"Come on please," Carson begged with her hands clasped together in front of her.

"No," Itachi replied with his usual stoic look. The brunette started to pout as she dropped her hands to her sides. She would just have to try again.

"It's not going to hurt or anything, just come on please!" she begged again but this time she clung onto his arm.

Itachi remained silent despite her pleas. His eyebrows furrowed a bit at the childish pout she was giving him. The look in her eyes kind of reminded him of his brother, Sasuke, whenever he wanted something when they were younger. They both had a way of pulling on his heart strings.

Carson kept tugging on his arm over and over, all the while doing and saying whatever she could to get her request granted. She was stubborn and determined to get him to say yes to her, even if she had to annoy him to death to do it. Itachi's expression did not change one bit so Carson knew she needed kick it up a notch.

"I know you don't want to do this, but if you wanna fit in with society you are going to have to compromise. Can't you just try, for me, your new best friend?" Itachi looked down at the girl and noticed that her pout was gone and she had ceased clinging to him. He got skeptical when he looked into her eyes and saw a gleam of mischief in them.

He sighed heavily.

She thought she had him caught in a guilt trap in order for him to give in to her whims, but in reality she was at least three steps behind. He was an Uchiha and she was just a civilian. He would not bend to her will.

"Why do you insist that I do this," he questioned.

"I want you to do this because…because…I REALLY WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE WITH SHORTER HAIR," Carson blurted out, her face now slowly turning red.

Itachi was put off by her answer, but just a bit though. He kind of expected this to come up over the past several days that he's been staying here. It's been about five days since the sage sent him here and five days since Carson has been hammering him with requests to change his appearance. Back in the Leaf Village he used to get compliments from women about his looks all the time. He rarely paid them any mind since he had no interest in outer appearances . He's never been one to care or be concerned with how he looked to them; he only wanted to be a respectable shinobi that showed representation to both his clan and his village. Despite how his life turned out he never felt ashamed of his origin.

"But in order for the mission to be a success, this place has to be your home now," a voice said to him, sounding oddly like his.

In a way the voice was right. If the sage felt this was necessary in order to save his brother, then he'd do anything that would help contribute to the cause. He sighed now realizing that he would need to compromise. Like Carson said, blending in would be the best way to go and since there aren't too many men with hair like him, he knew he'd stick out like a sore thumb.

"Fine," Carson heard the man mutter. It took her a second or two to finally register the fact that Itachi had finally said yes to her. She grinned widely and started to jump up and down with excitement, moving her arms to cling to him once more. Itachi gave her a look of pure annoyance. "What have I done?" He thought.

"Yes! Oh man I can not wait to get you over to a salon, but first we need to get you a change of clothes." Itachi shook his head at the creepy smirk she was giving him. That look in her eye was not sitting well with him. Not one bit.

"I knew the outfit would fit you, but wow, I didn't expect my brother's clothes to fit you this good," Carson gawked, eyes sparkling with glee.

In front of her was Itachi in a crimson shirt with a black jacket over it, he had a pair of black slim fit jeans on, a pair of causal black boots, and a chained necklace. She thought Itachi looked absolutely hot in her brother's clothes and as an added bonus, his hair was down. Just the mere sight of him made her want to squeal like a fan girl.

"James would totally kill me if he saw someone else wearing his clothes, but he's not here so there's no need to dwell on it," Carson thought as she looked at Itachi. She was definitely proud of her work.

"Okay, since the clothes are now taken care of, now all that we need to do is get you to a hair sa-" Carson was cut off by the sound of the door bell ringing. She clicked her teeth. "Ugh, I'll get it. You just stay put alright," she said while making her way out of the room into the hallway. With a quickened pace Carson headed towards the front door. When she finally got there she took a quick peek through the peep hole. Her eyes widened in shock and fear at who she saw on the other side.

