Wᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ Sɪɴ | Iᴛᴀᴄʜɪ Uᴄʜɪʜᴀ

Chapter Three

"Long time, no see Mei." His hoarse voice pierced through every inch of her skin, leaving the girl frozen in place. He stood in front of her, watching her intently with his piercing eyes. The wind played with the hem of his cloak. The straw hat and the collar of the cloak covered most of his face, but there was no mistake. Mei knew who it was. Slowly he removed the hat, granting her the full view of his face. She quiet gasp caressed his ears.

"Itachi..." she whispered clenching her hands into fists. The mixture of feelings was overwhelming, making her dizzy. The strength in her legs weakened, she felt shaky. Her heart was racing as she took a step away from Itachi; then another one and another one. Acting on her instinct, she turned around and started running. Almost instantly a strong arm wrapped around her waist. Her body was pulled backwards. Her back collided with his chest. Itachi leaned closer to her ear.

"Did you really think you can escape me?" he whispered. Hot breath tickled her ear and sent shivers down her spine.

She straggled to get away. Itachi chuckled darkly. "My little Mei, you are still as weak as a butterfly,"

"Get off me!" Mei hissed making a flip and kicking Itachi in the chest. She activated the jutsu Sasuke taught her and sent a wave of energy at Itachi. He ditched it with ease, yet a look of amusement crossed his face.

"Oh," his lips curled into a smile. "I see." Itachi expelled a volley of small fireballs at the girl. She dodged as she jumped further away from him. "Little Sasuke taught you a thing or two, but Mei," he sent her a heavy gaze. "It just isn't enough to get away from me."

Before she could react, Itachi appeared beside her and disabled her body. She remained conscious as she fell on the ground. Mei looked at Itachi's body hovering over her. He did not move. It was the shortest battle in his life; a battle with someone he thought he would never fight. Itachi looked at her placid body. The paralysis was temporary, they both knew it. Her eyes followed him furiously and yet avoided his gaze. Itachi kneeled beside her. His fingers grabbed her face forcing the girl to look at him. She closed her eyes earning a harder squeeze on her face. A couple of tears escaped her eyes and ran down her face. His chest tightened. Itachi did not understand what possessed him. Upon leaving their village, he swore that he would never interact with her again. Then what was he trying to achieve?

He trailed his fingers from her forehead to her neck, down to her chest and to her abdominal. Mei's eyes shot open. She glared at him furiously. She could see her face turn red; she was trying to move but to no avail. Itachi scowled. His fingertips circled her bare bellybutton. Itachi could almost sense her internal sensation of fear and it delighted him. He covered her belly with his hand, enjoying the thrills the simple act was giving him. His eyes travelled to her face. Mei's lips trembled.

"Look at me," he commanded. "Do it."

Itachi's hand moved lower from her belly. Mei squeezed her eyes shut allowing the waterfall of tears to escape her eyes. The entire time Itachi watched her inner battle. At last Mei turned her head and slowly opened her eyes. She looked up and for the first time in the past year, they eyes have finally met. Her emerald orbs glared at him furiously. If looks could kill, Itachi was certain that he would be dead in an instant.

Itachi's eyes narrowed and turned red as he activated the Mangekyō Sharingan. His eyes twitched and before Mei knew it, she was trapped by the tsukiyomi. A sigh escaped Itachi's lips. The girl in front of him was in a deep trance, trapped in an illusion completely governed by him. He gently pulled her body up in his arms. Her head rested against his chest as he held her closer. Itachi inhaled her scent, admitting how much he missed it. His lips found themselves on her forehead. Itachi held the girl closer and started running.