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Merry Christmas all! I have the second last chapter of the story n.n! So, enjoy.

Chapter Seven

"Right. Change into the most violent image you can think of."

"Alright!"

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"Sakura…" Kakashi said, sighing, "A cockroach is not the most violent thing you can think of." His gaze turned to Sasuke, "Neither is toothpaste."

The pair, who had attempted to turn into the scariest things they could think of. Sakura had always been afraid of bugs, so she'd automatically transformed into that, while Sasuke had a phobia of toothpaste. Itachi had jammed it up his nose every day since he was five, up until he'd left.

"… Forget it. Just shove on these wigs and contacts."

Of course, knowing Kakashi, it left them all – but Itachi – looking like hippies.

It surprised Kakashi just how casual the workshop sign up was. He'd half expected to have to sneak into classes, but a man had hit him in the head with the signing board. All three signed their names, changing them of course, using nicknames like 'Marmalade', 'Cockroach', and 'Would-somebody-please-make-Itachi-stop-chewing-on-my-ear-lobe'.

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"I'm going to scope around a bit." Sakura whispered, leaving the group and ignoring Kakashi's original plot of 'sticking together'. After all, her disguise was genius! Who'd suspect her?

The place was average, the classes each being held in old cells. Sakura discovered that some of the criminals were boarding there, and that seemed rather ironic to her. Perhaps it was some genius plan to trap S Class Criminals without the trouble of chasing them? Who knew.

She edged her way down the corridor, looking at the various name plaques on the walls. There were ones she registered, and she realised that almost all of Akatsuki were attending, which was probably why Tsunade had sent Naruto away on a holiday at just the right moment.

"This place seems okay… wait… you're kidding…" She stood transfixed, staring at one particular door. It read; Uchiha Itachi. "Wait if he's…"

"Do you need something?"

Sakura whirled around, her surprised glance falling upon the stoic looking Uchiha.

"O-Oh, y-you followed me." Sakura stuttered. This was Itachi after all, the one and the same insane little dipshit that had appeared on Sasuke's doorstep without any warning… wasn't it? "Sh-Shouldn't you be with Sasuke?"

Itachi raised his eyebrow.

"S-Sasuke will be worried if you stay a-away for to long, I-Itachi."

"Worried…?" Itachi muttered offhandedly, before sighing dramatically, rubbing his temple. That could only mean one thing – Alex, that stupid moronic girl, was still alive. Not only that, but it seemed that Sasuke had gotten attached to her. He paused for a moment, his brain working slowly before…

"CRAP!"

Sakura jumped four feet at Itachi's sudden outburst. He was now slapping himself, obviously irritated, in the forehead.

"You." He stated, grabbing her upper arm, "In here."

Sakura didn't even have time to think before she was thrust in the direction of Itachi's room.

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I don't see him! Alex realised sadly, now rocking back and forth on a chair.

"Itachi… so glad of you to join us." The Workshop host muttered, walking through the door.

Upon hearing her Masters name, Alex jumped up, and attached herself firmly to the arm of the lady, attempting to gnaw it off for no particular reason.

"Now then." She said, ignoring her tag along, "Would somebody tell me what you want to achieve out of life?"

Itachi promptly let go the lady's arm, sitting on the chair beside her. He raised his hand. "Me! Me! Pick me! I wanna win a gold fish! Me!"

"… Anybody other than Itachi…? Fine. Itachi, what do you want to achieve out of your bleak, non-existent, pathetic, over-rated life?"

"I WANT TO RULE THE WORLD WITH ITACHI-SAMA, then I want to eat ICE-CREAM with Itachi-sama, then I want to MARRY Itachi-sama! We'd have children, and I've already named them. Wanna know what?… of course you do! I calledededed them – Itachi the Second, Itachi the Third, Itachi the Fourth and BRUCE!" Itachi finished talking, now sitting on his chair like a cat, and rocking back and forth.

Great. The lady, for the sake of my imagination we will call Lady, sighed, The moron wants to marry himself.

Sasuke blushed from embarrassment; "Nii-chan…"

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"…" Sakura sat silently on what she presumed was Itachi's bed, watching him walk back and forth in annoyance. He obviously wasn't thinking straight. Finally, when he realised he was in the presence of Sakura – who he'd completely forgotten about – he straightened up and corrected his posture and stare, pushing the hair back from his face.

"What," he stated firmly, "the hell are you doing here."

"W-What do you mean, Itachi? Ts-Tsunade gave us the mission, remember? Unless… no way. You're not Itachi?"

"Do I look like a stand in to you?" Itachi asked menacingly, boring into Sakura with his Sharingan eyes. Now that he thought about it, the Itachi that was with Sasuke never had his Sharingan on…

"No way. You mean… that you're the real Itachi?"

"No shit Sherlock." Itachi stated irritably, taking the chair next to his desk, "What am I going to do…" His eyes strayed towards Sakura, who now was feeling highly threatened. She was in a room, alone, with the Uchiha murderer…

"Are you… going to… kill me?"

Itachi, who was tapping his fingers against the desk in thought, paused, and stood, opening the draw.

This is it. Sakura thought sadly, In that draw is some kind of weapon or poison or something… Eh? That doesn't look like a weapon! Sakura blinked, completely bewildered with Itachi approached her.

"Join me for a game of Chinese checkers?"