Stain My Rose With Bloody Tears ||Uchiha Itachi|| 31 Scroll Of Black Ice

"Itachi," The young Uchiha froze momentarily when the source of the voice became clear to him. He turned towards the older man, who for an instant seemed to observe his lack of composure. Itachi was quick to rectify this. In any case, it was not wise to show a single, miniscule hint of doubt when around Madara.



"I certainly hope you've been doing fine," At this point Itachi's eyebrow rose lightly; that was obvious sarcasm coming from Madara. Upon seeing Itachi's darkening glare, the older Uchiha revealed a small bottle he was keeping in his pouch. He threw it at his student, who caught it neatly with one hand.



"That should—how can I put this politely—increase your lifespan somewhat," Madara informed rather casually, as if he dealt with deadly diseases daily. "And you may give these to Shizuma." Itachi caught another bottle. In this case, the pills were for her irregular coughing of blood. Though any medical ninja would conclude Haemoptysis, seeing as there are no signs of internal damage, it has everything to do with her bloodline limit. And unless her demon, Banteki, were to be extracted from her body, the coughing of blood will remain.



Itachi turned to leave, but Madara was much quicker at causing him to stop. The single red eye narrowed towards Itachi who stared back from the corner of his own. "And another thing, where is my young subordinate?"



Although Itachi hadn't been planning on conversing with Madara at all, it seemed he had no choice in this situation. "Training." He lied.



"I see... you better be taking good care of her." There was no mistaking that this was an unspoken warning.



"Why do you put so much value in her?" Itachi inquired, not sure whether his curiosity was good or bad.



"She has many useful techniques and abilities most shinobi know nothing about,"



"So how did you find out?" Perhaps he shouldn't have asked this, because now Madara was becoming agitated.



"When I was your age, I knew a Ginchishio, she was an interesting specimen." The older Uchiha remembered the face of Ginchishio Hazuri well, like a vivid portrait in his mind. She had long, curly black hair. Half of it was pulled back in a straight, almost unnoticeable ponytail. Her eyes were lighter than Shizuma's, but green nonetheless. If you put the few differences aside, you could conclude they strikingly resemble eachother. But Hazuri's personality had been much different from Shizuma's. Thus, where Shizuma has a mild personality, Hazuri had a fiery one. But they both shared the main factor in their nature of being easily provoked.



Itachi knew at that very moment; Madara compared Shizuma to the woman he'd obviously lost long ago. She was of the same clan after all, but he was not particularly happy with this new chunk of information.



"Hn, you should know better than to favour her because she reminds you of the past, the past which you lost." Itachi stated, feeling no regret for his bold choice of words towards the older man, supposed to be his inferior. The younger Uchiha whirled around, taking a small step forward after securing both medicine bottles in his pouch.



"And you should know better than to screw with death," The man behind the orange smirked wickedly.



"You are not one to talk, Madara." A fact it was. Uchiha Madara was the closest thing to immortality, and even Itachi secretly knew it was about time for the ancient to meet his end.



Madara lifted his only visible eye towards the sky, fascinated by the warm colours that were smudged together so smoothly. His gaze descended back to the ground, even though he already knew his student was gone.



"Intervening with my intentions is not a wise thing to do, Itachi. Then again, perhaps your motives are far different than mine. But I'll find that out later. For now, you can have your fun." He said the words calmly, but the menace in his voice could've sent a shiver down the spine of any living being.



At that time, Shizuma strolled out of the bathroom wearing a rather simple, short white robe. Her left hand went to cover her mouth as she yawned, her other guided her down the stairs via the railing. She then wandered towards the kitchen, very lazily at that too. She didn't really care, neither Kisame, Deidara, or Kirameki and Akaike were around. She was basically alone in the entire house. She poured herself a mug with cold, fresh water.



Turning with the mug in her hand, she brought it to her lips as she walked back into the living room. She let out a small gasp of dismay as she literally walked up against a solid mass that wasn't supposed to be in her way. The mug was forced to collide with her face, the water shot down the wrong pipe in her throat, and the rest of the water ran down her jaw. Coughing loudly, she jolted backwards and let the mug fall to the ground.



