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Hi everyone, :)
I'm dreadfully sorry that it took so long to update, but annoyances kept getting in the way. Fanfiction is hardly working, (which I assume most of you have dealt with lately as well,) School, and unfortunately, I'm losing interest in Itachi... :( Horrible, I know.
But, in replace of Itachi, I'm beginning to become fascinated with the great Captain Jack Sparrow. LOL.
Speaking of which, I have a POTC fanfiction ready to go, so if any of you like Pirates of the Caribbean and would like to read this fic, please vote on my poll that is located on my page.
However, as my 'Itachi-love' is fading, I will do my absolute best to complete this story, though things will be a bit slow due to the same reasons above.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourited and added my story.
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Currently, aiding Uchiha Sasuke's wounds was no easy endeavor. Itachi had struck him multiple times in extremely dangerous places, threatening his life. For many of his gashes, only a final hit was necessary for the young shinobi to meet his absolute death.
Itachi forced his little brother to face his limits.. More so than one might think.
"Is he bandaged yet?"
From her knelt position on the cold floor, she turned behind her. Madara was standing there, eying down at the limp, unconscious boy; then to her.
"Well?" He pressed, irritated with Koneko's lack of response.
Standing from her place, "He'll be fine. Sasuke only needs rest now.."
"Good." Hearing this, she went to leave the small room but was halted in place by the clench of Madara's gloved hand on her arm, "And where, exactly, are you going to?"
Koneko refused to even look at the man who had wished for her husband's death, "There isn't a reason for me to remain here. Sasuke will heal on his own for the time being.."
"Oh, but there is reason. You see, whom else is going to explain how his dear older brother has a wife?"
She spun around to face him, "I'm quite sure Sasuke doesn't need to know that.."
Noticeably hearing the smug smirk that was laced in each word, "He does, so therefore, he'll have all the more reason to join me."
The words in her mouth stopped there. Would it even matter? Sasuke would join Madara, regardless if his brother had a wife. There was also the word that Akatsuki had supposedly kidnapped her. How would Sasuke react when discovering that she was betrothed to Itachi after being taken away? Would he think of her as a traitor for siding with his older sibling?
Before Koneko was able to spout a reply, a groan was heard. Sasuke was awaking slowly, and as the legendary Uchiha attempted to force her further into the room, she hastily made her leave, her arm slipping from his grasp.
Perhaps later on, Koneko would explain things to Sasuke, but now was not the time. Not while Madara was present and could easily taint the words from her mouth.
Apparently, Sasuke had fallen unconscious once again after being faced with the truth of the Uchiha. The truth of Itachi...
Memories of him as a loving and responsible older brother were returning too quickly for the boy to comprehend them. The thoughts he had tried to repress, reminding himself that they weren't real.
Madara sought her back into the room so she could change Sasuke's old bandages and heal the wounds that reopened during his outrage.
While observing her, he smirked and decided to make conversation, "He doesn't understand how Itachi truly was."
"Obviously not, Madara.. He's built his entire life on visualizing Itachi as a criminal and a murderer.." She replied silently, carefully applying ointment to his cuts.
A scoff was heard from behind her. Koneko pursed her lips. How she detested this man..
"So it would seem. And yet," Stepping away from the wooden crate he was leant against, "Who would believe that Itachi, not only a caring brother but a cherished husband too, could be such a man."
It was obvious that Madara was trying to evoke some sort of infuriation or depression within her. Finished with her work, she stood.
"You brought Itachi's body back here." She said, emerald eyes piercing ones of red, "Why?"
Madara folded his arms over his clothed chest as he avoided her inquiry, "You'd rather leave your dearest lover out in the pouring rain?"
Her lips drew back into a thin line, "No, and you know that isn't what I meant.."
"Then, what is?" That same grin in his tone, amused with her.
"I'm curious as to why you chose to bring his body back here, instead of discarding it." She murmured.
Madara came closer to her, too close. She could feel his breath over her shoulder from beneath his mask, "Because I wouldn't want my little rosebud to be upset, now would I?"
Biting back a scowl, she responded, "Will you ever be honest in your life, Madara?"
"You don't believe me?" He nearly laughed aloud.
"I think you have a higher objective that you're keeping to yourself."
His hands placed themselves on her petite shoulders as he stared down at her, "You are a smart one."
Oh, how she was tempted to throw his vile hands off of her person.
"I see." Madara's hands slid down to her arms, then up again, "You want to know what I have in mind for the dead corpse of your beloved?"
Refusing to speak, he understood all that was necessary to know by a single look in her eyes.
"So be it." He removed himself from her; "I will not throw Itachi's body away in some ruin because he has something of incredible value."
"His Sharingan." Koneko spoke.
"Yes, Itachi's Sharingan has the trio of Mangekyou, Amaterasu and Susano'o." He perched himself on the wood crate, "A rather difficult thing to come by."
So that was it. Solely for his eyes?
"... Where is Itachi's body?" Koneko questioned, confidence pouring within her.
Madara glanced up at the spiked ceiling with slight interest, "In my study."
"And that is..?"
"Not any of your business." He finished.
Koneko schooled her facial expression into an indifferent mask; "I believe I have every right in the world to see my own husband."
"No longer."
"Excuse me?" She said incredulously.
The man bearing the orange mask sighed, "You don't honestly believe that I'll let you see him again, just so your emotions toward him will grow stronger, do you?"
"Uchiha Itachi is the man I've married. My emotions for him will remain the same with or without your consent." Her nails dug into her ivory white skin as she began to lose patience.
Madara stood to find a rope, "No, I know that once Itachi is long gone, you will come over to my side, and see things my way."
"Never."
He chuckled, "As I said: one day, you will."
"I will never come to your side, Madara."
As the ebony haired man found what he had searched for, he repressed his anger. Why was she being so difficult with this? Couldn't she accept her fate? Doesn't she want the things that he could provide for her?
Kneeling beside Sasuke, who was currently leaned against the wall, he began to tie the rope around the young man's chest, binding his arms at his sides.
"Only so he won't go into another tirade." Madara explained before she could produce any words.
Minutes passed as the masked man was once again before her with folded arms; presenting as a figure of power.
As a last resort, she gave in, "I'll propose a deal with you..."
"Go on.
Koneko exhaled as she cast away everything she had believed in. The promise that she had made to Itachi vanished into the humid cave air of the room.
"I'll stay at your side, Madara…" She gazed at him from beneath her full black lashes, "On the agreement that you will tell me where Itachi's body is - how I can get to your study."
The silence was heavy as the man considered his options. There really was nothing that could disrupt his plan if he did decide to agree. Itachi's body was beyond healing and not even the great Tsunade could manage to make him breathe again.
A small quirk of his dark lips developed into a venomous smile, "Agreed, my little darling."
Madara took a glimpse over at Sasuke once more before he left the room, beckoning her, "Follow me."
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