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Seaswept
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Sasuke tied off a line and stepped back to relish in the warm breeze sifting through his hair. The summer months closer towards the Continent were pleasant, not as much so as in the Caribbean, but enough to make them enjoyable. It would not be long until they reached port in London and received instructions in where best to search for the pirates plaguing the European coast. While most seemed to have gravitated towards the riches found in cargo ships sailing the Caribbean islands, a few continued to sail the waters near England, France, and Spain.

"It has been a while since we came this far east."

Dark eyes shifted towards Juugo. With his white shirt tied loosely around his hips, every scar across his body stood out in stark relief against his suntanned skin. They created a sickening motif along his flesh, showcasing his abysmal treatment and frightening many who saw them. His back was so badly scarred, it lacked sensation--possessing only the ability to feel the pressure if enough force was exerted. Only Sasuke knew that little fact when Juugo once confessed it to him when asked if his scars hurt him still.

It was disgusting to him, knowing that Juugo's body was so maimed--knowing the horror he went through for years. The rape. The torture. The humiliation. Juugo rarely spoke about his time beneath the yoke of Orochimaru. Sasuke was thankful his time in that man's clutches was short, and that Juugo helped protect him from sharing his fate.

A shiver ran down the length of his spine. He had come close to being Orochimaru's next pet. If events were different, Sasuke would likely be sporting a body nearly like that of Juugo. For that he had both Juugo and Kakashi to thank, though there were times he wondered if it was wise to allow himself to be employed with the British Navy. At the time, he had no where else to go and after a while, he was comfortable enough to keep his true agenda hidden from his superiors. Only Juugo knew the truth, that their presence in the Royal navy was simply a means to an end.

The wind shifted slightly, filling the flagging sails and bringing a hint of something on the breeze. He could not place his finger on the sensation, but something was coming fast. It pulled at his stomach, an egging whisper in the back of his mind.

His fingers tightened on the line grasped in his hand. "Something is coming, Juugo."

"Are you a psychic now, Sasuke?"

"It's just a hunch, like something swirling in the pit of my gullet," whispered Sasuke. "It's probably nothing."

Juugo's eyes crinkled faintly around the edges. "Maybe it's just the urge to take a shit?"

Sasuke sent a glare directed at Juugo. "Maybe I should kick your arse?"

"You could try."

Sasuke opened his mouth in retort when the shout descended from the crow's nest. "Ship ahoy!"

Kakashi stepped from his cabin and immediately moved to the deck. "Friend or foe, Mr. Collins?"

All eyes lifted towards where the spotter sat atop the mast. Kakashi tugged a spyglass from his pocket and lifted it to his uncovered eye in the direction of the lookout's pointing finger. Long, bated breaths were held in anticipation.

"It has a row of cannons along the side," muttered Kakashi.

Sasuke bolted to Kakashi's side. "Merchant ships have begun carrying heavy artillery with so many pirates sailing the waters of the Atlantic. It could still be a merchant heading out from port."

"It's not flying a flag."

Juugo stiffened beside Sasuke. "That can't be good. There is no reason to take down a flag."

"Unless you're a pirate hiding your colors." Sasuke's eyes grew intense as the small speck of a ship grew closer on the horizon.

"Man your stations," shouted Kakashi before turning to Sasuke. "My gut tells me it's pirates."

Sasuke tamped down the urge to grin. Each pirate vessel they encountered only brought him one step closer to Itachi. He was certain beyond any doubt that if Itachi was alive, he would be aboard a pirate vessel. He'd seen in his memories how easily Itachi took to the life.

"Sasuke?"

Sasuke's eyes darted to Juugo. "You heard the captain, to your station."

Sasuke moved from Kakashi's side and immediately rushed below to fetch his cutlass and pistol from his hammock. Men darted back and forth, preparing the cannons for fire and opening kegs of gunpowder.

It was just as dangerous working below deck as it was above. Cannons were generally directed at the starboard or larboard sides of the lower decks unless firing to take out a mast. Once the main mast was taken out, a ship was essentially dead in the water. There was also the danger of the powder catching fire. Even a small spark landing in the gunpowder could cause an explosion and destroy the ship from the inside.

"Sasuke, run below to the forward powder magazine and fetch another keg. We're one short," shouted one of the sailors pushing forward a cannon towards the small opening in the starboard side of the ship.

"I'm not a powder monkey, anymore, Tenzou," retorted Sasuke, though he moved toward the nearby ladder and began climbing below.

