Hey! It's been a while. Did cpr on a dummy in health today.. Currently plotting a crossover! It's a hp and naruto, but takes a original twist. I'll release more details later.
Beta'ed by: SaphireWhiteWolf. Well, she got most of it anyway. ;)
Chapter 15: Lies and Vices
Jiraiya came back into the hotel room reeling. He reeked of alcohol, and was clearly intoxicated; even the dullest of civilians would be able to tell that much. Thus his senses were muddled, and left him vulnerable to attack, though when one was a Sannin, they didn't give much thought to those things. Even his name inspired fear in newly appointed jounin; his prowess in battle was legendary. Jiraiya let his reputation keep him safe and did not fear attack in hampered state.
The Konoha ninja nearly tripped and caught himself on the door frame. Frowning, annoyance written all over his face, he slip the door open and kicked off the troublesome geta. The landed on the wood with a clack and slid a bit, before toppling over near his futon.
He didn't see the brat, which he supposed was odd, but didn't set off any alarm bells. At times the kid would leave before he returned, and the room would be empty. Uncommon, but no out of character.
Feeling a headache coming on, he settled into the soft white material. Jiraiya's plans did not include being awake when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping, especially with the prospect of the inevitable hangover looming over him.
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Sometime later, he become more aware of the outside world once more. Groaning, Jiraiya tried to ignore the pounding in his head. Though his tolerance was high, he had spent a lot of time at a multitude of bars last night searching for Tsunade and had consumed a great amount of sake along the way. By now the sun was out, and the light that escaped from the curtains was like a lance in his skull.
Grumbling, he half-expected his newest apprentice to come bursting in, shouting or carrying on in a loud-manner-that-was-bad-for-migraines way of his. When it didn't happen Jiyaiya secret counted his blessings and decided to get some water. His throat was painfully dry, and some liquid would clear his mind. Food would be welcome as well.
Plan now established, Jiraiya headed out to serve his needs. He would keep a lookout for the blond along the way.
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By now, the sun was down and the Toad Sage's body had processed a majority of the alcohol that had been circulating his system. Because of that he was able to notice details, small things, that he hadn't noticed or deemed important at the moment of observation. His apprentice, fool-hardy as he was, hadn't returned. Jiraiya had noticed that the kid was energetic, but as far as he knew, wasn't inclined just to run off. Running away wasn't a part of the kid's M.O.
Neither was subtlety.
Jiraiya's first stop was the hotel room. He was now on an investigation; he was probably being paranoid, but this was Minato's kid, and the jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi! Caution never hurt in delicate situations. He stood at the threshold of the room, just outside the doorway and his eyes roved around the room. He cursed how he had bumbled into the room last night in his drunken state. How many clues and possible leads had he inadvertently destroyed?
It was pure folly on his part.
To the naked eye, there were no obvious signs of a struggle. However, to the trained observer, a more critical eye could notice several key facts.
Naruto's jumpsuit, the bright glaring orange it was, lay in the corner. It looked oddly lonely and deflated without it's owner. So the kid hadn't been planning the impromptu trip. This made the Sannin nervous; few things could excuse leaving one's daily clothes behind. Either the kid had stormed out irrationally, or the more grim and likely answer: Naruto had been kidnapped.
Grimacing at the implications, he continued to scan the room, hoping to find evidence that would contradict his current findings, for the result of a jinchuuriki being kidnapped was never good.
His heart sunk; that silly goofy cap was here. The inane night cap with teeth and eyes attached to it that Naruto never left. It was one of his dearest possessions for reasons Jiraiya couldn't fathom.
And consequently, something the blond would never willingly leave.
"Dammit." he cursed, at his incompetence, and Orochimaru for forcing them into this position.
Now it wasn't a matter of confirming what had happened, but rather who had been behind it, and why.
Akatsuki came to the forefront of his mind. Through his own spying and connections he had ascertained a few key pieces of information. To the general public, the name would mean little, although rumors of a shady organization had spread to minor villages. Akatsuki members were said to be marked by black coats covered in red clouds, and were all S-class criminals. Orochimaru was at one point and time affiliated with them. Their goal wasn't known, but the abduction and disappearance of jinchuuriki and influential people had been connected to them.
As Naruto housed the spirit and chakra of the Kyuubi no Kitsune, they would certainly have the motive to do it.
