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Left Behind	By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Left Behind
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Left Behind

Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Naruto.

Rating: R for violence.

Pairings: Ita/Sasu. others much later.

Warnings: violence, death, incest, many many OC's.
Summary: Detective Uchiha Sasuke is after the man who killed his family: his brother, Uchiha Itachi.

A/N: My attempt at a story with plot. I hope it's interesting, though I have a feeling that some of you might go ADD on me.

Pulling his red sports car behind several police vehicles, Uchiha Sasuke got out and closed the door with a slam. His dark eyes narrowed as the red and blue lights flashed in his face and through the darkness. He distantly heard another car door close as he studied the recent crime scene. He and his partner had been called to the Yugito mansion all the way out in the Iwa county to participate in the investigation of Yugito Mata�s murder.
More specifically, it was Uchiha that the Iwa Police Department had requested.
Sasuke looked up at the beige mansion of immaculate marble. Before him were open double doors from which bright light shone through. There were shadows as the police and crime scene investigators moved about. The rest of the mansion cast in the darkness of the night, occasionally illuminated by the silent lights of cop sirens.
He felt his partner step beside him.
�Not even your second day and you get a homicide,� the older man said sarcastically.
Sasuke didn�t look at his partner. He was caught in a sudden feeling of nostalgia, except this wasn�t the Uchiha mansion, and it weren�t his parents that lay slaughtered, and his brother wouldn�t be standing over them, bloodied katana in hand.
�Uchiha Sasuke?�
He blinked, startled to find a woman standing not two feet away. She had black hair in a tight bun and eerie pale blue eyes. She wore black slacks, a white blouse and a dark brown coat. Sasuke guessed her to be at least in her mid-thrities.
�Yes,� he replied curtly, hoping she had not noticed his inattentiveness earlier.
�I�m Detective Tachibana. I had your Police Commissioner call you here.� She tilted her head slightly, as if to study him. �You�re younger than I thought.�
�I�m 23,� Sasuke replied with a glare. He would be turning 24 next month. �But that�s irrelevant.�
She gave him a small smile before turning to his partner. �Nice seeing you again, Yamato-san.�
�You�re doing well, Yumi-san,� the older Konoha detective answered politely. He was Yamato Tenzo, a lieutenant forced on Sasuke in his investigation. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes that were deceptively innocent; for they could easily pierce through any emotional barriers. Sasuke rolled his eyes, signaling his impatience.
�Right. This way, then.� Tachibana turned and led them into the house. They stepped through the doorway and entered the enormous foyer. Between two golden staircases was a handful of forensics taking pictures and studying a ten foot radius. A crystal chandelier dangled from the high ceiling, providing the light under which the dead woman lay. There were other policemen searching the next rooms. On the right staircase was a tall man talking to a sobbing brunet sitting on the steps.
�Yugito Mata was found dead at nine fifteen pm by her lover, Yoshino,� Tachibana explained as they approached the two men by the stairs. �Forensics took her body temperature and confirmed that she had been dead for two hours. Hey, Hutari!� she called out.
The man standing excused himself and walked to his partner. He had blonde hair in a ponytail over one shoulder and square spectacles in front of light brown eyes. He also sported a five o�clock shadow on his angular jaw. There was a slender journal in one hand, probably where he wrote down all his notes.
�This is Uchiha Sasuke,� she continued once he stopped beside her.
Hutari smiled and held out a hand. �Nice to meet you, kid.� When he only received a glare in reply, he retracted his hand and turned to Yamato. �It�s been a while,� he said more casually.
Yamato nodded. �So what�s all this about?�
�Yugito is a land owner here in Iwa,� Tachibana was explaining. �Her family owns most these parts, including some red light districts.�
�Any reason why she�d be dead?� Yamato asked, glancing at the prone figure surrounded by blood.
�We�ve heard of similar cases in Konoha,� Hutari said, opening his leather bound journal. He flipped through several pages. �Two affluent men have been killed in the same way as Yugito over the past two years, yes?�
�Those are still under investigation, to be honest,� Yamato added calmly. �But we know who did it.�
Sasuke turned away from the three and went closer to the body. The woman laid face up, her arms bent by her head and her legs folded together on her right. Her purple silk robe was slashed diagonally from her left shoulder down to her right hip and was stained with dark blood, which was already beginning to dry. Her eyes were closed, and her long blonde hair fanned out beneath her. The splotches of blood from the splatter made Sasuke�s stomach churn.
He looked across her body and saw a message written in crimson alongside a small, black tape used in voice recorders.
�FIND ME, SASUKE�
Yamato came around Yugito�s body and stood above the words of blood on the floor. �Just like all the others,� he murmured, eyes moving over every detail as if to memorize them.
�We were waiting for you before we touched the tape,� Tachibana said, signaling for one of her forensics to take it.