"You're worth more than ten of what we have now, lad."

Sasuke chuckled and descended below. The dark recesses of the lower decks of the ship required him to take the time to light a lantern and feel his way across the slimy parts of the ship. Even after years as a powder monkey, living on board a ship for ten months out of the year, the lower decks of the ship always caused his stomach to clench.

His memories of the time spent with Itachi huddled in the storeroom below deck haunted him. All along his legs were the scars--reminders of infected rat bites that had nearly claimed his life. There were rare occasions when he would awaken in his hammock and nearly fall to the floor in a panic. When such nights occurred he would move above deck and take a position in the fresh air, usually joined by Juugo shortly thereafter.

Juugo was much like Sasuke when dealing with confined spaces and always slept on the top deck. His time spent in the crowded lower decks of Orochimaru's hollowed out slave ship continued to haunt him. There was little doubt he would continue to be affected by his many years as a slave for the remainder of his life.

Opening the satchel at his waist as he entered the shot locker, Sasuke began to load several extra shots into the bag before moving onto the powder magazine to grasp two of the smaller kegs beneath both his arms. The sooner he reached the waiting cannons, the sooner he could take his place above deck and scan the pirates for Itachi's face.

There was little doubt he would recognize his brother. Ten years might have passed, but he was certain Itachi's features were burned into his memory. He was more worried about his brother not recognizing him than the other way around.

Panting lightly under the exertion brought on by carrying the two kegs of powder along with some extra shot, he made it to the steps leading above to the level housing the cannons when the ship was rocked hard by the unmistakable sound of cannons firing.

The ship tilted precariously under the attack, and Sasuke was sent crashing into the hull, his head slamming hard against one of the bracing beams. Pain ricocheted across his skull and down the side of his face. Stars danced behind his closed eyes and he blacked out for a moment under the sensory assault. A slight trickle of blood working down the side of his face and he fought to right himself despite the throbbing in his head.

He wasn't expecting the battle to start so quickly. Naval vessels were under a harsh disadvantage when it came to unidentified ships. Firing on a merchant vessel could bring severe consequences and by the time they reach a position for the captains to communicate, the enemy ship was firing, earning the chance at first strike.

Pirates were a devious lot, and were well aware of the rules and regulations concerning naval vessels as many members of pirate crews were former naval sailors, likely discharged for various indiscretions or possibly deserters seeking the riches offered by pirate captains over the honor of serving in the navy. Understanding them was difficult, and many of the naval commanders refused to deviate from the set guidelines. Firing unprovoked on an approaching vessel was one such guideline even Kakashi would not break.

"Shit," groaned Sasuke clutching his throbbing head. He could already feel the growing lump on his brow.

He stumbled to his feet and moved to climb the nearby steps while still clutching the powder kegs. Just as he reached the top of the above deck, the ship's hull was sent crashing in as another round of cannons were let loose. Several screams erupted from the crew and shouts began to erupt from above.

"Their boarding us," shouted one of the sailors as he pushed aside his dead shipmate. "Get above deck, Sasuke. You're one hell of a swordsman and of more use there."

Sasuke pressed a hand to his brow and moved towards the halfway broken stairs leading above deck. With his head throbbing as it was and blood half blinding him from the slice across his brow, he doubted he would have the coordination to put up much of a fight against an uninjured sailor of any skill.

He drew his cutlass from his belt and took the final step into the sunlight. His eyes took several moments to adjust before he was forced to become defensive as a pirate sailor pressed his advantage and began to swing hard and fast in Sasuke's direction.

With a groaning stumble, Sasuke attempted to gain footing on the wet upper deck while quickly parrying the swinging attacks. The attacking sailor wasn't particularly skilled. His tactic seemed to be swinging his sword as hard and fast as he could with no particular direction other than slicing at Sasuke. It made him an easy target for Sasuke to deal with once his bearings were gathered.

Sasuke parried a final attack, twisting and swinging his cutlass around to plow forward past his opponent's guard and into his throat. It wasn't a hard enough blow to take his head clean off, but enough to slice open his windpipe and carotid arteries. Blood spurted outward and across Sasuke's face as he stepped away to allow the man to fall to the deck, painting it red with his blood.

A sneer curled his lips before his gaze darted through the attacking pirates. They had disabled the ship, but not taken out the mast. It was Sasuke's duty to drive out the pirates or take as many as he could with them before dying.

