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Uchiha Itachi could not deny that she was beautiful.
Her eyes were blinding, pupiless, unsettling, and her dark purple hair seemed to flow along her like water. She seemed so…intriguing, her eyes fixed towards nothing.
She was almost dancing in the rain.
It was the first lightning strike that night that led him here. He wasn't due to come back to Akatsuki headquarters for another week, and he finished his assassination mission in record time. He didn't even need his Sharingan.
He would have been annoyed and bored as hell, if it weren't for the rain. It fell immediately and he exulted in it.
The silence and darkness were breathtaking. He forgot what nature felt like.
Besides, it washed away the blood.
He had no fear of Konoha. It was a foolish place full of weak people. If he desired it, he could kill the Hokage and all the Jounin in a matter of hours. He didn't even care about his brother, who would never find enough talent within him to kill or avenge. He had no difficulty going to Konoha as an S-class criminal just to see lightning strike.
He had slipped quietly into a massive garden, glad to be breathing in fresh cool air…when he saw her. Instead of observing the thunder and lightning, he directed his attention to her, the girl that glowed in the darkness, the girl who seemed to blend into the rain effortlessly. He felt her sadness, like a knife, penetrate him…or was it something else? Anger? Frustration? Exhaustion?
She was carrying a long sword, and he stared eagerly for more, like it was entertainment playing out in front of me. Was she going to kill herself? The thought seemed to amuse him.
The most amusing people were the ones that felt sorry for themselves. It was fun, just watching them blubber pathetically of their sad lives. They were weak, he was not. He wielded the power to control him.
He continued to watch her as she stumbled to the gigantic lake much too big for her. He could feel his body tense as he awaited the big climax, the jump. Would she do it, or would she lose her nerve? Would she pray? Cry? He was fascinated with Death. It was something he knew he could never conquer, yet he treated it casually, like an old friend. He knew how Death looked and how it arrived silently. How long would a death by drowning take? Five minutes? An hour?
She was praying. He wondered vaguely how long this boring part would take. Perhaps it would be much better just to kill her himself. It would be unexpected and painless. He would make sure of that.
Lightning flashed again, and suddenly he could see every little detail of her: the quiet dignity she held herself in, the droplets of rain stuck on her skin, her lips moving into a twisted smile. He felt her take an anticipatory last breath, and he felt all the amusement suddenly tugged away from him. He felt cheated. Since when did the climax come so quickly and so quietly?
He was still scowling as she jumped into the large pool of water, her eyes closed peacefully.
He defied the laws of gravity as he flew towards her tapped the back of her neck, plunging her into unconsciousness and caught her in less than a second. The rain poured heavily on them as he effortlessly carried her into a sitting position.
What a silly girl, he thought idly, as he spotted the long sword. Not even planning her own death right. Why did she have to carry a heavy sword when she didn't use it? He picked the sword up, wondering if it could be something he could sell. Glittering embellishments dotted the handle.
Hyuuga, it read. The Noble Family.
He looked down at the unconscious girl before him. Was she really a Hyuuga? He smirked. Things had really changed since he left. The Hyuugas used to be strong and dominating, unlike this weak slip of a girl.
He frowned at the figure, trying to remember. He had been to the Hyuugas before. In fact, he was engaged to one—the heiress, actually. Her name was Hidanta. Or was it Hidata?
Lightning struck again and he caught a glimpse of the sword again in the bright light.
Belongs to the Rightful Heiress, Hyuuga Hinata.
Something like humor came up to him, and he smirked.
"Good luck, Hyuuga Hinata," he said loudly, and it echoed densely around the estate. She would be a lot of fun,, he thought, and he picked her up and stole her through the night, away from all of her old past and into a new disconcerting kind of darkness.
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