Jiraiya knew he also needed to rule out any other suspects, and hopefully that could be done quickly. As much as he wished he could, the Sannin couldn't rush out and hope to take on the enemy and then get away with the boy in tow. Time was of the essence; wait to long and the trail would go cold. Knowledge was key right now. His lack of it put him at a distinct disadvantage.
Overall, it was a poor situation.
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It wasn't Kiri, couldn't be Suna, and Kumo just didn't care. Konoha though filled with loathing would not sign it's own death warrant.
That left only Iwa, who if given the right knowledge, would have the perfect motive.
The problem was, they didn't.
The jounin of Iwa, who had once been children and seen their parents cut down, screamed as blood flooded their vision, didn't know the Minato Namikaze had had a son, and that his name was Naruto Uzumaki. Sarutobi's protection had worked too well. In a way, if it had been Iwa, it would have been better. Jiraiya could deal with the bitter Doton users that dwelt there. Stormed the village, or snuck in using shinobi stealth.
Walking in blindly was all that he was doing here. A trap filled with a dangerous unstable genius, who's Sharingan bred madness originated in Konoha.
Jiraiya scowled and bit his thumb, causing blood to ooze out. His hands blurred through the seals, and the slammed them palm-down onto the wooden flur. There was a small pop as space distorted, and the poof of smoke dissipitated, reveal a puppy-sized toad. "Gamahasu." He said, addressing the female toad. "I need you to send a message to the elders."
She was going to make a flippant remark, but refrained from comment. The seriousness on his face told her enough. "What would you like me to relay?"
"The master has lost sight of the tadpole. The grey dog should know which storm the tadpole has been lost in." He paused, and pulled out a thin scroll. "And here, give them this."
"Of course."
Another pop and she was gone.
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"That's kind of cruel if you think about it." Deidara said, watching the Uchiha he detested with a passion surround the jinchuuriki with candles, "to make it seem more realistic".The genjutsu, he thought privately, was already powerful enough and he didn't believe his excuse. He loathed the Uchiha for bringing him into this organization, bound to rules and other things. He couldn't stand it. So he chattered away, however petty it was, to annoy him.
Itachi just glanced up silently and went back to work. "I don't see the point, staying in the darkness long enough will drive him mad," the blond went on, not at all bothered by his silence, "or are you just sicker than I thought, hmm?" The Uchiha already had a minor illusion in effect, to keep the brat from knowing of their presence. He couldn't see, hear, smell, or otherwise sense their presence.
It was a waiting game, to watch as the mind broke itself. The blond's imagination would do all the work for them-the genjutsu was a mere catalyst, and would only be activated for the first day. By then, the sleep deprivation would set in. Paranoia would build along with the inherent fear of the dark all humans possessed.
Right now, the Uchiha was trying to stimulate a hot day. Deidara had been able to pry that much out of him.
His light blue eyes flickered to the boy sharply as he heard a moan. "He's waking up to early." the bomber could practically hear the frown, "Knocking him back out." With a sigh, he flicked a rock at his temple. It connected with a soft smack and clattered to the ground. Despite his dislike of Itachi, he had enough sense to respect superior ability.
"Hmm." He rose from his spot by the wall, disinterested in the situation. "I'm going to see what Sasori-danna is doing."
Deidara walked out, not so much as glancing at the genin.
Soon after, Itachi stepped out. He could feel the summons coming from the ring; it burned and constricted around his finger. Someone was eager to see him. His fingernails tingled; and electric current seemed to pulse through his hand, and he thought sparks might leap from his finger-tips. The motivation, for indeed that's what it was, spurred him on-there was an unusual sense of urgency in this request.
Itachi formed a handsign and the stone groaned a bit as it came together, locking the boy in it's prison. Purposefully he strode through the halls, having the warren of halls memorized. If he so wished, he was capable of navigating my memory alone with his sight cut off from him.
Moments later, he came to another, seemingly plain, stone wall. Several things gave it away to the Akatsuki member though; one spot was unusually smooth compared to the rough stone, and there were five subtle indents arranged in the pattern of fingertips. Blinking, and pausing, for no reason apparent to anyone but himself (perhaps for confirmation?), Itachi raised his left hand and pressed his fingers against the wall. He gathered his chakra and then pushed, expelling the energy into the wall. Lines began to appear on the wall, as if drawn by an invisible artist, and glowed with a white light so out of place in this cave of death.