A short man came up and carefully placed it into a tape recorder. He handed it to Sasuke, who took it slowly. The Uchiha gently pressed the �Play� button.
�Congratulations on your promotion, Detective Uchiha.� The foyer echoed with a low, silky voice unhindered by the muffle of the recording device. If anything, it enhanced the sound. Everyone paused to listen. Sasuke stared at the tape within as it continued to roll. His hands grew cold and goose bumps broke out over his flesh. His leather three-quarter coat couldn�t protect him from the effect Itachi�s recorded voice created. �Father and mother would have been proud, I�m sure. I know I am. Maybe you can actually do something about this.� Sasuke could practically hear the condescending smirk. Just as his body had been cold, it suddenly became hot with anger. �Don�t you remember Yugito, little brother? She came to your seventh birthday party. Our parents knew her, but I won�t tell you how. Truth is, she was part of the human trafficking in Iwa and used her position to destroy growing businesses or old friends who had lost her favor. She wasn�t very nice, now was she? Of course, there is more to the story, but I trust you will discover that yourself.
�Hurry up, Sasuke. I�m tired of waiting for you.�
Static followed, and then the tape stopped itself. All stares fell on Sasuke, who had his empty fist clenched tightly at his side as he glared at the recorder, wanting no more than to melt it by sheer will.
�Does he always do that?� Tachibana asked in awe after a while. �He�s your brother?�
Sasuke hung his head, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping his long bangs could cover his tormented expression. �No. That�s not him,� he replied, voice thick with pain and rage. After the fourth time, one would think he would get over himself, but Itachi�s voice always made him hurt every time, especially when he mentioned the past. Coincidentally or not, all of Itachi�s recent murders had been affiliated with the Uchiha at one point in time. Itachi remembered them all. They were blurs in Sasuke�s Itachi-absorbed youth.
�It�s his style,� Yamato said, looking at the body. �So far, Yugito is the only one with a different body position. Since the last three were men, and positioned face down. The body would be vertical to the main entrance. His first woman is the exact opposite: face up and horizontal to the point of entry. Itachi also makes a note to close their eyes.�
�Do you know where he is now?� Hutari asked, jotting notes in his portfolio. Though his question had no particular addressee, he glanced up at Sasuke expectantly.
Sasuke shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, he felt very tired as the rest of the day caught up with him. He had been up at six a.m. the day before. It was currently two in the morning.
Tachibana sympathized and commanded that the body be taken. They had been at the mansion since the call, but only waited for Sasuke to examine the evidence. She didn�t know what experience Sasuke had had with homicides if his silent reactions were anything to go by. He was young. 23 meant fresh from training and onto the streets. Now he was a detective? The only thing she knew of Uchiha was the massacre fourteen years ago and the murderer Itachi prowling the streets. Sasuke was the only survivor at 9; his face had been all over the news as the heir to Uchiha Law.
The awaiting medics gently put Yugito in the body bag and moved it to the stretcher. Sasuke watched with unseeing eyes. He was back at his home. The zipper was closing on his mother�s cold, serene face. His father was already in the ambulance.
�Let�s get some rest,� someone was saying. Sasuke blinked after a while, looking up to see Yamato�s calm expression. �We�ll deal with the case tomorrow, all right?�
Sasuke nodded absently, glancing back at the dried message on the floor before turning away. Yamato caught the look of hatred and pain in those dark depths before it was hidden away just as quickly. He saw Sasuke as someone younger just then, like the little boy who had seen his parents humiliated just before death. Yamato didn�t know the exact details of Sasuke�s past, but he had been doing some digging since the Itachi killings made themselves known. Apparently, Itachi had started a pattern since Sasuke became a policeman two years ago. There were words in blood and little tapes with baiting messages and some background on the victim. It was then widely known that Itachi was some sort of mercenary, or perhaps a member of a similar organization. The Konoha Police had been studying every murder for the past five years closely and had found that all the people were related in some way. Itachi�s messages were like the missing pieces of a puzzle. No one knew why Itachi did that. A criminal psychologist said that maybe he was bragging about the power of his abilities and knowledge, but he was definitely goading his little brother. Maybe even helping Sasuke find him?
Tachibana and Hutari met them at the door way. Sasuke reliquished the tape recorder to the woman. His hand felt slick with blood, but there was nothing there.
�We�ll see you at the department first thing in the morning,� Tachibana said. �We got you two rooms at the Rocky Inn for the night. The tape will be taken to forensics for further study.�
�He wouldn�t still be around here, would he?� the blonde Iwa detective asked.
�Maybe,� Yamato replied, watching as the police bordered the murder spot with yellow tape. �Have your men dig up the cold cases from the past five years.�

