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Tears of the Unworthy	By : MudbloodMalfoy Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 9325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Ten

Revenge

I don't own Naruto, nor do I receive monetary compensation for the writing of this story.

Tip-toeing out of a top-secret base filled with S-class criminals was not something Sakura ever thought she would be doing. However, worrying all night about her kidnapped son had pushed her a little bit closer to the edge of reason. Itachi had held off on sleep until he believed her to be asleep, so she had had plenty of time to formulate a plan. Itachi would probably want to strangle her for this, but he probably wouldn't get the chance. You see, Sakura was going to meet Tobi. She didn't know why he had taken her son, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let him keep Shin. Placing a silencing jutsu around herself hadn't been easy, since everyone here would sense her chakra levels rise. She had managed it, though. Letting her chakra rise as if she were having a nightmare was pretty easy, but casting the jutsu right beside Itachi made things way trickier. Hopefully, it would be morning before anyone noticed her absence. As she slipped through the front door, she whispered into the night, "I'm coming, Shin. Just hold on!"

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Itachi was sleeping peacefully, something that only happened when Sakura was with him. Suddenly, Sasuke appeared in the middle of the field Itachi was dreaming about. He looked worried, and a bit scared. "Itachi, you have to get up! Sakura sneaked out to go get Shin. She isn't going to survive if she does this by herself! You have to help her!" When Itachi showed no signs of listening, Sasuke punched his brother square in his jaw. "GO!" Sasuke yelled. He then disappeared, taking the peace with him.

Bolting upright in his bed, Itachi felt his jaw, wincing when he touched the bruise that, apparently, his brother had just given him. Out of habit, he reached to Sakura's side if the bed, only to find it empty and cold. With a growl of anger and betrayal, Itachi flew out of bed and into his clothes, sparing only a few precious seconds to grab weapons. By this time, Kisame and Sasori had opened their doors, trying to figure out who was making so much racket. When Itachi whirl-winded into the hall, he saw the two standing there. He growled out, "Keep my daughter safe," and was gone before either of them could even draw a breath to reply. They looked at each other for a second before they turned back into their rooms, only to return a minute later with various supplies. Kisame had a pillow, a blanket, and some food; Sasori was dragging Deidara, along with two pillows and blankets. They sighed and went to the living room-turned-nursery. Kisame flopped down onto the couch. "This is gonna be a long night." Sasori nodded and kicked Deidara in the head. The blonde didn't even stop snoring. "Long night, indeed," Sasori replied.

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Sakura crept through the bushes, in search of some kind of sign that would lead her to Shin and, in effect, Tobi. She had come upon a small building deep in the woods. In it, she found disturbing photos of her and her family. Someone had drawn her throat being slit; Itachi's picture was ripped in two at the neck; Mai and Shin's pictures were burned and crumpled. Sakura repressed a shudder. A noise outside caused her to still and even out her breathing, remembering all of her shinobi training from the past few years. Hiding was better than charging in sometimes, so she cloaked herself with a high-level genjutsu and waited. Her waiting wasn't in vain. A few seconds later, Tobi came into the little hut, holding Shin out in front of him as far as his arms would reach.

"Stupid little brat. Just wait till your daddy gets here, the cowardly weasel," Tobi spoke in a deeper, more menacing voice than Sakura had ever heard him use. Tobi dropped Shin onto a chair softly then went to take off his mask. "Hello, Sakura. Good of you to join us. You've made my plan so much simpler. I assumed Itachi would leave you behind, but it seems you've switched the roles.” A chuckle sounded from behind the mask as Tobi reached up and unhooked the elastic holding the mask to his face, letting it fall into his hands as he turned to Sakura.

Sakura gasped. "Obito? But…how?" Obito Uchiha was glaring at her, one eye sealed shut and scarred, the other whirling with the Mangekyou Sharingan. Sakura felt Inner rush to help her hold off Obito, but it was useless. He was too powerful to even delay. Sakura was thrown into the world of the Mangekyou once again.

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Sakura was strapped to a pole with her arms above her head. The Uchiha walked around Sakura, simply studying her. "Why, Obito? Why are you doing this?" Sakura asked.

He laughed. "You really think I'm Obito? My word, you are a naïve little chit." At Sakura's confused look, the man sighed. "Yes, this is Obito's body, but I am Madara. Finally she gets it!" he exclaimed after Sakura's confusion turned to realization.

"But...why did you want my baby? What does he possibly have that can benefit you?" Sakura asked as Madara came to stand in front of her.

"My dear child, the little brat isn't what I wanted. I wanted YOU. You are a powerful kunoichi, even more so than even Tsunade. If you were to bear my children, they would be infinitely powerful. Even with just Itachi as the father, those children of yours are very powerful as infants. They already have chakra networks, which most shinobi don't fully develop until they begin the academy. But, Itachi isn't powerful enough. He didn't want to obey me all those years ago. I had to force his compliance by threatening all that he held dear. I told him I would kill you and his pathetic little brother if he didn't cleanse the Uchiha line of the weak idiots who had taken it over and were driving the once-honorable clan into the ground. Even that didn't work. I finally had to take over his mind to get it done."

