[Uchiha] The Darkness Within Destroys Life [Itachi] [00]

This is the prolouge to an Uchiha Itachi story I have been writing. I'm hoping to approach a completely different style then I have used in my other stories. This is going to be written in the third person, and I will do my best to keep Itachi in character. Those hoping for a lovey-dovey Itachi should leave right now. The other parts will not be coming out anytime soon, as far as I know, although I have around two to three parts afterwards. I want to see if anyone would be interested un this, so I do suggest messaging if you want to read more, however, I don't care about rates.
The prolouge isn't all that long, just click here to go to the results to read it.
'One...good thing...about run-down....villages...like these,'she thought absentmindedly,'Is...that they...don't ask...any...questions, whether....it's if you're....old enough....to drink, or...if you're....a bad seed....' With this thought, she took another sip of her beer, wincing slightly at the bitter taste. She sighed, brushing her abnormal-colored bangs out of her eyes, and pulled her dark-colored cloak closer to her body. She gazed ahead, eyes glazed over, as if seeing something no other could. She sighed once more, and drained her glass.
"An' would ya like a'other, miss?"the bartender asked as he picked up the glass. His voice was kind, as if he had seen many like her before. She blinked, and looked up at him, her eyes asking a question with their soulful depths. She registered the question after a moment of silence, then shook her head slightly.
"No, I'm fine,"she whispered quietly, in a soft voice. He nodded, and moved on to the next person on the stools. After a moment, he glanced over to where she had been, and found the stool empty. He looked over the counter, and just caught a glimpse of her turning a corner. Blinking, he returned to his work, seemingly unable to forget the quiet girl like so many others, yet had an element to her they had not.
She walked slowly and softly, like she did with everything else. Her head lifted, and tilted slightly, gazing at the moon. After a moment her head lowered, looking at her feet in movement. Crystal liquid dripped onto the dark brown boots she wore. Her hand lifted, brushing away the liquid.
A chill breeze blew past, causing her to clench tightly onto her cloak. She gazed down, impassive, and absentmindedly wondered what color it was. 'Is it...dark, dark, depths...of the forest...green? Deep, depths...of...the ocean blue? Dark violet, like...the evening sky? Just...plain black? Or....is it...deep crimson, like...the color of...dried blood?' A shudder went through her body, and she closed her eyes, shaking her head. 'No.....'
Her eyes opened, and her pace quickened, until she was running, and she ran to her hotel room, feeling the urge to just flee the village. Flee from that feeling that had almost overcome her.