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He kills without reason.
He stood on the top limb of the towering pine tree beneath him, his gaze even and blank as he watched the clouds disappear behind the mountains.
He kills without feeling.
Madara was perched on the tree next to the one he was in, staring at him. They were waiting for a person Madara had refused to reveal, but said it was important for Itachi to meet him.
Buries his emotions,
The sun shone cheerfully down from the blue sky, light breezes gently ruffling the dark hair framing his face. Everything was so calm and peaceful.
His beliefs,
It clashed with the tumult of emotions and thoughts running through his mind, making him want to scream.
His sane thoughts
But he didn't.
All for the sake of the mission.
He kept a carefully calm expression plastered on his face, not letting one thing show. Nothing that would give any hint away as to what he was feeling.
He does without asking,
"What are you thinking about?" Madara asked suddenly. It made Itachi want to throw something at him, preferably something sharp.
Kills as he's told,
"I believe I have the right to be thinking about alot of things," Itachi answered cooly, not even bothering to glare at him. The old man's wit had most likely decreased as he aged.
Like a puppet
"Oh, are you thinking about that pathetic boy you left alive?" Madara ignored the obvious warning. His voice was almost taunting. "Or that girl I cut down?" This time Itachi glared at Madara, unable to completely control himself.
As he danced on the marionette's strings.
"Isn't that her necklace?" Madara stupidly went on, obviously taunting now, and having fun while doing so. "That wench's. Did you love her?"
Except it's not fun,
Itachi was in front of him then, his new eyes spinning dangerously as he fingered the blade hidden in the sleeve of his newly aquired cloak.
like the puppet
"I see you do not have much sense of self-preservation," Itachi said, his voice dangerously calm.
It's not Beautiful,
"Do you miss them?" Madara continued as if he didn't know Itachi was about to stab him. He was trying to get Itachi to crack. The boy had been so calm during the massacre, except for when he cut that girl. But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted to see the raw emotion. He wanted to see what he really looked like. "Do you regret it?" Even behind the mask, Itachi could almost taste that damn smirk.
like the dancing
Madara was underestimating him. It infuriated him. He even had the nerve to laugh. The sound drove a stake through his control.
it's dark
Black flames exploded into existence as they englufed the older Uchiha. An agonized scream filled the air as Madara fell back, swatting at the flames to try an put them out.
and wrong
Itachi let out a pained gasp as he clapped a hand over the eye that was now dripping blood. His vision swirled and he suddenly felt sick.
and covered in blood.
He blinked rapidly at the warm spots covering his vision as he looked down and tried to find Madara past all of the tree limbs. When he felt a spark of chakra suddenly disappear and reappear, he dropped down to find a burnt patch of grass, and next to it, an unscathed Madara.
It's for the sake of his village
Madara had been caught off guard. He could have killed him.
But his anger was still clouding his mind, making him continue to attack the man as he rushed forward, unvealing the previously not-so-hidden blade.
At other's expense
Itachi couldn't wear the mask for this long, with what had happened just the night before. And he couldn't calm himself enough to collect himself. He needed to vent, to breathe.
But they don't matter
Madara barely had time to even retaliate as Itachi mercilissely attacked him, not even leaving a single opening in his blind rage.
As long as the mission was completed.
Madara flickered behind Itachi and tried to land a blow on the pressure point on the side of his neck, but Itachi ducked in time and spun around, sweeping his leg to try and trip Madara.
He was a puppet
"Calm down!" Madara roared as he jumped to avoid the kick, but Itachi ignored him. He lunged upwards, landing a chakra-infused punch on Madara's jaw and sensing him flying back.
A toy
He couldn't think. This man killed his family, he killed Ayano.
A dog
A sudden thought filled his head, making him stop dead in his tracks and widen his eyes in horror.
A dispensable thing they could use at their will.
But so did he.
He was a shinobi.
He killed his family
A killer,
He killed Ayano.
protector,
Killed Shisui.
A friend.
Made Sasuke hate him.
A traitor.
For the sake of thousands of people he didn't know.
An honored man while
He was suddenly filled with grief and self-loathing at the reality of what he had done.
A scorned soul
Madara stood up warily, watching the emotions play across Itachi's face. He smirked triumphantly.
It didn't matter what they thought of him,
Itachi knew he needed to find his mask again. He knew he shouldn't show this weak side of him to Madara.
The mission came first.
Another chakra was nearing, and it was threatening enough to make Itachi snap out of it, and glance in the direction it was coming from.
He was a mindless tool,
He turned back to Madara, only to find him vanished without a trace. He grit his teeth.
A puppet, a-
"Coward," he hissed to no one in particular. He relaxed his stance and turned to the chakra, picking up the broken peices of his mask and sweeping his face of any emotion.
Used for their dirty work.
He couldn't lose control that way again.
He did his job perfectly,
He couldn't risk blowing his cover, in front of Madara especially. He needed to be calm and unreadable.
Following the rules,
Whoever the chakra belonged to finally emerged from the trees, heaving a huge wrapped sword over his shoulder. Itachi's eyes narrowed warily. The man had blue skin and beady eyes and nearly reminded him of some sort of fish or shark.
But in the end
"This brat is going to be my new partner?" the man said incrediously, scrutinizing the Uchiha. Itachi shifted into a fighting stance unconsciously. The man had impressive chakra, and Itachi's Sharingan showed that most of it was radiating from the sword.
Nothing would change.
"Oh, well," the man sighed. He shrugged the sword off and it hit the ground loudly, showing how heavy it was. "I'll give you an option, kid," he began. "If you can stay alive, I'll let you be my partner."
Acting in front of others for their amusement,
The man grinned. "The name's Kisame, by the way. And try not to be too weak; the last candidates sucked, so I killed them." He chuckled darkly.
Itachi kept his expression blank as he assessed his opponent. The way his chakra swirled...he was water style. And his stance and how he handled his sword showed that he was experienced with it and could move fast.
He tensed, rolling onto the balls of his feet and preparing to fight. This would be his new life from now on.
He'll be just a puppet until he dies.
And, voila! There you have it. Sorry i didn't post it for so long, i've just had writers block.
And I'll have you know that this was physically painful to write, because I had to do it on the note pad on my iPhone, which means writing out the codes for italics and bolds and spaces. So yea, in vase I messed up somewhere, or just completely screwed up the wholedamn thing, I'll fix it when I can get on an actual computer. My damn brother doesn't like sharing his when he's playing World of Warcraft and I have to do one small damn thing...oh, well. Review!