Like rays of light from heaven shining in to the darkest pits of hell.
Itachi chuckled; he was being rather melodramatic today. Poetic even.
If anyone other than Kisame witnessed it, they probably would've freaked out (read: had a mental break down) as they were of a lesser Uchiha vaguely wondered what caused people to buy into the idea that the reserved Uchiha laughing or otherwise expressing a positive emotion meant the end of the world as he waited for Pein to let him in.
Then again he also had a strange streak that revelled in the fact that he had the power to break such weak pathetic minds by simply laughing at a joke.
Oh the joy.
Itachi didn't do exclamation points. They weren't shinobi enough.
The light cut off abruptly and suddenly everything was much, much darker and serious; all light thoughts of amusement fled. Pein had called and it was time to report to duty.
He heard a crack as the rock split. Shuddering, the gaping hole grew bigger, and he slipped through the yawning stone before it melded back together.
Those eyes were all that were visible; the grey ringed iris's glowed faintly. Pein's numerous silver and black studs glinted sinisterly. Piercings were his thing. Idly, Itachi wondered what would happen if Pein came across a magnet. Would they all rip out, leaving him disfigured? Would he die, suffering a long-drawn out death? Morbidly he picuted the outcome of such a meeting: skin torn off, crusted blood and nasty scabs, and exposed muscle.
Or the magnet would simply stick, and Pein would be on his merry way.
Fully intact.
"I see you heard my summons. Always so swift to follow orders." He complimented. The praise came from his mouth lightly without much thought. "I need you to bring Zetsu."
Questions arose in the Uchiha's mind quickly. Anytime a new piece of information this tended to happen.
As if sensing Itachi's curiosity he added, "We need to dispose of someone," by way of explanation.
"Of course." He murmured. Who had outlived their usefulness? Or who had unwittingly stumbled into something they shouldn't have, signing their own death warrant?
Not that it mattered. Not much mattered these days.
As Itachi turned to re-enter the hall, Pein spoke up. "Oh, and check on the jinchuuriki will you?" He said it flippantly, rather casual. Sometimes it still gave Itachi the chills. The fact that jinchuuriki could be spoken of so freely spooked him. Reminded him of Konoha, triggering memories of his ANBU days. Killing, which he still did. And protecting..protecting a young blond with a fake smile and a demon inside him. The complete opposite of what he did now.
So unlike those days, when he was something to be proud of. When even uttering "Kyuubi" was a cause for death or worse. When..when..
'Sasuke.' When being a big brother was his only duty.
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Feeling oddly un-Itachi like three days passed before he decided to give the blond some water. Compassion and mercy hadn't really been his thing. Any act of kindness had been harshly beat out by his training. However, Pein's comment had sparked something with him. Something close to feeling human again, though guilt plagued him. Emotions weren't worth feeling like an abomination.
Monster.
He indulged his conscious, (though he knew it would only feed the problem, and undermine all of his hard work) and brought the genin some water.
Secretly of course. He had no intention of getting caught.
But perhaps the gods didn't like that; Itachi wasn't meant to be a good guy after all. As luck would have it, Hidan of all people caught him skulking.
"Hey. What the fuck are you doing up this late?" The Jashinist seemed suspicious and already held a grudge against the crow user from interfering in a past battle. He hadn't allowed Hidan to complete his kill. The silver-haired brat had been trying to get him in trouble ever since.
Damn rat.
He hated tattle-tales.
"Work for Leader-sama. Or would you like to question him?" The excuse had no weight if Hidan decided to check it. However he was hesitant to call Itachi's bluff. Despite his young age, the Uchiha was considered one of the higher-ups of the nine that made up the inner circle. And he was privileged enough to know Leader-sama's real name and had the shark-man for a partner.
"Tch. Whatever. Quit being so fucking loud though, will you? Some people actually want some sleep, yeah?" He decided to let it go; it wasn't worth it if he really was on official business.
That didn't stop him from glaring.
Try as he might, Itachi didn't burst into flames.
Still, now he was unable to go through with it. It had killed his resolve. Itachi would wait til the morning; that was when he was actually supposed to check up on the brat.
But..
He supposed a small light show couldn't hurt.