Sasuke's eyes darted about the ship in search of Kakashi or Juugo. Juugo's large frame was not hard to spot as he sent another attacker crashing backward with a hard swing of his arm. Even without a weapon, Juugo was dangerous. His entire body could be used as a weapon, nearly capable to render any attacker senseless. It would take more than one on one attacks to disable Juugo.

Sasuke pulled his flintlock pistol from his belt as another pirate attacked. He made a quick perusal of his face before firing the weapon and sending him to the ground. As long as none of his attackers were Itachi, he would take them down one at a time. They only slowed his progress in finding his brother.

"Sasuke."

Sasuke turned to see an grim Kakashi approach. "Kakashi? What the hell happened?"

"They have cannons in the bow of their ship. They didn't even wait to come along side before they were firing and boarded quickly. It doesn't look good."

Bringing a hand to his hair, Sasuke fought the urge to pull out the strands. He had already determined Itachi was not a member of this crew. They were too coarse and gruff to be someone Itachi would associate with. None of them even remotely resembled those few he possessed memories of.

"What should we do?"

Kakashi shook his head. "Take as many of them with us before we meet our end. The ship is done for. I've always considered you to be like a son to me, though I know you don't feel the same."

With those words, Kakashi clanged his rapier to Sasuke's in a farewell and darted across the deck, slicing through as many of the invading crew as he could. It angered and frustrated Sasuke to be left alone with the knowledge that his search for Itachi was all but at an end. His eyes scanned the deck in one final and futile sweep for his brother's familiar face.

"Well wut 'ave we 'ere?"

Sasuke swiveled on his heels, turning to face a heavily tattooed man. His pale blond hair struck a familiar cord in Sasuke, one he could not quite place. His heavily guttural speech and sneer brought the hint of familiarity in Sasuke.

"I see I've found me another slant-eyed bastard to play wiv." Lips parted in an arrogant smirk.

Without freezing, Sasuke moved into an attacking position. "Who are you?"

"Name's Hidan."

Without warning, Hidan attacked. His weapon swung quick and efficiently. Unlike Sasuke's previous attackers, this man was experienced and deadly. It sent Sasuke into an immediate defensive state until he could effectively read his opponent's movements.

As their steel clashed, Sasuke grated his teeth against the reverberating pain shooting up his arm. The man attacked like an elephant with hard, determined strokes. It was all Sasuke could do to defend against the attacks, not being allowed even a moment to retaliate.

"Damn it," hissed Sasuke as he barely dodged an attack that grazed deep into the flesh of his upper arm. Blood stained his loose white shirt and forced him to shift his weapon to the opposite arm. He wasn't as strong of a fighter with his right hand, making his chances of bringing this man down decreasing exponentially.

"Don't worry, pretty. I ain't gonna kill you yet." Hidan's grin widened with knowledge of his having the upper hand.

A growl erupted from Sasuke's throat. His cutlass glinted in the light. He could hear the screams of the dying echoing in the background. This ship was done for. They were losing too many. He'd lost sight of Juugo and Kakashi in the mayhem erupting on deck. If there was nothing else he could do, he would take this arse with him to hell. Itachi would have to forgive him for failing to find him.

Sasuke moved to attack, willing to die to bring this bastard down when something hard slammed over his head and sent him crashing to the ground in pain. He rolled over to see a sailor standing over Sasuke with a scowl.

"Stop playing. We've almost got this ship cowed. Finish rounding up the remaining men and put them together."

Sasuke groaned in pain as his injured arm was grabbed and he was tugged across the deck. The haze around his eyes lifted enough for him to see Juugo severely restrained in a mixture of rope and manacles while bleeding heavily from what looked to be a gunshot graze to his shoulder. Knowing what his friend had gone through during his life, the sight angered him to the point of struggling to his feet, only to be shoved backwards into the small gathering of surviving crew.

"Well, it appears we have some survivors." A large smirking man clomped across the blood stained deck. "It's always nice to have a little chat before we get down to the business of sending all of you to meet your makers."

"Captain Zabuza, they have a fair amount of shot and powder below deck." A young man approached, his face delicate nearly to the point of being feminine.

"Clear out the hold, Haku. Take anything of use, but leave a few kegs of powder for the finale," ordered Zabuza to the small man standing beside him.

"Aye, Captain."

