The hours are long and weary; it seems that each one slides by slower than the last. My eyelids flutter tiredly and I pull them away from the door that they'd been resting on since I sat down in this cold wooden floor. Glancing around, my eyes catch on my captor, Itachi. He was looking at me, at my eyes.
For a moment, I stare back at him, the embarrassedly, I quickly advert my eyes from his face and back to the door. Why was he looking at me? Curiously, I slowly slide my vision back to him; he was still looking at me. How long has he been staring at me? Why was he staring at me? Has he been staring at me this whole time?
Looking at his face, my heart rushes with pain. He looks so much like Sasuke, it's unreal, like I am actually facing Sasuke. His face was so familiar, I couldn't stand it. Blushing, I look away to the ground. Memories come crashing down on me, memories of Sasuke and with those, memories of Naruto, Konoha, my family, my life. My eyes begin to well up with tears; will I ever get to see any of them again? Itachi throughout this keeps his stare, his cold, unfeeling stare.
He doesn't make sense to me. He never seems to feel anything, not pain, or anger or even tired. My thoughts stop- wait, he just traveled for over twenty-four hours without getting off of his feet, meanwhile dealing with my kicking and screaming, and now was stuck having to watch me do nothing for the rest of the night- how did he stay awake? Even some of the strongest ninja would have trouble with keeping their eyes open by now. Looking at him, you couldn't tell what he did in the last twenty-four hours of his life. His eyes were completely open, he was fully aware of the world around him, and he seemed well rested- how? My mind puzzled it over and over and soon my mouth couldn't help but blurt it out.
"H-how are you awake," I ask, looking him, again, in the face. Quickly I realize my ignorance, my stupidity, here I am captured, a hostage of the Akatsuki under the threat of death and all I can think about is the person who's making sure I don't escape. I should hate him, but for him, all I feel is curiosity. Why am I so stupid, so weak? Here I am, questioning the Akatsuki member who aided in my capture about his life, when Naruto was probably questioning himself if he should give up his life for mine. Ashamed, I shake my head and try to clear my mind.
"I don't sleep. I can't sleep."
Confused, I look up to Itachi, "What?"
"You asked why I was awake, I said I don't sleep," he explained in an almost monotone sort of voice.
"Oh, I reply, keeping my gaze on the ground, so he's an insomniac then. Looking to his face I realize that the lines under his eyes were clues I usually wouldn't have missed. Can't sleep. My mind was distracted, but the guilt was still there. Naruto, I was so harsh to him when we were younger, I used to call him annoying on a daily basis. Now it's just my luck that he's the only person who can decide if I live or die.
I look up to Itachi's face, his eyes still resting on mine. Sasuke. He ruined Sasukes' life, and yet; there he sits and I feel no anger or spite. It's almost as if Sasuke was there and not Itachi. I match my gaze with his eyes. They were almost the only facial feature of his that was noticeably different from Sasukes'. Sasukes eyes are a deep blue that seem to go on forever and are extremely easy to get lost in, but Itachis' were so different. A deep gray was in the place that would usually have color and that gave them a misty effect, they seemed to look through, not at you. His eye color matched his attitude, dark and distant.
A knock sounded on the door and I was knocked out of the trance his eyes had on me. Itachi, for the first time since we came in got up and opened the door. Looking around the door frame, my mind puzzled with yet another familiar face. This time, it looked like that sand ninja, Gaara. Holding my tongue from blurting out the first thing that came to my mind, I waited for him to come in so I could see for sure.