"This guy, whoever he is, has enough intelligence to have broken down to the ninth ground beneath the ground level. Approximately 60 meters beneath the ground and he got out again." The man said. "Not to mention he got out with a weakened prisoner who struggled to hold up his own body."

Akiri nodded, looking at the extremely deep hole. No way could that have been an easy feat and even Akiri knew she didn't have the strength to do something like that. Especially since it looked like it had been a well planned out attack. The hole was small, making it look more like a chute downwards rather than a real hole. But according to the man who worked in the prison, it was a well calculated attack on the prison. It seemed like Itachi, to behave in a way that would not only confuse those against him but in a way that only he could work with. His intelligence was really shining through.

"I take it this is because of some illegal explosive?" Daichi asked, his eyes focusing on the elderly man.

"Not quite. The bomb used is a type of explosive tag that would be thrown at the enemies feet and would create a whole or pit that they'd fall into. Normally, they aren't very deep and are just used to throw the enemy off, but this one is different." The elderly man said. "I was told that the explosive tag had been tampered with a little because tags that make a whole bigger than ten feet deep or ten feet wide are illegal because they're damaging. The guy you're looking for is either good at making explosive tags himself, or has a friend in the black market trading."

Akiri sighed, before straightening one of her bangs and looking at the man. He was clearly irritated by her constant sighs and bored huffs, but the conversation wasn't achieving much in her eyes. In fact, she had an idea of a way to achieve much more.

And with that thought, Akiri jumped down the hole. It took seconds of being surrounded by either dirt or concrete until her feet hit the concrete floor. She breathed in the dirty air and nearly choked on the rank gas that filled the cell. The walls were concrete, just like the floor and ceiling, giving the room a feeling as though the walls were slowly closing in. The claustrophobia nearly set in, but then Masao dived down the hole and looked at Akiri with a look of friendly concern.

"This place smells of shit." Masao said before heaving and wheezing at the stench. His sensitive nose probably felt a hell of a lot worse than her own and Akiri tried with all her might to comfort him as she patted his back and banged it every now and then.

Her eyes glanced about the room, taking in different sights. The only source of light was a little lightbulb that was attached to the ceiling and only released a little light anyway. The bed was in the corner, covered in grotesque looking scales and stains from god-only-knew what. The entire room reeked of urine and potentially harmful gases, causing Akiri's nose to wrinkle in disgust. However, what caught Akiri's eye were the drawings on the wall. They were of poor quality, probably made by chalk or another piece of rock. Either way, the effect was a poorly drawn white line.

But the drawing was of a demon-like entity whose bottom half ended like that of a snake. Around it was what appeared to be flames and it's eyes practically stared into your soul, rummaging inside to find something it could work with to deplete your very sanity and faith in your own mind. It was insane, the way such a strange picture that was of such poor quality had so much effect.

"Hey, what is that?" Masao asked, his eyes focused on the strange drawing.

"Susanoo."

Akiri sat down at the Ramen bar, hurriedly eating her third cup of the delicious noodles. Her favorite flavour was a stir-fried beef with leek flavour but she was partial to lemongrass and chicken as well. One thing was for certain, Akiri would never be a vegetarian. She just loved meat too much.

Anyway, she was sat at the bar when Daichi wandered in, sitting beside her and giving her a look of distaste. Daichi believed that meat rotted the brain and that left him as a vegetarian who was disgusted by the even the vague scent of meat. Slowly, he sat down and ordered a simple vegetable Ramen dish before giving Akiri another look, though this was of the macabre sort.

"My Father told me about Susanoo and it being a jutsu bought to life by the Mangekyo Sharingan. Itachi wields it, so this confirms our fears." Daichi said, watching as the chef fried the vegetables for his Ramen.

"I recall hearing of it." Akiri sighed. "Itachi told me the story when we were children, though I suppose it was an aim for him and a nightmare for me."

Akiri recalled that day well, the way they had been just children, her at the age of eight and he at the age of nine. Her hair held up in two ponytails and her eyes shining as they sat beside the lake, his own eyes staring at the lake alike her. As he told her about the jutsu his uncle (and his namesake) had perfected before his own father had. Itachi had always spoken of his father highly but it was mostly when he spoke of the eyes he had.

That night, after Itachi had told Akiri of the power of Susanoo, she'd been too scared for her friend to sleep. He was a talented child, even at the age of nine with the pre-developed Sharingan already having formed in his eyes. Not to mention the boy had the ability to perform some of the less basic jutsus that weren't expected of him until he was nearing thirteen years of age. Indeed, he was only four years ahead of those in front of him but Itachi was much stronger than he made out to be. Akiri recalled the day she got stuck in a tree, too scared by her own lack of skill in any sort of ninja art to even attempt to jump down and land without breaking a bone. So, in his anger at her inability, Itachi let his fist hit the tree with such strength that the tree itself collapsed on it's side as she had landed in his arms. It was a perfect landing and even she was shocked by his strength. He was... amazing.

"I understand, but maybe we aren't looking into this deep enough." Daichi said, yawning as his Ramen was placed before him.

"How do you mean?" Akiri asked, looking at Daichi in confusion.

"I looked this up beforehand, knowing there was every chance I'd need to learn about the different types. I believe that Itachi has developed the Mangekyo Sharigan." Daichi sighed.

"How?" Akiri gasped. "How is that even possible?"

"The Mangekyo Sharingan is awakened through the trauma experienced from the death of a person very close to the Sharingan user, normally one that the user felt an extreme social bond with, such as love in the terms of either companionship, blood-relation or even romantic. However, the user normally has to witness or experience this first hand to activate the Mangekyo Sharingan." Daichi responded as though he were reading from a book right there in his hand. "To obtain the Mangekyo Sharingan, one must feel the emotion of losing a friend or family, as merely killing them or watching them die will not activate it."

Akiri looked at Daichi, her face pulled in a taut grimace. She knew their relationship had been a close one, clearly shown by how many memories she had of them both together. It seemed that whilst her relationship with him had been strictly platonic, Itachi had felt indifferently toward that. Could he have felt romantically toward her all this time, even during death.

"The susanoo could easily have been used not only to keep the prisoner under control, but to make him fear Itachi completely." Daichi said before taking up a single string of ramen noodle and swallowing it before continuing, "Also suggesting that the hole could've been there for days without anyone knowing. We just so happen to have stumbled across it now and that then means there has been more than one visit."

It seemed as though things were only getting more complicated, irritating Akiri beyond anything. It seemed like Itachi had been planning it all out for some time but what he'd been planning out, Akiri still didn't know. She could only pray that sooner or later, her intelligence as to his every move would strengthen. Mold until she truly knew his plan...