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Dedication: Chapter 13- A World At War

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Letter Delivery:

He sat upon his desk grasping a card with pleasure rupturing through him. Itachi had finally fallen into his grasp. With a gentle knock, Zetsu enter the study with a letter in hand.

"You've got mail", a smirk curved its way across his face. At ease, Madara found the letter to be nothing of importance, depriving it from even a glance. If Zetsu had not pressured him to view its contents, he may have missed something valuable.

"So she finally surrendered", Madara couldn't help the overjoyed feeling that tingled his insides. Everything was falling into play perfectly.

Zetsu stepped forth as he gazed at the letter in hand, "Well?"

"Well what?" He questioned back.

"She will be in your hands soon enough", Zetsu could not help but titter.

"Hm." A dark gleam shimmered in his eyes.

Zetsu shivered. "Would you like me to escort her here?"

"No." An ora of darkness surrounded him. "Time is running out. He will bring her to me."

"Do you think he will obey?" Zetsu shot with curiosity.

"Yes. He has no other choice", Madara couldn't help the unnerving anticipation, "Soon everything will be over."

The sound of a clock ticking was heard in the distance.

Click... Click... Click...

Chapter 13- A World At War

Why? It had been a simple question that I had no answer to. Kisame was probably still roaming the world and tormenting the weak. Ugh! Why hadn't I destroyed that damn card?! There was no need to hide it. There was an inconsiderable anticipation that welled deep within me as we fought. Maybe he could change sides. Maybe he could be the hero instead. Or maybe I was just fooling myself with false hope.

It was trivial for me to believe that he may change in status for this puny planet and its people's survival. No fool would sacrifice a status of Ruler to become a mere peasant. The probability of him weaving his way into this withdrawn team was far too low. Yet the pain of seeing him fight a useless war ached me greatly. It was as if he had fallen far into the depths of a traitorous trench, unable to grasp onto anything to pull him out or stop his descend. And I was there, standing atop with a rope, just watching his body fade further and further into darkness as it seeped around his body then swallowed him whole.

A throb pounded hard against my weakening heart... Kisame was now a large fish that had enough strength to care for himself. And still, he had decided to march with the wrong crowd, not quivering when given an order to kill me. Even with such a clear order, I felt that he held back as we fought which was the reason that fueled my hope. And now, it felt like a slight friendship had withered drastically.

There was no point in regret, I thought. The card was not destroyed and I had failed in that aspect. It was unsettling as I felt my consciousness fade into nothing. My thoughts roamed about and yet there was no end to the possibilities. Failure... Success... Which will I end with this time? Was Madara correct? Was I made to always end in failure?

A grunt was released as I gazed out the window of this decorative room. This world is about to purge. The people are about to live through the first moments of hell. And here I am, settling on a bed, resting the hollowness that has oozed gruesomely inside of my decaying body. Suddenly, a voice entered my thoughts with a crispy cold tone. 'They desire it', it said, 'you had to shoulder the pain.'

Maybe they desire to feel pure torture and inevitable deaths as they rot for eternity under Madara's control. Maybe.

It was only a thought. One around many others that seemed to float and surface in the depths of my mind. Yet there was a sound, like the wind moving past a hollow stone to produce a cold whistle that emanated from the core of my being. Why was I feeling nauseous and sick? Why was I feeling confused and compelled to die than feel this immense invisible pressure that has fallen in large loads upon my shoulders? Why was I feeling so empty? It just wasn't me. I was no sick murderer and yet his words were like sweet poison the day I shook his bloodstained hands into this doomed partnership.

Revenge is sweet... bitter sweet. A constant scream ran through my thoughts, waking me from the doubts and discouragement that ran through my mind. They need not a traitor like me, they could count upon themselves for survival. Just the same as I was thrown for their entertainment... now they stand as mine.

My mind was in complete turbulence as I felt guilt rushing inside of me. The borders of my mouth were dry and burnt like acid.

With a sigh, I questioned myself, 'How could I forgive them after I had been forced to splatter the blood of the innocent, the blood of my parents, then live in exile awaiting my death in the hands of the one I treasured most?' It was another simple question. And it had a simple answer.