000 000

Sasuke opened the door to room 82 with a weary sigh. In his other hand was his laptop carrier which was bulging with files from the murder two months ago at Konoha. He still needed to review every detail for the hundredth time to make sure that he hadn�t missed any details that would hint at Itachi�s location. Since he had become a homicide detective the day before, the Police Commissioner handed him all the files of the latest case. The other two had been exhausted with Sasuke working on the sidelines as a regular officer, but had found nothing. Every detail of them had been put in his laptop for future reference.
He locked the door behind him and put his luggage on the loveseat to his right. He and Yamato had been working on Itachi�s recorded leads when they were told by Tsunade to drive to Iwa. They hadn�t expected to stay overnight, but that was inevitable and they hadn�t had time to gather their supplies. It took them three hours to drive out to the Yugito mansion in Iwa�s suburbs. Sasuke had been surprised by the amount of mountains and rocks on the outskirts. It was nothing like the trees and greenery of Konoha.
He took off his coat and threw it over his bag. The room was smaller than the bedroom at his apartment. There was a TV set at the left corner, a window with scanty curtains, a twin sized bed with pink sheets, a tall lamp on top of a nightstand, and a bathroom on the right. Sasuke didn�t really care. He toed off his black loafers and made his way into the bathroom for a quick and much needed shower.
Since he was 10, Sasuke had decided to become a detective in order to catch his brother. He wasn�t sure what he�d do once he caught Itachi. In his eyes, the man didn�t deserve to live, but the little boy in him wanted to save his brother. How could he save a man so far from salvation? Itachi had been lost since the day he turned 11 and started acting strangely. Sasuke had noticed the subtle differences in Itachi�s demeanor. He became quieter, more withdrawn, and reluctant, as if he hated the life he lived. Itachi had been doing better at school in the mean time. He had always been a genius five years above his peers, and was already attending high school for a year. Sasuke had idolized him, wanted to do everything with him, but Itachi was always too busy.
Sasuke was a prodigy himself, but only by a couple of years. He was 9 and in the sixth grade when their parents were murdered. He had come home late from a group project when he found his family in the dark foyer. Itachi stood over the kneeling form of their parents before his sword fell in two precise strokes. Mikoto had fallen horizontally. Fugaku had fallen over her vertically. Itachi had become something else in Sasuke�s petrified eyes. His brother stood there, face emotionless, as they looked at each other. Sasuke had seen Hell. He felt like it wanted to suck him in and leave him to burn in their agonizing depths. There were no eyes darker than Itachi�s; his was the shade of death.
Sasuke presently shivered as he turned the dials closed, stopping the warm stream from hitting his pale skin. With every murder Itachi committed, the past would creep up on him and plague his thoughts and dreams. Since he had gotten his B.A. in criminal justice nearly four years ago, he had gotten police training and started off as a patrolman. It wasn�t unexciting. He made arrests, helped crack cases, and after a year, worked alongside detectives after Itachi�s new streak surfaced. Sasuke was sure there had been others murdered by Itachi before, and he took it upon himself to study those cases as well.
Konoha knew of the Uchiha massacre. After the death of their parents, Itachi had gone to kill the rest of their relatives. Sasuke figured it had something to do with Itachi �measuring his capabilities.� Dr. Hatake Kakashi had said Itachi grew tired of the family name; though the Uchiha were affluent and powerful, Itachi felt the members were weak. Sasuke admitted to feeling the same way. Itachi had said he killed them for Sasuke as well; he was disgusted by the Uchiha complacency. He resented the arrogant security the name provided. In a twisted sense, Itachi wanted to be strong, and he wanted Sasuke to become stronger.
It was unknown if anyone recognized Itachi. His face was practically everywhere, especially on the Most Wanted lists as number three (serial rapists and murderers, being one and two) since the massacre. The wealthier part of society were wary, especially the ones who knew those that died, but it was hard to make point out just who exactly. The Konoha Police knew if they could fill in the missing pieces, they could actually catch Itachi and get into the workings of the black market, organized crime, and yakuza. Itachi�s hints were a good start. Neither the public nor press knew of the tapes that he gave his younger brother.
Sasuke stepped out of the shower stall and dried off with a white towel from a rack above the toilet before wrapping it around his waist. The humid mist of the bathroom made him feel sleepier, and he couldn�t wait to fall into bed. Since he didn�t have extra clothes, he would have to wear his boxers again, but it was better than sleeping nude.
He turned to the mirror and wiped the fog off the glass as he used the oral hygiene kit of the inn. His holster and guns were right beside him on the counter. Experience and training told him to keep his weapons with him at all times, even while showering. Though the KPD administered weapons, Sasuke�s weren�t from there. His handguns were 9mm pistols that had been sent to him in a velvet black box on his 20th birthday. They were obviously custom made, with the engravings of Sasuke�s name on each gun. One was black, the other silver. He knew Itachi had sent these and didn�t know why he used them. Maybe it was because the way they fit so perfectly in each hand, as if crafted with his specific measurements. Sasuke knew the idea was absurd, but he didn�t doubt Itachi had gotten them somehow.
By the time he was slipping into bed, guns under his pillow, it was nearly four a.m. Sasuke fell asleep the moment his eyes closed, unaware of the shadow at the bottom crack of his door.

