A.N: Woot omg I can't believe all the wonderful reveiws! I'm so amazed how many people like this story! I've been getting stuff like "this is my favoret fan fiction ever" and I even got today "I like this story very much! It's amazing how much thought has been put into this- it almost has more of a plot than the manga." from SconemeepT.T and I was like "OMG THANK YOU!" You people are spoiling me really. Thank you All!
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Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Land Of The Evil Moon
Kisame had been out for a while now I noticed. It had been a week since the beginning of the exams but things have been fairly peaceful, only an odd skirmish happening when the need for water became dear. Other then that we'd yet to have any word from the Red Team, in truth we didn't know if they'd even left there dorm, both teams where staying very low key.
Okay, right I nearly forgot about Kisame. He'd gone back to his original dorm to pick something up. Kisame and Itachi's room was on our side of the hall so we didn't worry about attack or anything, but it'd been thirty minutes since he left already and I was beginning to get worried.
"Where's Kisame?" I asked, Hidan looked up from his channel surfing, Sasori from his computer, and Kakuzu looked up from Mister B. Gone a lovely book I'd bought at Wal-Mart over the vacation, I'd read it mouths ago so I let Kakuzu read it. Anyway back to the topic at hand.
"He's been gone for a freaking while," Hidan snorted, "maybe he's the trader after all!"
I rolled my eyes getting off my bed and padding to the door. I opened the door a crack and looked outside. The hall away dark and I was surprised to see Kisame and Itachi in brutal combat.
"Shit," I growled closing the door and leaping to the other side of the room where my swords rested on the widow sill. "Guys come on Kisame and Itachi are fighting!"
"Huh?" Hidan's eyes widened "Well that's just perfect now isn't it?" I glared at him in a way that said 'just shut and get your scythe.' I shielded my blades of there golden sheathes leaving the shells on my bed as I headed out with only the bare blades and my pouch of ninja hand weapons that was strapped to my thigh.
"Come on," I growled before slamming the door behind me. I quickly leapt into battle by Kisame's side. The great blade Samehada clashed with Itachi's katana. Some how the blue man was able to fight with his eyes avoiding Itachi's deadly windmill gaze.
"About time you showed up," Kisame huffed as he unclasped his sword from the Uchiha's. Apparently the Red Team have yet to figure out the absents of there Uchiha because I saw no one else.
"The others are on there way," I murmured as I tried to keep my gaze away from Itachi's, it's much more difficult then it seems. I couldn't afford being caught up in a genjutsu with my chakra control being less then impressive.
Thankfully Hidan, Kakuzu, and Sasori soon stumbled there way out, I was about to yell at them when I suddenly saw that a Uchiha had gotten himself right in front of me. I made the mistake of looking up in surprise at the black razor wheel that was the Mangekyou.
I'd never been trapped before in the Tsukuyomi before, I'd asked Itachi if he'd do it to me, out of both boredom and curiosity. Itachi's answer was by ignoring me for four days, I thought he was being overly touchy but I now found out that he had good reason to be angry at my stupidity.
The sky was red and had a full horrible moon above. I hung on a cross, practically crucified. I looked around and the world looked like it was a negative photo. This sucks but at lest I have the Black team to get me out of this mess, Itachi was out numbered…right?
The Uchiha stood before me silent and I hysterically tried to kick out but my legs where bound to the crucifix. Itachi watched on with out sympathy but biting the corner of his lip as if wondering what to do with me. After a long pause the cross began to lower till my feet touched the black ground and I was face to face with my captor. He leaned in putting his mouth near my ear.
"Now in what way would make you tell me what your ring is?" he asked, "What sort of method will make you sing Jen-Chan." His voice was cold and overly playful for this to be the Itachi I know, the kind but silent Itachi was not here. This was Itachi Uchiha master of the mind-rape and my brain was about to be screwed. "Tell me what the Black Team is planning or it will be a very unpleasant three days for you."
"Go die!" I yelled trashing though I knew it was fruitless. "I'll tell you nothing you blind bastard!" My insults where hollow and acted but it was necessary.
He pulled back my hair making my throat visible to him. "You will tell me!" he yelled looking positively evil. He was a good actor because if I where someone else a real enemy I'd be screaming in pain already.
"Can't do it can you?" I laughed bitterly "Where you not the one who told me that a ninja must only care for his own well being? Huh? But now you stand before me and you can't harm me even though we should be loathing each other. Do I mean that much to you Itachi-kun?"
