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I raised my katana and slashed through Kakashi, showing that it was a shadow clone. Naruto jumped away but did not attack. I threw a kunai at Sasuke, thinking it was a clone, but he was the real deal. "Sasuke. You are an idiot." He stared at me blankly, but I didn't care. Nothing would make me stop.
"Itachi did this to you." He caught me off guard, causing me to stare at him confusedly while several kunai went into my back . Damn it! I turned around to see Kakashi, "Never take your eyes off your opponent."
"Don't lecture me." I sensed more kunai coming after me, and I tried to block them- only...there were too many. Dozens went into my body, and I was suddenly having flashbacks of the fight with Haku. I died with honor. This is my new goal. To destroy Konoha.
I opened my eyes to see the destruction I had already caused, bodies were piled in masses and blood flooded the streets. The festival decorations were ripped and dirtied. Today was meant to be peaceful, yet I had turned it into the exact opposite. I smiled, sadistically happy with my work. Maybe I was sick.
Breaking from my thoughts, I yanked out a few of the kunai and threw it back, taking out a few of the lower ranked ninja. "You have killed so many innocent people.." I turned around to see Naruto, the Kyuubi's chakra around him and a tail or two coming out of it. "They did nothing to you..."
I laughed cruelly, "Naruto, you are a bigger fool then Sasuke. These people have ridiculed me since I was born! Why should I take sympathy on someone who will not do the same for me? It would be pointless." Just like this conversation. More ANBU tried to grab me, but I killed them off while his anger grew. I noticed Sasuke watching us with an odd fascination, which bothered me a bit.
I noticed Naruto getting ready to use Rasengan, "I hate to do this to you Tsukiko, but I can't stand by and watch you do this to Konoha." I rolled my eyes at him, and stood still even when he was running at me. I planned on jumping out the way at the last second, but a pair of hands came out of the ground grabbed my ankles. I jerked to the side so that I wouldn't get hit head on, this in turned caused Naruto's attack to hit across my side.
Kakashi let go of my ankles and I stumbled back, holding my side hazily. "I knew I would die." I smiled up at Naruto, "Thank you." I collapsed onto the ground in a heap, unconscious.
*Weeks Later.*
I had a collar around my neck, like the kind you'd put on a dog. A chain was hooked to it, and an ANBU member held onto the other end in front of me. My hands were held together with handcuffs behind my back, a chain linking to them which was held by an ANBU member behind me. Today was my execution day.
Today is the day I am scheduled to die.
I don't think its fair if you schedule death. Death should be spontaneous. Planned executions are cheating. And nothing good ever comes out of cheating death. I smirked lightly before looking around, feeling that oh-so-familiar chakra nearby. My eyes closed as the sound of metal against metal rang out. A smile spread across my face as I reopened my eyes to see the ANBU that were holding my chains on the ground in a pool of blood.
"Itachi-kun."
My eyes held so much light that everyone around me was blinded. He stared at me with that damnable blank expression. But I could see it in his eyes. Anger. They were riddled with it.
This made me frown, as I walked up to him, a small crowd gathering. No one made a move towards us, not yet. Tsunade wanted to see what was going on. My countenance showed nothing but confusion. Why is he mad at me? Out of anyone, I figured he would be mad at Naruto or Sasuke or Tsunade....not me.
"Itachi-kun, you have come to save me." haven't you? He drew his hand back before brining the back of it hard across my face, making me fall to the ground do to my lack of balance from being partially bound.
Cell seven was watching our every move. Every breath. Every bead of sweat and panic falling down my skin. I began to hyperventilate slightly, the desperation growing in my eyes, "But Itachi-kun, I've done everything you've asked." I sat up awkwardly before standing up fully, "What it is that I have done to upset you so?"
The remainder of the towns people stared at me with mild expressions of intrigue. I ignored everything around me, for the only ones that existed where Itachi and I. We were the only things left in the word for this moment. "You failed." I shook my head frantically,
"No, no! I didn't fail! It's just a minor set back, give me more time!"
