Disclaimer: As I'm clearly young, female and European, it's pretty stupid to think I'd own Naruto. Check your facts, will you?
What the girl didn't realize however, is that she wasn't as alone as she had thought. Even if she had acceptable levels of caution for , and pretty reasonable reasoning, Itachi hadn't been about to let the girl out of his sight.
Or rather Zetsu's.
The Akatsuki mostly consisted of professionals after all. Why the fuck would they just go around trusting someone they never met before, who clearly knew more about them than she should. For now however, they played along with it. There was no need to make hasty decisions after all.
Or as the one true exception, Hidan, would have mockingly put it: 'Ninjas, Bitch. What did you expect?'
Her trip had been genuine though, and while he had been about to interfere when it had started raining and Konan had transformed again, she didn't seem to have had any plans to take advantage of that fact to get help, and went straight back to the house after picking everything and the kitten up. She was in luck that he realized he might change back too, were he to come in contact with the rain. Otherwise she wouldn't have been left alive long enough to even proof non-hostile intentions.
In fact, hadn't it been for the fact that he had signaled the group before she entered the house, by flaring his chakra in a certain pattern, she still would have died right there and then. She had put Konan into a vulnerable state after all, after isolating her from the group in unknown territory.
Both Zetsu's had rolled their eyes at what followed their return though. Yes, that was including the white half. Honestly, such a prude for a girl her age.
After she broke down in the bathroom , Zetsu decided to just go brief the others. It was clear that this girl, despite was little to no threat. Even if she somehow managed to gain enough bark to even try a bite, there were nine fully capable ninja in the house. She wouldn't stand a chance.
AN: For those who noticed the slight discrepancy in some statements stated in this and the first chapter: I know my maths. It's a plotlead, not a typo or miscalculation.
Only a single update this time around. Tuesday's are my 'off' days, and I used it to get to the rewriting of one of my lost stories. I had already penned a rough timeline and the character sheets back down, but I refined the former, and renamed some of the minor characters, whose name I'd quite frankly forgotten and managed to actually rewrite about 15 pages worth of stuff. It still isn't much, but it's a beginning. It's may be pretty cliché fantasy novel [I freely admit that], but it's one close to my heart and muse, was structurally sound, and I still had one of two pages of notes on the bottom of one of my desk drawers.