She lifted her now watery eyes up to glare at whatever stood in her way. But it wasn't who she'd expected. Hot colour flamed in her cheeks.



"W-what are you doing here?" Shizuma swiped the water from her face and lowered her hands. Itachi stared at her for a long, painful moment. Then, as if deliberately trying to fuel her embarrassment, he chuckled. Her first reaction was astonishment. Seeing Itachi amused wasn't something that occurred every day. But then she figured that it was because of her. She pressed her teeth together and glared at him, her anger fuelled.



"What's so funny?"



He raised his hand, withdrew only four of his fingers within his palm and used his index finger to trace a circle on her face. At first she didn't get it; was he just trying to piss her off even more? No, he wasn't, she realized the mug that was pressed against her face a few minutes ago must've left a visible, temporary red circle on her face. Wanting to hide the new flush of heat that rushed to her cheeks, she looked down at the ground where she'd dropped her mug. She noticed something peculiar. There was a bottle—most likely medicines—lying next to it. She lowered enough for her hand to reach it and picked it up, examining the pills through the transparent plastic. They were not hers.



"Itachi..." The tone in her voice changed, became concerned. He took note of this, realizing the bottle he'd accidentally dropped hadn't been hers. He cursed his bitter luck as he tried to snatch it from her grasp, but to no avail, she was swifter.



Once again she was standing, her body in the shadow of his, close, so that she could feel his body heat. The air vibrated with his power. His fingers were wrapped loosely, like a bracelet, around her wrist, giving her no opportunity to escape. But he was holding onto the wrong arm.



A slow hiss of air was her only warning. The movement was intensely painful, taking her breath away. Her eyes locked with his. Involuntarily Shizuma struggled, tried to get away. His eyes, as black as night, burned at her.



"What do you need these for?"



"It is none of your concern,"



"Then I'll keep the bottle until you tell me."



"That's a pity..." his smile turned sinister "because I have yours right here." He held up the other bottle to prove his point.



"Screw you," she leaned into him purposely, aware that there was hardly any difference between their height "I don't need mine yet."



"You have no chance of fighting with me, and holding onto my wrist is not going to work either." He told her, completely unrepentant. He knew she'd twisted her hand in his grasp enough to take a hold of his wrist as well.



She was terrified, of course, but strangely calm. "Oh, you could easily kill me, indeed. But I can promise you, I'll come to haunt you... unless you tell me."



"Stubborn and just won't learn." He observed dryly as he lifted her up just enough to swing her into the living room, assuming she would be tossed into something. Much to his dismay, she held onto his wrist and landed on her feet with ease. Even her robe remained intact.



Itachi wasn't planning on telling her anything she didn't need to know. But then again, at this rate he wasn't going to shake her off. Of course he did know one little trick to win this once and for all.



She forced herself to hold that black gaze. Fire. Ice. He had the most frightening eyes she had ever encountered.


"Have it your way," Just the low velvet touch of his voice sent heat curling through her body. It was sinful and unfair to have such a voice.



For a moment that seemed longer to him than to her, he stared at her. He found her intriguing, mysterious even. He trapped the emerald green of her eyes in the intensity of his hot gaze. He knew exactly how to force her to let her guard down, and with his black stare still holding hers, he slowly lowered his head after releasing his hold on her.



She nearly cried out at the rush of liquid heat racing through her body at his touch. His mouth explored every inch of hers, caressing, demanding, gentle, and dominant, a sweet stroking along her small incisors, a stark male possession. Her eyes were wide, eyelids began dropping, at that very moment he activated his Sharingan.



His mouth left hers to pull back and snatch the bottle from her now numb hand. Her body, too, went numb. He merely pushed her backwards only to have her land on the sofa. Without further thinking he placed her medicine on the table and turned to leave.



"You've got an interesting way of letting me have it my way. I could get used to it." Shizuma's voice made him stop dead in his tracks, his breath leaving his mouth for a short amount of time.



"That's impossible, I locked—" He was cut off.



"You locked eyes, yes, but you released my hand which allowed me to dispel the trance you were going to use to put me to sleep."



"More importantly, why did you?" He hated to admit he underestimated her. Or perhaps he hated to face that he didn't exactly sweep her off her feet enough to force her guard down.