He took out a kunai, "You will waste no more of my time."
-Sasuke's POV- (whoa experimental)
The fear in her eyes was unbearable. I had to save her from him, before he could do anymore damage. She looked so weak, I thought I'd never see her in such a diluted state. Her ribs are showing, they must not have fed her. The bandaging around her wounds are pitiful, soiled and soaked through with blood. Did no one care for her while she was in here? Did no one bother to make sure to see that she would live to this day?
They must have. They must have kept her barely alive, on her last limb. Tsukiko-chan, I thought I knew you. I was wrong. I can't admit it out loud, but I was wrong about you. You aren't strong or all-powerful. You are weak, just one look and you are down on your knees before him. Did he really mess you up that badly Tsukiko-chan? Was what he did really that painful?
I imagined myself in her place for a moment; fear, loneliness, anger, these were the emotions she felt for two years. No wonder she turned out this way. Anyone would have, even Gaara. I have to save her.
-Tsukiko's POV- (hope that wasn't too ooc)
I had to dislocate my shoulders in order to get my hands from behind my back. The pain was searing, excruciating. I don't know how to even begin to describe it or the sickening crack it made. The muscle tearing, the bones separating, the blood in my mouth- it all rushed in within an instant. That's all it took for the pain to paralyze me.
He was enjoying this. I could tell. The only thing Itachi loves more then torturing people, is watching people torture themselves. That sadistic son of a bitch. "I won't fight you Itachi-kun, I love you."
The whispering mass around us grew silent as soon as the words left my lips. He wasn't phased or moved in any way. After all, this wasn't that uncommon of a phrase for him to hear. I had told him my lovefor him before. My mind concocted some notion that he returned the feelings, but deep down I knew that he was just using me to get to Sasuke. I knew it, yes, however my own emotions blocked my brain from processing the idea.
"Please-" another punch sent me to the ground as I coughed up blood. My wounds were reopening, and I will surely bleed to death if they don't get some attention soon. Tsunade knows this, I know she does. She didn't want to heal me though, no one did. The only ones that came close to me were those who intended to hurt me, not help me. I was doomed. I was going to die. No one is going to save me now.
The handcuffs were broken somehow, by some mysterious person. Maybe they thought I'd have a better chance. Maybe they thought I'd run away. If anything, they were wrong.
I sprung up off the ground in one leap, and hugged Itachi, pressing my face into his toned chest. I closed my eyes long enough to feel the kunai he had been holding plunge into my stomach. It barely missed my wound from the Rasengan, but it sliced through my small intestine and nicked my large intestine. My lower digestive tract is now in even more shreds- as Naruto had already done heavy damage to both intestine, my stomach, and even parts of my left kidney. My spleen had been removed, but anyone can live without it.
By this point, death was inevitable. Even a demon couldn't survive this kind of damage.
I suppressed gurgled coughs from my throat, as I stumbled away from him. I had to wait to speak, for the blood to run down my chin and out of my mouth. I pushed it out with my tongue to make room for words, "What did I do wrong?"
"You were caught."
"Oh, and Tsukiko, if you get caught I will have no choice but to kill you." I bowed respectively, knowing it would never happen. It couldn't. It was impossible.
My eyes widened, how could I have forgotten? How could I have been so naïve? A blow to my chest caused my cracked ribs to snap, puncturing my lungs and liver. At this point in time all organs except my brain and heart had some time of injury. Just my being alive was a miracle.
I turned, seeing another person in the crowd. Sasuke. My eyes were so desperate, so betrayed, so...lonely. He saw what I saw. My death. My slow and painful downfall.
Before I knew it I was on the ground again, laying on my stomach, my ribs twisting inside of me. Things were growing hazy. There was nothing left for me to do.
As my vision was fading I wrote gomen nasai in hiragana ((the most common way in Japanese)):
My hand fell on the last symbol, they were sloppily done and probably hard to read. I did not care however, it was the only way he could see how I felt. The only way.
Comment my new journal? (I know its less convenient. my apologies luvs)