Was it a low blow? Yeah I know Itachi hates to have his words twisted on him. Itachi's morals are as solid as concrete and for me to tell him that he'd broken his own belief was very insulting. But it worked.
He slapped me across the face with the back of his hand. My head hung low and I spit out some blood from my now split lip, but I reminded myself it wasn't real. I looked at him and his brows where pressed together hard and I though his beautiful face might break from the presser.
He looked back up at me with angry Sharingan spinning and suddenly he held a katana. I stared at him as he looked to the side. I did the same and saw Deidara, Loren, and Sasori standing in the negative world. And he killed them.
He dismembered Loren first. A silent scream plastered on my face as I watched him carve into her, I couldn't look away I couldn't blink. He didn't let me. Once she lay in only chunks of flesh he came over to me with a piece of her in his hand. He bit into it, blood rolling down his chin and then he forced me to eat the rest. I wanted to throw up, and make the cold sickly feeling in my stomach to end, but he didn't let me.
It's not real! It's not real! It's not real!
Satisfied he moved on to Sasori. The raven-haired student pulled out Sasori from his nestled spot in the chest of the puppet body he wore and came back over to me with the little organ within a canteen, the little organ that was Sasori, small and vulnerable.
He took out a kunai once he was in front of me and began to cut off the soft little veins that came off the cylinder and Sasori began to bleed. The blood dripped onto Itachi's hand as he held the poor little flesh. I knew he was torturing the quiet red head with every velvet bit that fell to the ground.
Soon Sasori was completely shaved and Itachi looked at him then at me with a small cruel smile on his face. And he crushed it in his hand before dropping the broken organ the stepping on it once…twice…three times. Then he touched my cheek almost lovingly with his blooded hand and I recoiled. He frowned.
I-It's not real…
One last victim, one last horrible death. Would I be freed after this or will he just reply this horror again? I watched my eyes barely seeing anymore as he sliced off both of Deidara's arms and the blond screamed out. The last two had been mute killings but Deidara's scream nearly killed me. I would surely die if I had to hear him be killed.
Itachi grabbed the blonde's hair and hatefully cut it all off. The beautiful gold rays falling to the ground and all the time Deidara whimpered as his arm stubs bled out.
"Enough!" I cried out unable to see much more. Tears rolled down my cheeks mixing with Sasori's warm blood then dripping down my chin and neck. "Let me go Itachi! I don't to see you as this!" He was in front of me his nose only inches from mine. He was clean of any blood as if those horrific murders had never happened…because they didn't happen…right. I was breathing hard from my emotional destruction. "I don't want to see you…so…I-"
And he kissed me.
"I-I hate you," I murmured insulted as the evil world melted away slowly.
When I opened my eyes I was standing in the same place I'd been before. Right beside Kisame but Itachi was on the ground his nose bleeding. It seemed that Kisame had punched him in the face when he saw that I'd been taken into the illusion.
"Come on Tueur-Chan," rumbled Hidan's voice as he picked me up and threw my over his shoulder. "Let's get the hell out of here!" Everything was going by so fast and I could barely register what was going on around me so I stabbed Hidan in the back with my short katana but he didn't seem to mind. I heard him chuckle as we re-entered the room leaving Itachi to bleed in the hallway.
"Hey are you alright?" the white haired upperclassmen asked sitting me down on the bed and slowly pulling out my now bloody wakizashi from the depths of his back. If he weren't immortal that detail would be problematic but he treated it as if it was nothing more then a splinter. "Jen?"
He was staring at me with those beautiful purple red eyes almost caringly, as if he had never hated me at the beginning of the year, as if he where my brother. I couldn't hold myself together anymore and I hugged him crying into his bare shoulder. There was silence other then my weeping so I knew that the other two where staring and that Hidan was probably very surprised.
"Heh okay Jen-Chan…you can let go of me now…"
Itachi sniffed trying to stop his nose from bleeding. Kisame had punched him really hard and his face throbbed painfully but he didn't really care. He stood up and grabbed his sword and sheathed it with one hand over his bleeding orifice.
He felt like breaking down into loud sobs, he hated war with a passion; he hated war with his friends even more. He hated the fact that he hurt Jenny and now she hated him, he hated himself too at the moment.
