Disclaimer: I do not claim to own ANY part of Naruto (though if I did, Kakashi and iruka would be miiiiiine -evil grin-)
Read Itachi's birthday! (And don't forget to R&R please!)
I never sleep. So I never dream. Not once have I slept since the night I slew my 'clan.' I do not sleep because I'm scared of the nightmares I would see every time I closed my eyes. No; I never sleep, because I can never trust anything. Fate has taught me that.
Those with power are always targeted.
But today dawns a new day. Indeed, the organization that I am part of means 'dawn' or 'daybreak' but that does little as top why this day is different.
Perhaps I'm still living in the past. Perhaps I am just too attached to old bonds I thought gone when I killed all of them, save for my little brother, all those years ago.
Today, I age another year.
Today, Uchiha Itachi is another year older. Another year wiser; and another length stronger. For that is what I've always craved: Power. I've always been after power since I was small. I was attached to it. A bond that won't – or can't – be broken.
That's why I graduated so early.
That's why I fully attained my sharingan at the young age of eight. I was a chuunin at the age of 10, and an ANBU leader at the young age of 13. Even Hatake Kakashi is not so good as I with my born abilities.
I would know. I've fought with him a few times.
That Copy Ninja isn't half so good as the Bingo Book boasts that he is. His single sharingan simply cannot match my double sharingan, much less my Mangekyô Sharingan, though I hear now that he has fully attained this power in his eye as well.
Well, that only brings up the total count of Mangekyô Sharingan users to a total of four, if my brother Sasuke ever attains it. Currently, it stays at three. I wonder how Kakashi ever managed to attain the power of the Mangekyô Sharingan. Ah well, a question to be stored for a rainy-day.
Itachi looked up from his thoughts as a knock came softly on his door, his black eyes glanced up at the wooden frame and he sighed, to be trouble when he was thinking, what a damn hassle that is.
He got up, his garb was the normal Akatsuki wear: black garments that are spotted with red clouds. His bare feet made soft patter patter sounds on the ground as he walked slowly towards the door. "Who is it?" He voice rang out, soft and deadly like a snake, his hand reached forwards, towards the knob on the door handle. Itachi paused and glanced at his ring, the ring on his right ring finger. He smiled slightly, lost once again in thought.
I could be engaged, most people would think that I do believe that could work, if I ever wore anything that revealed so much; indeed, my hands are mostly covered by my outfit.
Although I think the high-collar is very becoming of me. If the engagement ring is on right ring finger, then the marriage ring is on the left hand. Poor Kisame, he is apparently 'married' by the standards of the others outside of our group. Haha. I feel little pity for him. He is a rather nice person. I do care for him.
Like I cared for my brother.
There was love for Sasuke, there was no love for our mother and father. They made have created me, but I never felt no love for my parents. To me, I had no parents, just a brother. Just one cowardly little brother I'd burdened with the guilt of my killing of the Uchiha Family.
I wanted to see how strong the clan really was.
They weren't strong enough to stop me. One man, just me, the whole family of Uchiha, the strongest and best-known clan next to the Hyuuga clan, with less hassles.
Against me, they were long blades of grass that were blown over by me; the embodiment of wind and power. They bent and broke one by one against my strength.
Jarred back into the real world by the friendly knock of the door, the black-haired ex-Uchiha member slowly finished the crossing of his room and opened the door so that it only exposed his face, nothing of his room.
He looked into the friendly face of Hoshigaki Kisame. he snorted, staring into the blue face of the shark-like man. "What do you want Kisame?" He asked, his voice softer than it would have been had it been Zetsu, Tobi, or any of the others fools in their 'group.' I was actually glad that Sasori and Deidara were both dead; they were trouble. They talked too much and goofed around, that damned Deidara always showing off his 'really cool hand mouth' – things (Which I really hated).
Maybe, speculated Itachi, his eyes closed a moment, Maybe that was why Orochimaru left out little 'group' having Sasori has a partner must have driven him insane.
Itachi was sure glad he wasn't paired with any of the idiots of the Akatsuki organization: He'd have tried (and accomplished) his goal to kill all of them.
