Author's Note: Well, I am late yet again. Any who, I just wanted to tell you guys that I want to start uploading on my own time. By that I mean that I really want to take my time on my chapters. I don't want to upload crappy chapters because it'll make the story suck and I don't want to put too much focus on this because now I'm lacking in my studies. I hope you guys understand and of course I'm not going to stop uploading. Let me repeat, I am NOT GOING TO STOP UPLOADING. I just want to make it sound good. So yeah. I will try to upload at a timely matter, so please don't worry about that. Here you are! Chapter 11 ;)

Announcement: A meaningless effort. An unnecessary fight. A pointless ambition. No need for your pain to grow. Let me bring harmony to your world. Let me ease the pound in your heart, the ache in your soul, the wound in your chest. There is no use in struggling. Do not cringe away then cower from the inevitable. It's worthless. The end is near then everything shall become permanent. Come to me and harmonize your soul with the world. It's time to create perfection.

Chapter 11- Rewriting History

The rage that had been pouring slowly within my veins began to flood. To challenge an Uchiha like he had just done was a grave mistake. Even the bravest of men heed us and our crimson red eyes. This foolish shark stood before me with a smirk painted upon his face as if he knew he could win this battle. How humorous! Many have thought the same and many have ended the same as well.

As I waited for his initial attack, I anticipated the physical assaults that he has planned to execute over this limited period of time. Then I calculated the amount of chakra that I was expecting myself to dispose of in this ridiculous spar.

Kisame knew quite well that I preferred my enemy to place the first blow. It was my way to prevision their moves and style. It gave me a glimpse of their strength and techniques, but for Kisame, it was already futile. Our previous battles had given me enough knowledge on him and his weaknesses. So things, thus far, were looking down for him.

The breeze around me changed immensely from dry to humid as the shark bolted his way toward me with a loud wail of battle. Thus the battle commences between the crow and the shark.

The large sword was veered at me manically with ease and stealth that a simple trip or fall within its range would have caused me to become shredded scraps of flesh. The more I dodged and sidestepped, the closer he came to finding a pattern in my movements. As his sword finally caught up with my moves of evasion, it swerved lethally toward my skull forcing the wind to whistle as it traveled along with it. What speed! There was not enough time to evade his attack as I grasped a kunai from my pouch then countered the falling sword with a simple blade. To my displeasure, the grand sword cut through the fragile metal of my kunai then arose to cut through the flesh on my own shoulder. As the sword was located onto my shoulder, I felt it extracting my charka rapidly in elevating amounts that would have left me dry and dead within seconds. The pain stung as the great sword hit my shoulder, however before it could commence to take more of my flesh and blood, or even my entire arm, I clutched yet another kunai then flung it at him. It was a desperate attempt of causing his retreat, but the damage he had left behind, as he dodged the flying cutting edge precipitously, was too extensive to bring me pleasure.

A gasp exited my lips in exhaustion as my body fell numbly to the ground brittle and frail from the endless depletion of chakra. This extreme fatigue hadn't been completely produced from Kisame's constant attacks, but from the attack these creatures have committed to my heart. That burn within my chest has caused my heart to go weak and, for the past several weeks, it hasn't alleviated in the slightest of degrees. And now, in my direst moments, it only grew more severe, attacking my body slowly and causing it to whither in the wind.

The amusement on Kisame's face only brought me discomfort as he appeared not to share that sensation of a fiery pit of pain produced at the bottom of the heart. But even as he found me dead on the ground, numb or unconscious, he preserved his distance from me as if I were to transform before him into a grand fisherman ready to catch himself a great blue shark. It was clear that he was being cautious, fearing a crafty counterattack or for me to deceive him thus I decided not to keep him waiting. Slowly, my body dispersed into numerous crows as I stood on my feet, rematerializing to merge with the shadows of some building, preparing myself to counter his outrageous attacks. The crows swarmed around him high in the sky then cawed harshly as they glared at him with their blackened eyes. They judge him to be a mere fish, isolated from the school-fish, that has to be shared amongst their brethren.

Their croaks grew louder as their stomachs demanded for flesh, yet they remained unmoved soaring obediently in the sky as they awaited my command. With a simple nod, their fluttering wings and falling feathers could be heard as they zipped through the sky like shooting stars with an immense hunger as their drive. It was a sense of starvation that they craved to fill and the presence of this single enemy will not be enough to tame it.