000 000

9 year-old Sasuke sprinted out of the mansion. His legs felt stiff with panic and his eyes blurred in fear. Sobs tore at his throat, unable to verbalize the mantra in his head, �Please don�t kill me � Please don�t kill me � �. It didn�t matter that he sounded so pathetic � so un-Uchiha-like � to be running and begging for his life, but seeing his brother over their dead parents had frightened him inexplicably. He made it to the driveway that circled the courtyard and fell to his knees on the mahogany flagstones.
Itachi walked around the prostrate figure of his brother, his katana gripped loosely in his right hand. It was devoid of blood, having been cleaned off on his father�s pant leg. Sasuke looked up at him, shivering as thick streams of tears fell down his cheeks.
�Why, oniisan?� he whimpered, big eyes searching the dead ones of his brother.
�I had to test my strength,� Itachi replied quietly.
Sasuke shifted in his sleep, brows furrowing in pain. A weight settled beside him on the bed, and a hand came out of brush Sasuke�s damp bangs from his forehead.
�Aniki,� whispered the slumbering Uchiha, unconsciously leaning into the touch.
�I�m here, otouto.�
Sasuke�s eyes widened with renewed horror. Suddenly, it didn�t matter that Itachi could kill him. �How can you say that?� he exclaimed, voice cracking. �You killed �tousan and �kaasan just to� test yourself?�
�It was important for me to do it.� Itachi studied Sasuke for a moment. �Our family was becoming pathetic.�
Rage flared within Sasuke and he was charging at his brother, forgetting that Itachi was the one with the weapon � the one who had killed their parents. Itachi watched him calmly and brought his left fist into Sasuke�s abdomen. Sasuke doubled over as the wind was knocked out of his lungs. Gasping and couching, he fell to Itachi�s feet.
�If you want to kill me, then detest me, Sasuke. It�s the only way you�ll become strong enough.�
�I� I can�t�� Sasuke muttered brokenly. His lips parted as he let out a low whimper. The slender hand on his forehead slipped down to his cheek. A thumb caressed the softness of his bottom lip.
�It�s for the best,� whispered Itachi, leaning down to kiss Sasuke�s pouty mouth softly. He moaned at the taste and feel of his younger brother.
Sasuke watched as Itachi walked out the gates of their home. He felt his vision blackening in the clutches of unconsciousness, the pain in his body unbearable. Itachi�s last words echoed in his mind.
�I�m doing this for you, otouto.�

