A/N: I started writing this real quick, knowing it probably wouldn't be finished for a bit. I'm going to kill fanfiction though. It made me start over from the same place. TWICE.

I also had a new idea for another story. It occured on Monday when I was in the car, going to my band concert. I was thinking of "The Class of 3D", and it follows the storylines of the seasons of "Gokusen", a manga and Japanese drama that I watched before. It had three seasons, and it made me super sad when I found out they weren't going to make another (since basically they all have the same main idea). BAAAAH! I'm starting to ship Yamato and Ren together...not good, considering I don't know who would be seme and who would be uke anyway. Yamato would probably be seme, considering his "whatever" attitude...and Kazama is so damn cute.

I plan to go along with mostly ideas of the third season, since that's practically the only one I remember. (I watched it when I was about 11, although I wasn't supposed to, so I had to hide during the "scary" scenes.) If you don't know Gokusen, just look it up on wikipedia. I'll still be finishing this story though! This is one top priority (at the moment)!

Welcome to an Itachi-centric Chapter 7. If you don't like Itachi...tough nuts. If you don't like Deidara...I will come and stab you with safety scissors.

Chapter 7: Welcome to My Life

"No you don't know what it's like...welcome to my life."

~Simple Plan

If I had told you about Itachi's real attempts at keeping everything sane in the Akatsuki, it would most likely even beat the importance of my job. I doubt you would believe me though. What she had done was above any human expectation I have ever seen. Not immoral, but inhumane. If a "heaven" exists somewhere in this universe, she would have gone to it, and sat on a throne, a long time ago.

An angel, almost.

Itachi had been a brilliant child since a very young age, often called a prodigy. Her grades were always extraordinary, and she excelled at sports. The Uchiha heiress grew up with fair looks, which brought her men. At age five, she would devote an hour and a half of day to playing piano, which Fukaku, her father, had signed her up for. It was not optional, of course. She would obey her father no matter the command, flawlessly.

But not even two months after turning six, her little brother was born.

His name was Uchiha Sasuke.

Itachi loved her younger brother to death, with no doubt, however, her father became more demanding as they both grew up. What had been once the soft eyes of a man toward Itachi was only replaced with the seldom,

"That's my boy."

Even that put down Itachi's ego. It shoved a deep, disgusting feeling down into the pit of her stomach. She knew her father had preferred a man as the heir from the beginning. As she grew into a teenager, the pressure and stress managed to crawl up its way into Itachi even further. However, Itachi refused to let it drown her.

The next year, when she was fourteen, she met Pain and Konan. She was in her second year of middle school, outside waiting for Kisame when the four approached her.

"Konan," the woman greeted.

"...Itachi. Is there anything I could perhaps do for you sempais?" Itachi had answered.

Pain shoved his hands in his pockets. "My name is Pain. We were wondering if you would like to join a group we were thinking of creating."

"What is it?"

"The Akatsu-."

"I decline."

Pain and Konan both were taken aback, but soon regain their composure.

"Why?"

"It isn't worth my time."

Konan decided to elaborate further.

"What if it has to do with you?"

Itachi raised an eyebrow. "May I ask what you mean by that?"

"Well, the Akatsuki is..."

Joining the Akatsuki only caused Fukaku to grow more agitated. He found the group to be immoral, meaningless, and naive. However, because the group gave Itachi more of a sense of belonging, she grew to slowly oppose her father, even with his commands.

This had been a start of war in the Uchiha clan between Itachi and her father.

Two years passed, and came with the added years, more problems.

"Hn."

Itachi shoved the cue ball on the pool table harder, with no such luck of getting the other balls into the hoops. She

"Man, you suck."

The raven haired turned to the side to see the owner of the familiar voice. She gave a blank look at him.

"What do you want, Tomoya?" she inquired, setting down the long, brown stick.

Tomoya carried his black school bag with his right hand over his shoulder, even though it was six hours after school had been left out. His left hand leaned slightly against the pool table next to Itachi's. He advanced toward his friend, tossed his bag to a nearby green cushioned chair, and picked up a billiards stick on the table.

