An Itachi Fanfiction [EDITING]

The Rescue/Recovery

I wasn't sure how long I had been imprisoned.

Days.

Maybe weeks.

Time had become meaningless inside that cell.

The only thing I knew for certain was that something had changed.

I sensed it before the cell door even opened.

More chakra signatures than usual.

Movement throughout the tower.

People preparing for something.

The lock clicked.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Konan stood in the doorway.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then her papers flowed forward and wrapped around my wrists.

I didn't resist.

There was no point.

As she led me through the corridors of the tower, I focused on my sensory abilities.

Counting.

Tracking.

Listening.

There were shinobi everywhere.

Far more than normal.

My stomach sank.

'He's here.'

Uncle Jiraiya.

He had come.

Just like Pain wanted.

Eventually we reached the top of the tower.

Rain battered the windows.

Thunder rolled across the sky.

Konan stopped.

Without warning, the wall beside us unfolded into thousands of sheets of paper, revealing an open balcony overlooking the Hidden Rain.

And standing across the canal was a familiar figure.

White hair.

Red vest.

Toad summoner.

My godfather.

His eyes widened the second he saw me.

"(Y/N)."

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Relief.

Shock.

Fear.

All of it flashed across his face.

Then he saw the chains.

The bruises.

The cuts.

The exhaustion.

And his expression darkened.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

I nodded once.

A lie.

But he understood what I meant.

Alive.

I was alive.

That was enough.

Konan stepped forward.

"Jiraiya."

The air immediately became heavier.

Dangerous.