"No, no way. Please, not now," she whispered. There standing outside of her door was none other than Lou, who she thought would stop coming to get her after what Itachi did to him the other night. She knew that he knew where she lived; she just didn't expect him to come here...who was she kidding, of course he would come here! She then saw movement behind him which means he probably brought friends with him, who were also armed with guns.

"Just great," she thought. "I know you're in there sweetheart, come on out or else!"

"I-I can't do that Lou. Y-You're armed," she stammered. Carson cursed under her breath. She didn't want to give the man any leeway because she was scared of him and his gang of thugs. She had a hunch that he didn't come just for her; he most likely came for Itachi too.

Lou gave what was supposed to be a pout but it resembled more of a distasteful smile. "Aw come on sweetheart, I won't shoot you, unless you don't tell me what I want to know of course."

Carson gulped. "And what do you want to know?"

Lou's smile turned into a smirk. "Oh don't play stupid Carson. You know exactly what I wanna know."

She kept silent. Even though he was behind her locked door, she still felt as if he was standing right in front of her with his gun aimed directly at her forehead. The thought alone made her quiver in fear, making her feel helpless. He could break the door down and she wouldn't even be able to move because she was scared.

"Listen here kid, if you don't tell me and my friends where that bastard who hurt me is, my buddies and I are going to break down your door and do some very nasty things to you." The sound of men laughing and guns being cocked were then heard outside.

She didn't know what she was going to do. She would never rat someone out, even if she barely knew that someone.

"One," Lou began the countdown, smirking wildly as he raised his gun to point at the door.

"Two," Carson backed away from her door. She was so stricken with fear that she didn't pay any attention to a shoe lying on the floor behind her. She tripped over it, falling on her butt, yelping out in pain.

"Three,"

"This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening," she thought while panicking, moving her hands to her head.

"Why are you on the floor?" Carson's eyes widened at the voice and turned around. Standing behind her was Itachi with his classic stoic demeanor. At seeing him, Carson felt a little bit more at ease. She was about to answer him when a thought crossed her mind.

"Yeah, you might wanna skedaddle."

"Why?"

Carson frowned. "You remember that Lou guy, the one you threatened and knocked out last night," Itachi nodded, "well he's back and he brought a few of his thugs with him. He wants to know where you are so he came here to ask me."

"Fine," he replied.

"What is that supposed to mean," Carson asked looking confused. He isn't a man of many words and was a master in the art of the silent treatment. He mostly kept to himself and kept everything private. In the span of five days she's come to not like that part of him that much. It was truly irritating.

She shook her head furiously. Now was not the time to get distracted over stupid things. She needed Itachi to get out of her before it was too late.

"Seriously, you need to leave-" She was interrupted when the sound of a gunshot resonated throughout the apartment. Carson's brown eyes went wide and she quickly turned to look at her front door. The doorknob had a hole in it from the shot.

"Oh no," she muttered, now stricken with fear and panic again. Out of nowhere, Itachi went up in a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

Itachi suddenly appeared outside to confront Lou and his crew which were about five in total, "Well, here I am."

The group of men jumped back in surprise, not expecting for Itachi to appear completely out of nowhere.

"Get him!" Lou yelled,. Itachi was faster than any of them though. He started off by kicking Lou's gun out of his hand. He then parried a goon who tried to rush him from behind. Itachi quickly turned and landed a powerful front kick that had the thug keeled over in pain. Another thug shot off his gun but Itachi anticipated the attack and threw a knife he had grabbed from Carson's kitchen directly at the man. It lodged itself into the man's shoulder causing him to cry out in pain causing him to drop his gun. Itachi finished him off with a straight right cross to his jaw. The other two thugs got the bright idea of double teaming Itachi, but were unsuccessful as he leaped up in the air causing them to collide into each other.

Lou finally got his bearings back and went for his gun but was stopped when Itachi put his foot down on the gun. Itachi kneed him in the face , breaking his nose and and some of his teeth. Lou screamed out in pain, falling to his knees, moving both of is hands to his now broken nose. Blood seeped through his fingers falling to the ground, along with some of his teeth.

