Here is another wonderful story by my daughter Maddie aka RubiCeleste. She is just amazing is she not!?!?!?!?
Don’t, For the Love of Her
The Akatsuki had no more to offer him. Besides, they were losing members one by one. He might as well be next. Itachi had shed his cloak in the middle of the forest he was making his way out of, leaving the cold October wind to bite his bare arms, neck and face. Itachi was shivering violently, wrapping his arms around himself. The sightless man was trying to make his way to the gates of Konoha.
As blind as he was, he could still make out the dark shadows of trees and rocks on the ground. Finally the shadowy gates to the forsaken city were in his not so line of vision. “Hey, you, what are you here for?” a guard asked Itachi, unfortunately not noticing it was him. “Y-you’re –aaaaagggh!” The guard now lay lifeless on the ground. “That was the last life I’d be taking ever again.” Itachi was thinking. He was walking himself over to the Hokage’s office when somebody called out his name.
“What are you doing here, brother?” asked a boy named Sasuke. Sasuke had a look of such hate all over his face, so much that his pale face seemed to glow with the light of dawn to help. Itachi didn’t even have to turn to his direction. “I’ve come here to end my life.” “So you are just going to go without a fight?” asked Sasuke in an angry tone. “You’ve read my mind, little brother.” “Then can it be me who kills you?!” Sasuke asked in a violent rage. “As long as it happens in public; I want everyone to see that I’m going away.”
So that morning the two brothers went to the Hokage. Itachi was behind bars for the time being. Sasuke decided that he wanted to burn him alive and the Hokage approved it. After all, what other punishment would suit a murderer? They set up the stake they were going to burn him on. It was on a platform where everyone who was going to be there can see. The stake was actually a metal pole sticking out from the cement floor of the platform. Tsunade had set up some dry grass and hay around the stake. By the way everything was set up; you could tell that they wanted him dead.
Back in his temporary cell, Itachi was thinking of everything that happened in his twenty-one years. He was thinking of every person he’s killed: the fear in there eyes, their faces twisted and their bodies writhing in pain. It never made him happy to kill people, just extremely angry. They were all so weak and never entertained him. Sure he always came up with a different way to kill them all, but he was hoping that someone besides Naruto would be a good challenge. Oh well, it too late now. “It’s time, Itachi san.” “Yes, it is.”
The random shinobi led Itachi out into the bright daylight. He had to close his eyes from the light because he didn’t have his sunglasses on. The young man could hear the cries of the invisible crowd. Itachi didn’t care, not at all. In fact, his face still held impassive features. He could now smell the burning of a torch.
Itachi was leaned up against a freezing metal pole. He could feel a cold chill race up and down his spine through his black shirt from it. “It won’t be cold for long.” He thought without failing to know that the fire on the torch was meant for his skin. They were tying him up now.