Insanely in love

Chapter 9

"Fuck Shisui faster!" -it was heard trough the endless darkness. Panting and footsteps were heard in the cold winter night.

"I'm right behind you, stop cussing and move those feet faster!"

"FUck i lost my gun back there!"

"Yo now is not the time, here take mine and fucking run!"

"If they kill her, Shisui i fucking swear i will wipe out all the fucking Senju!" -Shisui was concered about the raven. I mean, they got his girlfriend of course he would be mad, but... If he messes things up he and her will be killed.

Cold winter night. Uchiha-Senju war in it's prime. Two of the strongest Uchiha runing trough the woods.

"Stop." -Itachi said.

"What? Why?" -Itachi pointed at the silvery string on the ground.

"We're here..." -Shisui carefuly picked up a blooded kunai blade. Corpses surrounding the area.

"Itachi..."

"Yes?"

"Let's split up it will be easier to find the entrance if we both look."

"Yeah i guess. If you get yourself im some shit you know what to do."

"Okay. Oh and Itachi?"

"Yeah?"

"I decided to turn Madara down." -Itachi was in shock but kept it together.

"We'll talk about it later. Now's not the tim-" -as he said that blade swung right beside his face. It didn't even scratch him butvit was still close. His dull looking eyes slowly moved to yhe direction of the throwing spot.

"Ehh?! To think you saw it! Absolutely amazing!" -Itachi was annoyed.

"Shisui go, i'll finish this first."

"Yeah do tha-GAH!"

"Shisui!" -He was in the ground clutching his stomach.

"Haa? Itachi, you forgeting who i am?" -Shisui chuckled as he stood up. After that many heavely armed men appeared. There was around 10 of them. But then tall figure stood out of the bush. Long white hair shining in the moonlight, a japanese styled outfit, man stood tall and proud. Itachi smirked knowing that this man will return his will for fighting.

"Shisui."

"Yo."

"Don't let anyone interfere." -Shisui smiled and proceded to take his gun and a sword out of the potch.

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Itachi is proud, solitary fighter, such the embodiment of martial prowess that many of the other Uchihas rever him as a manifestion of the war itself. He follows the way of the warrior, neather offering nor expecting mercy. In battle he never wastes a moment of hesitation. With his katana combined with his gun his attacks are a savage whirlwind, cuting down his helpless enemys like stalks of wheat. When a sword is in his hand and enemy before him, he never feels doubt. The path is clear and his purpose is known....

In the past, he would silently claim his triumph. Eventuly, however, this sense of triumph wanished... Without a challenge there is no triumph...

Now, in this war, in this fight he finaliy found what he sought. A worthy opponent. A fight worth fighting.

"I wish to know your name." -Raven spoke up. Shisui beating other guys in the back.