"You just don't learn do you," Itachi commented stoically.

"Screw…you…" Lou responded.

"I guess you leave me no choice but to break the other one," Itachi said, his sharigan activating, giving him a much more menacing appeal.

"The other wha-" His sentence was cut off by the sound of his good wrist breaking.

"Aaaaaah! Not my good wrist! Christ, I'm still in a cast from the other night because of you!"

"Then give up before the next set of bones I break of yours turns out to be your neck, either that or next time I suggest you bring more men," He then knocked Lou out before addressing the thugs he didn't knock out. "The reasons you all did not end up like him is because you're going to take this trash back to where you came from and never bother the person who lives here again, understand?"

They both nodded their heads furiously with fear of what he might do to them. "Now you all had better not be out here by the time I come back out."

He poofed away reappearing back inside the apartment while the men furiously scrambled to pick up their friends so that they could leave as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Carson was confused. One second Itachi was next to her then all of a sudden she hears a gun shot outside and a man screaming in pain. She went to her phone and was about to alert the police when Itachi came up behind her and scared her.

"Would you please stop doing that? And where the heck did you go?" she asked, looking him up and down.

"The threat has been eliminated, you're good now." He replied. He gave her a nod and went back to his room.

"..." Carson stared after his departing form in a daze, mentally wondering what in the world just happened.

"Wait, what? Carson blinked a few times in shock and awe. She figured he went out there to handle those guys, but she didn't expect him to do it so fast. This made her wonder where he came from and what he used to do even more. The thought had crossed her mind before but she tried to respect his privacy. That and she was always forgetting to ask him. It's only been five days since she's met him. Just now a thought came to her mind; there were gunshots and screams that had just transpired outside and it more than likely was heard by her neighbors. At least one of them would think to alert the police... which would cause them to show up at her door.

"Oh man! I definitely don't want that to happen! I'm already in way too deep with them as it is!" Carson then bolted to the bedrooms with a look of panic on her face.

"Itachi you dolt, the cops are going to be knocking on my door because of you!"

The next day...

Itachi sighed as he was lied down on a bed in his temporary room, which was Carson's older brothers room. When he first arrived, she told him that her brother James was no longer living with her so it was alright for him to stay in his room and wear his clothes, though he swore he heard a nervous undertone in her voice like she was lying to him. It's a miracle that the two were the same size.

Right now, he was currently reflecting on everything that has happened in the past five days. It started with him waking up and meeting Carson, then it was the encounter he had with this Lou character shortly after. After that he wound up being invited to stay with her which led to the incident that happened yesterday. But to him, the worst of it all was getting his haircut. He only got a few inches cut off and he knew he could always grow it back, which he intended to, but still the compromise of it all left him sad and really made it sink in that he wasn't home anymore. Who was he kidding. He hasn't been home since he left the village after killing the whole Uchiha clan. He's been a vagabond since he was thirteen years old but that was all by choice, which gave him closure. This whole mess he was in now was not by his own choice and that made it hard for him to accept it all.

Itachi's thoughts were interrupted by a rather loud knock on the bedroom door. "Itachi! Hey, you alive in there," he heard Carson shout from the other side of the door. She was insistently pounding on the door and causing a lot of noise. If she kept it up her neighbors would undoubtedly make a complaint, again.

Itachi shook his head and got up to head towards the door. He opened the door and the girl rushed in with a large grin on her face. Her grin was oozing with excitement and was almost infectious, almost being the key word.

But what he did know was that something good must have happened to her.

"Guess what, guess what, guess what?!" Carson was jumping up and down in front of him.

Her behavior was beginning to tire him but he decided he would still humor her. "What is it," he asked callously.

"I just got a call from my brother. He said he's going to be coming home in a few days to see how I'm doing. Isn't that great," Carson announced happily. She was practically glowing with joy and excitement.