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The dawn had come, and Itachi did his orders properly. The right way. It was silly to think just because some idle words had stirred a memory, that kind actions had any value. There was no point to him giving Naruto the water ten hours early. He could wait it out. Patience was the skill of a true shinobi after all.
Stop rambling. He ordered to himself sharply.
Kisame had just returned from a solo mission, killing off the leader of a village that opposed the Akatsuki and Itachi knew he would want to spill the details to someone. Sit, listen attentively. He could do that much. It didn't require talking really; Kisame didn't expect any comments or remarks. The loudmouths of Akatsuki (Deidara and Hidan) could do that.
Coincidentally it was also the day of Akatsuki's annual tournament. Not of battles, but of wit and challenges from rock paper scissors to the legendary truth or dare.
Many memories were made. Such as seeing what Konan really had under her cloak, to Pein giving someone a new piercing.
The entire event culminated with the poker tournament that literally ran from dusk til dawn until a winner was declared.
Consequently, this was how five of the Akatsuki members lost their virginity.
Itachi made his way to the kitchen, seeking a blueberry muffin, and made any thoughts of the previous night disappear.
Redemption was a stupid idea anyway.
On his way, he passed Sasori, and dipped his head in acknowledgement. For all his skill, the red-head had much more invaluable experience and no real mind to dupe. Thus he was a tricky and respectable opponent. He was also inclined to silence as was he. Peas in a pod, if possible among a group of S-class traitors.
The puppeteer blinked, and that was enough in Itachian. Sasorian was a language close enough to it that the pair understood each other.
'Going to the kitchen?' Or at least, he asked something that could be equated to that with his body language.
'Nah' Sasori replied by continuing on his un-youthful way down the corridor to his room.
Itachi watched him shuffle off with little interest and continued on. If he didn't get sustenance soon his stomach would be rumbling, and the Uchiha would be irritable. He could deal with hunger on the field but saw no use in denying himself while at rest at the base.
He walked straight into the kitchen. Unlike the other rooms that were sealed off, the kitchen was simply an open cavern given decoration and easy access. Several throw rugs (all clashing terribly) covered the ground, a mix of bright flaming red, a dark forest green, woody brown, and light blue. Going barefoot was a must here; one of the unwritten rules was discarding shoes in rooms that actually had covered floors. It was a novel sensation, soft, instead of hard and rocky, and no one wanted to face Konan's wrath if they were ruined.
Kakuzu would be pissed as hell, but that's because he was stingy.
A elegant table that looked so out of place dominated the room. It was in the center, where the Akatsuki gather to eat or exchange information (gossip), and surrounded by a rag tag ensemble of chairs and stools. Some in better shape than others.
Fried bat was being served today. Along with orange-juice, coffee, water, and sake, rice and eggs were also on the menu. The delectable muffins weren't finished cooking yet, but Itachi could smell the heavenly aroma.
Kisame was already lounging at the table, Samehade leaning against the wall (Itachi had never seen the kiri-nuke-nin go anywhere without it), biting into bat-on-the stick. Zetsu was absent (probably digesting the little girl and town major he'd recently gorged on) but no one filled his space. No one ever "scooted over" if it was empty. Hidan looked up from his conversation (bickering) with Kakuzu and scowled at him, as was mandatory. Kakuzu looked over to see the distraction, and soon everyone was looking at the weasel. Konan smiled prettily, arm wrapped around Pein, while Deidara joined in the glare-fest.
Itachi ignored the glares as they were mandatory (the day it didn't happen, Itachi would probably turn the opposite of insane..and normal), and nodded at Konan and Zetsu. He made eye contact with Pein, and then made his way to the table, gliding over the rugs.
"Hey, want a bat?" Kisame offered, noticing his partner, but not wanting to bother until after his "greeting" routine was done. The two had known each other a long time.
Itachi shook his head. "No thank-you." Polite as always. (-..the perfect little soldier-)
"Waiting for Sasori's muffins, eh?" The shark man asked in amusement.
Deidara ripped off a hunk of egg, chewing noisily. "Hope he poisons them one day, un."
Itachi sat on the bright plastic child's chair. The irony was lost on him strangely enough. Perhaps he hadn't been a child long enough to get it. He hummed quietly, the soft tune coming suddenly. The Uchiha didn't waste his inspiration and composed an entire melody and started on the harmony completely ignoring the other occupents of the room as he waited for his muffins to arrive. Kisame would tell him if he missed anything of interest.
