Orochimaru was idly walking around when he noticed the large chakra presences that were getting closer to his hideout. His eyes went in the direction of where Itachi was being tortured by Akira and he heard a shriek of pain. Now feeling annoied, he walked down a dark hallway and started doing a jutsu. Might as well finish up the persuers.
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When Kisame and Tobi got to the place where the chakra was coming from they were confused. "There isn't anything here." Tobi said, surveying their surroundings. Kisame shook his head.
"It's here, it's definitely here. This is where I felt it coming from and right in this spot it's strong." Kisame said, pursing his lips. He was beginning to get worried. Suddenly there was a small rumbling from the ground and both Kisame's and Tobi's head went down. There was nothing there.
Their gazes met and they both nodded, silently agreeing on a plan.
Kisame slunk around one of the trees and sure enough, there was an entrance behind one of the bushes. "Found it." He said defiantly, walking in through the entrance. Tobi was right behind him but stopped at the opening. Kisame didn't turn around when he heard his substitute partner's footsteps stop. Madara knew there was something wrong about this picture. It was too easy, way too easy.
The shark man was deep into the hideout in no time since he decided to run. Doors to rooms zoomed by him as he ran; Itachi was in one of these rooms, he knew that. Which one was a mystery.
Kisame skidded to a stop and stared down the darker part of the hallway. Towards the end, he could make out a figure of a person. Itachi? Orochimaru? Akira? Holding the handle to his Samehada firmly in his hands, Kisame yelled out, "Who are you?"
"K-Kisame . . .?" A faint voice said. Kisame's eyes widened. He knew that voice. It was Itachi's. His grip loosened and he started running.
A hand shot out at him and grabbed onto his cloak, stopping him from going. He spun around, angry to see who was stopping him from saving Itachi from this god forsaken place. Tobi's orange mask shone dimly in the light. What did he want? "Don't be so hasty Kisame. That isn't Itachi." He stated plainly. Kisame glowered at the man and tore Tobi's hand off of him.
"Like hell he isn't! I know his voice. It's him." Kisame sneered before resuming his run down the hallway. Madara shifted his weight to one leg and crossed his arms. He wasn't going to stop Kisame now. The shark would get punished for not listening and being blinded by emotions.
"Kisame!" The person exclaimed when the blue man got to him. Kisame wrapped his arms around him when he noticed it was his beloved weasel. Tobi was wrong.
"Are you okay Itachi?" Kisame asked, slowly rubbing his hand up and down Itachi's back. Itachi's grip tightened on Kisame.
"I'm okay I guess," Itachi admitted, "They fled the hideout and left me here alone." Kisame pulled from Itachi and looked at the scrapes and cuts that cascaded Itachi's face. Gently, Kisame put his fingers over Itachi's cheek and began stroking it. Itachi flinched a bit but he gradually relaxed.
"I love you." Itachi said weakly, standing on the tips of his toes to join his lips with Kisame's. Kisame stopped all of his motions. The joy that was in him faded away and went to fury. That wasn't Itachi. Itachi wouldn't do that. He wouldn't say 'I love you' and kiss him, not after what had happened earlier.
Madara's eyebrow raised when he noticed that the shark had caught on. Smirking behind his mask, He rushed to the two, ready to attack the imposter.
Itachi's eyes fluttered open and when he saw the charging Madara, he clenched his teeth. Caught. He quickly noticed that Madara wasn't the least of his worries because he now saw the murderous intent on the shark's face. Feeding time.
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"How do you like it Uchiha?!" Akira roared, once again kicking Itachi not the wall. Peices of the paint and drywall rained on Itachi from the floor. Every wall in the room was damaged. Akira walked to Itachi's half unconcious body and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him with one hand. Blood dribbled from his mouth, going over the smears of blood from before that laced his face.
Akira smiled at the sight of the beaten up uchiha. "How are you today Itachi?" He asked. Itachi's eyes slowly opened and glowered at the other Uchiha. His lips barely moved as he tried to speak but he couldn't. He was too sore. "Speak up Uchiha boy," Akira spat, tightening his grip on his neck, "where's your voice now?!" He pulled his arm back and threw Itachi across the room with incredible strength.
Itachi winced when he collided with the already breaking surface. He didn't even make an attempt to move when he fell to the floor. It hurt so badly.
To make things worse, the bottom of Akira's shoe was stuffed in his face and stayed there. "You deserve this," Akira growled, smushing his foot harder against his face, "you know you deserve this. Don't you?!" Akira pushed harder then removed his foot, turning away from the fallen Uchiha heir.
"You're lower than dirt," Akira hissed, "that's why you'll be literally below the dirt soon!" He spun around and fire shot from his mouth. Itachi closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth, bracing for the finishing attack.
