young man in the shop. He had looked so much like her, and she had gotten such a strong sense of familiarity bombarding her senses she almost collapsed. She had always been prone to picking up emotions or feelings like that, but could never explain why until a few years ago when…
Akako stopped and looked at the sky. It was a dreary day. She didn't feel like bothering her head with thoughts that would make her sad. She continued walking, decided to but a C.D on the way home. Linkin Park had a new one that she wanted.
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(1) Kashira is the metal ant the end of the handle, and tsuba is the circular part the separates the blade from the handle
Pyro: My hands hurt…
Itachi: This is only seven pages! How can your hands hurt?!
Pyro: I was typing for three hours straight…
Itachi: --UUUUUUU Idiot…
Pyro: And my back hurts from slouching too much…
Itachi: So sit up straight
Akako: You never sit up straight
Itachi: Shut up