Chapter 4: The end of reason

A/N: Hey there. Guess who's back and updating this at 7:20 AM? Yeah! Me! Anyways, there's gonna be a really long time between updates now...I have this show going on so yeah. I have appointed a beta (hoohoo, go ninjaxbunny) and I'm sorry if I didn't accept your request. This is the first ever beta'ed chapter so...go me!

And ninjaxbunny.

There are some things you just can't describe.

Kisame

I stared out of the window aimlessly; my black eyes glassily looked out at everything and nothing. I wasn't focussing on anything in particular…I was just listening for that sound.

"Eh, sushi man, aren't you worried about Itachi?" Naruto's loud, deep voice asked me curiously.

I said nothing at all first, too intent on my task of looking and listening for it. When Naruto repeated his question, louder than before, his question sunk in.

"No," I replied curtly.

I straightened up suddenly because that scent had reached my nose and my gills were flapping in anticipation. I waited and waited, listening for it…

"What?! He's your friend; you should be worried about him!" Naruto yelled at me angrily and I drew my attention away from the open window to look at him flatly.

In a quiet, uncharacteristic voice, I explained to him calmly, "We are merely partners. In our field, in Akatsuki, friends become nothing more than a hindrance and interfere with our work. Itachi-san and I have no need of friends."

Naruto made a loud, annoyed sound and snapped at me, "Everyone needs friends! You just…you just can't have any! Honestly-"

My head turned suddenly, as that sound finally came and as my skin tingled in delight. Naruto stopped speaking the moment my head turned and I lifted an arm out of the window, rolling up my sleeve so that I could catch it on my dry, parched skin.

Finally, it had come.

"Urgh, it's raining again?! I wish it wasn't rainy season, the rain is really stupid," Naruto whined, our previous argument forgotten quickly.

"Shut up," I murmured to him, wanting to enjoy my moment of peace.

The rain only came every so often, and I treasured it whenever it came. I knew that Itachi-san was also fond of the rain but it meant much, much more to me than it did him. I had always been feared or criticized out of fear of my skin and my appearance. Even my own father, my own family, had been terrified of me. My mother had had to give me up, how could she hold a child whose skin would only damage her further?

But…the rain didn't discriminate.

The rain…it fell on everyone.

"Hey, what's wrong with you fish face?" Naruto demanded boisterously.

"It's raining," I answered him absentmindedly and he made a small 'pfft' sound.

"I know that! What's so special about it, it's only rain!" Naruto grumbled in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest.

I didn't answer his question and he muttered something darkly under his breath, standing up to walk to the other side of the room. The both of us remained in silence for what seemed about an hour and I tried my best to come up with a proper answer to his question that wasn't really a question.

"The rain…" I began confidently.

I stopped uncertainly, unsure of what to say next.

Naruto stopped rifling through the dark green bag he had been messing around with and straightened up to look at me. I let my gaze linger on his lively blue eyes and then cupped my blue hands, catching a few of the raindrops in my open palm.

I brought them close to my face and gazed, transfixed, at its glossy surface. My reflection stared back at me through melancholy eyes and I felt as if I were staring through a window to another world. The fragile beauty of the mirror-like rain captivated me and I found I had no idea what to say. I fell silent and Naruto shook his head in exasperation at me, realizing that I had nothing to say to him. He returned to the scuffed bag he had forgotten about earlier.

"What is the rain?"

Itachi

When I woke up, the feeling of having something extremely heavy whacked into your head repeatedly and then having ice cold water dunked on your head, just to spite you, was the feeling that overcame me instantly.

I left my eyes closed and let my chest rise up and down at a moderate pace. I would wake up fully in a moment or two; there was no need to wake up immediately. I could vaguely remember a few things and when my mind began to fully clear I let myself rest for a little longer.

I remembered vomiting out of an open window and feeling unbearably hot, hotter than I had ever been before. Everything beyond that was a blur, but I faintly remembered a lot of screaming and that my face had been wet. In an act of frustration, I tugged on the necklace around my neck twice before letting my hand drop.

"Good morning, Itachi-san," An unhurried, unworried voice rang out to greet me and I sat up to face whoever it was addressing me.

Something heavy pressed down on my legs and I let my cold eyes flicker down to them curiously. A shock of pink greeted me and I was instantly disgusted, pushing the annoying girl's head off of my legs. Although I was abusing her, she didn't wake up and I moved as far away as I could without slipping out of the white, sterile futon I was rested in.