"Don't carry the burden by youself," he answered simply.

Itachi's eyes nor body did not follow as he passed her. "I'm not," she argued.

Tomoya pointed the stick toward Itachi slightly, and raised an eyebrow up, then down. "I know you all too well. Walking around with a look on your face like that. You're probably going just bottle it all up. It's going to explode someday."

He leaned in closer to the table, and aimed carefully.

"I don't need your advice," Itachi said stubbornly.

"Don't act cool. You can rely on me, or someone else, you know."

They both looked at each other for a moment.

"Okay?"

Tomoya smiled.

"..."

"So," Tomoya hit the cue ball. "Why do you come here when somethin's on your mind anyway?" The seventh ball fell into a net pocket.

Itachi frowned.

"Because I'm bad at this."

The dark bluenette raised an eyebrow again. "What?"

"Beca-"

"No, I heard that. Just, what do you mean by that?"

"It's just...I'm expected to be good at everything, so the pressure of that makes me become good at things I do. But no matter how many times I try or how hard I try, I can never seem to be able to be good at billiards."

Silence passed.

"So...? Everyone has something they aren't good at, Ita-chan."

"Yes, I know. But another thing I struggle with is making choices based on what people will think from what I do. I come here when I don't know what to do, because they are both things I tend to mess up."

Tomoya stayed quiet, but finally nodded.

"Then...don't make a decision based on others."

"What?" Itachi became confused this time.

He grinned. "Make it based on yourself. What you want to do. That way, you won't have trouble doing it right? Because you know yourself best."

Tomoya walked over toward the chair to pick up his bag. He swung it over on his shoulder in the same manner he had done so before.

"I'll see you, okay?" He waved his other hand.

"Hn. Goodbye."

Itachi had made her decision by lunch the next day. She was no longer going to protect Sasori from getting caught by Deidara because it was his fault. It could possibly destroy an entire relationship, but it would be ridiculous to feel guilty over an event that was bound to happen. As she excused herself from the classroom, her feet carried her to a certain memorable area outside.

The sky was dark, and covered in stratus clouds. Itachi felt as though it was attempting to copy her feelings deep down inside.

As expected, Sasori stood by the cherry blossom tree, another cigarette in his mouth. Shunji was not present, or at least visible.

"Sasori."

At first, Sasori ignored the call.

"Sasori. Listen now, because I'll only say this once."

Still, Sasori pretended to not hear. Itachi continued.

"I am not going to let myself drown in a misery that could have been easily avoided. It is your own fault that you have decided to take a illegal and down right revolting path. I couldn't care less if your relationship with Deidara is destroyed, nor the rest of us. Whatever is brought onto you, you deserve. So don't you dare come crying to us if you don't get your happy ending."

"Itachi..." Sasori murmured lazily, "I'm perfectly happy where I am right now. You didn't have to get yourself involved in the first pla-"

"Sasori, you aren't just hurting yourself in this, you're hurting the entire Akatsuki," Itachi reasoned.

Sasori exhaled a long trail of smoke. "Does it really look like I care?"

"See?" Itachi growled. "You're being an idiot again. This is what happens when-"

"Itachi...! And..."

The familiar voice made Itachi freeze on the spot.

"Wha...what the fuck are you doing, Danna?" Deidara immediately screamed. She grabbed the cigarette from his lips before he could protest, and stomped it on the ground violently. "What the fuck is this, yeah?"

Itachi frowned. Then again, she had no reason to worry. This was generally Sasori's fault, anyway. She blinked.

"Deidara...this...this is what you need to know."

"Fuck you too, Itachi, yeah! Why the hell didn't you tell me this?"

"Why don't you ask your "boyfriend"?" Itachi answered bitterly. "He would know."

Swiftly, she walked away from the scene. Sasori deserved what he would get, but...

Deep down, she knew he was not reason.