Whoo! Guess what? We're almost to the climax of our story! How about that! Aren't you excited! I am! Ooh, this is getting tons of fun ^_^
So, please enjoy this chapter. Sorry if you find some of it's content slightly... disturbing :P Hey, that's what happens when creeps exist.
Anyhoo, you'll just have to read on. Please enjoy! :D
Itachi was disgusted. In his hands, he held one thing that he thought Sasuke would never possess.
Not only was it a journal, but it was pink and frilly. The word "Diary" was printed on the pretty pink cover in curly fancy red letters, with red hearts on either side. Most of the lace that bordered the edges had been ripped off, and the front cover looked like it had been scratched rather violently, as if Sasuke had attempted scratching off the cover. In the bottom right hand corner, there was a large black splotch. Sasuke had even tried burning it off.
Itachi looked up from the hideous thing and up at Aname, who was in her usual place: perched on his shoulder. "What the hell?" he asked, obviously disgusted.
Aname burst out laughing. Her cynical smile was glued on as she tried to catch her breath, but gave in, clutching her aching stomach. "Oh man," she said between giggles. "Don't look at me like that! It's not my fault Sasuke's gay." This just made her laugh harder. Itachi just stared up at her, dumbfounded. "Oh man, I'm gonna piss! I'm gonna piss!"
"AUGH! DON'T PISS ON MY SHOULDER!" Itachi said, swiftly swooping her off of him and onto the bed.
"Hehehe! Hehehehehehehehe!" Aname landed limply on the bed, making the mattress bounce with her hard landing. Suddenly, in less than a split second, she sat up, dead serious, looking very angry. "That was a figure of speech, angels don't piss!"
"Um, sorry!" Itachi said nervously with a sweatdrop.
Aname's smug smile reappeared as she jumped high in the air and took her seat on the Uchiha's shoulder. She leaned down and said seductively in his ear, "I would suggest reading it. You'll find out something that you never thought was true." Then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
Glumly sighing, Itachi decided to try ripping off the remainder of the lace that was secured to the journal. However, it wouldn't budge. He spent over an hour, tugging, banging, slamming it in the door/window, biting. He then began clawing at the cover, washing it, rubbing it against sandpaper, sawing it off.
Nothing worked.
Why did Sasuke want such a terrible thing? Was he secretly gay? Did he WANT to be gay?
Well, when he gave in and opened the heinous cover to the very first page, the truth was revealed.
Dearest Sasuke-kun,
I know that you have a difficult time expressing your emotions. That must make you very unhappy. I know that you've gone through so much. So I thought that this lovely diary might help.
Sasuke-kun, remember that you're very dear to me. I care about you more than anyone ever would. That's why, this Valentine's Day, I'm giving you this gift. It's more than a gift, though. It's my heart, my soul, everything good in this world. Everything that would ever make you happy. Please write, because I'll know if you don't, and I don't think I can take it if you didn't write.
(forever),
Orochimaru 3
Itachi threw up in his mouth a little. How dare Orochimaru do this!
But at least he hadn't gotten Sasuke a heart locket with a picture of him on one side, and Sasuke on the other. Itachi shuddered at the terrible memory that he hadn't quite forgotten…
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"What the hell!" Itachi said as he looked into the locket, infuriated.
Orochimaru was blushing and twirling his long hair around his index finger. He peered at Itachi through his lashes. "Do you like it?" he asked in a sweet girlish tone. Enough to make any guy think that he was an innocent sweet young girl. Shit, it even got to Itachi a little.
Instead of letting it slide, Itachi grimaced down at the pitiful… thing. He then made eye contact with Deidara (since Kisame wasn't in Akatsuki quite yet), who appeared to be suppressing a smile, like everyone else that was eyeing them from the couches of the Akatsuki family room.
"Itachi, the moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew that you were special," Orochimaru said. "You were a young boy, I was a young man—"
"AUGH! That's NASTY!" This sentence from Itachi was followed by a series of coughing and gagging, while everyone else snickered from their seats. They had all gotten normal Valentine's gifts, like chocolate, or oversized venus killer flytraps, but not a love locket from any pedos.