000 000

The light streaming in from the cheap curtains and the rapping at his door woke Sasuke from his deep slumber. Yamato�s muffled voice was telling him to get up because they needed to be at the station a.s.a.p., and it was already eight in the morning. The Uchiha sat up quickly, and then groaned at the light headedness he felt afterward.
�I�m up!� he grumbled loudly enough for his partner to hear. The knocking instantly stopped.
�Be out in ten� and grab all your things,� Yamato said. His footsteps disappeared after a while.
Sasuke groaned and dragged himself into the shower. He was usually a morning person, but he was drained from last night. His dream had not made matters any better. The memory resurfaced itself after every Itachi-related event. Even when he was most exhausted he still dreamt about it.

000 000

He met Yamato down in the foyer of the inn before they drove to the Iwa Police Department. Yamato had noticed Sasuke�s disheveled appearance when he came downstairs and offered him the latte he had bought at a caf� across the street. He was the one in the driver�s seat of Sasuke�s car, seeing as how the Uchiha needed to fully wake up first.
�Tachibana called before you came down,� he said. �They�re going to start an investigation on who might have hired Itachi.�
Sasuke shook his head. �It�s useless. We�ve tried that at Konoha.� Questioning the business owners implied in Itachi�s messages had yielded little to no results. There simply wasn�t enough evidence to keep up the investigations, and most were uncooperative at best, if only to protect their businesses. Sasuke planned on trying again, since he was currently in charge of the Itachi cases. Other detectives had given up too easily.
Yamato shrugged as he pulled into the parking lot of the police station. �I�m sure we can find someone in this district. There aren�t as many businesses here than in Konoha.�
�True,� Sasuke agreed as they made their way up to the main entrance. �But who says someone in Konoha hadn�t hired Itachi in the first place?�
Yamato laughed and shook his head. �This would have been so much easier had Itachi just stuck to one place.�
The Iwa Police Department, a tan and white colored building, was only five stories high, two stories shorter than Konoha, and slightly narrower. The inside was a bit crowded with the officers restraining suspects and people waiting to be helped by the front desk. Sasuke and Yamato passed this group and entered the next room, which was where the civilian employees filed reports. They went to the elevators at the end of the building where they met Tachibana and Hutari.
�Have a good morning?� Tachibana asked, looking at Sasuke�s disgruntled expression and the tall cup in is hand. Yamata smiled.
�We have a feeling it�s going to get better.�
The four of them went up two floors to work in a debriefing room. On the white board were pictures, names, arrows and dates all relating to one another. There were question marks and newspaper articles. On the wall beside it was a detailed map of the Iwa District with different color thumbtacks in several places, some on the same color in a group.
�This, gentlemen, is our �Most Wanted� room,� explained Tachibana. �Please have a seat.�
Sasuke and Yamato sat at a table for eight that was already covered with thick manila folders stuffed with papers and pictures. Hutari remained by the whiteboard and Tachibana sat across from the two Konoha detectives.
�These are the files you requested,� the woman continued, �of the murders from the past five years. These aren�t of just ordinary people, but of affluent individuals with clean records.�
�There haven�t been enough evidence to convict anyone in our district,� added Hutari. �The murderers leave practically no evidence behind, but the patterns in which the victims are left imply that these murders are well thought out and with specific purposes.�
Sasuke took a folder that read �Igawa Iroshi� and opened it. There were pictures of the victim bloodied and sprawled out on a cult-like seal of his blood. He took another folder and briefly read its contents. The victim, a woman who Sasuke vaguely recognized, had a hole above her left breast, as if her heart had been cut out. Yamato went through other files though the deaths were less gruesome, extending from gunshot wounds to stabbing and to death by arson.
The two Konoha detectives collaborated with the two from Iwa to narrow down the victims that were connected in the web of white-collar crime.