Sasuke watched the boy, no older than himself, trot away through the gore spilling across the length of the deck as if nothing was there. It was a testament to his exposure to violence. Even Sasuke was a bit sickened by the sight of his fellow shipmates fileted about the ship, some still alive and left to suffer from their mortal wounds before dying.

"So, I see you've put up a bit of a fight and taken some of my crew from my service. That means I need to replace them. I could go to a port and recruit there, but I always like to offer up positions to those who show promise." Zabuza's gaze shifted to Juugo, who still struggled against his bonds. "You, big man, just say the word and you're welcome aboard the ship."

"Captain?"

Zabuza's eyes shifted to Hidan. "What is it?"

"I want the slant-eyed one there."

Zabuza shifted his gaze to where Sasuke sat, glare firmly in place. "He's attractive, but I don't have room on board my ship for a crewman's whore."

Hidan growled under his breath and stepped back. His eyes flashed dangerously as he took his place amongst his crewmates.

Zabuza glanced at Sasuke, kneeling before him. "Hidan wants you, but I'm the captain and what I say goes. Join my crew and the only cock you'll have to suck is mine."

It was a tempting offer, not so much the sucking of cock, but the knowledge of being aboard another ship instead of being doomed to be sent to the depths. If it brought him closer to Itachi, he would suck any cock stuck in his face. Still, though he was desperate to be with Itachi again, his stomach roiled at the thought of being involved with that crew. They were the worst sort of pirates. They were the type that raped women and children before killing them. Joining them would be selling his soul to a devil. There were lines Sasuke refused to cross, even for Itachi. He would kill, but he would not find enjoyment in the deed.

And so, Sasuke made his choice. Gathering as much spittle in his mouth as he could, he spat the fluid onto Zabuza's face. The act earned him the slamming of a cutlass's hilt into the side of his head. The look of anger on Zabuza's visage was worth every moment of the pain.

Zabuza snorted and wiped the saliva from his face. "Kill them all. It's not worth it."

Hidan scowled and drew his pistol, aiming it directly at Sasuke's head. "'Ave a nice trip to 'ell."

"Fuck you," spat Sasuke.

The pistol was pressed to Sasuke's brow. "I usually like runnin' swag through the gullet. But, fer you, I'll use a shot."

Sasuke stared directly into Hidan's face. He was determined to not look away as his life was ended. If there was a God, he would ensure Sasuke was allowed to haunt this man to the grave for denying him a chance to reconnect with his brother.

oOo

Itachi smirked at Kisame laying across his bunk, his body completely devoid of clothing. This short interlude involved sneaking away for a quick fuck, though few fucks between them could be called quick. Their exchange several weeks prior had opened up the flood gates in both of their bodies. Rules were shoved aside in favor of the carnal pleasures to be found with each other's bodies.

Itachi's arm was healed and now he had Kisame right where he wanted him--naked and ready to be taken. His body burned with lust to finally feel Kisame surrounding him. That Kisame trusted him enough to take him only served to further endear him to Itachi.

Long slender fingers tugged at hard, pebbled nipples before working their way down to wrap around the thick girth of Kisame's erection bobbing insistently against his abdomen. He loved the thickness Kisame possessed. When inside him, it seemed to stretch him beyond what he would normally think was comfortable. The slight pain that came from Kisame's cock was always a welcome one.

Itachi moved his hand from the thick girth and then trailed below to begin stroking the tender flesh of Kisame's perineum. He loved the gasping grunts passing Kisame's lips. The sound sent additional strands of lust rippling through him, making his cock all the harder.

"Why don't you suck my cock while you are down there," growled Kisame through terse lips.

Itachi lowered his head and swiped his tongue across the large bulbous head of Kisame's erection. "How was that?"

"If you don't hurry and get on with it, Pein is going to come down here and beat the shit out of us for fucking when we should be working," threatened Kisame.

A low rumbling chuckle erupted from Itachi. "Wasn't it you who said work could wait? That others could handle it for a short while."

Kisame hissed through his teeth as two fingers pressed inside, aided by a bit of oil pillaged from below deck. His hips arched from the bed as Itachi swallowed the tip of his erection. "Oh, fuck me."

Itachi pulled back, giving the head a slow swipe. "That's the plan."

Pulling back, Itachi liberally coated his erection with oil and moved into position between Kisame's thighs. The strong muscles flexed outward at his touch and his hips arched in silent demand. He was lining up his shaft when loud banging sounded on their door.

"Kisame! Itachi! Get out here. Pein needs you on deck."