"But Itachi, I knew you were the one. I've always felt this energy around you. One that I can't fight back. So, instead of fighting it, I've finally decided to tell you the truth. Itachi…" Orochimaru now had Itachi's handsome, heroic face (which wore a panicked expression) in his pasty white hands. "… I love you!" He finished triumphantly.
Everything began happening in slow motion. Orochimaru's eyes were closing, and he was getting closer and closer to Itachi, so that his face was all he could see. And… Orochimaru's pale lips were puckering.
"OMFG! OMFG!" Hidan was yelling. But Itachi didn't hear. He was freaking out too much on the inside.
Think fast, Itachi! Think fast! Think fast! Think fast!
The Uchiha swiftly ducked, right when Orochimaru had placed his lips onto Itachi's, but before a kiss actually happened.
"Wha…?" Orochimaru's green snake eyes flew open, only to see that Itachi had fled and was now standing several feet away across the room, his feet still sliding across the ground from the momentum.
Itachi was glaring at Orochimaru. He held up the locket so that everyone in the room could see. He then proceeded to quickly move his hands into hand signs, while holding the locket.
"FIRE STYLE: FIREBALL JUTSU!" He yelled, clearly enraged. He took a deep breath, then let it all out, careless of where it went. In fact, Kakuzu and Sasori had to dodge the fire, jumping off the large beanbag, which emerged into flames… along with Orochimaru's heartfelt gift.
"NOOO!" Everyone in the room besides Itachi yelled. Most were just watching the large comfy sack shrivel into nothing, but Orochimaru was watching the remains of his gift to 'the one,' blackened and disintegrating.
"Take it," Itachi said coolly, sounding like he was trying very hard not to shriek. He then chucked the ruined, melted piece of metal with distorted pictures inside back to Orochimaru, which hit him square in the eye. The chain whipped his forehead, leaving a red gash.
"Ouch!" Orochimaru blinked and rubbed one hand over his aching left eye, and looked up with the right one, only to see Itachi descending up the stairs, swiftly yet furiously. "Itachi-san, wait! Come back!" Orochimaru yelled. But Itachi had already disappeared around the corner. Everyone listened in silence as Itachi walked, nearly glided down the halls, until they heard a door slam.
"Noo! Itachi! ITACHI, WHY! WHY MUST YOU KILL MY SOUL LIKE THIS!" Orochimaru shrieked, falling to his knees, holding out his arms and crying to the heavens. "WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN!"
The remainding Akatsuki members looked up at their leader, whose right eye was twitching with annoyance, a vein popping in his forehead.
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Itachi shuddered more. That had to be one of the worst things ever, besides killing the clan and Pein jumping off the walls and celebrating when Orochimaru had quit the Akatsuki. Maybe Orochimaru had put some type of jutsu on the diary to prevent Sasuke destroying it. For when Itachi attempted to rip out the front page with Orochimaru's letter, it wouldn't budge.
Itachi sighed and flipped the page over to the first page.
This Sucks.
I hate my life. I hate everything. And I hate this diary. I don't even want to write, it's just that when Orochimaru gave this to me a while ago, he figured out I wasn't writing and then he… I'm not even going to talk about it.
I'm Sasuke Uchiha, and I live in a dark lair with two losers. I hate them both, but I should stay if I want to get powerful and kill Itachi. I hate him even more. No, I don't hate him, but what I feel is beyond hatred, beyond any feeling that any human has ever felt. I'll never forgive him for what he did…
Why am I even writing!
I'm pissed off. And writing about it doesn't help anything. Ever.
This Is Just Nonsense. What The Hell!
Yeah, I don't even want to admit this, but Itachi seemed like a kind older brother. In fact, the best older brother anyone could be lucky enough to have. Sometimes I wonder why he changed so rapidly. All of a sudden, he was just…
Why Won't Konoha Just Leave Me Alone?
