Our War | Itachi X Reader

"Somebody had to do it."

I want to give a big big apology for not updating, school and my mental health has been extremely overwhelming lately, but I should be updating regularly now! Also I love reading your guys' comments. Sorry for this chapter being short, enjoy!

"H-how did you do that?" Matt asks me. We're now standing face to face, and I try not to wince from the pain in my neck, though my labored breathing gives me away.

I'm grateful beyond belief that Kamui worked. It's the first time I've used it in the midst of battle, and to be honest - it was exhilarating.

"God, who knew pathetic y/n would turn out to be able to actually avoid an attack? I certainly didn't, nor did your dad," Matts voice turns from shocked to malicious within seconds, and his face comes into a rather funny looking smile.

Though I don't have the capacity to laugh at him right now, because he's got me wound up, and I'm sure as hell not letting him leave here alive. "Save your words Matt, you don't have many left," A smile makes its way across my features, and I can't help but to think of how crazy I must look right now. The fear that flashes within Matts eyes is assurance of that.

Taking small steps towards him, I continue to speak. "Matt, Matt, Matt, you should know me better than that by now. I was never pathetic, but my small dick boyfriend at the time was." I finally reached him, and pointed my own kunai against his neck, "In turn, I appeared weak as well, considering I was a Jonin dating a Chunin. Embarrassing right?" Putting slightly more pressure against his neck.

"Go to hell," He spits, some saliva landing on my cheek, considering our proximity.

With that final comment, I put all my anger into my kunai, and slash his neck. Blood satisfyingly squirts out, and effectively stains my skin and clothes. Though I can't say I hate it, red is a beautiful color on everyone, especially if you're wearing someone else's blood.

Turning around, I see Itachi finishing the other Hyuuga, though not killing him. This notion was amusing to me, and I ended up having to fight the smile twitching on my face.

Eventually letting a chuckle slip, I look to the ground letting out a few more. "Go on Itachi, kill him. It's only what he deserves, right?" Laughter seeps into my statement. When Itachi says nothing, and simply stares at me, grabbing the now unconscious Hyuuga by the back of his collar, I continue, "KILL HIM! DO IT ITACHI. SLIT HIS THROAT, MAKE HIM BLEED, GIVE HIM WHAT HE DESERVES. SHOW HIM WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GO AGAINST THE UCHIHA." I scream, something overtaking my brain, something I've only felt a few times. Insanity.

Seeing Itachi and Fugaku stare at me in disbelief, only fueled what I was feeling. I suppose I do tend to keep it together most of the time. Grabbing my already bloodied kunai, I threw it directly into the unknown Hyuugas heart.

"Somebody had to do it."