Here we go with chapter eight, hm! This one is shorter than the previous chapter so I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone. Naruto still doesn't belong to me but I enjoy poking fun at the characters.

To Panda-chan101...Thanks so much for reviewing again. I'm happy that you like the story and that you're following it even though it has it's up and down moments.

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The bright rays of sunlight that belonged to the late morning were finally able to wake up Itachi. Lifting his head from his pillow, he looked around in a half-awake daze. For some reason, he felt weird like something was out of place but when he stood up to stretch, he found out what it was. He was still in his clothing and even shoes from the day before. "Was I really that tired?" he whispered as he ran his hands down over his eyes. It was then he remembered about the painting, meeting Rae, the list of moods and colors, the toy store, being arrested and getting away. It all came to him and he just sighed. Thinking it would be smart to stay inside until the robbery issue died down, he changed into his stay-home-and-be-lazy clothes. With a final stretch and yawn, Itachi was out and going into the bathroom.

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Stepping out into the hallway from the bathroom, the smell of a very delicious breakfast crashed into him. "Holy crap!" he gasped at the smell, "Did someone kidnap a chef?!" knowing very well that no one in the Akatsuki could cook a decent meal.

Without even another thought, he ran to the living room and stopped when the smell got stronger. Itachi could see everyone eating and into the kitchen where some more food was on a big plate, waiting to be taken. His sudden arrival made some of them jump but one greeted him. "Morning," Zetsu greeted, looking at the fellow Akatsuki, "We thought you'd never wake up...or was you just painting your nails again?" The entire organization poked fun at Itachi for how long it took him to paint his nails but then again, his were always the nicest, next to Konan's. Since she was a female, and they thought girls were born with that kick-ass nail painting gift, no one bothered to poke fun at her about it. "It's more complicated than you may think. Sometimes you have to file them and things. Then put a base coat, an-" he began to explain when everyone else laughed.

His hands turned into tight fists and the ring was red but to the point it looked like it would explode. "Forget it! You people never understand!" Itachi huffed, marching past them and into the kitchen. "And who made this food?" he asked, still in a bad mood but curious so it came out like an odd mix. Kakuzu was able to stop laughing and pointed to Pein, "He went out and brought back breakfast with him. It's I-HOP!" he said, singing out the last part.

"Aw, why didn't he go to the International House Of Pancakes?" he whined while Kakuzu stared. "Yeah..." he said slowly, "I...HOP..." It went quiet as Itachi began to think to himself. It was then that, that small part changed everything and he was back to his usual self...or whatever you would call usual with Itachi. "I...HOP? Alright!" he smiled and when it finally clicked. Itachi went to take a plate, a knife and a fork. As he did, he saw the ring was blue and, yet again, correct with telling his mood. Having this ring practically shouting how he felt to the world, Itachi shivered. He liked to keep things to himself and how he felt was defiantly one of them. It was a tough choice on what to do since he really liked it but then again he also liked to feel how he felt to himself. "I'll have to stop wearing it..." Taking off the ring, it went back to its lifeless gray color and Itachi put it in his pants pocket. When he was done eating, he'd have to get rid of it.

Continuing to take some pancakes and anything else that was left from the plate, he set it on his own plate. I-HOP was one of those most-loved places where the Akatsuki ate from...if they were welcomed or not. Putting his plate on the counter, Itachi filled a glass of orange juice. Putting away the Tropicana orange juice container, he pushed the door to the refrigerator closed with his foot. Getting his glass and plate, he went back into the living room to eat with the others.

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As he entered, he saw some of them were almost done and other's were completely finished but stood to chat. Taking a seat next to Tobi, Itachi sat down and began to eat. He didn't talk but listened to the conversation everyone else was having. Curiously, he looked around to see what the other's had eaten but when he got to Tobi's plate, he cringed his nose. His plate had a pond of syrup on it with a piece of a sausage carelessly floating around in it. "...Tobi?" he questioned and got a cheery, "Yes, Itachi?" in return. It was now so obvious to him that Tobi was in his own world of bliss so he just shook head, "Never mind..."

"Care to tell us where you went yesterday? When you came back, you was all tore up and went right to your room." Pein said as he pointed a pancake-stabbed fork to Itachi. He didn't answer but just ate, trying to buy time to think about what to say. "Dammit. I can't tell them about the mood ring or anything like that." he thought as he finally swallowed a piece of pancake. "I went to go and buy some nails to hang up a painting with. Guess I lost track of time and get really tired." Itachi explained, hoping it would be good enough.

That was when Sasori's voice came into the conversation. "You went to buy nails?" he asked, "What happened to the nails I let you borrow?"

"They got messed up since I didn't hit them properly." he said, a little embarrassed, "But I'll give you that new box when I'm finished. I just need one nail from it."

That was when the conversation came to an end and everyone continued to eat or just left the room. When it was only Itachi left, he finished his breakfast and put his plate and everything else in the sink. Whoever's turn it was to wash the dishes would come and do it.

Still standing in the kitchen, he wondered what he should do with the ring since he didn't want it anymore. "I should hide it so I won't wear it and no one finds it" was a thought that came to Itachi's mind as he hand his hand over the pocket with the mood ring inside of. "Shit...what would be a good place to hide it though?"

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Itachi had wandered around as he looked for a good place to hide the ring but he wasn't sure what he was looking for. It had to be a place where he would hide it so that no one would find it and he'd be free of its mood-shouting colors. He was in Zetsu's garden, looking around at all the plants that were there. "Maybe I can hide it here under the clutter." he thought to himself as he looked for a good place to hide it. Finding nothing, he began to have seconds thoughts about hiding it there. The situation quickly turned desperate as he heard someone near by.

"Crap! What am I going to do?!" he whispered, knowing he'd never be caught dead in Zetsu's garden. Taking a leap of faith, he ran to a flowerpot and shifted the soil so there was a small hole. Dropping in the ring, he covered it up with the soil. "Finally." Itachi smirked as he went to leave which meant sneaking past Zetsu who was checking up on his plants.

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Going back to his room, Itachi flopped down on his bed and sighed. It felt like 20 pounds of weight and a food-obsessed child had been lifted from his shoulders. Looking over at his desk, he saw the bag from the hardware store. With a deep breath, he muttered, "Let's do this shit." and went towards it. Taking the box out and tosses the bag, still with the list in it, back onto the desk, he went to get the hammer.

Standing in front of the wall, he put the nail to it and hit it with the hammer. The result...the same as the others, it was hit from an odd angle so the head of the nail bent to the side. Fourteen nails, minutes of colorful language and one swollen finger later, Itachi was finally done and the painting was now hanging on his wall. With his hands on his hips, he smiled, seeing how he got two things accomplished in one day. Now, he had a new mission to try and do…get an icepack for his swollen finger. Gathering the hammer and box of nails, he left to return to them to Sasori and then to get the kitchen for ice.

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That little part about the International House Of Pancakes really happened to me so I felt like giving him part of my stupidity. Anyway, we're officially finished toying with Itachi. Hm, it's sad how I enjoy torturing them but who doesn't? You just have to love them, hm! If you think the story is over...WRONG AND GO EAT YOUR CHILLI! I'll admit that this isn't the end. Really, we're almost halfway done. Wait until next chapter to see who's turn it is to go through hell. Hugs to all!