"Perfect," he mumbled heading back to Tobi and Zetsu's room that had become 'home base.' The others where all talking quietly as he walked in.
"What happened to you Itachi-kun?" said the masked boy known as Madara to him. He narrowed his eyes and he could faintly see the other Uchiha's Sharingan shine from behind the mask. Of course his eyesight was bad so he didn't trust what he thought he saw.
"I attacked Kisame," he murmured in reply, the blood was beginning to congeal within his nose making his voice slightly nasally. "But Jenny heard and called for back up."
"She punched you in the face hmm?" Deidara asked with a smug grin as he kneaded a wad of brown clay in his hands.
"No," he said "Kisame did when I pulled her with genjutsu." Deidara's eyes widened and his big pupils contrasted into a tiny dot in the sea of his blue iris.
"You better not have hurt her yeah!" the blond growled standing up from his spot in the corner of the room staring at Itachi with hate, oh joy more hate. "I'll make you eat shit if you did!"
"Like I had a choice!" Itachi snapped back losing his calm composer "she knows how I sword fight Deidara. What was I going to do? Be captured?"
"I don't care you don't touch her with your freaky illusions okay?" the blond yelled stomping over to the other and shoved Itachi in the shoulder.
"Leave him alone Deidara-san," Konan warned but the blond didn't listen to her and pushed the Uchiha again.
"You know what Deidara," Itachi growled shutting off his Sharingan so his eyes just became dark slate pools, "I didn't need illusions to kick your ass."
"I didn't think you could swear Uchiha," the blond smirked when the black haired boy pushed his back. "Whatever," the blond turned away slightly as if to walk away.
Suddenly Deidara twisted around and swung his arm at Itachi's face. Itachi was able to dodge but the fist grazed his cheek. He couldn't however see the uppercut that plunged himself in the stomach making him gap for breath. Deidara watched him with a big smirk on his face but Itachi was now angry, very angry in fact. He looked up between his bangs as Deidara declared himself victor and then jumped him.
The fight didn't last long since Zetsu and Tobi where able to break up the two, but the blond and black haired boys each had lovely battle scars. Itachi's nose was bleeding again as was his lip and he had a row of bite marks on his left shoulder. Deidara's visible eye was now a big black and blue as well as scrunched up from the swelling his nose was bleeding too. He'd also lost a tooth in his left hand from when he bit Itachi and the other had wrenched away violently.
The two glared at each other from the opposite sides of the room as the other three cleaned there cuts the best they can. With Tobi poking fun at Itachi as he wiped the blood from his spit lip and nose while Konan twittered around Deidara trying to figure out how to get the tooth back in the hand mouth.
"This isn't good," Zetsu sighed looking at the two boys glaring daggers at each other "Yeah what the hell? It's bad enough we're in this civil war!" "We can't afford those two being at each other's throats too." "This sucks."
"So…the Akatsuki are divided," Loren murmured looking at the list that was given to her. She didn't know what to do. Really, if you knew a way to take down a powerful treat would you? If your life depended on it would you backstab your best friend?
If life was normal and she and Jenny where normal high school students she would say never in a heartbeat, but with all that was happening she was no longer so sure. She didn't know what would happen if the Wind Tower decided to invade the Akatsuki Temple. She didn't know if she had the heart to do it.
Suddenly Gaara came throw the door his eyes wide. Thinking quickly Loren stuffed the note in her back pocket hoping the red head wouldn't notice her fast motion.
"Yes?" she asked wondering why he was so surprised.
"Where is the Student Council note?" he snapped, "You know the one with all our names and room numbers on it?"
"Oh on the…" she looked over at the empty coffee table that once held a pink slip of paper. "It's gone."
"Oh crap well do you know where Yashamaru-san's room is?" Gaara asked making her think for a second trying to recall what was on that paper.
"Oh um one sixty…something," she sighed unable to remember the last digit.
"Well whatever," Gaara shrugged "he just messaged all the Counsel members over the intercom. He said he's got some top secret information that he wants to review with us in his room."
"Oh?" Loren blinked wondering what the Counsel leader thought was so important before adding dully. "That's probably the most word you've said all year."
Gaara just stared at her for a few second. "And that matters why?"
"Just letting you know!" she piped with a smile.
A.N: Oh don't hate me! Poor Itachi I felt bad for him while I was writting this XD. Yeah I wonder what Yashamaru wants!