No, instead, he'd been paired with the most honorable of the group: Hoshigaki Kisame. Itachi looked at him, realizing that the man was talking back to him, "-Leader called you, but then, he went out, so I don't know what to tell you." Kisame said, he looked a little lost, as if confused, "Can I come in?" He asked suddenly, throwing Itachi off-balance. He looked at Kisame, then back at his room, it was a mess, but Itachi secretly liked it that way, which was why he never really let anyone in his room in the first place.
But for his trusted partner, he would always allow him in, He side-stepped out of the way, "Sure," He said, his garments flourishing in the breeze created by his motions, "Come on in, you know you are always allowed here." Kisame thanked him, to which Itachi said it wasn't necessary to thank him, after all, they were partners, Kisame said nothing after that, to which Itachi was greatly pleased. The shark-like man never even made a comment about the state of Itachi's room, which pleased the ex-konoha ANBU member immensely.
The man merely dodged some of the junk on the floor and stood in an empty space, he looked at Itachi and snorted, but said nothing, Itachi looked around outside of his door. His eyes quickly flashing into sharingan to see if anyone was hiding in the shadows.
It wouldn't do for the Uchiha Itachi to simply allow one person into his room and not another. Itachi closed the door, satisfied that the state of his room would remain private or now. After latching the door closed, He sat down on the edge of his bed, indicating vaguely with his hand that Kisame could sit down, "What's the reason you're here Kisame-san?" He asked, using a more respectful term for the man whose years numbered more than his own.
Kisame looked at him, having taken a seat, he looked as if he didn't quite know how to answer Itachi's question without giving something away. That interested the missing-nin far more than just the casual visit from his partner. What could make this man look so confused? He must be held on an honor-bond not to tell me. Itachi thought silently, gazing at the man seated opposite to him, Yes, that must be it, he really wouldn't be acting this unsure if he came here. Although I must give him credit, anyone with out the sharingan wouldn't be able to see that he's been honor-bonded. Ha. Imagine that. Itachi thought boredly.
Kisame shifted slightly, bringing man-killer's attention back onto him, for another uncomfortable moment, looked confused, then he seemed to find his feet, "Lovely day, isn't it?" He asked, trying desperately to start something, Poor Kisame, Itachi thought wickedly, I don't think he knows I haven't been outside yet, much less seen what it's like out there. Ah well, I'll indulge him this once, he's trying so hard.
"I don't know, you tell me for you've just managed to catch me on my way out, I haven't left my room to go outside yet." He watched a slight twinge in the shoulder's of the taller man, "But don't worry, if you tell me what it's like, I'm sure that'll do." He said softly, offering the other a noble way of expressing his feelings.
Kisame wisely took the bait, "Ah yes . . . well, it's partly sunny, it's a westernly breeze this time, but most of the wind is blocked due to our security guards." He started, relaxing as he spoke, "the sun's about half-way in the sky now, it's brightened up everything now, that it has." Kisame looked at Itachi, clearly waiting for his partner's views on his briefing, Itachi smiled, "It sounds like a good day. You were right Kisame-san."
"In what way is that right?" He asked, plainly confused.
"It is a lovely day, though, that word hardly suits you; don't use it, it seems to . . . lessen your honor somehow." Itachi said, confusing the bearer of the Nan ring even more.
"How so?" He asked, carefully stockpiling everything that Itachi told him, he may have been older, but he and Itachi worked as equals: Another reason I preferred him as a partner: There was no constant power-struggle.
"Well, I age another day." Itachi said, looking at the shark-man from the corner of his eyes. Kisame seemed to twitch, Now why is that? Itachi wondered. But the man, to my credit, seems to have regained his composure. Lucky him. Itachi looked at the man and gave a ghost of a smile.
"Really Itachi-san?" He asked, attempting to look puzzled by this, Itachi nodded his head solemnly. Kisame nodded his head slightly, Does he know how much he's given away to me? I suppose not, in the brain department, he seems to be found wanting. Itachi thought silently, looking at his close comrade.
"Really Kisame-san." He said softly, "Pity that Sasori and Deidara will be unable to celebrate it with me." He said in a soft tone, Kisame laughed, he'd picked up the raw sarcasm, it wasn't often that Itachi made a joke or said something funny.
