soulmates: Sun and Moon

authors note: *siggggh* i was able to get to a library today and send this out. unfortunatly i do not have wireless at home. anyways next time i believe i'll have a new desired title for this story. i might keep the summary -.o enjoy.

responses:
Rahvin68: yeah i'd have to post the new title in an authors note or send everyone that has reviewed thus far the new title via message. lol, naruto did get sick but from a different source XD you'll find out next chapter.
mykonosparadise: i had to remember that sasuke has an aloof personality and naruto is bouncy but put off from his break-up i also had to remember that they do have a natural rivalry so they need to fight a bit. -.o yes this chapter is for itachi enjoy the extra description parts lol.

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Akatsuki...

A thundering clock somewhere in the City called Ame rang out its bells before clamoring once to signify 1:00am. To Itachi the bells sounded hauntingly beautiful; singing in a sad tone as it echoed through the misty streets aligned with burning torches at every corner. Ame City is two cities away from Konoha. So it had taken them Saturday and the whole of Sunday to reach the once abandoned city over a set of mountain ridges where rain falls continually. Since the organization demands secrecy, every member must make the trek over the mountains without moving vehicles. It's no big deal for these band of criminals...

Itachi Uchiha glided gracefully through the rain with Kisame at his back. The flat straw hat on his head kept the droplets from slipping mischievously down his neck and shoulders. The two of them stopped in the center of the old industrial city overrun with the Akatsuki Orginization -a troop of trained and highly qualified assassins. Under an enormous shadow Itachi slowly glanced upwards to the tallest building that oversaw the whole of Ame City. This was Headquarters.

A few voices carried towards their ears and they took the leisure to look to their side.

At the other side of the muddy road was a large cart with a tarp covering the top. The clinking of chains and soft sobs let Itachi know that the cart held human slaves. It was an illegal trade in this day and age but none-of-the-less it was still happening.

Two men were arguing at each other near the back of this cart. Probably the local slave hoarder trying to haggle the merchant down a few coins. Itachi turned away deeply offended and disgusted at the bickering men whom tossed human life around as if it were nothing but mere trash. Anger twisted in his gut, but he refrained from walking across the square and letting the cart full of slaves loose just to watch the two try running after them. It was a thought...

Though that would make their Leader's eyebrow rise in surprise would it not? Compassion? And then of course there was that Man that hid somewhere here in Ame, pulling strings as if they all are his puppets.

Inside Headquarters Itachi's shoulders tensed for he knew that Man was here within these walls watching his every move. He himself had come to Ame after the murder of his Clan to hunt down the one responsible... the one who soiled his name in the newsletters. How dare that Man manipulate the press and blame Itachi! So here he was trying to find the bastard, waiting and listening as the building's old pipes clinked all around him. As the rain pattered at the open intervals in the many demolished halls or soft footsteps and whispers up the spiral stone steps into the main part of the building. Still he resided here searching and hoping that one day he could confront the Man and strip him of the truth right in front of reporters worldwide. He wanted so badly to purify his name and go home to sleep in his own bed right next to the young boy he cared so much for; his younger brother Sasuke.

At the top of the steps Itachi and Kisame entered a more reconstructed hall that had lanterns posted at each door and another staircase at the other end. These were assigned living quarters for the top-ranked Akatsuki.

He had remembered being young and brash at the age of fourteen coming here to track down that Man. Itachi could reminisce on how he followed the trail, slammed open every door and confronted the Leader here demanding to join. Of course rumor had already spread... Itachi the cold-hearted killer had arrived asking to be apart of a global organization of assassins. The Leader thought nothing more then this as well as the others. All they saw was a young ambitious boy with blood on his hands running from the Justice Department and asking for profitable work from them. They never cared to think that maybe that boy didn't kill anyone but had followed the murderer there to their city. How foolish of them...

Over the years Itachi had realized he made the wrong decision as a child. He should have remained hidden and searched quietly. At the time he had thought that Man would have joined the higher ranked killers here -the troop of Akatsuki's best assassins. Before he himself had joined he did not have the patience he had today. At a young age he came to understand that maybe the Man needed some coaxing to come out of hiding, maybe he needed to unveil himself and stand tall waiting for the bastard to come at him. Neither plan had worked. Now though he was much more patient and careful, now Itachi had wisdom in place for his mistakes.

And yet all he can do is wait out in the open feeling that Man's eyes on him... mocking him. He had unknowingly giving the Man exactly what he wanted. Always at alert here Itachi keeps both eyes open for anything that might happen. It was hard maintaining the aloof personality in check so as to not let down his facade. At times he would have to get out of the city just to catch fresh air. Damn that Man.

Itachi pulled out the key in his pocket and unlocked his room. The only place he really had to himself, though even in his room he kept on his calculated mask. How could he not when that Man could easily put camera surveillance in here? His facade was so deep like a choking mist around him that all he had were his own thoughts. Sometimes he found himself even thinking like a criminal and would shut down his thoughts and try to remember who he really was. He would have to find that Man more quickly if he wanted to survive any longer. Or maybe that's what that Man wants, for him to finally become the murderer and his real self to shrivel up and die from the coldness surrounding him?