They don't own me. I'm not their pet. We're better off going our separate ways.
I almost killed Naruto. Why doesn't he see that I'm better than him?
I'm better than everyone.
I'm better than Itachi.
Am I REALLY still doing this…?
Why do I keep writing in this ugly nightmarish thing, anyways? Oh yeah, because Orochimaru will have another fit…
Well, what does he expect me to write? If he wants me to "express my emotions," he's just asking for an angry Uchiha. Which is NOT fun.
Itachi Was…
The so called "Pride" of the Uchiha clan
The one with all the fangirls
Abnormally smart/strong
What seemed like the best big brother in the world
"Perfect"
Caring
Kind
Gentle
Compassionate
Amazing
Honest
Itachi Is…
Evil
A traitor
A LOSER
Wrong about everything
Probably high all the time if he just HAD to go off and kill the clan
A fake
A pretty good actor
Good at making things up
A suckish ninja
A show off
The brother that anyone would dread having
Powerful… but not as powerful as I'll get
Did I seriously just make that list? And the list above? Man, I'm such a chick…
Well, what else was I supposed to do? I had the afternoon off.
I Was Thinking…
You know, back then, it seemed like Itachi would do anything to protect anyone. What was he thinking? Seriously, was it really him that killed the clan?
Um, yeah, it was. Or else he wouldn't be in the Akatsuki.
Sometimes I Wonder…
Sometimes I wonder if I'm gay. Boys don't write in lacy pink diaries.
Orochimaru Is A Pain
He tried to rape me… again! WTF! This time, Kabuto had hit me over the head with something while I was training in the dojo. I woke up tied to a table. That's all I'm going to say happened.
I wonder what Itachi would do if he knew… Would he be pissed, or would he just not care?
He probably just wants me dead…
LAST ENTRY EVER
Because I want to get something off my chest. Yeah, I'm obsessive over Itachi. But not just because of revenge.
I miss him, okay! I really do. I miss our walks in the forest, and him poking me on the forehead all the time. I miss him, the clan, Konoha, and how everything else once was.
Man, did I really just say that? I'm lying. I'm very funny, right?
And since no one's reading this, why do I keep asking questions that no one can answer? Because I'm just getting more and more idiotic as the days wear on. I'm going crazy…
Itachi slammed the lacy pink nightmare shut, and looked off into the distance, as if he were receiving some type of freakish vision. Did Sasuke really write this? It was his handwriting. Sasuke, saying that he missed Itachi? Yeah, right… this had to be a joke.
"Well, it's not a joke, dummy. And it's about time that you read it. I thought that you would spend the rest of your life trying to destroy that thing." The familiar voice appeared along with a slight weight on his shoulder.
"No, this has to be some type of a joke," Itachi muttered, mostly to himself.
"Uh, no it's not. Why would an angel bring you such a long path just to pull a pathetic prank? It's real."
Itachi was beginning to retain his serious personality. The one where he had no emotions. Just… emptiness.
"Itachi, don't go back to the way you were," Aname said desperately, looking at the blank expression on his face. "Please. Haven't you learned anything at all? I know that you have. In fact, I know that this experience has made you feel better altogether. It's brought out what you've been fighting back all these years."
Itachi looked up at her. She looked extensively upset. But she was still as beautiful as ever. If not even more beautiful.
"It's made you express your feelings for once," the red haired angel continued. "Haven't you wanted that?
"You don't understand," Itachi said, setting the journal down on the nightstand. "I… I wanted to die by Sasuke's hand. I wanted him to kill me, to avenge the clan." He looked in the mirror on the far wall, at his little brothers emotionless face.
A brief silence followed. Until Aname broke it.
"Well then, that sucks."
Itachi looked up at Aname, slightly shocked. "Wh-what?" he said, dumbstruck.
"Itachi, you're in Sasuke's body."
"No shit."
