The Destiny of a Stolen Heart

Little bird on my windowsill sing me a song filled with joy
Make the ladies giggle with mirth, make the children all rejoice
The cat is creeping below, we are lost in nature’s musical rapture.
The tail quietly keeps the beat as the jaws await your capture.


Kurama has been verbally pink-slipped for about two and a half weeks. The first couple of days he waited by the phone so when Sasuke did call to beg for his prompt return, he would be ready with a heart felt “hell no”. Unfortunately, the cocky bastard has yet to call so currently he is still on the couch biting his nail mumble random curses at the yet to ring phone. Somewhat disgruntled he resigns from his daily routine of phone staring and opts for his other time passing task, research.

Kurama clicks his laptop out of sleep mode and types in “Akatsuki”.

No results.

Kurama stares at the screen, after a few clicks and finger strokes within minutes he logs onto the Konoha archive files.

The cursor blinks waiting for him. With uncompreheded apprehension, he enters the letters UCHIHA. An almost forgotten smirk appears on the fox’s face when the phrase password protected has the audacity to glow across his screen.


Free time and a curios mind can be dangerous combination.


“Madara, the littlest Uchiha is cause problems again.” The figure says silhouetted in the dark as his silver bar piercing catch the sunlight strong enough to penetrate the darkness

“Yes even when everything is handed to him he still, manages to fuck things up.” the blue haired fem fatale adds softly.

“Right now he is of little concern to me. He is nothing more than a mere pawn. His single mined revenge ploy against his brother keeps him occupied enough. Our problem now lies with Kurama.” Madara says leaning forward. “He is starting to dig a bit too deep.”

“Itachi will kill him if he learns too much.” Pein states matter of fact. “Or he can kill him now, although it would really be a shame he is such an asset.”

“I do wonder.” Madera replies with crooked smile.

“Akatsuki members are faithfully to the family, and all troublesome souls will be sent to their maker.” A seemingly disinterested red head say.

“With a bang.” a blue-eyed blonde boasts gleefully

Madera stand and politely bows, “True, true. However we all know Itachi is very unpredictable and Kisame will always follow his black angel’s whim.”


“Are you implying he would not follow a direct order?”

Madera simply smiles and excuses himself from the meeting. ‘I do wonder how you will handle this dear nephew.’ Madara muses as he walks down the red walled corridor.


The sweat rolls down Itachi’s back as his muscles flex and relax after every pull of the cable. Forty-five minutes have already past, but he could not care less. His lunch break is an hour and he is the president so he can stay in gym for however long he damn well pleases. His cell phone buzzes, bringing him out of his mental rant and back into the adult world of work and prescheduled meetings. He stands up, still holding the cable, and defiantly lets it go; the cord retracts on itself and the rubber wrapped metal handle crashes into the metal machine.

“Yes.” Itachi says irritably

“Ah, Itachi still in a lovely mood, I see”

“Ah, Kakashi are you still pushing for your death.”

“Ma, ma. I just called to let you know the contractor needs your special signature for the work to be done in your brother’s office; you know the one you gutted with a sword.”

“Get Sasuke to do it, it is his office.”

“Something this costly needs the president’s touch and I do believe your younger brother is bit umm occupied,” Kakashi says then adds, “Plus, you are the one with the final say on all aspects of the company.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “Including its employees.”

Itachi grunts and closes his phone. He already knows he could have rehired Kurama back at anytime, the problem is what pliable excuse he would use, all the ones gyrating in his mind pretty much sound like, “I want pretty red-head boy back to fuck, Ugh.”

He throws the white towel over his shoulder and heads up stairs to take a shower in his office, hurray for VIP perks. He stops by Sasuke’s office, signs the previously mentioned forms, and secretly admires his handwork.

“Naruto”

“Itachi”

“Are you coming by the hospital to see your brother?”

“No but tell him his big brother still loves him.”

“Yea” Naruto says as Itachi walks on. “Nothing says I love you like a broken arm, and two fractured ribs.” Naruto mumbles under his breath rolling his eyes.

Itachi overhears Naruto last remark and can only smile.

Itachi’s cell phone rings. He flips it open and annoying places it his ear thinking it is Kakashi calling again.

“What Kakashi?”

Itachi face pales as he listens to the monotone voice on the phone.

“The Minamino file is to be permanently closed. The Minamino file is to be permanently closed. The Min….” the recording repeats

Itachi closes his phone. The bile turns in his stomach and seeps up his esophagus as burns the back of tongue. For the first time in many years he was about to be sick.


Itachi rushes back to his office and shuts the door. He has only a few moments to save a life his heart and mind race as he dials.

“Hello?”

“Get out. The angel will guide you.”

Click.

“Itachi? Wait!” Kurama shouts but to no avail, the line is silent. Kurama pushes the off button on the phone, yet his thumb lingers as the hairs on his neck stand on end as a cool breeze blows across his skin. This would have been a welcoming sensation if the window in the room had been open but he knew, for a fact, it had been shut.

A hand clamps over his mouth just as he is about to turn around. His immediate reaction is to trust his elbow back then up catching his assailant off guard. Pity his attacker was two steps ahead of him and Kurama’s striking arm is already pinned flush behind his back.

“Clam down sexy. You have two uninvited guest downstairs,” the soft, non-threatening and vaguely familiar voice whispers into his ear. Kurama stops struggling and as a reward he is released. Kurama quickly spins around into to a fighting stance. The young man continues unfazed, “A blonde with the penchant to make things go boom, a red head who would love to make you into a life size doll.”

“Deidara, and Sasori” Kurama says in a breath of disbelief. Haku stares back quite impressed but not surprised. Kurama quietly walks to the open window peering out onto the empty streets. “I know the two gentlemen down stairs would you kindly give me your name before I so graciously put my own life into your hands.”

“I am your angel. We shall be formally introduced at a later time right now I need you to trust me.”

“I can not.” Kurama say turning to face the young man but before he can make a step, everything turns black as he falls to the floor.

“A bit over done, demon.”

The taller man grunts as throws Kurama over his shoulder.

“This way is faster. Let’s go I smell Deidara handy work.”

Both men jump out the window with an unconscious Kurama in tow.