I just could. Revenge is bitter though many call it sweet. It's toxicant that could rush through my veins and lead to my soul to become in the grasp of the Reaper.

I suffered, no doubt that they had been behind all this pain, however I was written to endure. Nonetheless, I ached, yet I was granted abilities to protect my light. With an inhale, I realized, these beings were not as cruel as he made them out to be. There was hope for them and their survival.

A faint feel rose inside of me when I decided to stand off of the luxury sided bed and into the shower. The odd sting of filth ran down my back and through my hair. A thought emerged... could water and soap really wash away this dirt?

The water fell from the shower facet with a loud roar mimicking that of a giant waterfall as it rushed cold down my body, embracing it with its hasty drops of falling rain. Shivers escaped me stupendously as the cold water engulfed my body. A sigh escaped my lips followed by a sudden heaving of breath as my body grew frosty from the chill of this arctic water. Goose bumps formed on the surface of my skin and it was difficult to resist their uncontrollable itch. Hypothermia commenced to enter my body in minor shock waves, slowing my movements and inducing a difficult atmosphere to breath, yet, even though I was evoked on the verge of death, I remained in the icy shower awaiting the water temperature to change.

Finally, the water began to warm and it gradually washed my troubles and worries along with it. Oxygen returned to my lungs as I applied the minty shampoo to my hair. Its refreshing scent and pleasing sensation soothed my tiresome body then eased my tense muscles as the complex knots, that formed during the many grueling dirt bed naps, unraveled. The shampoo foamed greatly from a small drop, not much to rival with the little soap that was used within that base to purify oneself. Not to mention the unbearable bucket and water that were left for us to pour on our bodies slowly, being careful to preserve as much water as possible for the rest of the base members. The water there was filthied with bugs and nature's doing and as you poured it on your body, you only got filthier.

I stood in the shower unmoved for another few minutes before the water grew far too hot. Its immense heat was beating down on my skin as the steam began to accumulate suffocatingly. Now I felt thirsty and anxious to escape this dreading heat as it commenced to consume my skin then forced it to redden. Unwrapping a loofah from its plastic bag, I washed the rest of my body with a bar of soap that smelt of spring and forests. Sooner than later, the extreme heat embarked to cook my skin steadily till a tender bite was prepared.

With a sigh, I turned the water off then stepped out the shower onto the cool tile floor then wrapped my lower half with a soft white towel. The mirror was fogged as I attempted to gaze at my reflection. My figure was fuzzed, unclear to me. After a few moments of blank gazes at the unclear image before me, my hands found their way to the clouded mirror. A tingling sensation formed on the tips of my fingers once my hand made contact with the cool glass. Pressing my palm against this chilling vibration that shook through me, my hands steered, the glass mirror was cleaned and an image was revealed.

Now I stood there, gazing at a figure that appeared before me. It was one I could not recognize to be my own. The image was quite bizarre to my eyes as its blank stare struck me as lost and full of confusion. It may have been the compressed atmosphere and little air that was held within these four walls, however, leaning a bit forward onto the wet sink, I found myself searching hard in those deep blackened eyes for an answer to my puzzled look.

It may have been the fact that I had lost the meaning that drove me to the peaks of death, or it may have been the sudden freedom I have yet to discover. Even with my hardest attempts to avoid this bewilderment that was planted in the depths of my core, the drowning essence of not fully comprehending why these sudden sensations grew so drastically. Befuddlement commenced to brew to a boil in the depths of my mind. The sighs I released did not rest this bafflement and perplexity. It surprised me how far this state has constrained my performance to mere pieces everyday.

The look in the mirror now sickened me. Thus, I left what seemed to be the premisses and entered my newly furnished room, slamming the door unintentionally. Something was missing to bring about such strong feelings. It felt empty all of a sudden, yet even though this little voice in the back of my mind desired me to explore such emotions, I brushed them all to aside then go dressed in freshly washed clothes that contained the strong aromas of laundry detergent hidden between every stitch.

Exiting the room of solitude, I was met by the masked man and his careful nature. "Did you find everything to your liking?"