"You shouldn't do that, you know," The same unrushed voice from before drawled and I looked up at the speaker.

A spiky, silver haired man sat at the girl's rosewood writing desk on a wooden chair that didn't look in the least bit comfortable, his single onyx black eye stared at me unashamedly. His onyx one eyed gaze would have certainly been called unsettling by most people, but it lost its affect on me. A battered and well used forehead protector covered his other eye, and it was only when I saw the navy dark blue mask drawn up over his mouth and nose that I recognized him.

"Copy-nin, Hatake-san," I stated flatly.

He smiled a small, tired, half-hearted smile at me and I could only distinguish that it was a smile through the slight crinkle in his eye and the crease in his dark mask. He said to me casually, "Call me Kakashi."

My dark eyes narrowed at him and I told him bluntly, "I don't believe we are on a first name basis, Hatake-san."

The Copy-nin shrugged and rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forwards so that he could get a closer look at me. The both of us continued our long, staring game and when he realized that I wouldn't speak unless spoken to, he broke the tense silence.

"You shouldn't have done what you did earlier to Sakura-chan," Hatake-san repeated seriously.

I could tell he was hinting at me to ask why and I found it annoying. I retained my usual stoic expression and spoke, "You do not have the right to tell me what I should and should not do."

"Well, you're right there but I can give you a few…guidelines," He pointed out and my cool, red eyes narrowed slightly at him.

He could give me all the guidelines he wanted, but I wouldn't follow them. Nobody told me how to do things, I did whatever I wished. He knew as well as I did that it was pointless to give me such.

"Sakura-chan stayed up four nights in a row. Her hands are bleeding from overuse of chakra and she nearly killed herself three times just to heal you," Hatake-san explained to me, his one eyed gaze pierced through me.

"If you are trying to make me feel bad about how I am treating the girl, I'm afraid that you are nowhere near your goal," I said smoothly and he shrugged indifferently.

"I'm not trying to do any of that, Itachi-san. I'm just giving you an idea of what she's like," He replied enigmatically.

He walked slowly to the door in his annoying, unhurried fashion and waved a hand over his shoulder lazily. The rice paper screen door shut quietly after him and I stared at the chair he had been sitting on for a few moments before shaking my head vigorously to clear it of all troubling thoughts.

I looked out of the window and found that it was raining. I instantly thought of Kisame and knew he would be glad it was finally raining after day after day of the same useless humidity. As I continued to stare out of the window, a rustle of cloth alerted me that someone was there.

A split second later, a crouched figure appeared on the windowsill and instantly I wished I were unconscious. I thought of pretending to fall asleep but the person on the windowsill had already seen me, it was far too late to do so under their keen, observant, pale green eyes.

"Hey…Itachi-san," A deep, smooth voice greeted me.

A person of medium stature remained crouched on the windowsill, their blonde hair flapping about their face. There was something hard about his features, be it the strong chin or the sharp eyes he had, despite the slight lazy smirk that never seemed to reach his icy eyes. A fringe of near white blonde hair covered one of his eyes and the rest of it was tied up into a ridiculously high ponytail that looked like a puffball. A trademark black, red and white Akatsuki cloak instantly gave away who they were and it was only then I realized I had absolutely no idea where mine was, and at the moment I didn't care much.

"You will leave this place. Now," I growled at him flatly.

His smirk widened into something a bit more sadistic and he jumped down from the windowsill to approach me. He ignored the sleeping girl at my side but he instead looked down at me from where he stood.

Then he burst out into peals of deep laughter.

"Leave," I snapped at him through clenched teeth, his deep, grating laughter was truly beginning to get on my nerves.

"Aren't you glad to see me, Itachi-san? It's been so long, yeah?" The man tried to provoke me.

I remained silent and began to stand up to face the man; I was not going to be belittled by anyone. As I stood, my vision began to whiten around the edges but I managed to stay standing. I glared coolly at the man who was obviously a tad bit unsettled by the intensity of my glare.

"But, it's true then, yeah? You've been captured by the Konoha ANBU and…" The man burst into laughter again and held onto his stomach with a pale white hand as his stomach began to hurt from all the laughing.

"Deidara, if you are simply here to piss me off then leave," I snapped at him.

My legendary self control always seemed to fray at the edges whenever Deidara came along. The urge to kill him was irresistible at times, and this was one of those times.