Kisame nodded and looked at him, "Yes, well, the Leader did call you, so . . . I don't know, he left in a rather large hurry, something about needing to get another of the demons maybe?" Kisame said, trying to guess, Itachi knew why and when the Leader had gone out, but he kept silent.
After a small silence, he sighed, "I suppose." He said softly, then looked at the door, "Shall we leave?" He asked, Kisame nodded his head. Both of them stood up and exited from Itachi's room.
They walked down the hallway towards the front of the building, they passed the empty rooms of the dead Akatsuki members without a comment. They entered the rather large commonr oom where everyone ate when they felt like it. Itachi instantly moved to the kitchen, finding out very quickly that no one else was able to cook food as well as he.
Itachi knew what he wanted as well. He wanted his favorite food today, just for today, let the others think less fn him for just one day.
He was going to make dumplings; green and red dumplings to be exact, also known as Dango. His favorite food thus far. He looked at Kisame, "What are you hungry for?" He asked softly, his voice betraying little emotion, if he betrayed any at all.
Kisame looked up at the ceiling for a moment, "Oh . . . I don't know, anything sounds good I suppose." He said plainly, Itachi rolled his eyes.
"Choose something you shark." Itachi said. Kisame grinned slightly, his fangs showed quite plainly, as if he must show off that he was like a shark in most qualities, from the gill-like things on his neck, to the blue rough skin, to the sword he carried around (but he'd left it in his room this morning).
"I told you Itachi-sama, anything tastes good as long as its you cooking it and not . . . oh . . . say . . . Zetsu-sama." Kisame pulled a face, clearly stating what he thought of Zetsu's cooking.
"What's wrong with the way I cook things?" Came a bland voice from behind Kisame. The large blue-skinned man jumped slightly, he hated it when Zetsu did that! He recovered quickly, his face became bland, "Well, it's nothing personal . . ." He said softly, then snorted, "But I do tire of raw animals. sometimes I wonder if that . . . mash of food you feed us . . . I wonder if some of it's not, well, human parts."
Neither Zetsu's face nor Itachi's face betrayed any emotion, Itachi did nothing, but his mind worked furiously over some detail, I suppose Kisame has a valid point, He thought, I think I had a piece of golden hair in the 'food' last night . . . could it have been...? No, I don't think I want to think about that. Itachi face was carefully blank, so was Zetsu's face, he looked at Kisame, who was trying (vainly) to keep a bland face.
Zetsu's cold voice whispered over both of them, stunning both, but only Kisame showed any sort of reaction, "Maybe they do." He said, leaving his voice hanging on purpose. He started to vanish, as soon as he fully had, Kisame relaxed and grasped at his throat, "Oh . . . I can't believe that I ate any of that . . . that . . . food!"
Itachi's emotionless face broke into a ghost of a smile, "That's why I eat in my room, and why I cook my own food. That way I know what ever goes into it." He said softly, Kisame groaned and sighed, "Man, I need to learn how to cook." He looked at Itachi, "Is there anyway to ask you to cook my own food?" Itachi glanced at him, "Maybe." He said, then looked at the food, he quickly pulled out the dumplings and stuck them on the sticks. He handed one to Kisame, who took it happily.
He muttered some thanks to Itachi and ate the dumplings without another thought. Itachi followed suit soon after, finding that he'd cooked the food almost perfectly. he smiled and looked at Kisame, he looked at the man carefully, then snorted, "Well, do you like it?" He asked finally, Kisame (already finished, which can only be a GOOD thing), nodded his head, "Arigatuo, it was good." He said.
"Oh. Itachi-sama." He started, Itachi looked at him.
"Hai?"
"Happy birthday."
"Arigatuo."
Pansk: GAAAHHHH! I know! Kill the shortness and the un-Itachi-like behavior . . . Damn. It's hard work being evil, and you really have no idea what's going on in Akatsuki...-sighs-
Well, next time is Kurenai, although, I might be a bit late, since her's in due in two days and I haven't even started it yet! Oops!
And I also apologize for the miss-spelt words! -begs forgiveness-