There was no attempt between us to make eye contact, in fact there was really no desire. The sense of mistrust grew in this atmosphere. "It would have been splendid if you had made sure your little spy wasn't watching me."

No tension was produced within his body as I spoke of the little Zetsu parasite that he must of commanded to observe me. Silence emerged as we continued to head in the same direction. To me, the direction I proceeded toward was nowhere, but for him, I was confident that he was to follow me until this conversation came to an abrupt conclusion. "Do you not trust me?" I asked indifferently as if his answer wasn't quite clear.

After a few brief seconds he answered truthfully, "Your loyalty is yet to be obtained fully. You are yet to show your trust to gain my trust, Itachi."

"I'm no dog", I spoke to him with a hint of rebellion, "I cannot be tamed with a bone."

A small chuckle was heard from behind that orange mask, "I do not think of you as a dog nor a mutt nor even a weasel", his sight finally fell onto me, however I did not return it, "I think of you more as an asset."

"Hm", was all I could find to show my comprehension. "How am I show my trust?"

Another quick chuckle was heard, yet this one felt dark for the lights in the hallway appeared to flicker in fear from the vibration, "I find it quite difficult to trust you, but there are ways", his gaze fell upon me yet again, "I need you to take care of the Resistance here in Brazil."

A chill ran up my spine from his demand, forcing our eyes to lock. I could feel an evil grin floating proudly, hidden from my eyes, concealed perfectly behind that wooden mask of his.

"Why don't you send your Zetsu clones to take care of them?" Curiosity struck me hard. It was treason that I was to commit and yet this simple deed seemed farfetched. This would not be enough to settle the dwindling sensations of mistrust between us. In fact, there was no attempt to form this so-called 'bond of trust' with me to begin with. The message I was to send to the world was one that will prove me useful to him, nothing more. Once I had committed enough deeds 'to prove my loyalty' I would be disposed of. After all, I am an Uchiha... a threat.

Even though these thoughts roamed within my head, I accepted his offer as if not to arouse suspicion. Or so I told myself. It felt as if I were running from something... trying so hard to hide from the truth. There were unnerving images to this mission, and his devilish eyes told enough.

"It's a simple mission", he brought about an answer, "It is meant to allow less pain into the world and bring more order." It was his way of sugarcoating the true reason for this dastardly message.

The 'order' he spoke of was nothing more than to bring about his abiding imperious rule. Arrogance drifted from his body in an odd putrid aroma. His body reeked of power that drove my nausea wild. The burning loath within our eyes grew ablaze in the silence until I was able to wash some of that hate away with my undeniable answer, "When shall I begin then?"

Simply put, "Now."

Sooner than later, I stood outside prepared to destroy what I had once promise to protect. Nonetheless, this mission felt of no importance to me. In a way, the acceptance of this mission was made only to silence his constant desire to 'prove my worth' and 'show my loyalty'. As a matter of fact, there was no need for me to worry about the blood and slaughter for I was prepared to hypnotize many to 'greaten' Madara's forces and save those worth saving. The smells of the market in Brazil were undeniably pleasant that I felt all those worries drift away instantly. The earth around me never felt so real!

The revolution that revolved upon me, with its dancing colors and rays, left me feeling alive. A sweet taste was present around the borders of my mouth, covering my tongue and in the insides of my cheeks. A fresh cool scent of fruits roamed against me, driving me closer to them until I couldn't resist the urge to grab one and munch on it. Juice from a rip apple gently trickled down my chin. The sugary taste it provided quenched thirst and relieved my hunger.

The senses held within me magnetized several degrees as I felt this strong bond form between me and this planet. This world is mine now with every heavenly gift that had been sent upon it. Its simple delicates have been neglected and unappreciated by the constant presence of this horrid technology that may have improved life.

By far, they have some great achievers in their time. Nevertheless, how is it these mere creatures are bound to improve farther, yet are still unable to fend for themselves?