Usually, he was terrified to the death of me but my capture had given him obvious confidence. It annoyed me that a brief obstacle could make someone think that I would be stuck in this hellhole forever and I certainly didn't want to be the reason for Deidara's suddenly prideful ego.

"Oh, I've touched a nerve, yeah? And you're still as boring as usual but you can't even stand on your own two feet properly!" Deidara obviously found this hilarious and I waited for his laughing fit to end.

"What are you here for?" I growled at him, it was more a statement than a question, but statement or not he got the point.

"You're still always to the point, yeah? Anyways, the Boss just wanted me to confirm you and Salmon-chan are here," Deidara's grin spread across his face until he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Now that you have confirmed it, leave," I ordered him and he shrugged uncaringly.

He took a glance down at the girl and managed a quick, sarcastic remark, "I didn't know pink was your colour, yeah."

"It isn't," I hissed at him.

Deidara smirked at me and all of a sudden disappeared. My reflexes weren't exactly what they once were because when I felt his cold, repulsive lips pressed lightly against my own, I instantly lashed out at him with a muscled arm but he had already danced away. I grabbed the stone inkwell sitting on the wooden writing desk and flung it with all my might at Deidara who was sitting on the windowsill, swinging his legs back and forth mischievously.

"Ja, bye bye, Itachi-san!" Deidara snickered as he dropped out of the window, the inkwell narrowly missing his blonde head.

I made a quick mental note to myself.

After escaping from this place of torture and killing each and every one of the members of this pathetic ANBU squadron, Deidara was going to die a slow, painful, torturous death.

Uzumaki Naruto

"Hey, hey, Kakashi-sensei, can I go see Sakura-chan now?" I whined loudly, hoping my whining would eventually get on his nerves.

"No," He replied bluntly, flicking through a page of his Icha Icha porno magazine disinterestedly.

Kisame was still sitting on that damn windowsill, he hadn't moved from that spot ever since the rain started. I was really getting annoyed with him; it was almost as if he was dead or something.

"Why not?" I pressed him further.

"Because she's sleeping," He said coolly and flicked through another papery page.

"But I'll be really quiet! Sakura-chan won't know I'm there!" I yelled at him in protest and Kakashi ignored me, peering at his book for closer inspection.

"You're never quiet, dumbass," Kisame snapped at me and I got to my feet, pointing angrily at the bluish shark relation.

"I can be really quiet when I want to! So shut up, stupid fish face!" I yelled at him and Kisame instantly stood up, walking towards me with a renewed light in his black eyes.

"You can't tell me to be quiet!" He shouted back and I put my hands on my hips.

"I can tell anyone to be quiet!" I retorted.

"It's not like they'll listen to you," He pointed out and I opened my mouth angrily to snap something back at him, but snapped it shut again when I found I didn't have anything to say back to him.

Kakashi snapped his book shut and stood up, brushing imaginary dust off of his front. He turned away from us and walked briskly towards the door. I could sense he was angry, but I didn't know why.

He pulled open the door and glanced at me with a serious onyx eye. He told me solemnly, "Naruto…don't get attached to him. He will be dead at the end of all of this."

The door slammed shut behind him and the whole structure shuddered with the force of the slam. I yelled after him, "It's not like I would!"

I sat down on the floor and crossed my arms over my chest, looking up at the white, peeling ceiling. Kisame had returned to his seat on the windowsill and continued to stare out of it, a mysterious light in his black onyx eyes. I decided not to speak to him and instead thought about Kakashi's words.

Kisame…he would die at the end of all of this…wouldn't he? And he deserved it, after all of the people he killed…didn't he?

I had known him to be a cruel, heartless, sadistic bastard before this but…was he really as bad as that?

Haruno Sakura

I woke up gradually and my jade green eyes flickered open. As soon as the dim light spilled into my tired eyes, they snapped shut again and I groaned quietly. My back hurt like a bitch, honestly, and my neck was definitely cramped.

And I could only wonder…what the hell did I do to get like this?

I opened my eyes again and kept them open this time, allowing them to take in everything through blurry and tired pupils. A stunning whiteness was all that registered in my mind until I sat up.

Well, the mystery of my aching back and neck was solved. I had fallen asleep sitting down. Eurgh, how the hell had I managed that?

