Nakashima was wandering through a land; it was horribly similar to the one Itachi had trapped him in previously. What he saw would traumatize him for the rest of his life. He was lying on the floor, his heart had stopped and he was finding it hard to clasp the thin air that floated into the orange-red sky. He started coughing, retching onto the floor.
He reached a hand up to wipe his mouth, and when it came away it was covered in blood. His eyes widened. He wanted to scream but there was no air in his lungs. All that came out was more blood. He looked down and, to his horror his stomach had opened and his intestines were unravelling. They spilled onto the floor around him; he collapsed to the floor, his lungs feeling as they were being crushed. All his organs simultaneously imploded, his spine disconnected at every vertebrae. With his last clasps of air he screamed, oh did he scream.
The scream tore harshly from his lips as he shot in bed, wet sheets clinging to him, soaked with what Nakashima assumed was his own blood. He looked down; it was sweat mixed with his own urine. The pain still wracked his body. "You had a good night?" Kisame laughed, entering the room. Nakashima looked up weakly.
Itachi followed him. "We are leaving now! The leader does not like to be kept waiting."
Kisame turned away from Nakashima and nodded. "Let's go!" Kisame ordered.
Nakashima got up; Itachi had taken up Nakashima's sword. "You wont need this." Itachi said quietly.
"I want…" Nakashima began to object, Itachi put his hand up.
"What do you think you could do with this weapon?" Itachi asked. Nakashima just looked down. He knew what Itachi meant; he saw how ruthlessly efficient these two men could be.
Itachi smirked slightly and turned round. Kisame had already left and Nakashima was now fully dressed after bathing. Itachi was waiting at the door his back turned; he was looking down the stairs. Nakashima took his chance and ran towards Itachi's turned back; Itachi only began to turn round, when Nakashima's hands collided with Itachi's body. Itachi was launched down the stairs, landing on his neck and arms, and there was a noise of bone breaking and Itachi landed limply at the bottom of the stairs.
Nakashima looked down at Itachi's dead body and his hands.
What had he just done?
He was a murder now. He had sunk to their level. He turned round to grab his sword. Just as he was turning he heard something that didn't sound good. The blade was pressed against his neck, those unpleasant eyes staring down at him. "That was not a wise move…friend!" Itachi looked angry his calmness broken by how near to death he had actually come. Nakashima could not believe what he saw, though he did admit that some relief entered his mind when he realised he was not a murderer.
"Mangekyo Sharingan."
Nakashima sank into that nightmare world. He was screaming before he saw what was happening or had happened to Kuroda. He tried to scream again but all that came to his lips was blood, lots and lots of blood.
Blood was all he had left to give.