"Hey! (Name), wait up!"
You turned around to find your best friend Shisui Uchiha running towards you. You smiled as he finally caught up with you
"H-hey ... ha-have you s-seen Itachi anywhere?" He asked, breathless from running
"No, I haven't. Why, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned
"Aww, man!" He complained, kicking up the dust on the floor
"That's the fourth time he's given me the slip. Damn, he's good ..." He mumbled
"Maybe if you didn't express your thoughts so loudly, you'd be able to keep up with him" You said, smiling
He looked at you and smiled
"Yeah, I guess so" He said, laughing
You sighed deeply
"What's up?" He asked
"Oh, it's nothing ... but ... it's a little weird. Danzo told me to tell you that he wants to see you right away" You replied
He looked surprised
"Really? When was this?" He asked
"Yesterday" You admitted shyly
"Oh snap!" He cried
"You'd better get over there ... or it won't be just your butt he'll be kicking
But Itachi knew that she would not be fine. She was being ripped apart just then, torn in two, no matter how 'natural' the doctor claimed this experience was. No amount of mental or physical ninja training had prepared her for anything even close to this kind of torture.
There were very few instances wherein Itachi had shed tears. When she was two years old, and she had fallen down the steps to her porch was one, and a few other times when she was young and naive, barely old enough to form complete sentences. Those times she had cried for such silly reasons.
But now, at the age of fifteen, in a hospital inside of the Tea Country, Itachi threw her head back into the stiff pillow that had been presented to her and sobbed her heart out. She wailed and cried, and begged for everything to end. Sharp pains crippled her ability to form words, and she yelped in misery instead, clawing desperately at the sheets beneath herse