Itachi looked at her with a constant look of indifference. "Did you mention me when you spoke with him?" All of a sudden the girl stopped her euphoric excitement and her smile turned into a frown.

"Uh huh, here's the thing though, I didn't really think to say anything about you staying here." Carson mumbled her words under her breath and was hesitant about looking up at him for fear of his reaction. When she finally did look up she was expecting a glare from him, but what she got was his usual stoic look. She blinked, "Um, aren't you mad or upset?"

Itachi shook his head. "It is best that you not mention that I am here. The less people who know about me, the better."

Carson stayed silent and nodded her head in response. Now that she thought about it, maybe it was better that she didn't tell her brother about Itachi. Seeing as how James was military and a man of discipline, telling him that a stranger was living with her wouldn't end so well, not only for her but for Itachi too. She grimaced at the thought of his reaction, if he ever found out. He would definitely kill them both.

"Yeah, telling him wouldn't be good at all. Maybe you should hangout around the neighborhood while he's visiting, or maybe you can stay at my neighbor's place until he leaves. Paula and her daughter Artemis don't get that many visitors so maybe that'll be good for them." She trailed off when she noticed the time on her watch.

"Oh come on, its 8:58," she rushed out of the room almost tripping over her feet. "I'm going to be late for work!" She ran towards her room across the hall and shut the door.

From where he was standing, Itachi could hear the sounds of bumping and scraping coming from her room. He shook his head at the sound of her scream. "Where's my phone," he heard her mutter to herself. Her behavior reminded him of Tobi and Hidan. Those two always made constant noise that would grate on the other Akatsuki members nerves.

The more time that passed, the more he was starting to grow accustomed to his new living situation. Even though he's only known Carson for about five and a half days, it's pretty safe to say he's never met anyone with a personality as unique as hers, and he was partners with Kisame. Whether it was his clan, parents, or his best friend Shisui, none of them gave him the same genuine feeling of warmth that Carson has. The only comparison he had was whenever he was with his brother, Sasuke. But he knew he might not ever be able to see him again, so he would try to cope by moving on in this new world, even if if was the sage that sent him here against his will.

It was currently 10:58 a.m and Carson was at her job in Carla's Café located in the Gotham Narrows. "Here you go sir, a strawberry parfait with a side of extra fruit, along with a cheese omelet with basil," Carson smiled as she placed down both of the customer's orders. The customer was a man in his late fifties, wearing a light brown suit. He smiled back at her as he accepted his food.

"Thank you so much."

Carson nodded. "You're welcome. Enjoy!" She smiled at him again and walked back to the kitchen. She sighed as she pushed the double doors open and made her way towards the chef.

The chef is a female in her mid to late twenties with bright red, chin length hair and light green eyes. She looked up and smiled as the younger girl walked past her.

"You're doing well today sweetie," she mused. Carson rolled her eyes at the compliment though and slumped down on a stack of metal pans. She sighed heavily. "You might think so but I totally messed up on the first two tables. The old guy was just a lucky one."

"Oh don't be so hard on yourself dear. You didn't do so bad on the first two customers, in fact, the first one gave you a tip from what I recall."

Carson scoffed. "I don't think twenty-five cents can be considered a tip."

"You still got something out of it though, right? Come on sweetie look on the bright side." The woman gave the girl a wink and a grin. Carson didn't return the smile though.

"There is no bright side Carla," Carson retorted.

Carla frowned. "Okay, what's got you so hot and bothered hun? You've been looking anxious all morning."

Carson debated on whether or not she should tell her. She hated talking about her private life at work, but having someone to talk to about it would definitely take a load off her conscious.

"I…I've got this problem."

"A problem? What kind of problem?"

"Um, well, you see I kinda sorta brought this guy home about five and a half days ago."

"A guy, as in a male? Why would you do that?"

Carson began to twiddle her thumbs nervously. "Well, he had nowhere else to go, and seeing as how I have extra room at my place, I thought maybe he could crash there for a bit, until he can get his own place."