A quiet drizzling noise greeted my ears and I looked out of the window, finding the reason for my aching back sitting on the windowsill and the pouring rain that made the soothing sound. I grumbled as I stood up and walked over to Itachi quickly.

He was far too absorbed in the rain and if he had noticed my awakening, he had chosen to ignore it. He had a hand clasped around the beaded necklace I had seen before and he had wrapped himself in his half-repaired Akatsuki cloak. His dark red eyes took on a faraway quality that I found so strange in his face; he didn't seem like the contemplative type.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked him quietly and he continued to stare out of the window, ignoring the raindrops that fell onto his pale, porcelain face.

The two long scars that ran from his tear ducts downwards made him seem so much older and in the state he was in, it only made him look even more fatigued. The dark hair that framed his tired features was matted and not quite as glamorous as it had first been and I remembered that the neither of us had had a shower for a week or more. Eurgh, we must have smelt nasty.

"Uchiha-kun?" I pressed him for an answer and he finally let his hand drop to look at me with his piercing red eyes.

"My health does not concern you," He told me flatly and for a moment, my face fell.

I replaced my crestfallen expression with one of anger and I snapped at him irritably, "It damn does! I stayed up for more than five nights because you had to get a stupid fever! And, Tsunade-sama wouldn't appreciate it if you suddenly keeled over and died before you undergo trial. I think that your 'thank you for killing yourself over me Sakura' is well over-due!"

"Nobody asked you to stay up. I have no need to thank you," Itachi pointed out coolly.

"B-But-" I stuttered in protest and he silenced me with a sharp look.

"You are annoying me. There is no need for me to explain any further, Sakura," He stated bluntly and his eyes left mine to resume staring out of the window.

I left him in a huff, wondering not for the first time why I had actually volunteered to room with an arrogant prick like him. It was like he had a fucking stick shoved up his ass or something and he was just so…so…so…argh!

I mimicked him in a high, quiet voice, "You are annoying me. There's no need for me to explain any further, Sakura."

Then, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

"You are annoying me. There's no need for me to explain any further…Sakura."

Wait a minute. He…he…

He said my name? Mr. I-am-so-much-cooler-than-you-so-you-should-go-die said my name?

He didn't call me girl or something like that?

…he called me…Sakura?

HELL YEAH!

I didn't quite know why I was so excited that he had simply called me by my first name, hell, everyone did that but it was just so…so…nice being called Sakura by him. Ew, I didn't just say nice did I? I didn't mean nice! I meant…uh…

Well, I couldn't quite place my finger on it but suffice to say, I was happy.

I stole a glance at the quiet, blunt S class criminal and felt the quickest of grins flicker across my face. I found I couldn't quite wipe it off until a full five minutes later and remembered that I hadn't showered in more than a week. I shuddered in disgust and walked over to my drawers, but then I felt the necklace try and pull me back towards Itachi.

"Uchiha-kun, I need to take a shower so I need you to come with me…" I trailed off towards the end of my sentence. My jade green eyes widened suddenly and I waved my hands around in the air quickly at his raised eyebrows.

"I don't mean it that way! I mean, the necklace would restrict me from moving far away from you so I mean-" I stuttered in embarrassment hurriedly.

He stood up and brushed past me, leaning against the wall to the side of the rice paper door. I was a bit surprised at his compliance but I wasn't about to complain about it; a compliant Itachi was better than a stubborn one after all. I went over to the drawers without the annoying tug from before and pulled out a spare change of clothing from inside, making sure to fold my clothes and hide my underwear from Itachi. I then turned to the cupboard and pulled it open, groaning when I realized that the towels were on the top shelf.

"How the hell am I going to get those?" I thought aloud, looking up at the three demure looking towels. I knew that Itachi wouldn't help me get them; he was a jerk anyways so I needed to go find Shikamaru again…

I stole a quick glance at Itachi, maybe if he was so compliant today he would help me get them…just maybe…

He returned my gaze coolly and made no move to help me out, as I had expected. I muttered darkly about him under my breath, deciding to go for much trickier plan B. I pressed my hands against the inner walls of the cupboard and put one foot on the wall before hopping up so that my entire body was in a star shape. I began to scale the walls in that fashion and snatched at two towels before my hands and feet gave way and I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Ow…" I whined, rubbing my backside as I stood up and picked up the drab looking towels.