With a slight frown Itachi pushed open his door. He will only stay here long enough for a short nap after he finished his report on business ties with Orochimaru on their slave trading and various experimental drugs that would enhance their troops. There was another man he detested. Orochimaru. The name made your tongue slither up and down in your mouth before causing your tongue to hang mid-air and lips pull forward as if to kiss. A nasty shiver ran down his back. In the day that same person used to work as a top killer here. Every time he had been advised to 'ask Orochimaru' or 'tell Orochimaru' he would go to the snake freak's room, and every time Orochimaru would ignore him until he had said his name aloud. Until he had performed the ugly deed of saying that damned name forcing his lips to pucker up at the end. And every single time that snake eyed bastard would be pleased, that hungry look in his eyes wanting to shove his own vile tongue down Itachi's throat.

Shaking the thought from his mind the Uchiha looked over his shoulder down the hall. Kisame had already gone into his own room to fill out a report form. Konan would no doubt be down soon to retrieve them for a brief meeting with the Leader. Sometimes Kisame asked her how she knew they were there before they had even gone upstairs to turn in their reports. She would say it was her woman's intuition. Though it seemed to Itachi that his 'surveillance theory' was right and it also confirmed that that Man was connected to the Leader in some way.

In his room Itachi closed the door and turned around. When both orbs adjusted to the darkness he let his eyes wander the stone built residence.

It must have been built a long time ago as it was constructed with stone and mortar while other construction projects these days were built with plaster and wood. There were some updates though, like the tiny bathroom at his side. An open shower with curved floor towards a drain, a simple porcelain stool stacked with fresh white towels and a cubby hole above that with extra blankets, a raised sink with a large broken mirror leaning back on the wall, and the light maroon curtain that draws the bathroom closed from his quarters.

Stepping past the bathroom on his right he glanced around his room. There was a chunk of wall missing opposite him from the War Years and had been chiseled into a large open window with no glass. It was circular and took up half the back wall on the left side. On the right side of it he had pushed his mattress against the wall for more heat. Dark fur blankets were topped with plush vibrant and pastel colors of blue and red cushions making up his assortment of pillows.

On the left wall was a large drawing of his Clan's fan symbol... painted in blood. He had done it in his own blood that first night he had spent here. Then he had been completely mad, almost insane with the lust to kill that Man. Now it was dried and only symbolizes why he was here. It was dark red now, the moisture from the stone would have made it melt off long ago but he had painted a colorless gloss over it to keep it intact. Underneath the bloody symbol was a handcrafted fireplace to keep his room warm during cold seasons; at those times he would pull out a thick canvas and wool hide to hang up over the vast opening in the wall and place another fur on his bed.

Against the right wall was a medium sized chest with some of his expensive equipment of knives and lock-picking inside, along with cleaning supplies and clothing as well as an extra trench-coat. On top of the chest sat a bonsai tree he had to occasionally trim since it flourished in the cool wet environment. On the floor an enormous rug matched his bedding with intricate designs, it was the only thing he had bought from the traders in Ame really. The moving patterns kept his mind blank when he stared at them during meditation. It was helpful to keep him in control of himself.

Last of all was the traditional Japanese desk sitting on the rug just in front of the stylish glassless window facing the door. You had to sit on the floor to write on it, but the nice wooden finish and metal clasps to the two drawers on the sides reminded him of home. He would at most times take out his beeswax and caress the wood to keep it from rotting. A lamp sat on the desk for the only light when he had to write or wanted to read at night and sometimes during the day when the sky's clouds refused sunlight all together.

All in all it was a good room. He hated to think it cozy, but over the years he had come to adore it as his own since it really was the only place he had to go and was filled with the only things he owned.

With the flick of his wrist Itachi undid the button which kept his trench-coat together and let it slide off his shoulders. He caught it before it had time to crumple to the floor and tossed the black material with red clouds onto his bedding. Next he stepped out of his boots placing them against the wall.

Gracefully he sat at his desk, legs intertwined as he pulled out the pencil drawer to swipe the box of matches and light the oil lamp. A warm glow cast its flickering shadows on the stone walls and ceiling, dancing across the rug. Itachi replaced the match box to grab his ink-quill set. Parchment was then taken out of the left drawer. Spreading the blank paper out before him Itachi dipped his quill and began to write in a scrawling cursive. Each stroke purposeful and perfect, the 't's slashed and 'i's dotted just right. There was little thought, even less emotion in the crisp way he wrote the straight sentences.

Not long there was a knock at his door and Konan entered shortly after without waiting for his response. Though he would never reprimand or challenge his privacy for she would either dismiss it without care or correct him that she was indeed a higher rank then he.

"Have you finished your report?"

Itachi quickly signed and dated the bottom of a second sheet of his report and slipped the pages into a vanilla folder. Handing it off to her, she gave him a scroll in return.

"This is your new mission."

Unraveling the scroll Itachi caught the photo which almost hit the floor. He eyed the mission first. "An observe and report mission?" Surely he did not have to do something so belittling? Why hadn't the rookies been handed this mission?

"There is more to it." Konan's voice left no room for argument as it turned steely. "Only reconnaissance is required at this time. You will be briefed of the second half to this mission after you return." She left.

Waiting for the door to close shut behind her Itachi brought the picture up to look at it. The blood in his face drained but he made no expression as his insides turned to jelly and mind exploded with several emotions. This photo was the same picture his Leader had posted in the main office on the back wall with a red circle surrounding it. Of course he had been given a copy, but Itachi silently realized that this was where he had seen the blond boy before. He checked the name on the scroll. "Naruto Uzumaki..."

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so looks like itachi is sent to spy on naruto ^^
next chapter we see why the hell naruto puked and passed out. alright later. if anyone has any of their own ideas what i should call this story then lemme know. i might incorporate it or something. bye.