"Honey that was very kind of you but it was also stupid as well. You know how dangerous it is in Gotham. This guy could be a serial killer for all we know, or even a rapist."

"I know I know, but there was just something about him that made me do it. He seemed, different, like outside of Gotham different," Carson spoke as she looked down at her lap. She would have never pegged Itachi as a bad person considering in all of the days she had known him he hasn't given her one reason to call the cops, and he was endearing in a silent kind of a way, though his recluse attitude and habit of ignoring her was annoying.

Carla was confused by Carson's answer. The way she answered made it sound like a teenage girl slowly falling in love, if that's how she wanted to put it. She was going to call her out on it but decided against it since Carson would most likely deny her claim.

"If you say so, but just remember that you need to be cautious. Not everyone is as trustworthy as you may think they are."

"Yeah…I know." Carson hugged herself as she was thinking about bad memories. She had had her fair share of run-ins with people that she thought she could trust; people like Lou. Just then gunfire was heard coming from inside the restaurant. "Was that gunfire?" She asked.

The next sound she heard were the screams of the people outside of the double doors and the angry shouts of whoever was shooting.

"Oh God," she heard Carla gasp in shock as she stared out the window of one of the double doors. "They're headed back here," she breathed out in panic and started to slowly back away from the stove.

She was right. Two men wearing very familiar looking black skull masks came rushing through the double doors, fully armed with AR-15's in their hands.

"We need to go now," Carson said snapping the older woman out of her panic. Carla still looked frightened though.

"But-"

"No buts. Carla we need to go before they get-"

"I don't think so." Carson froze in her spot. She felt something press against her back. She started to panic as she felt the tip of a gun press against her. A feeling of dread washed over her causing a cold sweat to come over her. She looked over to her boss who was now being held captive by two more guys in black skull masks. She was pushed to the floor by one of them as the other held his gun to her head.

"Now, are you two lovely ladies going to play nice with us or are we going to have to do this the hard way," the thug behind her said as he pressed the gun further into her back.

"I'd rather die than play nice with scum like you," Carson blurted out. She quickly moved to cover her mouth before she said anything else that could get her shot.

"Is that so, that's just unfortunate."

"Carson!" Carla shrieked out in shock, watching as one of the men his Carson on the back of her head with the blunt of his gun.

Carson screamed out in pain and moved her hands to cover her head. The thug did not like screamers though.

"You better keep that mouth of yours shut, or else! You hear me, four eyes?!

Carson nodded. If she wanted to avoid another hit, then shutting her mouth was the best way to go.

"The boss said not to kill anyone yet so you should count yourself lucky"

"Yeah, I feel so lucky." Carson thought as she felt a knot starting to form on her head. If she got out of this situation alive, she was definitely going to need some ice and some aspirin.

"Alright ladies get moving!" Both her and Carla were corralled towards the entrance of the kitchen to the dining hall of the café where the screams and whimpers of the other hostages could be heard. "Since the guy said no one was going to be killed yet, maybe that meant that everyone would be spared…hopefully." Carson thought.

Once they were in the dining area Carson could see all of the other captives huddled together. She felt her heart start to break when she saw a woman cuddling her baby close to her chest. She could tell that the woman was crying, not in fear for herself but out of concern for her baby. She turned her head away. She just couldn't bare to see that anymore, it was too much to look at.

"Get over there," a thug said as he pushed them down to the floor.

"Ugh," Carson groaned as she fell on her knees. When she finally settled down on the floor she heard the unpleasant sound of her black stockings ripping.

"Oh no, I just got these the other day!"

Carla turned and glared at the girl. "This is neither the time nor the place to be worried about that," She scolded.

Carson winced at her tone. It was rather petty to be complaining about ripped stockings when they were in a situation far worse. "Sorry. So, what do you think they want? I haven't heard them make any demands."