Sakura looked dumbfounded. "You...made him kill his family? You're the one who made him leave?" As Sakura's mind flitted through this new information, she got angrier and angrier. “You're why Itachi kept pushing Sasuke so hard? He wanted Sasuke to be able to beat you, not him." Sakura shook her head. "I'm so going to kill you for all that you've done to him, to them. Not to mention kidnapping my son and even thinking about me having your children. You sick bastard, you're old enough to be my grandfather. No thanks, cradle-robber." Sakura grinned at Madara, who was turning purple with his rage.

"You little bitch. You will suffer for that. Or perhaps I should punish the little whelp." Madara waved a hand and a cradle holding Shin appeared. The Uchiha grinned maniacally when Sakura growled. "I love a girl with spirit. That's another reason I chose you. If you had been like that annoying little Hyuuga girl, too timid to even speak, I never would've even looked twice at you. You have more spirit than that Yamanaka girl, though she would deny it to the end."

Sakura growled again. "Don't talk about them! You don't deserve to even think about anyone from that village. You helped create the village! You were the First Hokage's friend! How could you betray that?"

Madara cackled. "You silly little bitch. You think I ever cared about that village? I only wanted power. My brother and I founded the Uchiha clan because we knew it would become the most powerful clan in all of Konoha. But as time passed, we saw that the leaders we had appointed were growing complacent and greedy. The once-great clan was falling into ruins. I had to stop them, so I took my brother's eyes and gained the heightened form of the Mangekyou. With it, I coerced the Kyuubi to attack Konoha so the Uchiha clan could regain its lost glory. But the idiots had lost their skill. Most of their best fighters died that night. Have you ever wondered why Itachi's father was so hard on him? I paid him a visit after Itachi was born. I convinced daddy-dearest that Itachi needed more discipline than he himself had had as a child. Itachi was always meant to be the leader of the clan. He alone had the power to bring back my clan's honor and glory. But he was weak. I made him strong. Just look at him now. Emotionless...no pesky feelings to get in the way of his rise to power. Until you came along. Little bitch."

Sakura's eyes widened as Madara charged her with a sword. However, before the cold metal touched her skin, a barrier had formed around her. Madara and Sakura both stared at the barrier of chakra, tinged black with streaks of pink and blue, in shock. Madara glared at Sakura. "I didn't do this. My chakra is pink. And the only other person here is...oh, my god," she trailed off with wide eyes. They both turned to look at Shin, who was still laying in the crib that Madara had conjured inside the Mangekyou. Shin's body was surrounded by a blaze of chakra, simultaneously pitch black, bubblegum pink, and electric blue. However, the barrier around himself and Sakura didn't last long. In fact, Shin disappeared altogether. Sakura cried out and then gasped, first for her son, then because Madara's blade had slid into her belly with no resistance. In the next instance, Sakura felt herself pulled from the Mangekyou.

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Sakura gasped as she came back herself. She looked up to see a man's back, holding Shin and blocking her sight of Madara. Itachi. Sakura sighed in relief. She knew she'd be in for a major dressing-down later, but she was glad he was there all the same. She touched her hand to his back, then laid her cheek against his shoulder. Without taking his eyes from Madara's still form, he handed Shin to Sakura. "Take him home. I'll be there shortly. Now, Sakura," he demanded when she made a sound of protest. Sakura slowly nodded then, after kissing his cheek, turned and ran from the little hut.

Madara grinned bloodily from where he lay across the room, where Itachi had thrown him. "Oh, Itachi. I can't believe you never knew. I was right there in front of you and you never even guessed."

Itachi grunted and took a defensive stance as the older man stood up. "I thought you said words were unimportant, Madara-sama," Itachi said, turning the honorific into an insult. Madara snarled and jumped at Itachi, who quickly dodged the other man's attempt.

"I am not a thirteen year old child anymore. You will find fighting me to be quite different from all those years ago," Itachi said tonelessly.

Madara threw back his head and positively cackled at Itachi's words. "You fool boy! No matter how old you are, you can never beat me! I taught you, Itachi. I know your every mo-" Madara's gloating words were cut off by Itachi dropping to his knee and slamming a chakra-filled fist to the floor of the cabin. Madara's eyes widened as he recognized the signature move of the Slug Sannin's apprentice. "So she's been teaching you, hmm? This is turning out to be interesting."

Itachi winced a bit as he felt splinters enter his skin. "No wonder Sakura wears those gloves," he thought as he pulled a large splinter from between his bloody knuckles. Madara blinked. When his eyes opened, Itachi was gone. "Parlor tricks, Itachi? I thought you were here for a real fight."

