Infact, that’s what his life was like – always desperately trying to be the best of someone or thing, whether it was for power or the last kitten plush in stock at a store.

Itachi shock the image of murdering the shop owner because he looked at him funny when he was checking out the stuffed kitty out of his brain. There was space for more important things right now, such as tracking down Tobi – the goofball who always wanted to make his “senpai” smile. Itachi had a gut feeling that he was the one who trimmed his darling weeds out of his life.

He turned around to Tobi’s room, with plans of stopping by the kitchen in mind, of course. He needed a sharp, polished knife and a cup of apple juice – the last time he had one was 30 minutes ago – way too long for his comfort zone.

Reaching for the doorknob that led into the kitchen, Itachi was suddenly lying on the floor with his partner, Kisame, moaning next to him.

“Hey, watching where you’re going, un – er, Itachi!” angrily muttered Kisame, rubbing his head.

Itachi just stared.

“You seem… different, Kisame.”

“Oh, I have an um, cold, un – hachoo!”

Itachi didn’t seem entirely convinced, but he let it drop.

“So, Kisame, what are you doing here?”

“Don’t you remember? We have an important mission to do toady, un… viously.”

“We… do?” Itachi thought for a moment, but nothing came. Oh well, it must of slipped his mind.

“So, let’s get going, un!”

Un? Thought Itachi. Kisame has been spending too much time with Deidara again…

After some preparations, Kisame and Itachi set off. Itachi sighed has he dragged alongside Kisame, which was whistling a tune from Finding Nemo.

Itachi would swear he saw Kisame look back at Tobi’s room, winking. How strange.

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Tobi heaved a sigh like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He was happy Itachi-san wasn’t going to kill him, yet he shuddered at the thought of how he was going to pay back his senpai.

Oh well, it wasn’t that bad.