The two might have ignored the order if not for the strained and desperate sound in Kiba's voice. It was one thing to ignore Kiba in favor of pleasure, it was another to ignore the insistent strain on his voice that had nothing to do with Pein's ire.

Itachi rolled from Kisame and immediately snatched his pants from the floor and pulled his loose white shirt over his head, finishing off with a wide belt and black boots. His face pulled down into slight regret as he turned to face Kisame, seeing him pulling on his shirt and boots before standing.

"Let's go."

They grabbed their weapons from the table near the door and moved out of the cabin and up the stairs onto the deck. Kiba looked relieved to see them and whispered their arrival to their waiting captain.

"What is it?" groused Kisame as he took up position at Pein's right, Itachi beside him.

"Shikamaru spotted smoke on the water."

Itachi glanced towards the nearing smoke. His head cocked and his nose sniffed the air. "Cannon fire."

"It's Zabuza's ship." Pein handed his spyglass to Kisame. "Should we bother approaching?"

"They're nothing but barbarians. They give even pirate a bad name, and that's saying something." Kisame brought it to his eye before passing the device to Itachi. "Last I heard, Hidan sails with him."

Neji, standing on the lower part of the top deck stiffened visibly. His hands clenched at his side and his pale eyes flared dangerously. Those around him took steps away so to not be near him when Pein decided to go around the two ships.

Pein folded his arms across his chest and stared outward. "It's just a naval ship. I don't want to have the British Navy following on my arse because of Zabuza."

Shikamaru shimmed down the main mast and to the rope ladder. He immediately took his place at Neji's side and settled a hand on his quaking shoulder. His face pressed close to his ear and unheard words were whispered, calming some, if not all, of his flaring anger.

Kisame tapped his fingers on the railing. "We owe it to the Hyuugas. They trusted us."

"Never trust a pirate," snapped Pein.

Itachi blocked out the growing argument and focused the spyglass on the ship. He couldn't see faces clearly, but the small group of survivors were being herded towards the central part of the ship. They were all dressed in various states of naval uniforms. He opened his mouth to advise going around and leaving the naval seamen to their fate when a particularly familiar frame halted him.

He could not see his face and his hair was in all sorts of disrepair; still, something was familiar about him. Perhaps it was the way he held himself or the aura he exuded despite facing his death. There was something vaguely familiar about him. Whatever the case, Itachi suddenly felt an instant need to not see him laid dead upon the deck.

"Let's attack."

Kisame arched a brow towards Itachi. "That's an unusual suggestion from you."

Pein looked interested as well. "Indeed. It is unusual for you to advise attacking."

"Perhaps I'm changing my ways," offered Itachi. "I think we should attack. There are some crew still alive, including the captain. It might be wise to have a naval captain's favor in our pocket. Taking down Hidan would only be icing on the cake."

Pein narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the railing. All eyes were trained on him. In the end, it was his decision as to whether they left the ship to its fate at the hands of Zabuza's crew or attacked and wrought vengeance on Zabuza.

"Mr. Asuma."

Asuma flicked his eyes towards Pein. "Captain?"

"Move in for the kill." His gaze shifted to the crew. "Hoist the colors."

The crew cheered. Neji exhaled the breath he held. Kisame grinned broadly, obviously excited about the chance to bloody his blade. Itachi, however, brought the spyglass to his eye once more and watched as the dark haired man attempted to stand and attack the invading crew, only to be shoved to the deck once more.

"See something interesting?" asked Pein as he check his pistol to insure it was ready to fire.

"There is someone on the deck. He looks familiar."

"We'll see when we arrive."

Itachi nodded and moved into position, ready to attack.

oOo

Hidan grinned widely, his finger moving to pull the trigger when shouts rang out only moments before cannon fire erupted in the distance. "Bloody 'ell."

"It's the fucking Crimson Cloud!" shouted one of the crew.

Zabuza whipped out his spyglass and focused it on the ship. "Damn it, Pein."

"Get back on the damn ship and prepare for battle," shouted Zabuza.

"What about them?" asked Haku calmly. "Should we kill them?"

"Leave 'em." Zabuza gave a small grunt. "We can worry about them later once we take out the Cloud."

The remainder of Kakashi's crew were left tied up and injured on the deck of his ship. There was little point in attempting to escape. The ship was too damaged to make it far. Their best hope would be to pray the attacking crew would be willing to attempt and negotiate for their ransom.