Itachi simply looked at me and I could smell his annoyance and…well, something else. I wrinkled my nose and threw a towel at him, which he caught easily. He looked down at it before looking back up to me with raised eyebrows.

"You're taking a shower," I told him.

"You cannot tell me what to do," he growled at me and he tried to press the towel into my hands, but I stubbornly refused to take it.

"No. You are taking a shower; you haven't had one in more than a week so take one," I remained resolute and he reluctantly shouldered the towel, realizing this was a fight he couldn't win.

He turned away from me and opened the shojo screen, walking out of the door before I did. I grumbled as I ran to get ahead of him; he had no idea where he was going even if he did like to pretend he did. It was only then I remembered that he only had one change of clothing and that those would probably smell pretty bad too…so…

I glanced back at him and tried to think of who looked about his size. Naruto wouldn't work…he was a lot bigger than Itachi anyways. Sasuke would sooner dress in Naruto's neon orange jacket before he gave Itachi anything and Ino and Hinata were out of the question since I didn't think Itachi would be happy in anything…dressy. Shikamaru…well, having been in his quarters before, he wasn't the cleanest person and it would probably take me months to find anything clean in his pile of clothing.

Then…that only left…

Kakashi.

I groaned and began to drag myself across the wooden suspension bridges, grumbling about how Kakashi was so damn annoying and that he thought he was so cool. It was true though, he thought that just because he had a mask he looked cool.

Ok, maybe he did look cool but that was beside the point!

I sighed and stopped in front of Kakashi's quarters, the smallest room in the whole place. Not that Kakashi minded, as long as he had somewhere to read his porno and sleep he was happy. I walked right up to Kakashi's door and pulled the shojo screen open rudely, stepping in without announcing myself.

"It's very impolite to enter before you knock," A lazy baritone voice reprimanded me and I shot the speaker a glare, pointing accusingly at him.

"Not that you'd know anything about being polite, Kakashi-sempai," I snapped at him and he shrugged, his mask straining as he smiled at me.

"Well, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" Kakashi asked me and I looked around his spotless room, shocked at the cleanliness compared to someone like Naruto or Shikamaru.

"Uh…well, Uchiha-kun and I were going to go take a shower so he needs clothes…" I replied absentmindedly, unaware that my sentence had just sounded extremely suggestive.

It was only when Kakashi's smile widened and his black eye took on a strange quality I realized my tragic error. My entire body was disgusted at the idea of sharing a shower with…with…with Itachi of all people. I wasn't about to sleep with someone so arrogant and self absorbed like him!

"I didn't mean it that way! Just let me borrow some clothes for him!" I snapped at the perverted ninja who shrugged.

"There are clothes lying on my bed. I was going to change into them but Itachi-san obviously needs them more than I do," He poked fun at me a bit and I fought the very tempting urge to rip his head off with my teeth.

"You're so annoying!" I snapped at him and his onyx eye suddenly hardened over.

"Don't grow attached to him, Sakura. You know that he will be dead at the end of all of this," He stated unexpectedly and a tense silence filled the room.

My already stressed out mind froze suddenly at his words and it was a long time before I started to think properly again.

"I-" I began heatedly but surprisingly, Itachi stepped in and took the clothes off of the bed without a word.

I fell silent and instead settled for shooting Kakashi a death glare that would have made Naruto wet himself and huffed indignantly. Itachi then turned for the door and Kakashi followed us, leaning against the doorframe to see us off.

"Oh yeah, if you want any advice you can borrow-" Kakashi started, holding up three of his Icha Icha magazines but I slammed the shojo screen in his face, truly and royally pissed off now.

I stomped off, ignoring the forceful tug of the necklace in my anger and I was barely aware that I was dragging Itachi along. I was too busy grumbling to myself and when I looked over my shoulder, I shot the Sharingan Master a death glare.

"What the hell are you doing?! We need to hurry up!" I snapped at him irritably and when his eyes narrowed, I knew I was in for another one of those 'You have no right to push me around' lectures.

"Do not push one such as I around. You will find yourself regretting that later on," He hissed at me.

I rolled my jade eyes and said sarcastically, "Oh, I'm so scared of a guy doomed to execution."

Itachi fell silent at that and I continued to walk hurriedly towards the showers. He reluctantly began to walk behind me and I didn't realize how mean my words had been until a lot later on. However, at the moment I didn't care and Kakashi had just managed to get on my nerves; he was going to die the next time he ever threw those magazines in my face.