000 000

Five hours later Yamato got a call from Chief Tsunade inquiring about his and Sasuke�s progress.
�It was another work of Itachi�s, all right,� Yamato explained, sifting through files. �He left another tape, too.�
// �I see. Put Uchiha on the line.�// Yamato gave his phone to Sasuke, who took it after closing a folder and putting it in the irrelevant pile.
�Uchiha,� he said, taking a thicker folder from the side. It read �Obayashi Toori.�
// �What did he say?�// Tsunade asked rather impatiently. The Konoha police chief had a reputation for being a bossy woman with a fierce attitude, especially when it came to important cases.
�The victim was female, a wealthy landowner with the name Yugito Mata. There are two other men as well, Hiroko Ken, an heir to Hiroko Company here in Iwa, and Toshi Aratta, a former district attorney. All of them had single katana wounds, but Mata was the only one left with a message. I don�t think Hiroko and Toshi were Itachi�s work.� Itachi was somewhat of a role model to some of the murderers in Konoha. Sasuke wasn�t sure if it was the same for those in Iwa. He had reviewed the two cases but didn�t find significant evidence to assume that Itachi had not done them. However, he pretty much knew his brother�s style by now.
�He said she was involved with human trafficking and buying out smaller businesses here in Iwa,� he continued.
// �What pisses me off is that he thinks he�s doing the community a favor,�// Tsunade said indignantly. // �It�s worse that he actually is.�//
�Itachi might think he�s doing justice but he�s nothing but a coward. He should just kill himself.�
// �Listen, I need you and Lieutenant Yamato to report back tonight. Get what you can and debrief our investigators here. I�ll talk to the Iwa chief myself.�//
Sasuke closed the useless file and pinched the bridge of his nose. �Anything else?�
// �Put Yamato back on the line.�//
Sasuke was glad to be rid of the cellular device as he opened a new folder. He wanted to be independent on his search for Itachi, but he knew that was practically impossible. Though Konoha had the best forensics and detectives Sasuke felt that the hunt for Itachi was his responsibility alone. They helped but not much, and he felt they were only getting in his way. Being in law enforcement just gave him legal access to files he would otherwise have not been able to use to track Itachi�s next moves, which were becoming increasingly difficult to predict. Itachi even bothered to lay out all the clues but Sasuke was still three steps behind, and no one seemed to be helping him. Though Sasuke focused on finding Itachi�s next victims he was also to find him. That, quite frankly, came before anything else.
�Got it.� Yamato snapped his phone shut and sighed. Tachibana and Hutari looked up at him from their note-taking on the victims relevant to the Konoha investigation. �We�re going to need your department to do a thorough investigation on Mata. But first, we need to explain more about Itachi. He�s been known as a fugitive from Konoha throughout Japan, but there is so much more to him than that. You see, we believe he is part of a small band of mercenaries that work as the� officers, if you will, of the black market. We�re not sure how many members there are, but by the specific patterns of several victims we can account for four. They are probably sent to assassinate those who violate the �rules� or whom they are hired to assassinate. We have made several significant arrests thanks to Itachi�s hints, but we�re no where close to figuring out where this web begins. We just hope we can find it before time runs out.�
�Does Itachi leave hints specifically for Sasuke?� asked Tachibana.
�Yes,� replied Yamato, glancing at Sasuke, who was staring blankly at an open file. �When Sasuke first became an officer Itachi started leaving hints, though he has been killing long before that.�
�Is the �organization� alright with Itachi helping you?� inquired Hutari, writing in his journal. �Wouldn�t this get him into trouble?�
�No one but our department knows, and it�s kept confidential. My chief will be talking to yours about that. We want to keep Itachi alive long enough until we can find him and interrogate him. Even Sasuke has to be more careful.�
The room suddenly fell silent. Three sets of eyes turned expectantly to Sasuke, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. As Tachibana and Hutari asked Yamato more questions Sasuke withdrew into himself as he thought about the attempts on his life made by drive-by shootings and assassins breaking into his apartment. Sasuke had either killed them or they had gotten away. The numbers of attempts have decreased lately, but he often felt eyes watching him whenever he was alone.
�But why is Itachi doing this?� asked Tachibana, puzzled over why any criminal would want to give themselves away.
�Your guess is as good as mine,� replied Yamato, looking at Sasuke.

Thanks for reading! Please point out any errors. I would really appreciate them!
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