"Tch. Would be a waste of poison and money."
Kakuzu's comment set his partner off.
"There are somethings that are worth more than money!" Hidan shouted, red-faced. Whether flushed from anger, or because he had taken up Zetsu on that bet and lost, and downed several cups of sake, no one really knew. "Somethings always to expensive! Don't break it or we'll have ..have to buy it!" Now his speech was slurring.
"Everything in this world revolves around money, brat." Everyone else watched in detatched interest as the verbal sparring match went on. And Hidan was losing. Badly.
Which made it all the more entertaining as he spluttered drunkenly.
"Money isn't the key to immortality! Deaf iz! An' c..carn-nage." Hidan blinked, trying to remember his train of thought. "Blood is all the payment needed..needed for Jashin-sama!"
"You're an idiot." Kakuzu declared, tired of the subject. He dropped it and hoped to steer the conversation elsewhere. "My bounty was raised by a thousand ryo!" He boasted, full of ego.
"In what country?" Deidara retorted, quickly jumping on the topic. "That backwater village your from, hmm?"
"I left that village a long time ago. You didn't even do anything amazing from what I hear. Just blew up things like and idiot until Itachi caught you." Kakuzu said smoothly, not raising to the bate at all.
"Art! It's a form of art!" He exclaimed, banging his hand against the table. Several plates jumped. "Something an uncultured and highly uncreative person like you wouldn't understand."
Itachi saw Konan leave Pein's embrace to take the muffins out. She set the pan on the stone counter, waiting for them to cool. Steam rose slowly, and the fresh smell grew stronger. He missed Kakuzu's answer, though he saw Deidara leap up, so it must have been a good point. The self-proclaimed artist was so damn excitable. From there, the situation would (predictably) dissolve into chaos.
Insults and skewers flew.
Without Sasori to reign him in, Deidara was a terror in his own right, and Zetsu kept anyone in line. Pein, of course was the leader but secretly found Hidan and Deidara's squabbling amusing.
Konan cleared her throat, "Anyway, what happened on your mission?" She asked, prompting the shark user. Being the sole girl in the organization didn't dampen her gossiping instinct in the least; if anything it compounded it. The blue-haired female leaned forward slightly, conveying her interest in the juicy details.
Kisame grinned. Itachi could see a piece of meat stuck between his sharp pearly teeth. "It went pretty well; the guy in charge of the village was just a plain old civilian." The Uchiha decided he wouldn't inform the swordsman about the food until later. "His guards, however, were a bit more challenging."
"A-class?"
He shook his head at Konan's question. "Chuunin at best. Like I said, it was a smooth job. Samehade got lots of quality chakra though." Kisame told them, clearly pleased. His sword, and her happiness meant a lot to him. It was a source of pride. Itachi privately wondered how he could invest so much emotional atatchment to a tool. But it was a beautiful instrument of death, and got the job done, so he couldn't complain.
Results were what mattered.
"How many?" No one needed to know what Konan meant when she asked that. She was asking for the number of people he'd killed.
Itachi took a bite of the glorious muffin. He preferred to enjoy his breakfast and let Konan do the talking for him. It practically melted in his mouth, and then the sweetness of the berry's hit his tongue.
Yum.
"Eh. Counting the guards?" Kisame said in a bored tone. Konan nodded quickly. He paused momentarily in thought. "I'd say seven."
Pein frowned and finally contributed to the conversation. "My sources told me there were four guards. Counting the intended target, five." He wasn't angry at the deaths, merely upset that he'd been given incorrect facts. He didn't need any holes in his intricate web.
His amusement was evident as he reassured his leader. "Your spy wasn't wrong. I civvie got in the way and I killed a cat."
"Why a cat?" Kakuzu chipped in.
"Because it saw me killing them. Can't leave any witnesses." He said innocently.
Deidara joined Kisame as he threw his head back in laughter.
After all, slaughter and laughter were separated only by one letter.
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A day had passed, and Pein told him to check on the prisoner. His new orders were to check on the jinchuuriki daily until a week had passed.
This was the fourth day so he was already half-way through. Just three more days.
When he poked his head in, the brat was in a rare moment of lucidness. Itachi could tell because instead of an oppressive silence or meaningless mumbling, he was staring straight ahead.