It struck me by surprise as Kisame stood his ground unmoved as the flock of birds headed his way with their snapping beaks striving for his meat. My fascination only grew higher as I felt the crows make contact with his skin with their murderous desires for food, but all my bafflement vanished as a loud blast was heard. And where the great shark once stood, a cloud of fog was produced in his place.

To my realization, it was a water clone that he had detonated. Now I was in search for the original Kisame. In an instant, the breeze within the alley I stood in diminished greatly sending a shrilling warning sign through my spine. As I rotated my body swiftly, my eyes locked with those of the killer shark, behind me, who was prepared to butcher my being. As his lethal blade fell vertically to my body, quickly I backed my being to the ground as I fell with the sword. When my body hit the ground, it began to metamorphose into the blonde artist releasing a crow to its prey. It was far too late to counter my attack for his tardy reaction was enough to set off the bombing bird.

With a loud thud, the explosive bird caused his body to fly several meters away, forcing his body out of the alley and back to the streets. It laid there on the pavement limply as I advanced causally toward it. To my surprise, he stood quickly back on his feet with an even grander smirk on his face. But before I could reply to his overconfident grin, the sky was obscured by shady clouds of grays and blacks.

The sky commenced to rain and thunder as it eclipsed the setting sun behind its dark achromatic clouds. The rain fell as brief drizzles that gently glided their way from the heavens onto my face and clothes as the atmosphere around me dimmed. Then in an instant, it poured down like a raging ocean with waves that submerge buildings with thrusting ripples, soaking everything in mere minutes.

"Feeling trapped?" I could hear Kisame's gruesome tone forming around me. That voice was filled with mockery as it surrounded me with its offensive laugh. The pounding rain hit the ground hard making it difficult to detect his movements by sound. And it was brisk and vigorous causing the visibility to diminish greatly.

The rain fell upon me like a shower of bullets poking at my skin, waiting for it to bleed. The loud thundering of the sky shook the grounds like a battlefield of war, but the rain was present and their was only one soldier on the battleground. Even with the rumbling earth and the hammering rain, his attempts remained feeble. Apparently, I still searched for him. Did he not know that my eyes could detect the slightest heat and chakra? For a partner, it would have been useful to take note of that.

Contemplating quickly, I knew that every move I make will be sensed by him and if I ventured to set fire to the rain, it will only make things more difficult for me and my eyes. The fog produced will mess with my vision, my primary sense.

As my eyes searched hard in the rain, he wasn't detected left, right, above, below or behind me. There must have been something I missed! And knowing that only aggravated me deeply. It appears as if he had come to me prepared for a fight, yet I was unready.

As my thoughts continued to roam around his location and plan, I realized, a bit late, that the water below me had risen up to my ankles. This blue shark has been setting his terrain to be wet and difficult to escape. This was meant to be a larger cage to set me in and I had fallen for it like a pitiful flounder fish. The walls of this cage began to rise to heights of skyscrapers then began to seal me within its walls yet again as if I were a present in a box of water. And at the top of this present was a shark with a belittling smile on his face.

"Do you know how it feels to be a fish in a tank?", he inquired with experienced written on his face as the 'tank' began to fill with water quickly. A smirk appeared on my face and I knew that there wasn't much time left before the 'tank' was completely filled. For the Akatsuki, I was considered one of the patient ones, but for the others, it was quite easy to play with their minds slowly and manipulate it in any direction I pleased. As the water level continued to raise, I stood on the top of it, reaching greater heights as it continued to pour like a waterfall.

The expression that Kisame provided was enraged and disappointed for I had hit the right nerves. He wasn't pleased with my actions that prevented the water from hitting my body, standing above it, not squirming in it like a frightened fish. But he still didn't budge. He remained at the top glaring down on me and I remained at the bottom with my eyes narrowed at his.

Soon I concluded that he was not going to act rashly in my presence. He knew quite well how to fight me in return after the severe spars we had together. Swiftly, I performed several hand seals then blew heavily from my mouth a flower of flames came that struck the untouched walls of this prison. And once the blast emitted, a slow fog began to rise and the water level began to erupt higher. This trap was more than a fishbowl! It was a cage submerged in water and I was the shark diver!

With the flames I had used to attempt an escape from this cage, the water level had risen harder. Now the water level was above half and soon I will be completely submerged. If that occurred, this shark would easily destroy me for I cannot compare to his immense speed underwater.