"Me neither, but we would be wise to keep silent. I don't want either of us to be focused upon." Carson nodded. She had already been struck by the blunt end of one of their guns and she would really prefer if for it not to happen again, or worse for that matter.

One of the thugs fired a shot into the ceiling to get everyone's attention, "Alright listen up! I'm only going to ask this once and if no one gives me and my friends the answers we want, we'll start putting holes in all of you! Is that understood?"

Everyone nodded their heads out of fear. The guy looked pleased with the response. "Good. Now our boss has had a few checks go missing from his personal safe. A member of our crew said that the one responsible is a squealer who used to work for one of our lower ranking crews; a young girl."

"Oh crap," Carson cursed under her breath. Carla looked at her as if she was silently asking what was wrong but Carson shook her head saying that it was nothing. Carla's eyes lingered on her for a few more moments until she sighed and returned her attention back to the man who was currently speaking. "Of all of the guys to catch her, it just had to be Black Mask's personal team of thugs. They're more like Neanderthals than anything I've ever seen in my life. They're so despicable for doing this! They're holding a café full of people hostage, not even the owner is safe," Carson thought as she eyed the armed men who were blocking all of the exits.

"A little birdie told us that they've seen her come in and out of this place. And as it turns out, she even works here, so…are you gonna give yourself up or not kid, because if the answer to that is no-" he walked over to the woman cradling her baby and pointed his gun towards them, "they will die and it will be all your fault." He started to cackle out loud.

"This is so awful," Carson heard Carla whisper next to her. Carson had a feeling something like this would eventually happen if she kept up with her thefts. For so long she's been hiding behind the façade of a normal life, a life that her brother had given to her after what happened to her family years ago. But there were times in their lives that James wasn't able to provide as much as he wanted to. They lived in the slums of Gotham and the pay for an apartment there was unbelievable. She just wanted to help contribute, even if that meant working with the lowest of the low.

It seems like karma has caught up with her, and innocent people were going to suffer because of her transgressions.

"Oh please, I'm begging you! Shoot me! Please don't hurt my baby," the woman cried out while struggling with all her might as the man tried to take her child away. The captives next to her screamed in terror as the woman was shot and her baby was taken. The cries of the now motherless child echoed throughout the cafe. The captives shrieked in shock, staring at the dead body of the woman next to them.

"Oh no, this is so cruel," Carla whispered.

"If you don't come out now, then I promise this baby won't live to see tomorrow!"

Carson clenched her eyes shut. "What am I going to do? I don't want an innocent baby to die! Its mother is already dead! If he did anything to the child I'd never forgive myself." She thought.

"Carson," she felt a tap on her shoulder, "It's going to be alright," Carla said to reassure her.

Carson looked conflicted and shook her head. "No, it won't be alright."

"What?" Carson turned and looked at her boss. The look on her face was quickly recognized by Carla right away. It was a look of guilt.

"You, you're the one they're after, aren't you?" Carla said with a look of shock and betrayal. "Please tell me this isn't true, please."

"I wish it wasn't, but it is. I'm the one they're after." Carson looked down at the floor underneath her knees and felt nothing but shame. She really didn't want her boss to know but the situation left her with no choice.

"If you turn yourself in there's no doubt that they'll kill you." Carson nodded. "I know, but I don't want anyone else to die because I was desperate and stupid. I can't be a coward and let a child die." In her mind it was better to save someone rather than be saved by someone.

She was about to stand up but was jerked back by Carla who looked at her anxiously. Her green eyes were beginning to well up as she stared at the girl.

"Please, don't do this."

"I need to. It's the right thing to do." She pulled her arm out of Carla's grasp and slowly began to stand up. This drew attention to her by both the captives and the thugs.

The leader of the group smirked. "So, you're the girl we've been looking for, huh?"

"Yes, that's me." She answered feeling fearful for her life. The thug handed the baby to one of the captives and walked over to Carson.

