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Chapter 2

During the days, YeHua worked in the medicine shop with her grandfather; during the night, she scrubbed counters in the bar that she luckily found. Every week, the bartender gave YeHua a paycheck for her work, and every week, she felt the load of the debt being lifted.

The only strange thing was that the red eyed man and Kisame was no where to be seen. YeHua could still vaguely remember those blood red eyes. She sighed. So much blood must have been shed while staring into those eyes. The thought makes her shudder.

YeHua stood up from the place on the counter where she was daydreaming. Her fingers ran across the smooth limestone. "I guess I won't have to wipe this part of," she murmured, looking into the smooth surface of the clean-cut stone. Her face looked back at her in a wavy form. She couldn't make out her nose, mouth, or eyes. The only thing that was clear was her white hair. They seemed to change colors; gone with the dirty grayish color. Now, they were pure white, white as snow. Her fingers ran through the tangled tresses. That's strange…

There was a rustle of noise. It sounded like the bar door opening. A startling thought swept over YeHua. The bar was closed, the bartender had gone home. She was the only person left, cleaning up and in charge of locking the doors. Who could be in the room? Her back was to the door so she couldn't see. Slowly, she bent her knees, so her figure would be hidden by the counter. Listening and trying to slow her breathing, YeHua reached up and slid a cutting knife off the counter and onto her open hand. There were two people, so it couldn't have been the bartender, coming back to check on her.

Her heart sped up. She was alone; alone with two people who she probably doesn't know. What to do? What to do? YeHua's mind raced to think up of a way to escape this predicament.

She looked around franticly in search of any means of exit, but the open door was the only way out. There was a rustle coming from the two intruders. It sounded like robes brushing against the floor. The sound moved closer to the far corner of the room, opposite of where YeHua was. This is my chance. She crawled from her hiding place quickly and started to crawl to the open door. So closer…

Something in the back to her mind told her to get up and jump. It was as though something clicked; something that she had to do. Her body reacted by itself. There was a whooshing sound. YeHua closed her eyes. Unexpectedly, she felt no pain, only a rush of air surrounding her and then her feet touching the ground.

She opened her eyes and looked back. There, stood a dumbfounded Kisame and an impressed looking red eyed man. Kisame held a huge knife in his hands.

"I almost killed you," said Kisame, shocked.

"Kisame, we need to talk…alone," said the red eyed man, somewhat angry. He pulled Kisame to the corner and whispered, "You know that you almost killed her."

"Sorry Itachi," murmured Kisame.

Itachi glared at him.

"I didn't mean to," Kisame added.

Itachi stared. "You know what would happen if your Samehada had hit her."

"Yes Itachi, I know."

"Hmm…" Itachi turned around to face YeHua. "Stay," he commanded.

YeHua took a few steps towards the door. "Did I just avoid that knife thingy?" she asked, frightened.

Itachi closed his eyes. What a foolish girl. "Yes."

"Err…" To YeHua, neither Neither Kisame nor the red eyed man looked like good people. So, like most people would do, she ran. She ran blind sighted down the slippery streets. A blur flew past her ankle. There was suddenly a feeling that YeHua never felt before. Red liquid shot up from where the black blur once was. YeHua let out a yelp and fell to the ground, clutching her ankle. Tears blurred her eyes. She let out a sniff and tried to contain herself, but she has never felt such a feeling.

Kisame walked over to her. "Now you can't run," he gloated.

More red liquid rushed out as YeHua tried to stop them by putting her hand on the rip in her skin. Her body started to shake with sobs.

"Are you okay?" asked Kisame a little nervous.

YeHua kept on crying. Never in her whole life had she ever felt pain before. Her grandfather had always protected her from getting harmed. Never had she seen bloodin real lifebefore either. She wiped her eyes. "It hurts!" YeHua wailed.

Kisame walked over. He inspected YeHua's ankle while she sat on the ground sobbing. "It's a 1 centimeter cut," announced Kisame, standing up.

YeHua didn't listen, she just kept on sobbing. "I want to go home!" she wailed.

Kisame looked at Itachi. Itachi just looked at YeHua impassively.

"Itachi, let's take her home first. We can kidnap her after she stops whining about that paper cut," suggested Kisame.

"We come for her again in 2 weeks," said Itachi, figuring that 2 weeks is the amount of time needed for a never been hurt girl to stop obsessing over a paper cut.

A few hours later

Kisame and Itachi walked through the icy roads with their akatsuki hats hung low, covering their faces. Only in the bar, did they dare to take off their disguises. Akatsuki had ordered them to capture a white haired girl who was to be very useful to them in the future. Neither Kisame nor Itachi knew why. All they knew were to accomplish their mission at all cost.

The girl proved to be very troublesome so far, carrying her was she sobbed on Kisame's robe was not a pleasant experience. A tiny paper cut caused to be so dramatic, what would she do if it was a bigger cut. The mere thought of it makes Kisame shudder with fear. That incident of carrying her had drawn too much attention to them. Even the fishermen who were preparing for another grueling day in their boats turned to get a good look at them.

Itachi, of course, didn't utter a single word. He didn't feel the need to. The mission was simple and clear to him. Get the girl. Come back to the Akatsuki headquarters. He didn't question why. He never does. That's what makes him a good Shonobi. No questions, just action. This mission seemed a little on the odd side for him. Even though he didn't question, he still thought. What use of the girl is to Akatsuki. He trudged along with his partner. 2 more weeks and the mission is over.

Never did either Kisame or Itachi figure that the girl would be much more difficult than they thought.

AN: Done! Now, onto Icy Hearts.