Neglecting my thoughts about the answer, I reached again for a scrumptious red apple in a straw basket, getting a bashful glance from a small female seller. However, once my palm had grabbed hold of fruit, the view before me, of the delicate fruit basket, dissolved revealing my hand clutching onto a cold metal door knob. The sensation surrounding my body tingled slightly with discomfort. The only thing my eyes captured was the odd scene of this wooden door. It had suddenly appeared out of thin air yet my hand gripped it tightly feeling the familiarity of it. And the silence fell hard, far too quiet for a market in Brazil. No titters or whispers, no sounds of feet being dragged upon the dirt. It was an endless silence of hush that filled the air devouring my sanity slowly, unsure of what had occurred around me.

The sensation of fear commenced a quick grip upon my body, slightly suffocating with slight realization by the second. This door, with its plain texture and features, looked far too familiar to me. Turning around with curiosity pouring within me like a dose of heroine, a pound found its way to my heart as these knowledgeable hazel eyes of a blonde female scanned me with disbelief. The invoiced conversation that ran within our minds brought our immense hatred to blow.

"What a surprise." The blonde leader stood from her seat of comfort with a confident and somehow surprised smirk. "Welcome to hell traitor. What brings you here?"

At that moment, I felt lost... Lost in time. This meeting of ours... how could it be?

The sound of a candle flame flapping in a breeze emerged as a silence grew amongst us. The hush broke as I spoke in utter denial, "Hokage?!" I was careful not to go insane or provoke her as I spoke to her, knowing well that her temper was brutal.

Before even a conversation could commence, the scene before me vanished as if a part of history has begun to disappear... or have been rewritten.

Out of nowhere, a red light eclipsed the world and I found myself prepared to enter death itself. The moon projected an observing eye that kept surveillance of the people carefully, however, a gentle smell penetrated the layers of my nose. The aroma was sweet. That of freshly picked strawberries and the smell of cut watermelon. It was odd how far I became relax within the layers of this oddly colored world. The red that reflected upon the ground of my previous home provided an unusual sensation of death and blood. It felt like this world was meant to be gloomy and depressing, however, it was sensational. A wave of water splashed about in the breeze as men sent single waves of water droplets about the village in a cooling motion. The water caressed my face gently as if playing upon it then slowly slid off of it to fall upon my clothes to cool me off. That splash of water brought about a grand rainbow to form in an outstandingly large arc that I feared, in any moment, would shatter by the sound of a woman scream or the calling of death and gore. However, there was none of that.

The people roamed about in the village as brethren from many different villages. There were no headbands placed upon any shinobi's head, yet I was able to recognize a few people.

Glancing at the office that I stood inside only moments ago, everything commenced to transform as I observed Tsunade's disappearance. Gradually, her form slowly shed its skin and perished, leaving behind a new image seated upon this throne to the village. A male of strong wits had appeared to be seated comfortably upon the Hokage's seat. A head of long black hair and red crimson eyes appeared out of thin air. The expression that cruised his face was simple and sweet. It was odd to see an Uchiha in control of a village that has been held at higher standards than could ever be comprehended. It brought about guilt to view many of the Uchiha as inadequate leaders, however something still felt inaccurate. Now I found myself gazing at the man with large bewildered eyes as I enter the office uninvited.

With a smirk of delight, the man noted, "Welcome to the United Village House."

The room around him shone with newly painted walls, freshly picked flowers, and newly designed chairs. It was spectacular as I began to rest my back upon the cushioned chair behind me. Everything was wonderful, yet if all felt oddly placed.

A brief gaze of analysis appeared upon the features of the man seated behind the desk before me. With an observant stare of my own, I found a comfort in his smile however a deep hole in his eyes. There was a remarkable stench to this man... he smelt of rich cologne and fruit.

"It appears that your envision became a reality. It is quite difficult for me to grasp how well this village has been run Madara."

A disappointed sigh escaped his lips. "It is quite sad to have many underestimate the Uchiha's capability of running a village. There is good in us, no?"

With an observant eye, I noted, "Hashirama must be proud."

The room immediately shot a hundred degrees hotter and the man before me appeared enflamed with sweat drops rolling down his face. "Of course", he spoke with a false calm voice as if he were trying to hide something, "He was quite happy with the way I led the village." His eyes locked onto mine.