"I won't ask you about the medication, I just need you to stay here for now," she didn't bother to wait until he would repeat his question, so she continued, "I'm being watched. If you had left me here, unconscious, that would've given her the perfect opportunity to attack. You can not underestimate her, for it was Orochimaru himself who freed her. But I don't know whether she will take me to him or kill me where I stand. Both is bad enough, but being killed in my sleep isn't something I particularly wish for."



He gave a quick nod. He could sense the honesty in her tone and her eyes didn't betray any lies either.



"I requested my medication from Madara, so I know you finished whatever it was you had to do. And assuming you don't have anything better to do right now, I was hoping you could do me this one favour." A small smile tugged at her lips as she turned to the window, gazing outside into the dark.



She lifted her face then, to lock her eyes with his. To judge his reaction. Itachi hesitated, then inclined his head.



She rose from her position, fixing her robe a bit to keep it decent. "And exactly how long do you want me to stay? An hour?" he prompted, raising his eyebrow at her as she stopped in her tracks after reaching the threshold that led to the hall.



"Until tomorrow morning."



"And you honestly expect me to agree with that?" His black eyes drifted possessively over her face. Devoured her.



"Oh let me see, it's at least two days travelling until you get back to the Akatsuki. So for this night, it's either outside in the cold or inside here on a nice, warm bed." She had a solid point. He sighed softly, trying to mask his fatique. But she'd already noticed how weary he was when he didn't simply take back his medication with force.



"And, another thing, Itachi," she stopped half-way after turning around the corner towards the stairway. "Do not kiss a girl solely for the purpose of distracting her." She made it a soft accusation. He could practically feel her victorious smirk. A tremor ran through his body.



"I'll keep that in mind next time you try to defy me." He could barely manage to get the words past the strange lump blocking his throat. But he could manage to keep his voice steady and completely stoic.



Several hours later, Shizuma raked a trembling hand through the long strands of her unbound, silky hair. She felt completely drained. She paced restlessly across the room to the kitchen and poured herself another cup of tea. Itachi filled this house with his presence. It was difficult to keep from staring at him. She watched him move through the house. He glided silently, almost as if he was aware of her staring at him. She padded into the bedroom to lean her hip against the doorway, just watching him as she sipped her tea. It warmed her insides and helped to stop her shivering. She'd taken off her robe and dressed herself in a long, black nightgown. His eyes met hers across the room.



The rain pounded on the roof now. The wind slammed into the windows, whistling loudly as if in warning. Shizuma raised the cup to her lips and drank, her eyes still locked with his.



"You can have this room if you want. Since Kirameki and Akaike are away on one of their little missions, they took the time to lock their rooms to keep me out of them." She murmured scornfully. Much to Itachi's surprise, however, she passed him by and stopped at the window.



"And you blame them?" He averted his eyes from her sharp glance at him.



"I suppose not." She answered calmly. He heard her open a window, and he immediately tilted his head in her direction, watching her create an animal out of dark red liquid. It became a solid red mass infused with her chakra, and on a closer look he could determine what kind of animal—a cougar, perhaps?—that she sent leaping out of the window. A chill touched her nape. Almost instantly after it touched the ground another solid form emerged.



"Her and I have one thing in common; the ability to create solid forms out of liquid. But only the liquid we control."



"Yours is a blood-like substance," he observed the silver-like lion attacking Shizuma's creation "hers is crystallized." Now he sounded innocent.



She laughed softly. "Do I have naive stamped on my forehead?"



"Amongst other things." He added dryly. She looked offended and guilty simultaneously. For the first time his sensuous mouth softened, curved into a grin. The effect on her was shattering. It wasn't right for a male to look that intimidating yet attractive at the same time. He should be banned from all female company.



He discarded his cloak, walking off momentarily to leave Shizuma alone at what she was doing. Toying with Ritsuko. She knew the female outside would not come near, not with Itachi around.



"I must be getting somewhere after all." Her tone was lazy, teasing, a little bit husky.



"You will be getting out of this room within a few seconds," He made it a soft threat.