On board Zabuza's ship, Ice Mirror, he was shouting orders as they attempted to rearrange their ship into prime attacking position. "Load the bar and chain. Let's take out her mast and make her dead in the water."

Several of the crew jumped to his command, moving below deck to load the bar and chain, a weapon specifically designed to damage rigging and the mast, essentially crippling a ship. The weapon was loaded into the bow cannon and awaiting order from the captain to fire.

"Fire!"

The cannon exploded loudly and spinning balls connected by a chain were ejected from the ship. They spun on a coarse towards the Crimson Cloud, but failed to connect correctly, only mildly damaging some of the minor rigging.

"Fuck," snarled Zabuza. "Get to the fucking guns, you scalawags."

The Crimson Cloud showed its starboard side, lining up perfectly just in time to begin firing with its might towards the Ice Mirror. The first series of shots took out several of their guns along with the crew manning them. The wooden hull splintered partly under the attack.

Zabuza's ship and crew were not prepared for an attack from another ship and it showed. Their arrogance was quickly leading to their demise, the closer the approaching ship came.

Surf became choppy between the two ships as the Crimson Cloud released another volley of shot from their cannons. The few Zabuza's ship were able to get off only dealt minor damage to the Cloud in comparison to the damage inflicted to the Ice Mirror.

"Board them!"

Hooks were thrown across the length of ocean between ships. Sailors pulled hard so that the ships were forced together. When the crew of the other ship sought to cut the line, another was ready and thrown to replace it.

Soon the clanging of weapons filled the air. Smoke from the cannons drifted on the breeze. It created an almost surreal atmosphere.

Neji Hyuuga, last of his clan, boarded immediate after Kisame. His weapon of choice was his fists. It was disconcerting to see the agile man disarm and incapacitate sailors armed to the teeth with pistols, muskets, axes, and cutlasses.

Kisame relished in the battle. His sword swung hard and fast, occasionally his hand reached for one of the many daggers lining the knife holster hanging across his chest. His deadly aim had many giving him a wide berth while deciding which was worse, dying in close combat with the large man, or dying from a razor sharp dagger to the back.

"Where is Hidan?" snarled Neji to a half dead pirate limp in his hands.

Over the few years, Neji had proved himself quite able and was one of the more trusted members of the crew. His animosity towards Pein gradually dimmed though never truly abated. He still blamed Pein partially for the death of his family, if only abstractly. His odd relationship with Shikamaru helped him become more at ease with the Cloud's crew.

Rumors abounded concerning the two, though no proof of their relationship could be found and neither were talking it. They were never far from each other's company, but whether they were friends or more was not fully known. All that was known was that when Jiraiya urged Pein to bring Neji onto his crew, Shikamaru was the first to agree to it.

"Over there," whispered the sailor, his head jerking shakily towards where Hidan's tattooed body was dodging a well aimed attack.

Neji removed a small knife from his belt and shoved it into his fallen adversary's chest. His eyes were now focused on Hidan.

"Take care, Neji," shouted Shikamaru while still dealing with his own attacker.

Neji nodded before refocusing his gaze. He lunged across the length of the damaged ship, his eyes only focused on Hidan. It was obvious from his stance that this fight would be with his hands alone.

Itachi took up place at Kisame's back. His skill with daggers had improved, but was nowhere near that of Kisame. His weapon of choice was a cutlass or pistol. It was easier to control the tide of battle for him with weapons better suited to him. Kisame had not lied when he told Itachi all those years ago that Pein was the better teacher for him. He had been a harsh taskmaster but the results were undeniable. Itachi rivaled if not surpassed Pein's skill with the blade.

"I'll take care of Zabuza," panted Kisame. "You'll need to handle his pet."

Itachi's eyes shifted towards the young man standing not far from Zabuza. He was attractive and delicate, but appearances could be deceiving. The boy, Haku, was nearly as deadly as Zabuza. His innocence was a façade, hiding the soul of a killer.

Their moment of rest was finished as Itachi moved in quickly to face off against the young man waiting almost patiently. His hand gripped a long slender rapier and his face shown only calm as he lifted it to face Itachi.

"Why did you attack us?"

Itachi narrowed his gaze and lifted his cutlass. "Does it matter?"

Haku smiled faintly and swung his weapon quickly, only to have it parried nimbly by Itachi's blade. "I don't suppose it does."

