AN: I lost my unicorn, I do not own anything except the damn plot

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Chapter 7

Uchiha Itachi was always referred to as being the perfect shinobi for not only his village but his clan as well, he was a lethal fighter and was arguably the strongest shinobi of his generation. Not to mention (again arguably; he had to compete with Shisui on this one) he was one of the most handsome shinobi that ever existed. He was the pride and joy of his clan.

He had women kissing his feet and worshiping the ground he walked on and every once in a while he made sure to take advantage of that fact for the man had his own fucking needs to be taken care off. And he took pleasure in taking out his carnal desires in the many beautiful women that lavished him with their attention.

But Uchiha Itachi despised, more than anything were clan meetings, I mean, why did he have to waste his time with a bunch of senile old men that lived way past their uses. They thought he could tell him what to do. Yeah well, those elders could kiss his ass.

"Itachi, you are at an age where you can marry and produce heirs to carry on the blood line. We suggest-"A pompous-assed elder began but was interrupted by the current clan heir.

"Forgive me for interrupting honoured elder Jaga, but I have been busy-." He stated stoically

"May I remind you as clan heir, you have a duty to your clan." Another elder interrupted, going by the name Inari, his old rat face scrunched up at the sign of disrespect from the current clan heir.

Itachi glared. The temperature of the room fell a few degrees, the council elders and his father felt the hairs on the back of their necks.

Itachi was going to win. He would be damned if he lost to those assholes.

"I have not found a suitable candidate for a wife, as those said candidates have failed to impress. None of them are suitable for Uchiha Matriarch as yes they have impressive social standing but, are more interested in marrying me for the money and fame rather than the prosperity of the clan. Furthermore I have noticed that most of my candidates are from civilian backgrounds, would it not be more logical to marry someone with a ninja background, as my wife would not only give me strong children but would also be a capable guardian to protect the clan, when I am away from the village.

Therefore I will be choosing a suitable candidate, one that is worthy of the title of Uchiha Martiarch. And may I remind you my first and foremost duty is to Konoha and all her inhabitants. " He finished with a cold undertone.

The elders all narrowed their eyes at their clan heir; they did not miss the thinly veiled insult, as he insinuated that he found them incompetent for picking out unsuitable candidates. Not only that he was also questioning their loyalty to the village, and also reminding them what could of have happened 10 years ago. He was effectively putting them in their place.

Clever cunt

"Ahahahahah, you actually said that?" Shisui laughed hysterically, his baby cousin finally managed to grow a pair and tell those old baboons to go to hell.

He was so proud.

Itachi sighed as he massaged his temples, he was going to have another headache once he got home, his father would probably reprimand him for his lack of respect to those old tarts.

"Ita-chan, I think you need to relax! I know! Come to my apartment this Thursday."

"Why?" Itachi glared at the nickname.

"Thursday is stress-free Thursday; you'd love it, it's candy land!"

Itachi narrowed his eyes at his grinning cousin; not that he would admit out loud but his stress was at the moment 'off the roof'. He needed to relax.

"Fine." The Uchiha heir consented grudgingly

"Awesome, don't be late!"

And that's where he found himself, on Thursday afternoon, sprawled out naked on Shisui's king-sized bed, along with his equally naked cousin and his brother's pink haired team mate. He looked over to her and observed as she lazily smoked a joint. She looked back at him and offered the said joint, which he accepted.

She got up slowly, and from her pouty lips, the sound of her voice was like tinkling music.

"Shisui, I have to go, I have a mission. I don't know how long I will be." She stated in a bland tone

"Oh and bye bye Itachi-san, please feel free to come back." The beautiful pinkette added

Shisui groaned.

"The mission can kiss my bruised ass and so can you!" Shisui pouted, as he hugged his pillow tighter. No matter how much love he had for his village, sometimes life could be so unfair; missions could be so fucking annoying when they interrupted his and pink-headed bestie's fun candyland-unicorn time.

"Your bruised ass?" Sakura smirked in amusement

"You and your fucking violent tendencies"

"You seemed to enjoy the spanking."

"Next time, I'm going to screw you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a fucking month!"

Please do

She flew through the trees at a break-neck speed, she was nothing but a blur; blink and she was gone. If you saw closely (and also in freaking slow motion) you could see the tenseness in her shoulders. The mission was going to be no doubt a soul tainting one, where she would be en route to hell.

I hate cults and their fucking backward ways.

Why is it always young, virgin girls? Could it be anymore cliché?

10 bucks if the girl is dressed in white

You are so on

I can't believe we are betting on something like this…

Darling, she is dead.

Yeah I know but-

Dead people don't fucking give a rats ass.

Inner-

If she does….well we'll make sure to send her to the pits of hell- Fire style.

Sakura was thankful about her inner's sass, she was on edge after hearing about the numerous young beautiful girls disappearing mysteriously and being found days later with their blood drained from their bodies; they would be found with bite marks on their throats and a black crescent moon etched onto their forehead. The Fire Damiyo was worried about this happening to his own daughters and personally ordered the Hokage who ordered her Anbu to investigate and annihilate the person or persons responsible. She being one of Anbu's top agents got a head start, her Shishou knew she hated being cooped up into the hospital.

The grass country was beautiful, with the sun shining, the birds were fucking chirping their pretty little ass-feathers off and the scenery was spectacular.

The scenery is beautiful, I especially like the drained corpse in the dead fucking centre. It gives an artist's touch to it. I mean look at it, the pristine white dress compliments the red bite mark on her neck. The black crescent moon burned on her forehead contrasts nicely with the paleness of her skin, -

You owe me ten bucks, so come on owe up

You interrupted my art rave, so shut the fuck up

Are we discussing this like psychopaths? Can I remind you that this girl was an innocent person wrongly killed by some dick bag in a cult ritual?!

So? You'll just zero-dark-thirty their asses. Besides we hardly ever discuss art, you know I get extra horny when you paint in blood.

Eww gross inner, TMI!

Oiii- look at her forehead…

Yeah, black crescent moon etched on her forehead, what about it?

No, the report said it was etched on the other girls' foreheads but this girl's forehead….it's different… it looks like it's been burned into her forehead; you know like a brand mark? I think this girl was very special as she was killed in a different way. Her corpse was well taken care off, I think she signifies something.

Oh go on, you are on a roll

If it was etched, you would see some etching lines or something like that, and how did they get it so black? Food colouring? Also are you sure that the cause of death was the bite mark on the neck?

I think I need to re-examine these corpses-

"Well if it isn't the pink-haired hot slut that 'killed' me? Boy this makes it a whole lot easier."

That voice…

Ye boi, chapter 7 finished. Thank you to those who reviewed and followed the story, your support means a lot to me!

Apologies for any errors. Also do you guys like my humor?

R&R

~Burnt red