A spark ignited as I fell into a jutsu that far exceeded my years. No sooner, the world about dissolved into a bright white light. Entangled with a dream, my mind was washed with false images. And soon, the room transformed back to what it had been previously with an old wooden desk and pale brown paint.

The sudden change in the environment before me alluded to that treacherous Madara deceiving my trust only to entangle me within his dirty clutches of a genjutsu! His treason set my mind afire as I now gazed upon a wooden door, clutching onto its cold metallic handle. As I spun around gradually to grasp in the room before me, I spotted the truth beyond this illusion, suddenly my eyes located two females observing me in silence with features concentrated in analysis on every move of mine. This odd chill ran through my spine then dispersed in small shocks around my body as the realization struck me hard. The female, blonde with pigtails, the other dark short hair, there faces familiar and frightening. For a moment, everything felt surreal. Hadn't this happened moments ago?! Am I delirious?!

Without extreme apprehension, panic quaked within me. Gazing outside, the blood red moon had vanished and now I was standing before the fifth Hokage once again.

The Hokage recovered of severe shock as she mounted off her seat fuming with chakra. The sudden surge of energy, even with my inability to sense chakra, baffled me greatly. Slowly, I began to apprehend my position... Tobi's change to this world has not been set! It is at a constant battle between its true nature and that falsification Tobi was trying so hard to achieve! The history of my village is at war with the fabrications that have been written by Tobi... and I, somehow, ended up tangled in the middle of it all!

Hope poured into me allowing my heart to pound faster in extravagant appreciation, however, as Tsunade sent a fist toward me, the joy within me vanished quickly as I held up my defenses then evaded. Her fist was heavy and highly concentrated. The immense strength from the blow I had just dodged turned the ground beneath our feet into dust. Her speed was unmatched as she quickly recovered from that miss. She placed her whole body weight on her other hand only to spin then redirected her body toward me with a ferocious kick. The breath in my throat was caught hard with the urge to cough from shock forcing me to stumble backwards and through the glass window of her office and into the streets of Konoha. Soon she followed, only to stop several meters away in observation.

It took seconds for my realization to strike. I am exposed in the middle of Konoha streets! Rapidly, kunais showered me from every angle only being able to dodge so many before I flung my own explosive kunai in return. The blasts were loud, filling the people before me with rage and terror. It appeared that they were prepared to shred me to pieces, however, a moment later, blinding red rays engulfed the world with a rich sensation of power and death. Dwelling about was the strong stench of blood and decay. While the world about was loud in horrors of torture. Everything, as if a bloody tidal wave washed over the surface, began to transform into a darker present drenched with hatred and terror. Fear rose within me causing the hairs on my arms to stand as a pound after a throb was produced within my chest. An abnormal heartbeat continued as the scene before me brought about a putrid scent of must and blood, forcing the pit of my stomach to curl. It was as if the world had been drenched within this awful stench for decades.

Involuntarily, my sight fell upon the blonde woman before me only to notice the irises within her eyes turning red. A sickening grip held my insides in an odd twist forcing in a strong desire to puck. Tsunade now wore a cold glare as her crimson eyes observed me patiently as if she were awaiting someone's permission to strike. Her clothes were torn and her shoes were bloodstained allowing my thoughts to presume upon the many innocent people she had slaughtered.

It was difficult for my eyes to drift from the new form standing before me, but once it did, it fell upon the office I had just escaped from only moments ago. With an overconfident smirk, a man, who stood taller than I, analyzed me carefully. The crimson red eyes pierced through me gradually, with every passing second.

The terror within me was difficult to mask as my glare quivered in his. This man, with his head held high and his belittling gaze, shattered my defenses slowly. It was traumatizing to view this man of great power as my enemy. He was one I hoped would not be tangled in an abrupt fight with me.

Even I could see the overconfident language of his body as his stamina vibrated within the atmosphere in magnetic waves. As he took a step toward me, I understood that he meant business. The choices that I had were truly only one. Escape and hide. Everything else at the moment evaded my mind. There was nothing more important than my survival.