The trap ruptured from my attack! I was the bait and he was the prey. But the structure of this prison was like the human cell. Cell membrane, nucleus, DNA. And like the human cell, I decided to duplicate. With several paper bombs held in my grasp, I flung them to every corner of this cell to allow the water level to heighten even higher. The blast struck Kisame as a foolish attempt and I could see him prepare for the kill as he entered the cage. Now we were both submerged by water, but Kisame should have known well that he wasn't the only one who knew how to take great use of the water.

Instantly, he charged at me with his great speed and cutting dagger, awaiting for his surprise as I formed the right seals to consume all the water to surround him with clones of the Uchiha 'brat' that he could have sworn he would defeat.

The prison burst and Kisame was pinned to the ground in exhaustion by more than he could handle. And I, like him, was panting for air.

"You still have lost", Kisame spoke with a gasp, "Now what are you going to do?"

All of a sudden, it felt like I had caused this unforgivable mistake and guilt rushed within me. It was all clear to me why Kisame came to find me now, but it was unclear why he let me go so easily. Was I too late? The sun had set and everything before me was dark like an ominous tunnel with no light that at the end of it.

As I drew closer to the base, my pace grew faster with the unnerving anticipation to find everyone sound asleep peacefully on the mattresses that were present underground. Once I set foot near the entrance, the unnerving silence distressed me with frustration. The sounds of the crickets only heightened as I stood unmoved in fright before the door to the base.

In the end, I grabbed tightly onto a kunai from my pouch then commenced to enter the underground base. The door opened with a loud screech and the smell of blood invaded my nostrils with its repulsive aroma. It had all gone wrong because of my frustrated actions. Maybe I shouldn't have fell into my illusions of a runaway to hide from the truth. Maybe I should have accepted those feelings and manipulated them to my advantage.

The base was filthied with blood and parts around the rooms. Dead bodies filled the base with this grim feeling of despair. Everyone who had been here must have lost their life, but where is Nora? I knew for certain that she wasn't dead. The movement in my chakra within her body reassure that, but why wasn't she here awaiting my arrival? Why do I feel that she has gone toward a far too distant path to catch up to her?

Those thoughts made me grow dreary as I examined the bodies around the room. Unfortunately, There were no survivors, but there were some bodies missing.

These unfortunate souls had met an end far sooner than I had desired, but it was me to blame for their pain. There was no way for me to excuse myself from these wrong actions I had committed for all I wanted to do was escape that dreaded feeling of having to be loved and not being able to love back.

The bodies around were white and ghastly as their glassy stares were fixated in location. A man was leaning on the blood red wall with a gun shot in his chest. It felt like Nora meant to save this man from the evident hand marks around his neck. The body was dead cold, but it was obviously unmoved.

As I entered the room before it, the location I had expected to see Nora in peacefully sleeping with ease and no worries on her mind, I found myself in shock to find the bed thrown aside, violently, and a very young girl, with a plastic stare fastened with despair onto the bed. It was upsetting to me to find this girl dead with a broken hand after seeing her help care for Nora whenever she was unconscious. So I closed her eyes, hoping very briefly for her wellbeing in the afterlife then grasped her hand to carry her elsewhere. But once my hand touched hers, I felt the excruciating pieces move about within her hand to places they did not belong.

That fiend! He could not prevent his blood-thirst from surpassing his control and quenching with a few souls! This thirst of his for violence had been present within him for far too long, and now it had reached even greater heights! It will not end here! Apparently, it will strive far more aggressively for the fluid that will truly quench his thirst and cure his dehydration permanently. And until he gets a grasp of that drink, he satisfies himself with the torture and blood of others. Quite pathetic!

After viewing the entire base with the conquering helplessness of finding another living soul, I exited the base to find myself gazing straight at the monster who had committed it all. With no introductions or small talk, I flung my kunai at him then prepare for a fight that was likely to release the rage that was welling astonishingly within me.

It was quite predictable that he was going to dodge it, but once he did, he did not counter with an attack of his own. "I'm not here to fight you", he spoke with superiority as if he already knew that he was to be pronounced the victor of this fight, "I'm here to talk with you." And with that, I hoped the rage that I felt within me would settle but it only grew intensely from his calmed nature.

