Hey guys! I'm sorry this is so late. Really it gave me a lot of trouble and I still don't like a lot of it but I really wanted to post something before I let the story slip away from be. I hope you can still enjoy it despite it's mediocrity.

I used the would Churning in the title of this chapter like the Churning of a stomach (heh play on words! Okay I'm sorryXD I hope someone gets the joke I made!)

Please let me know what you think of it!

Enjoy~Chi

"Damnit! Daaaamnit! I knew he would pull shit like this!" Chi all but screeched. Itachi was propped up in his bed thanks to a wad of pillows. Chi paced angrily next to his bed stomping her foot every so often.

"Imoto yelling about it won't help." Itachi's own expression was contorted into pure concentration.

"This is complete and utter bullshit!" Itachi could hear the grinding of her teeth.

"You're not suppose to do that." he mentioned absent mindedly. He felt Chi's chakra flair promptly shutting him up. With a sigh Chi plopped down on Itachi's bedside. She hung her head fisting her hair tightly just barely avoiding her bandages. Itachi reached out rubbing her back gently.

"We'll figure it out. Adapting is part of the Shinobi way you know that." Itachi spoke lowly. He kept the tenseness that had set into his muscles out of his voice. Obviously Madara was going to still try and go ahead with his original plans. Plans that did not include a living Uchiha Itachi whatsoever. The couple went silent. Their thoughts hung heavily in the air. It went without saying Sasuke's safety was at the foremost.

"He...still doesn't know." Chi spoke with a croak in her voice. "That hatred..the curse will consume him." Chi cleared her throat a few times and gulped for air. All telltale signs of tears that would go unshed. A process Itachi knew too well. Itachi frowned pulling her further onto the bed into his arms, resting his head on her shoulder. He was never terribly good at verbal comfort. Actually he was terrible at pretty much all types of comfort ever since he grew up. But there was always something that every soldier could sympathize with: staying strong. Chi's head dropped to lean against his chest.

"We can't go back." Itachi sighed. "But we can help Naruto fro-"

"We're going back ani." Chi's voice was sharp and final. "I have already made the arrangements. We will stand next to that little sun drop, " her hand tightened around Itachi's own. He felt the callouses on a hand that should have never formed them. Not in the way he knew they had covered in blood and regrets. "I refuse to let this family become yet another chapter in the history book! You'll be able to take those bandages off in two days. We'll leave then." They both could sense they were the only ones left in the recently vacated hideout aside for the ever lingering Zetsu. Considering that he had not struck yet they made no notion to indicate they knew he was even there.

"..." Itachi did not want to say it but it did not stop the heat that blazed in his chest. He had thought about it too many times: going home. From the moment he drew the breath that agreed to his fated mission he relinquished the idea of ever calling Konoha home again. None of it would ever be that same but...Now all they had to do was take Madara out of the equation.

'So simple.' Itachi almost snorted.

Nagato looked out over his village. Drenched shades of grey silhouetted against an overcast sky.

"A village in constant mourning." That's how Konan had once referred to it. He could not disagree. But soon he would leave with an uncertainty that he would return. He was tired. So was Konan. All the vague acquaintances that had become a constant familiar in Akatsuki had disappeared with the pair of Uchihas. Nagato knew he was being used by the demon behind a mask. But in the long run it had benefited his little village. Everyday Konan came home with notes and letters to them thanking them, telling him about how much better life was under his, Pein's, regime. That was all that mattered to him.

He heaved a labored sigh. Even that much was a strain on his delicate body. His eyes drifted to the stagnant figure of Yahiko. Rather the puppet in Yahiko's body. He sitting at the edge of the large window giving Nagato a different angled view of Amegakure. Nagato ignored the sight however, in exchange for looking over the abomination he had made his family into. He would be the first to adamantly protest anyone who claimed he had no respect for the dead. He hated what he had done to Yahiko's body but the man was his symbol of hope as well as Konan. He needed him just as much as the ocean need water. He clinched his fists tight inside their steel chambers. His family was torn apart. To make matters worse their blood slide over the ridges of his skin seeping into every crack. He had both Yahiko and Jiraiya's life on his hands.

"Nagato." Konan's cool voice washed over him calming him instantly. "Nagato we can move out whenever you are ready." she looked over him with concern in her eyes. A concern that stung Nagato because he was suppose to be protecting her not the other way around. Sure yeah he was more powerful but...She was still the one that care for him.

Silently he nodded wishing more than ever that he could be free of the damned machine that kept him from fading away. His useless legs trembled slightly beneath him. Vaguely he wished it was his legs that were going to carry him into battle.

"We'll leave for Konoha as soon as the sun sets." he watched his angle nod then disappear in a mass of paper butterflies. The destruction of Konohagakure...would help teach the world pain it would help bring peace. He was sure of it. So why was his stomach churning?

A/N: Thank you again!