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Tobi is Tobi
Distrust is everything, and it owns everyone, always will, because, eventually, everyone betrays everybody, even if it was unintentional or just something minor.
Sometimes it was hard to tell exactly what someone was feeling or thinking, especially if they did not want you to know in the first place. It didn't matter if you were close to them, or had known them your whole life, heard all of their secrets or were even born at the same time and from the same mother. No matter what, sometimes you just couldn't tell what exactly someone was thinking or feeling, and that terrified most, or perhaps any person that really thought about it. Wouldn't it be easier to just read everyone's minds? But then everyone would want to read each person's thoughts, no one would have privacy and then, soon, there would be chaos.
Itachi thought about the most peculiar things when he had the rare moments of peace to himself. Such as the moment he was experiencing now.
Itachi was laying on his back, comfortably, on the light green grass, with the brilliant, sun's rays reflecting beautifully from the grass. The empty plains in the Grass country were silent, with only the light wind, the chipping from the birds, and loud insect noises. There were a few wild flowers here or there, but Itachi ignored all of his surroundings, his eyes closed, in favor of inhaling the sweet scent of the outdoors. The smell of fresh grass, dirt and plant life entered his nostrils as he breathed in deeply, before exhaling softly from his lips.
Itachi's raven black hair was out of its usual loose pony-tail and spread around him, slightly on his shoulders, his expression blank with his equally black eyebrows thin, and even, above his closed eyes, his long, dark lashes creating minor shadows along his well sculpted cheek bones. A thin sheen of sweat littered across his face, from the welcoming heat, lightly. The necklace he always wore, in its usual place, around his thin neck. His lips, which were hinting a small, barely noticeable and pleased smile, were almost as pale as his skin, but a little rosier. Itachi's long, though muscular arms were limp at his sides, and close to his body, the black shirt that he was wearing was nearly skin-tight showing off his well-built chest, and a fishnet shirt could be seen from the V of his black shirt. His long and attractively, muscular legs were only slightly spaced apart with his black ninja pants slightly wrinkled up past the lower part of his shins.
His Akatsuki cloak, which he despised deeply, laid half-forgotten a couple of yards away from his person.
Itachi sighed lightly, before opening his eyes slowly, leaving them half-lidded, to reveal a soul ending-dark black, and looking around himself. It had been a long time since he had time to himself, such a very long time.
He let his mind go blank, without a thought coming to the surface as he stared into the cloud filled blue sky, the sun nearly blinding him, and closed his eyes once again to redness on his eyelids, to which he put his left arm over almost lazily. Without him even noticing, he fell into a light sleep, whether from being fatigued or maybe just the relaxed feeling his surrounds were giving him, was unknown.
Blood.
Blood!
BLOOD!
It was everywhere.
Everyone was dead, and it was his fault.
HIS FAULT!
No, that's not right… it was their own fault… they were going to betray Konoha, his life, his village, their village.
Their blood was everywhere, on the walls, the floor, in between the floor boards, the ground, mixed with the dirt… his hands-between his fingernails-, his chest-to forever stain his clothes-, his legs-embedded into his skin-, his body-everywhere-. And it would never come off. He wouldn't let himself forget.
Their bodies flashed before him, broken and bloody, his fault - their fault.
Their bodies lay their innocently, nothing innocent, blood covering their bodies, his body, the walls and the floors. He blinked away tears, his throat thickened to a point where he wondered if his own throat would choke him, he would welcome it, deserved it.
A child-like scream echoed around him, and distantly he wondered if it was himself, but no, it wasn't. Sasuke was staring, with a horror struck expression, at his-their- parent's bodies, before turning his horrified, and grief stricken expression to himself, and Itachi's heart ached, bled.
"Why?"
Why?
Itachi jerked himself awake, eyes wide. His lips parted slightly; sweat covering his whole body making his clothes stick to him, his throat thick and dry, and his eyes burning. His hand jerked shakily toward his chest, gripping his shirt tightly, wrinkles snaking under his fingers, and gasped out loud, as if physically in pain.
He didn't shed a tear though, and he swallowed thickly, his throat too dry.
He curled into himself, forming a small ball on his side, to hold himself together. It hurts so much. Why couldn't it just go away? But it never would, he wouldn't let it. It was his fault. He should have tried harder to stop it.
His chest-his heart- burned in forever tortured agony. He wanted to scream, cry… die.
"Sasuke…" he whispered, and the pain intensified, his muscles clenching tightly, he nearly cried out from the pain centered from his chest, but he easily held it back before the sound was even produced.
Itachi forced his face into a blank expression, his eyes tightly closed, but he could still see the picture perfect memory of the bodies behind his eye-lids, because of the sharingan that his family had so adored. He did not move from the sphere, he only tightened his hold from his arms that were wrapped around his legs.
He had to wait a little longer for Sasuke had to get stronger, so Itachi could give him his eyes, and Sasuke could defeat Tobi.
Itachi's eyes blinked open, unwrapped his arms from his legs and slowly moving from the ball he had been in, to lie on his back once again. He sighed, the bitter sound rushing from his lips; he needed to control himself better. He swallowed thickly when the image of all of his family member's bodies flashed before his eyes.
Itachi quickly back flipped onto his feet easily, almost unconsciously grabbing his cloak before slipping it on harshly. He glanced around the plains lightly, his eyes half-lidded, and promised to himself to visit the area sometime again at a later date, before disappearing. He left behind an angry flock of red-eyed crows, who squawked piercingly, whose feathers shone a blue hue, by the sun rays shinning on their midnight black feathers.
Itachi stared blankly around himself, as he appeared in one of the Akatsuki's hideouts, the one in Grass. The halls of the base were dark and gloomy, causing him to miss the feel of the sun and grass on his skin. He started down a hall, before he spotted Tobi, and scowled, before turning around to walk away. He heard a snicker, and knew the child-man would follow him.
"What do you want?" Itachi asked, irritated.
"So monotonous, Itachi, just like all of the Uchiha," Itachi tensed lightly, a burning pain entering his chest, but he showed no emotion to satisfy the sick man, and said nothing. "You're no fun," he could hear the frown in the man's tone, but ignored it, and continued to walk down the hall, with the orange masked S-class ninja following. "I wonder; how much fun your brother is?" Itachi froze and threw Tobi a furious glare, clenching his fists and barely holding himself back from killing the malicious man.
Itachi quickly held up his hand, preforming a hand-sign and once again disappeared in a frenzy of red-eyed crows, to appear in his plain 'room'. Itachi growled lowly, his blank expression never changing. He only had to wait a little bit longer for Sasuke to take his eyes. Suddenly he coughed harshly, blood slipping from his lips, and he cursed lightly.
He didn't have much longer though.
I know sad, and you may think Itachi is OOC, but no one knows how he thinks, or acts when he is by himself, and everyone has at least one breakdown.
Anyway, I hope you like it! Please review! :D