Between two masters of swordplay, a battle is more of a dance. The back and forth between them created a beautiful samba, accented by the sound of metal clashing against metal. Neither gave the slightest ounce. It was almost a perfectly matched battle.

Almost.

The difference between the two was simple. Experience. Though Haku was a gifted swordsman and extremely nimble on his feet, Itachi possessed the greater experience. Even when on the island, he was constantly forced to spar with Pein to hone his skills. On the open sea, the Crimson Cloud did not spend its time idle on the waves. Those forced battles only served to make Itachi the better swordsman.

Haku froze as his stance opened slightly and gave Itachi the necessary opening for his weapon. Blood dribbled from pale lips as he stared down at the weapon piercing his chest. His slender rapier dropped from lifeless hands and he fell to the ground.

Wide dark eyes stared at Itachi and a moment of regret spilled forth into him. He watched the eyes grow empty, staring towards where Zabuza still battled Kisame. Zabuza's name was the last word spilling from his lips.

Zabuza, locked in a battle with Kisame, faltered upon seeing Haku fall. His shock left him open and he was easily struck down. Perhaps it was an unfair ending for a pirate lord, but not all endings could be said to be dramatic or fair. As the light left his eyes, he gazed intently at his fallen comrade.

With Zabuza's death, the remainder of his crew easily fell or surrendered. Only Hidan remained unwilling to fall. All eyes turned to where Neji prowled around his prey much like a wild jungle cat.

"He's toying with him," commented Itachi.

Kisame folded his arms across his chest. "Let him."

Pein stepped across the bodies and moved to watch. "This has been a long time in coming."

"From many angles," said Kisame, his eyes shifting to gaze upon Itachi. "You alright with him getting the glory? You've a beef with him as well."

Itachi shrugged, his gaze hard. "The means does not matter, only the end. My issue with Hidan is minor compared to Neji."

He watched as Neji moved quickly, easily breaking Hidan's arm and forcing him to take a quick defensive. He was not a slouch when it came to sword skills, but against a martial arts expert, his weapons were all but useless if they could not land upon their target.

"Kill him," snapped Pein, tired of the torturously slow battle. "We've got to deal with that other ship."

Neji's lips lifted in a sneer. He moved quickly in an almost unseen movement and slammed the flat of his hand into Hidan's chest. "For the honor of my family."

Hidan flew back, landing firmly on his back. His hands gripped at his chest and strange gurgling sounds erupted from his throat before his body went still except for the occasional spasming of his dying muscles.

"Loot the ship for anything important, then get back to the Cloud. I have some bargaining to do." Pein smirked at the watching crew.

Neji continued to stare at Hidan's gradually cooling body. He did not move until Shikamaru placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

Closing his eyes and exhaling slowly, Neji nodded. "My ancestors are content for now."

"Don't even think about going for Pein again," said Shikamaru. "He trusts you, but only so far. If you mutiny against him, he won't leave you marooned with a single shot, he'll leave you marooned with no shot."

Itachi glanced at Shikamaru and Neji before returning to the Cloud. "I want to see those naval sailors."

Pein eyed Itachi cautiously. "What is so interesting about them?"

"I don't know."

Kisame grinned and sheathed his weapon. "Well then, why don't we go find out."

Itachi nodded. "Yes."

The crew trickled back to the ship. The few members of Zabuza's crew who were spared, were left with their ravaged ship. There was little in terms of food or goods remaining. If they wanted to survive, they would need to head towards shore as soon as possible.

As the Cloud pulled up beside the crippled naval vessel, Pein walked across the temporary plank connecting them, followed by Kisame, and then Itachi. His gaze shifted amongst them.

"I wonder if we can get any sort of ransom for them. The British government is quite stingy with ransoms. That captain doesn't look to be of noble birth."

Itachi ignored Pein's musings, his eyes shifting from one to the other until his gaze landed on a dark haired man. He frowned at the turned down face. It allowed only a slight portion of his features to be seen. Something vaguely familiar tore at his subconscious and he found himself drawing his sword and placing it beneath the lowered chin.

"Who are you?" he whispered.

Dark eyes lifted, their almond shaped curves widening instantly upon seeing Itachi's face. The man's throat bobbed as if searching for the words to say. Only a small garbled sound escaped.

Itachi frowned, his eyes narrowing. "Who are you?"

"Itachi," whispered the man, his eyes growing hooded. "Have you forgotten me?"

To be continued.

AN: I always forget to update here. Well, here you go, another chapter to enjoy. Have at it. :D
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