He was too good a shinobi to have not seen the trap coming, he told himself.
But all of that learning through books and select missions inside the village walls didn’t account for real world experience, he surmises.
…Actually, it’s a little hard to think at all. His throat is filled with dust and rubble, and he tastes blood. His eyes flare red, but in the near pitch dark of a collapsed tunnel structure, there’s nothing to reflect.
Part of Akatsuki’s current plan was amassing funds. This meant doing the secret, dangerous missions no other Kage or Leader felt secure enough to entrust to their shinobi. Capturing criminals, taking out enemy Daimyo, pilfering weapon’s staches to add to another village’s repertoire… all of it disgusted Itachi. It was just a means to get an advantage over someone else. But not a single word of protest came from him during their assignments, and he and Kisame had completed every mission flawlessly thus far.
Track down six scrolls which each contained a part of a recipe for a fatal and fast spreading poison. It’s creator had gone through great lengths to hide each of the pieces. This was the final scroll, hidden deep underground, in a series of web-like tunnels hidden under a beach. This meant there was lots of heavy sand ontop of them, threatening to fall under the wrong circumstances.
And fall it did.
He’d only just deposited the final scroll into Kisame’s hands when the trap was sprung. Four giant, summoned crabs burst through cracks in the walls, where their summoning contracts had been wedged in prior to their arrival. Itachi didn’t have time to guess whether they belonged to the client, or the keeper of the Poison. Their massive size crumbled the walls and supporting structure, and their claws aimed directly for the pair.
Itachi had reacted in pure reflex. His head throbbed, the pain something he’d never felt before in his life, but behind him, Kisame was safe, tucked securely in the rib cage of Itachi’s newly summoned defender.
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The pain worsens. His stomach flips, and Itachi brings his hand to his mouth to catch the mix of bile and blood as Susano’o finally reaches the surface, head and right hand bursting free, letting out a pained cry. The chakra is beginning to flicker away, and Itachi is left to curl in on himself on the disturbed sand.
His body is sliding down… gravity wanting to take him back into the hole, Itachi losing his grip, and consciousness.
[[ I will pay Tumblr $10 to never do that again. ]]
Angst/Sadism RP starter thing ((Send “Oh god…” for me to generate!))
7. Many stab wounds in various locations
4. Screaming for help
Well, this sucked. Kakashi assumed that even with his long break in solo missions, he could take on an S-ranked mission by himself. He stumbled, and eventually fell against a tree as his eyes grew blurry from the pain. That damned-!
Not a lot of things piss him off, but Kakashi has just hit his limit for the day. Aside from having to deal with his multiple stab wounds, he was fairly certain his target, the Poison Master, just poisoned him. Maybe it was the name that tipped him off, or maybe it was the irrational pain flaming through his veins, causing him to contort in agony.
“Ugh! Oh for fuck’s– hey! Any Leaf nin decide to follow me? This would be a great time to help out!” His voice, now hoarse with pain, rang through the forest. He decided to scream instead, despite his rational side begging to keep quiet. “COME ON! I’M JUST GOING TO DIE HERE!?”
Shinobi shouldn’t make unnecessary noise. All communication between cells that was out of conversational distance was to be done through radio communication.
It’s rules like these and a couple of others that repeat in Itachi’s mind as he is halted by the panicked screaming. That voice… he knew it well enough to guess it was Hatake Kakashi’s, but since when was he the type of man to scream? The few years they were in the ANBU, he’d never heard the man show anything more than himself in terms of emotion.
It’s why he’s careful when he closes the distance. Has his Sharingan active, to detect any henges, or genjutsu. It’s too easy of a trap to play up to Konoha’s desire to keep its shinobi alive. Especially cell-mates.
…But it is him. And surely it’s serious, if he’s taken to screaming for any available help.
“Please don’t scream.” It’s all he can ask, as he begins to work Kakashi’s body over his shoulders.
“So this time for once, let me tell you one small truth. It’s all right if you never forgive me, but no matter what you become Sasuke, I will always love you.“
[[ Well, using Sasuke kind of negates the question. There’s no sister for him to reproduce to restore the clan if he’s the last one left, is there? And if Itachi is this sister, it still doesn’t work, because Sasuke will want to kill Itachi.
And I have always hated the idea of a female relative OC introduced purely for Sasuke to have sex with. And I’m not saying “ew brother/sister sex” because I already ship incest type ships, so that’s not the problem. It’s the canon dynamic being introduced by forcing a relative who’s only purpose is to hook up with a canon character.
Unfortunately, this kind of stuff doesn’t work in a non-massacre scenario, either. The Uchiha isn’t as strict or crazy about their “breeding,” or the importance of their kekke genkai, so Itachi and Sasuke would be expected to marry women, and Uchiha women at that, but nothing as close as a biological sister.
Perhaps in some other, very specific setting, where there are very few members left and even less females at an age they can reproduce. Something as serious as that would be applicable then. ]]
Uchiha Itachi versus Uchiha Madara. That was a fight he didn’t want to show the world today, but gods it was fight he would want to partake in someday. Itachi was terrifying, it was thrilling. “He’s your little brother, I’ll honour your claim. What’s in it for me though? A lone Uchiha is a dead one.”
He steps closer to Itachi, until they are toes-to-toes. He doesn’t break eye contact. He doesn’t even blink. He tilts his head as if to make sure their noses won’t bush when he leans in. He is very, very, close.
“If you focus too much on Sasuke, I’ll feel left out of the equation.”
That was too close. Itachi preferred his space, especially as a genjutsu user. While not incapable of hand to hand combat, distance was key in most of his fights.
“I will keep watch over you.” Without the context of their earlier discussion, it sounds like an offering of protection. It’s not quite that. Itachi’s used to creating distance between himself and Sasuke– it’s how he keeps him safe. If it takes staying near Madara to ensure his safety, then so be it.
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