I had to let him talk. It was conspicuous that whatever he was planning to utter to me was something of importance. And it was quite clear from his patronizing stance that it was meant to mess with my thoughts and further my actions. But it was difficult to listen to him after what I had witnessed of his crime, and his belittling glare only caused me to feel quite underestimated.

"Where is she?", I demanded from him with clear irritation and impatience.

He appeared pleased at my reaction and comment for he tittered with pleasure as he spoke, "Let's not talk about her now. My settlement with her is not over, but I'm satisfied." The hatred in his tone was noted as he spoke of her and how her fear fulfills his cravings. That dangerous urge that worked his heart and pulsed through his veins put fright into others and forced them to quiver with fear. But what left me dazed, unable to connect both ends of a wire, was the fact that he now stood before me where he possessed the upper hand and the higher forces, yet did not decide to ambush me or kill me on the spot. If she was here, it would be considerable that he didn't want to place her life in harms way. But now that she is no longer here, what is his excuse?

"What brings you then?" I couldn't help but question. As his gaze drifted to left, I followed and it fell on the base.

"The dead can't speak." I informed him.

"They could listen", he noted. "Let's go somewhere more private", he spoke as his eye grasped me into a gateway to another part of this world. There was no point in struggling against its magnetic pull for everything beyond this point was meant to provide me with more in-tell on what he's been planning.

Glaring at him, it was difficult to visualize his expression from behind that mask, but if I could make a guess, it would be suspicious. The way his eye observed me then search the depths of my eyes was to locate the reason that I had come with him voluntarily. To him, it was simply to find more knowledge and that wasn't hard to guess from my multiple attempts to analyze him.

Once the swirl around us began to vanish, a warm front of air ravaged my body instantaneously, layering the depths of my skin with its tingling sensation, terminating the chill my skin had been accustomed to.

The heat that spread upon my body forced the thought of Madara escorting the both of us to hell. An involuntary smirk formed upon my face for I knew that wasn't going to happen. If anything, I was the one who was meant to escort him to Hades for his eternal punishment, but for now, I'll give him time to try and repent for his sins.

"You amuse me at times, Itachi", he noted calmly as the room dissolved into our field of vision. He pointed to a man in a servant suit, "Drinks?"

Without a reply, but with a glare from my eyes to his, he understood my answer.

"Many who I have offered a taste of these thirst alleviating drinks refused to share one with me", he spoke with a false tone of disappointment.

"A drink doesn't satisfy a dead man." My comment appeared to have struck his interest. That malevolent glow in his eyes toxicated his stare.

"Fair enough", his hand motioned to the couch behind me, offering me a seat. His hospitality was like no other for a cruel dictator. His hospitality only exceeded overtime causing me to restrain myself from the glamorous table of food that had been placed beautifully before me with aromas that aroused my abdomen to growl.

"Hungry?" His question was absurd for the answer was quite clear. For the past several weeks, we had been living on breads and sauces. There were very few times were we had a descent fulfilling meal and, looking at the buffet before me, my mouth watered for the ravishing taste of a mere apple.

My body shook in anticipation to taste the exquisite food that had been set before me. The colors struck hard on my appetite and my teeth grit slightly with anxiousness to bite on the meat present. All of a sudden, my body felt weak and faint. It had to have a taste or a slurp to satisfy its quivering hunger.

"Poisoning is such a inadequate method of assassination, don't you think?"

A gentle titter escaped my lips. It was clear he meant to rearrange the scattered thoughts that swirled inside of me by settling the conflict that small voice in my head brought about within me. It spoke to me, telling me not to eat the food.

Now, that small voice agreed with Madara. It spoke to me of the necessity of building my body healthy and strong by providing it with a sufficient amount of protein and vitamins. Thus I surrendered myself to my hunger then sat on the floor quietly, like I previously had done with my family, preparing myself for a feast of luxury and wealth.

The steaks were tender as I cut them into small perfect squares then savored their taste as they melted gradually in the layers of my mouth. Steaks weren't considered a favorite of mine. In fact, I despise steaks and meats, but my hunger has seized my heedfulness and I couldn't prevent myself from the food before me without having my hand grasp onto it then force me to devour it to reminisce in its flavor.

"This banquet is to thank you for what you have done", Madara announced as I ate ravishingly.

"And what is that exactly?" I inquired with confidence. I was quite positive he hadn't benefited slightly from my departure from the group.

His eye was ablaze and his body radiated with pleasure before he continued, "Mere pieces of history burning can't stop me. The beauty of history", he paused before he continued, "is that it could be rewritten."