"Shut up, smart aleck. I did this to teach both of you a lesson. It was mostly meant for Sasuke, since he's… well, he's not very bright. But Itachi, I'm trying to tell you something too," Aname looked sympathetically down at Itachi before hopping off of his shoulder and onto the dresser. She leaned over and swiftly grabbed the journal, holding it up for him to see. "Sasuke is trying to tell you something. Don't you see the hidden message?"
Itachi frowned. "Well, yeah," he said. "But it's just so hard to believe…"
"Itachi," Aname said quietly. "He's loved you all this time; he just didn't know how to handle it. He didn't know what to make of it."
Itachi felt like he had just been electrocuted. The shock struck him so strong, that he couldn't move for a few moments. "I… I thought that I made him hate me…"
"He wanted to hate you, but he…" Aname paused, looking at Sasuke's last entry. "…he couldn't let go."
Itachi stared out the window, only to see Naruto getting pelted with shuriken. "Hey!" he was yelling, while Konohamaru giggled evilly and continued tossing his weapons carelessly at the Jinchuuriki.
Itachi ignored this. "Aname," he said. "Where's Sasuke?"
"I'll tell you where to find him." She pulled a map out of thin air and began to trace a route, just like she had with Sasuke. "Take this path," she said handing him the map. "You'll find Sasuke."
Itachi snatched it desparately, nearly hyperventilating with excitement. "Thank you. Thank you so much," he said breathlessly.
"Hey, Itachi," Aname said uncomfortably, twisting her hair in her hands, awkwardly looking down at the ground.
Itachi pulled on a smile and made his way over to Aname. Carefully resting a hand on her shoulder, he said, "thank you for everything. I can't thank you enough." He felt himself getting hotter and hotter.
When Aname looked up, Itachi saw that she was also blushing. Upon seeing this, they both just started blushing even more. "Aah… I just wanted to say…" Aname fidgeted her fingers. "I have something for you once you're in your own body…"
"Oh, um… okay." After this awkwardness, there was another moment of silence. Finally, Itachi decided to break the uncomfortable atmosphere.
"Aname," Itachi said. The freakishly pretty girl gazed up at him. Before she could ask, Itachi said, "I have something for you, too."
Aname looked slightly surprised. "Oh, um, okay," she said, unsure.
Then, Itachi looked down at her. Aname couldn't help but notice the way he looked at her. Like she was… like she was actually important. Aname was breathless as she stared wide eyed up at him.
Itachi stroked her face, slowly and carefully, before gently taking his hand off her flawless face to rush out the door with his map.
Aname stood where she was left on the dresser, stunned. When she could actually move, she lifted her hand to touch her face where Itachi had.
Then, to her surprise, she giggled with satisfaction. She couldn't wait for him to find Sasuke and return to his original body.
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Deep in a dark lair subsided evil. Was it possible to have evil in such a lovely, perfect place? Apparently so.
"What!" an enraged, yet melodic voice yelled, echoing the dark room. "This isn't real. It can't be real! Aname, a guardian angel! No way!" A pair of smooth, pale hands knocked over the table in front of them, with such great force that it flew across the room and hit the opposite wall, making a large crack appear in the smooth surface. Yes, poor Aname had been watched all this time.
After a long, tense silence, the voice let out a smooth giggle.
"Well, whatever. No sweat, right?" The figure bent down and grasped her slender hand around something that had fallen off the table, which was originally lying in a box. A sharp, golden dart. "It should be a piece of cake to stop the little brat. After all, she's nothing compared to the rest of us angels." The hands twirled the dart around in their fingers as another laugh escaped a pair of insanely perfect lips. "And I know for a fact that she's no match whatsoever for me. She'll never be the guardian angels of the Uchiha brothers. The proper guardian angel," the figurine stood up from her place in a large cushioned armchair. She drew her arm back, ready to throw the dart in her hand, "would be me," she said, finishing her sentence as she let the dart zoom away from her fingertips. It zoomed across the room and hit something on the wall with the newborn crack in it.
A grand picture of a pitiful-looking Aname that took up nearly the entire wall, with darts sticking out in various places on her body. The latest one had landed perfectly where her heart lied.
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