But it was too dark, he knew, for the kid to make out his figure from where he stood in the shadows.
"Is this a nightmare?" The jinchuuriki he asked softly. His voice was rough and slurred from disuse and screaming.
Then the blond's face contorted into pure hatred, and Itachi wondered if he had given himself away.
But no, those blue eyes weren't glaring at him, just staring off into space, at a random piece of wall.
"Oh, if only you knew." He murmured, chuckling in amusement.
The blond whipped his head around, looking for the source of the noise.
But by then, Itachi had left, and the cave was sealed off once again.
He left the boy to his muttering, and let the stress break his mind bit by bit.
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Itachi never thought he would want to kill someone.
Some darker part of him craved blood. But want was different from need.
He was cooped up. It was day five, and he still had two more days! Itachi knew and recognized that fact. However, being confined to the base was making him antsy.
Combine that with a brilliant mind that needed mystery, information or any type of stimuli, boredom was dangerous. He swore he felt himself growing stupider by the hour.
The Uchiha's mind was shriveling; wasting away. It horrified him to think he couldn't think of anymore adjectives to describe the situation.
Just focus. Focus on the mission. He continued chanting. All the Uchiha had to do was keep the mantra going.
The multi-tasking kept his brain busy and it's imminent doom at bay.
Despite that, a bit of ire leaked through. The boy's damn effrontery. Logically, he knew it wasn't the jinchuuriki's fault..not really (even if he was too weak. weakness was horrid. if he wasn't weak he wouldnt' have been captured. wouldn't have had his identity dissolved) Itachi just wanted to take it out on someone. Pein and his idiotic plan was to blame.
It wouldn't do to anger a superior, though, so he channelled his indignation to the part of his brain reserved to thinking about the boy and let it fester.
His irritation must have leaked through as he opened the chamber, for the rock came away with a crack!
Within a split second, Itachi realized something: the brat was awake. Immediately his Sharingan eye activated, and thrust the boy back into his mind. He let a bit of his hatred and anger though, letting the jinchuuriki immerse into the abyss. For a moment the boy sunk into chaos and his body shuddered in spite of his weak state.
One of Itachi's orders had been to deprive the kid of food.
The shinobi abstained from taking relish in the starvation, but found a vindictive justice that they were both, in a way, deprived of what they need to survive.
A smile crept onto his stormy visage.
He then turned and left, to regain his composure.
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Itachi scowled; he had a headache.
For the past hour the jinchuuriki had been screaming and screaming. The yowls little resembled a human's, and he supposed that was a good thing. Pein had wanted the brat to be driven mad. Desparation. Revulsion. Fear. He could hear every emotion that came pouring out from the howls. Even unshed tears.
Nothing was being done to calm him.
Sasori had gone to voice his (and everyone elses) complaints, and all he was told was to put someone outside the door.
Itachi was the lucky monitor.
If only he would shut up!
Things he thought were locked away, deeper than a key or pickpocket could ever go. He supposed, later on, that it had been a mistake to destroy the meddlesome things in the first place.
Memories. Ugly things.
(why?! why?! *a sob, a child's scream* Mommy! Wake up mo-)
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He shouldn't be doing this. It was going against all the rules.
But he was going to! He couldn't contain this urge.
Itachi, thrust the rock cavern open, leaving it half open in his haste. He was going to show the brat! Wake him up and see where he really was.
"Your eyes should be open to your reality, after all."
For the first time in years, he had done someone a favor.
And with cruel intentions.
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He nursed the wound on his stomach. The bruising would stay for days. Pein had been angry when he found out the kid had been waken up.
Harshly, he mandated Itachi put him back into his illusion, after breaking three ribs and a fist sized bruise.
"That was stupid." Kisame said seriously.
The two were in their quarters. Itachi didn't wish to share what had happened with anyone else. He would be a laughingstock for weeks.
It was childish, but the answer came tumbling out before he could stop himself. "I don't care."
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Hell yeah! Hit 5k again. Not that tired lol. Going to region band tryouts tomorrow, and probably gonna suck. It's gonna take all Saturday. :( And then Sunday we have our Christmas concert. Busy, band-filled weekend..yeah. This is probably my last update for 2009! I might get in one more chapter, but don't expect anything. Merry Christmas!
Oh, go read "Cherry Blossom Witch" it's pretty good. Updates daily.
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