The pale bath house finally came into view and I opened the sliding screen door, slipping inside first. I shut the door in Itachi's face and told him, "Wait outside, you can't come in because I'm washing."

"I don't believe there's anything worth mentioning inside," He retorted smoothly and I resisted the urge to punch his head through the thin rice paper door.

I began to take my clothes off and yelped loudly when I slipped into the ice cold wooden bath of water. I pressed my hands against either side of it and used my chakra to warm it up. I was more than thankful to whoever created chakra control when the water grew warm almost instantly and I sighed, bringing my knees higher up so that they poked out of the crystalline water and let my head slip underwater.

"Don't grow too attached to him, Sakura. You know he will be dead at the end of all of this…"

I sighed in frustration and closed my eyes. The smoky, spiralling fumes of the water gradually rid me of all memory of the annoying, arrogant Sharingan Master.

Next Chapter preview: The End of Solitude

"So...we have to protect Konoha...at the cost of our own sanity?"

"There was someone once but...we stopped talking."

"Hey, you want to play a game?"

What you may be wondering...

Is there any hint as to why Sasuke's eye is blue?
It's in the previous chapter and a bit hard to find but I hope someone picked up on it.

Will Deidara come again? Will any other members of the Akatsuki appear?
I didn't want to incorporate too much of the Akatsuki into this so no to the second question. As for the first one...I like Deidara but I'm writing merely from what I've heard of him. When I get around to writing Angel again and reading the Naruto timeskip manga I'll start writing with him as one of my mains. The only other time he comes into the story is at the very, very end and it's probably only going to be for a paragraph or so.

Itachi's a bit different from how he's portrayed in other stories. What's your inspiration?
Haha, the inspiration from that came from reading one too many Inuyasha stories. I've always imagined Itachi and Sesshoumaru to have a somewhat similar character so I tried to mix some of Sesshoumaru's character into Itachi's description. Of course, I didn't go all the way and have Itachi going, "This Itachi will not tolerate this because you are a filthy human." Then again, what Itachi says to Sakura is sort of similar (haha, live with it). Each Itachi in each story is different, I suppose. I've seen lots; cruel, possessive, angsty, emotionless but I like him proud. Uchiha pride, lol.

Why's Naruto all shy around women? I thought he's a very outgoing character!
Hm, haven't you ever noticed that the boys who talk about perverted things the most are mostly the ones afraid to do anything relationship-wise? Then again, it may just be because of my age and the guys in our Year haven't exactly matured much so...

Urgh, this is a Sasuke suddenly appears from the Sound Village and comes back to Konoha story?
Yeah, yeah, I know it's unrealistic but I got lazy. And I'm not about to rewrite this a second time so phooey.

Where have Ino and Shikamaru gone? And, where the hell's everyone else?
Weeeell, I know there are probably a lot of Shikamaru and Temari fans out there so I'm not about to go rile them up by writing this whole INO LOVES SHIKAMARU chapter. This story revolves around Itachi, Sakura, Kisame and Naruto (as most of my stories do). Hinata and Sasuke have an important part to play but the four aforementioned people are obviously the most important.

Whoa, you got rid of a lot of the original work didn't you?
Yeah, I did. I completely revamped this story; there are going to be a lot of different things happening. The ending is still going to be the same but with different reasons behind it and I'm trying to focus on the relationship between characters, not the events that happen. The most action packed chapter is going to be a lot later on and it is actually an event from the original work.

Does Shisui come into this?
YES! I don't see why people never put Shisui in their stories, it's the perfect oppurtunity to mess around with Itachi! Shisui's a cool character (well, at least he is in this story). I hope Masashi Kishimoto does a manga chapter sometime with Shisui in it. YEAH!

Who the heck's Ayame?
Ayame? Ayame...well, she's important. I can't tell you too much here but I can tell you that she's very special to Itachi.

Is Itachi's necklace still...you know?
Hm...it's still important to him but not for the same reasons as last time.

...Dude, how much of this rewrite have you written?
Hey, don't accuse me of slacking off! I've got 7 chapters written and I'm halfway through the 8th one. It's good man. It is good.

Why the hell are you writing this?
Gee, don't get so pissy! I'm doing this for your sake! (Although I doubt many of you are reading this...)

Selandora (the sickeningly emotional undeniably sexy one you must fear with a ridiculously long title that takes twenty seconds to type out.)