The food dropped from my hand onto the table in realization, "History cannot be changed! Only recopied!"

"Is it?" He questioned with knowledge behind his pride as he tossed a book toward me. Its title was Naruto, but as I turn the pages suspiciously, its insides were Uchiha. Everything was written in red like our previous history. And everything wasn't in its correct context. Trying to skip to the ending, the book was snatched from me with his aggravating eye technique.

"Don't spoil the ending for yourself."

"You're destroying our world!" I pointed a filthy finger toward him.

"Our world needs to cleansed", he noted harshly.

"Your hands are stained with blood. You can't purity a world with those tainted hands!"

"Your balms aren't any cleaner", he pointed out. "Time has only destroyed your hands and made them even bloodier. You were born with great intentions, Itachi, but each of your attempts to create a world at peace were utter failures. Even when you tried to save Sasuke, you failed! Why is that? Hm? You don't know, do you! But I have found the answer!", he spoke harshly. "This shows me even more that this world needs to be purged from its impurities. They forced us to be this way! They killed the people we love and changed the people that lived! And they were the ones to write us as failures! And yet they have the nerve to summon us by their mere excuse that we're 'cool'! They must be punished!" As he spoke, the room felt darker and smaller as if any second the walls were to collapse on us and kill us both. But they didn't. He continued his hateful speech and every second that passed by, I felt like I couldn't do much but agree with him.

"They were unaware of their ability to control us", my attempt to defend them even felt weak. I despised the cruelty of there heart. Now I know I had no choice to kill my family. It was just a method to entertain their little arrogant minds. What selfishness!

"So they set our fates like our lives were nothing more worthy than the paper they write on. Pathetic! And how you tried to save them from me, Itachi!" he tittered. "Even with that you have failed miserably! You only allowed the original copies' destruction and made it easier for me to forge them into my liking. And every time the burn within my heart flourished, all I had to do was concentrate to find the location of the burner then punish him for his meddling. In this world, the dead ones will remain dead. They suffered the heat of my physical torture. But the living... They will suffer psychological torture. And just like a caterpillar goes through metamorphosis into a butterfly, I will build a greater world with no pain, no war, no hate where everyone could set their own fate." His graceful gaze, gentle and pure, set itself upon me. "Would you like to join me? With our forces combined, there is nothing we can't do."

The offer was by far one I wanted to accept, but every time I desired to seal this deal with him, faces of people in pain, begging for me to stop Madara raced in my mind.

"Let me warn you, Itachi. If you don't accept my offer then there won't be a place for you in history. You would become nothing but a forgotten hero like those history had erased. Soon, all the original copies will be destroyed and all of the renewed copies will replace them. No Uchiha would be less than a Senju."

"What about the Akatsuki's purpose? What about the tailed beasts?"

"No need for the tailed beasts. For all I care, they don't even need to exist. And in this world, those they spoke of as heroes, murderers and monsters who were able to portray themselves as such, will suffer, if alive, and will be forgotten if dead. This world is done glamourizing the perpetrator with words of love. Nowhere will there be a hero and a villain. Everything will finally be at equilibrium. The time has come Itachi! What do you say?"

A hand was placed before him ready to set the deal for a world without war. Everything finally a peace.

My hand reached his. It's time to set things straight.

File X Opened
Name: Pain (Asura Path)
Weapons: Body, Metal Rods
Jutsu: Chakra Explosion, Chakra Propulsion, Flaming Arrow Missiles, Flaming Arrow of Amazing Ability
In Case of Contact: A bald, tall male with the robe of the organization is an incredible enemy. This enemy is comparable to a war tank; however imagine that the war tank had stealth, speed, and agility. You cannot hide from it or escape its might. This enemy is a build machine with the heads for getting to your doom. He may be called a cyborg or an android. Like the war with outraged robots, this enemy is merciless and cruel. Everything that you may desire, or have, will perish from your fingertips and you may lose everything you possessed. This enemy, along with five other enemies of the same skill, is truly indestructible. If this enemy is spotted, evacuate the vicinity as soon as possible. If escape is improbable then hide silently until enemy is out of district. There is no use in attempt to attack this enemy. You cannot defeat a tank! This enemy is beyond the limits of mankind.

Warning: No use in resisting the inevitable! You have no hero and the heroine will soon fall!

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