An odd sensation swarmed its way within me forcing my heart to coil into a fist of lead. The abnormality of my heart motions brought about my heightened defenses. But he only stood there unmoved, unafraid, with no defenses at all. His belittling attitude struck me. He did not consider me as a threat and that in itself was quite demeaning. I began to analyze my position. His figure was tall and hulk, not too muscular in which his moves would be focused too far on strength. He was toned to the extent that granted him maximum speed as well as a powerful punch.

"Itachi Uchiha." A cold chill ran through the air as his deep, hard, voice was directed to me in the cruel silence. "The 'hero' who massacred his Uchiha brethren for a village. Now you see through my facade", his voice was deep and cocked with authority. His crimson eyes locked onto mine with pure detestation.

The way he spoke 'facade' shattered my courage in quick whiplashes. It felt as though 'facade' meant 'I have been awaiting to pulverize you before you saw through my lies'.

Slowly his hand began to rise and after every second a finger descended. Counting down, it began with five then four. It felt like he was addressing a child, but there was a sense of terror that overcame me. There was a choice I had to make before his countdown reached zero, and that was whether I had enough ability to win this fight or whether it was a hopeless battle.

Three... Two...

A grip overcame my heart and a sudden pound entered my ears. Was there a possibility for me to win a fight against a man who was about the same match as the first Hokage?!

One...

No, doubt about it! There was no probability that would allow my escape and survival if a fight was engaged. Before his last finger fell, I dashed as fast as I could toward the border of the village. If I were to make it to the gate and out, I may find a place to rest and hide only for a few moments then continue my travels and set a plan to counter. This horrid scene that I had experienced proved to me that I had just lost my village, but I could not allow the sorrow to cloud my vision at the moment. I must safely exit this village.

The distance I traveled, to my surprise, led me to the small body of water the village treasured dearly. It was the same water source that Kisame and I had to fight Kureni, Asuma, and Kakashi when I decided to return as a traitor. The color of the water was blood red from the reflection and rays of the moon. But as soon as I returned my gaze directly before me, I was surrounded by several zombified shinobi with flaring nostrils and large beady eyes.

They stood in anticipation like Tsunade had once. Standing beneath the obscured moon, their bodies appeared to extend in muscle mass and strength. Its bloody rays brainwashed their sanity and humanity as their chakra levels began to heighten. The air around me smelt of blood and dirt as they moved closer to me in a whirlwind motion.

Suddenly, I felt my body stop dead, unable to move about under my control. Something had slithered its way around the ankles of my feet, around my waist, then tightened upon my throat.

"Shadow strangle jutsu complete", two voices spoke from a distance and a man appeared with a crooked smile curved viciously upon his lips. With a slight wave of his hand, the zombies about dispersed and the man with charcoal black hair moved forth.

"The Nara clan is quite useful to capture a runaway prey. They have proven useful over the course of the year, I could not dispose of them", he noted with pleasure as two men moved closer to him.

I bite the insides of my cheek. Shikaku and Shikamaru Nara have fallen to his corrupt control. Before I spoke, I gazed into his slaves eyes, contemplated whether or not I should release them from his control.

Every quickly, he caught onto my thoughts then he retorted, "Releasing them will only cause them to suffer and die. Do you wish to witness their death?"

Gritting my teeth, I answer with a question of my own, "I thought you wanted a partnership. What happened to all that talk about loyalty?!"

A look of confusion gripped his features before he spoke again, "I need no partnership. I play by my own rules."

"Where is your mask?" I inquired, focusing hard on his expression.

"Mask..?" He mouthed slowly.

"You never had a mask because you didn't need one", I informed him of my findings, "You are the real Madara and the other is a fake."

A brighter light brewed in his eyes. "How could you be so sure that we're different?!"

A titter of pleasure escaped me as I heaved in more air into my lungs. "Other than your manner and speech patterned, you became enraged when I spoke of Hashirama yet you spoke of how accepting he was to you and this village. 'Tobi' would have spoken of how they were not worthy of remaining alive."

With a distorted smirk, he noted proudly, "Quite the intelligent one, aren't you? He did warn me about you, but I didn't heed his warning. I didn't expect you to be such a threat." A deep glare emerged. "Now I know why he asked me to dispose of you."