Itachi stood behind Madara and a bit to the left, in his blind spot. Much like the Hyuuga's Byakugan, Madara's heightened Sharingan had an almost 360 degree sight range. When Madara growled and pulled a kunai, Itachi burst into action. He leapt forward and shoved a kunai at Madara's heart, only to fly through the air as Madara disappeared. Itachi braced himself for the blow that Madara would surely retaliate with, but was disappointed when none came. He looked up to see Madara holding his bloody left arm.

"Getting a bit slow in your dotage, Uncle*?" Itachi smirked as Madara's good eye seemed to glow a brighter red in his anger. Itachi, who had been fighting so far without the use of his Sharingan, slowly called on that power now. "It seems you were wrong about a few things. One: emotions do not make you weaker; they make you stronger. Having something to fight for gives a person more strength than discipline and training. Two: There is another level to the Mangekyou, one that cannot be reached by bloodshed and betrayal. I discovered it a few weeks ago, and have now mastered it."

Madara help back a gasp as Itachi's Mangekyou swirled and transformed. Instead of a triangular shape with little circles, it was now completely covering his iris. In the very center of his blackened iris was a small red dot, which Itachi could make bigger or smaller. This was basically the focus for his new eyes. The new form of Sharingan took less than half the strain of the other forms, even the weakest one. It was ironically the most powerful form.

Itachi's body seemed to blur and then was gone. Madara's head whipped around from side to side. "Come now, Itachi. Back to this?" he asked in false bravado, trying to cover the fact that he was now slightly scared of his former pupil-turned-slave. Itachi's foot appeared out of nowhere, slamming into Madara's stomach, doubling him over. Itachi flashed to stand behind Madara, kicking him in the ass and sending him into an impromptu somersault. The stoic younger Uchiha was practically grinning at making his former tormentor look like an idiot. Well, grinning as well as Itachi Uchiha was able.

Madara howled in anger. Itachi's grin widened. Walking over to stand above Madara, he looked down at the man coldly. "As head of the Uchiha clan, I hereby rescind your authority over the Uchiha household. I also rescind your ability to use the Uchiha name. You are no longer a part of this clan." Madara glared up at Itachi, unable to move because of the blow to his solar plexus.

Itachi, with a look of slight regret on his face, slowly formed a set of handseals for a forbidden and little-known jutsu, used to strip a ninja of all his chakra pathways and leave him as a regular citizen, unable to use jutsu ever again. "Forbidden jutsu: Chakra Release." Madara screamed as his chakra pathways were slowly drawn back into the center of his body. A few seconds later, every bit of Madara's chakra was expelled from his body. He lay there, panting and gasping for air as the pain slowly subsided. Itachi turned to walk away, but stopped at the door. "You wonder why I didn't just kill you. To kill you would be merciful; to leave you in a weakened state, and without any use of chakra or jutsu, is more punishment to you. If you come near my family ever again, I will not hesitate to kill you."

Madara watched as Itachi disappeared in a swirl of black flames. He howled as he tried, without success, to build any chakra. The Uchiha elder refused to let the little brat win, though. Pulling himself up to his feet, the man stumbled out the door and into the woods.

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Itachi returned to the base within minutes of leaving Madara. Taking away his jutsu had really been a cruel punishment, but one Itachi felt the older man deserved. Whether the mad Uchiha survived was up to the kami now.

Walking into the living room was like walking into a war zone. Diapers were everywhere, as were bottles and various toys. Kisame, Sasori, and Deidara were all in the middle of the floor, sound asleep. Mai was in her crib, gurgling happy to her returned brother. It sounded like they were having a conversation in baby-speak. Itachi shook his head and looked around. Sakura walked in and smiled a bit. Then she got serious. "Itachi, I'm sorry I ran off. I had to save Shin, though! I couldn't leave my son to that...that thing."

Itachi looked at her and nearly smiled at the way she held herself. He body language was defensive, even a bit aggressive, and her face was a mixture of hope and pleading. He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. "I know, Sakura. I'm not angry. I was...worried. I don't usually feel that emotion for people. You and Sasuke have been the only ones I have worried over. I don't like it."

Sakura giggled. "Oh, I know. You like being in control. I understand that. I am sorry, though. I would say I won't do anything like it again...but that would be a lie. If either of our children are ever in danger, nothing will stop me from protecting them."

The proud parents each picked up a baby and moved to their bedroom. The rest of the day was spent focusing on being a family. Eventually, they moved back into the living room, where Kisame and Deidara promptly swiped the twins from their parents and proceeded to play uncle. Sasori glanced at Itachi and Sakura then back to the men making fools of themselves with baby talk. Sighing regretfully, he stood and joined in the foolishness, smirking the whole time.

* I likened Itachi calling Madara Uncle to Hinata calling Neji brother in the Chuunin exams.

I changed a good bit in this one, in my eyes. I also expounded on my own theory that Itachi wasn't under his own power during the massacre. Anyone notice how “glassy” his eyes looked when he confronted Sasuke that night? Like he was possessed. Anyways, on to the next chapter.
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