The masked man looked the girl up and down and gave a disappointed sigh. To him she wasn't much of a looker, in fact she was really plain. He began to wonder just how in the world a kid like her stole from the likes of Black Mask. He couldn't see this four eyed, teenage girl with no figure and pale skin being a thief. But they were in Gotham though; a thief could be anyone in this city, even this kid standing before him.

"Listen here kid; the boss wasn't too happy about you stealing his money. Not. One. Bit. But now that we've found you, we can properly punish you now." All of the thugs in the café started to cock their guns in preparation for what would happen next. Carson was determined to put up a brave front and show no fear. If they indeed killed her today, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of breaking her will beforehand.

"Bring her over here," the leader ordered in a loud booming voice.

"Now don't struggle," the thug closest to her grabbed her upper arm and pulled her away from Carla and the other hostages.

"That hurt," Carson yelped when the man tightened his grip on her. The thug threw her down to the ground in front of his boss and took a step back with his gun at his hip.

Carson then felt something metal and cold touch her forehead. She didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that it was a loaded gun.

"Didn't your mom ever teach you not to touch what wasn't yours?" She heard him ask. Carson didn't answer him. The leader took her silence as disrespect and slapped her with his free hand. It was a hard enough slap that knocked her glasses right off her face. When he asked her another question she gave him the silent treatment again, which got her another slap across the face. She felt the stinging pain of his hand over and over again but for some reason she stayed silent. Something was stopping her from saying anything.

"Now I'm going to ask you another question, but this time if you don't answer me instead of slapping the spit out of you, I'll just shoot you dead. Do you understand me?"

Carson stayed silent but gave a nod. "Good, now who is the man who took down Lou Valentine and his crew?"

This is the one question she was not expecting to hear, and coincidentally she feared it the most. Of course he'd ask about Itachi but she wasn't willing to divulge any information about him at all. She was no snitch, especially for those she considered a friend, and even though she barely knew him, she considered Itachi her friend. She thought he felt the same way about her too. There was little doubt at all about her feelings concerning this as far as she was concerned. She had to protect him.

"So what's it gonna be kid? You gonna answer or what, because my finger is getting tired resting on my gun's trigger." Carson could hear the trigger slowly being pulled back.

She knew that protecting him meant that she'd die, but she didn't care. "I…I'm not going to tell you anything, so do your worst," She blurted, looking up to glare at the man with defiance in her brown eyes.

"Is that so, that's too bad then." The man grabbed her by the back of her hair and started to drag her towards the far end of the café. All of the hostages looked on as the man dragged a screaming Carson and they felt fearful for her life.

Carson was scared out of her mind. She tried to think of some way to get out of this, but each thought led to her death. She really didn't want to die.

The man threw her to the ground and aimed his gun towards her face, and he was point blank so if he shot, it definitely would leave a mess.

"P-Please don't kill me," Carson begged as she started to shed tears of fear and regret.

"Sorry, you had your chance kid. All you had to do was answer one simple question but you refused. It's time to die now."

She then started sobbing. She wasn't ready to die. Her brother was coming home soon and if he found out that she was murdered, he'd be devastated and would blame himself for it. She really didn't want to see him go through that kind of pain like how they did with their parents. She also wished she got to know Itachi more. She never really got the chance to ask him where he's from or what made him come to Gotham. She was curious about his family and where they were. She wanted to know how he could do all of the amazing things she saw the other day. She just wanted to get to know him more, but it looks like she's never going to get that chance.

"Game over kid."

"Help me Itachi!" Was her last thought before the man fired his gun.

Authors Note: Sorry for the long update. The holidays kept me busy but I'll try to update the next one faster. And to answer a review that asked why I went with taijutsu over Itachi's specialty which is genjutsu; the reason is because Itachi is in a new world that he is unfamiliar with so he is going to try to conceal his Uchiha powers for as long as he can until he can get an accurate read on the new Earth he's been sent to. But it won't be long before the situation arises that causes him to reveal his abilities so stay tuned! Till next time guys and gals!