A lump formed in my throat and my head began to pound louder and harder against my skull. Tobi must have been able to form a connection with this world and visited it as he pleased. The Naras' grip tightened around my neck and I felt my breath slowly diminish. "You took away his sanity and made him into a vicious monster. 'Tobi' was just another tool of yours."

"Don't speak nonsense. He heard my point of view of this world then later saw this rock as I do. He learned that people are made to betray. Their hearts are filled with darkness no matter how kind they are. There will always be a sense of doubt in their hearts."

"So you decide to control them?!" I blurted aloud with a cruel distinct sound.

A chuckle filled with satisfaction rumbled in the air. "When you take a filthy human who is destined to cause havoc then control his mind for useful matters, you save many people from the devastation this man could commit. This criminal is then used for things such as labor and the world would be at peace."

"Then how come your still free without control?!" I asked in amusement. That was when I realized my mistake. Heat raged with immense fury around him as his eyes shone a deep crimson red. It felt like hell had been set loose all of a sudden.

Madara took a step closer and to my misfortune, I could not take a step back. "Humans are by far imperfect monsters that need to be tamed and taught what they should believe." He glared into my eyes with intense anger. "You will take an eternity to learn the true nature of mankind. You think that they learn from their mistakes. You believe that by having their freedom they will have no other choice but to try and cooperate with each other to achieve a dream. The thing is Itachi, people could work together but you will always have one rotten apple in the bunch. And this rotten apple will desire everything. It will be filled with greed and will cause misfortune to others. Then you will have more rotten apples that desire to 'cooperate' with the first because they find it unfair and want a better split. Then after the dream has been achieved, you will have the dishonesty and uneven shares. The people who were honest the whole time will receive the least for their non-competitiveness and pure heart and the filthy humans will have larger splits and wealth and a better life. Then the cycle will repeat", a frown formed upon his lips in disgust, "and the honest people will eventually feel cheated and they will start to play dirty. Then all you have in your basket is a bunch of rotten apples that nobody wants." Then the frown changed to a fraction of a smile, "But in a perfect world, all you have are golden apples. None of those lies and dirty play. Tell me Itachi... Do you really want to take away a perfect world for a rotten one?"

"More than ever", I told him with undeniable exuberance, "Your world is not worth living in. You don't experience nor do you experiment in life. You don't learn anything. I can't imagine living in a world without knowledge." I looked directly into his eyes before I concluded, "I'd rather die than live in this golden world of yours."

A gleam shone bright in his eyes forcing a shiver to crawl up and down my spine. He stepped aside and I found myself gazing at Tsunade yet again. "You are a disgrace Itachi. You have betrayed the Uchiha to walk amongst those who isolated us and slowly tried to rid the world of us." Pure darkness fumed as he spoke of my treason. "You deserve to die, but I will not be the one to destroy you. I confess, you are a waste of good talent, however you are not worth much of my time." His sight fell on Tsunade, "Kill him."

Without even a gaze back, he added, "Hell has been calling your name. That will be your reality." Then he left leaving behind a monstrous Tsunade and two Nara clan members that analyze my moves all the way to my breathing patterns.

Sooner than later, Tsunade engaged in offense as she dashed toward me.

A knot formed in my chest as I attempted uselessly to untangle myself. To my right stood Shikaku Nara and to my left stood Shikamaru Nara. They both were engulfed by the hypnotizing rays of the moon. There was no purpose in attempting to reason with them. They were dead and unconscious.

Time began to slow as my head jerk toward Tsunade only to see her jump, lifting her heel, and aiming it precisely toward my skull.

So I guess I were to die in the leaf village... this was the end...

File X Opened

Name: Pain (Preta)

Weapons: Metal Rods

Jutsu: Blocking Technique Absorption Seal

In Case of Contact: This enemy will absorb your power and the power of your attacks leaving you defenseless and dry. If in combat with enemy, strategical tactics may be useful. This enemy can absorb an infinite amount of chakra. Overpowering the enemy may cause inevitable death, however, outsmarting it may provide a small percentage of success.

Warning: Once you see the ghost of your worst nightmare, you will know that you will not survive. Leave a comment and you may survive to see another day.