Shizuma inhaled deeply, taking in the clear night air. She'd forgotten one minor thing; her own medication. Her heartbeat increased, began beating in a greater amplitude, sending iron-tasting liquid up her throat. She coughed instinctively, releasing her technique and slamming the window shut.



Itachi heard her loud coughing, and with a frustrated sigh went to retrieve her medication. He returned with a glass of water and an oval pill. She was still sitting on the ground, her right hand clutching her chest as if trying to ease the pain she was feeling. Her other hand caught the blood from her mouth.



Upon handing her the glass and medicine, she flashed him a sheepish smile, deliberately trying to avoid his accusing gaze. She staggered as she tried to stand up and lean against the wall, but her hand was caught by Itachi's who set her straight. She yanked her hand away as if he had burned her, he merely raised an eyebrow at this estranged reaction.



Her chin lifted, eyebrows drawing together in concentration. "My hand is smudged with blood," He wasn't sure whether it was an excuse or not. He disregarded it anyway. Her fingers twisted together, and her breath seemed caught in her lungs. "You are free to kick me out of the room now." She added. She sat up reluctantly, hating to have to prove her point but knowing she must thwart his resolve.



"I would, but kicking out half-dead women doesn't look good on my reputation." He hadn't moved much, other than moving to the bed and lowering himself there. He merely watched her with amused eyes. He gave the mental equivalent of absolute derision.



"Oh, I'm not half-dead, and it would look worse if I were pregnant—now that would be a great reputation!" She corrected, savage mocking laced her voice. He met her gaze after she placed the emptied glass on the windowsill next to her.



"If that were so, I would have to kill the man who caused it," he said it decisively after crossing his arms and letting his body fall back on the soft surface of the bed.



Shizuma started to laugh, but as his serious tone registered, her smile faded. He was not teasing her. He was being as honest as he could be. Itachi didn't know whether he was insane or not. "Hm, why?" she inquired softly.



"You would become worthless, and I do not want to be the one to tell Madara this." Well, indeed, that would be one reason.



"Worthless?" She went very still for a moment. But it wasn't long before she took a few steps forward towards him. "It's a good thing I'm not, not to mention I would devote my life to making yours a living nightmare, and... and..." She hesitated, blushing wildly. She was not going to admit to him that she'd never done anything with a man before.



"Making mine a living nightmare? You wouldn't need to bother anymore," he said so bluntly, so subtly. At once she felt stark emptiness. Her heart beat hard, pounding in near terror. Normally she wouldn't have understood this remark, but now she felt the hidden meaning.



Itachi opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her. Her heart ached for him. He was painfully aware of her instant change of demeanour.



"You can move. Now get out." It was a demand. There was a threat in his voice, subtle but still there, and she caught the echo of his censored thought. He lost the indulgence often present when he conversed with her. All at once he was a being of enormous power, arrogant and commanding. She understood the terrible dread, but simply shook her head in protest. He looked away from her for a moment and as always, it was impossible to read his expression. His black eyes flickered.



"Spare me the sofa." It was a mumble, as if to emphasize her submission to him she directed her gaze towards the wall idly.



"I will be gone when you wake." His upper body rose to take hold of her waist. She felt the jolt of sensual awareness right down to her toes. Instinctively she looked at his eyes, something she shouldn't have done had she preferred herself awake. His Sharingan was ablaze, and this time captured her. Her eyes became dull as her body wilted forward. Itachi caught her, placing her next to him—the bed was big enough for two people—so that there was at least a small gap in between them.



"You're getting too close," he murmured it aloud under his breath, as if to himself. He was brushing away a few rebellious strands of her black hair that cascaded to frame her face. He caressed her silky hair.



He was surveying his surroundings now, a peculiar glow in his black eyes. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling, listening to the clattering of the rain on the window before falling asleep himself to the soothing sound.

I can show that I need to see this.
No time for lies and empty fights. I'm on your side.
Can we live a life of
Peace and happiness?
I don't think so.
No denying
I am scared to lose
The things I love.
I'm in control.

Breaking Benjamin - You Fight Me.



Thank you for reading, feel free to comment/rate/favorite if you liked it. =] On another note, I'll probably be writing a Madara story as I've mentioned my OC for it in this chapter. *stealthy and subtle like that* XD