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    Itachi continued to the couch. His curious peers cleared a path, leaning in to get a better look at the girl. Itachi gently laid her down on the couch, crossing her hands on her abdomen. “Itachi why are you back and why did you bring someone with you?”
    The teen bowed his head, “You see, Leader-sama-”
    “No, Itachi, I don’t see.”
    “Let me explain,” the Uchiha said coldly, “I had just begun my mission, when I found her in the woods. She was in bad condition and would have died had I not helped her.”
    “You’re usually not one for sympathy, Itachi,” Pein stated.
    “That’s exactly what I said,” Kisame piped up, “but he-”
     Leader shot him a cold look, shutting the Mist-nin up immediately. “Anyway, who’s to say she may not still die.”
    “I was trying to remain optimistic, but you just kinda ruined it for me,” Itachi muttered.
    “Frankly, I don’t care.”
    “Well, can we keep her, hn? I think she’s kinda cute.” The blonde stated, adding on that annoying grunt.
    “Fine, but she is your responsibility,” he swung his arm around, pointing to Itachi. He then exited the room, his tone cold and commanding respect.
     Itachi balled up a fist and slammed it into Deidara’s gut. “No. Bad.”
     Deidara choked out a cry. “What’d… I do,” he hugged his arms around his torso, doubling over in  pain.
    “Don’t you dare touch her,” came the cold reply, Itachi was already walking away from the blonde.
    The artist stood straight up now, “That’s not  what I was suggesting. All I said was that she’s cute. I don’t think one man in this room would disagree… except maybe Zetsu. I have no idea what he finds attractive.” The Uchiha offered no response and merely left the room, only to come back a short while later with a small med-kit.
    He kneeled next to the couch and rolled one leg of the shorts past her knee and began inspecting the laceration. He didn’t see how anyone could walk with this kind of wound. Maybe she was dumped in the woods, he told himself. He didn’t see any kind of puss, but he noticed some dirt still deep inside the cut, and pulled some gauze out of the small box beside him. Holding it flat in his palm he poured the iodine that Kisame had suggested onto the cotton, soaking it completely through. He felt a presence close by and turned slightly. He quickly noticed the curious shark peering over his shoulder. “You’re right, those wounds are really nasty.” She had multiple lacerations up and down her legs, as well as the one he noticed on her left side, during the bath. It was probably the worst; stretching from bottom of her ribcage to just below her navel.
    Itachi only nodded once and turned back to his ‘damsel in distress’. He wiped the cloth across her knee, pressing it hard against the cut, letting the disinfectant seep in. She cringed in pain and her eyes shot open. No cry emitted from her throat; she only paled and a look of absolute terror washed over her. The girl quickly sat up, drawing her knees close to her chest. Tears shone in her eyes, threatening to fall. “Please…” she mumbled, “Please, don’t hurt me.”
    The Uchiha slowly pulled his hands back, resting them on his lap. “I don’t wish to cause you harm.
    She cringed, silent tears now rolled down her cheeks. “Hush, my darling. I don’t wish you any harm,” the words hissed in her mind, so vivid and terrifying as if she’d just heard them, she broke into choking sobs.
    “I told you, Kisame,” the Uchiha turned, “Something happened to her.” Kisame wasn’t sure how to respond. He merely nodded and turned away, not wanting to scare the poor girl any more than she was. Itachi slowly reached forward, showing the gauze in his hand, “I need to clean your wounds. They look infected. Please, sit still.” The girl sat almost motionless, except for her occasional trembling. A small whimper escaped her throat as he set her back and rolled her shirt up in order to reach the wound on her side. She kept her fists balled up and eyes screwed shut the entire time. He suspected it was from something more than pain. Once he’d finished he packed everything back in the case, aside from the used bandaging and set it on the small coffee table. All of her wounds were now stained orange along with the palm of Itachi’s hand, where the iodine had soaked through.  He reached forward to lift her again, “Let me take you to a roo-”
    She pulled away, trying to disappear into the couch. “I can walk,” she murmured.
    “Not with that leg,” Itachi insisted.
    “Please,” she cried, breaking into tears, “Let me walk.” Itachi retracted his arms and stepped away, not wanting to upset her further. As she climbed off of the cushions, he held out an arm to catch her if she staggered. He walked down the hall with his arm like that the entire time. She moved with an extremely noticeable limp.

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    Itachi continued to the couch. His curious peers cleared a path, leaning in to get a better look at the girl. Itachi gently laid her down on the couch, crossing her hands on her abdomen. “Itachi why are you back and why did you bring someone with you?”
    The teen bowed his head, “You see, Leader-sama-”
    “No, Itachi, I don’t see.”
    “Let me explain,” the Uchiha said coldly, “I had just begun my mission, when I found her in the woods. She was in bad condition and would have died had I not helped her.”
    “You’re usually not one for sympathy, Itachi,” Pein stated.
    “That’s exactly what I said,” Kisame piped up, “but he-”
     Leader shot him a cold look, shutting the Mist-nin up immediately. “Anyway, who’s to say she may not still die.”
    “I was trying to remain optimistic, but you just kinda ruined it for me,” Itachi muttered.
    “Frankly, I don’t care.”
    “Well, can we keep her, hn? I think she’s kinda cute.” The blonde stated, adding on that annoying grunt.
    “Fine, but she is your responsibility,” he swung his arm around, pointing to Itachi. He then exited the room, his tone cold and commanding respect.
     Itachi balled up a fist and slammed it into Deidara’s gut. “No. Bad.”
     Deidara choked out a cry. “What’d… I do,” he hugged his arms around his torso, doubling over in  pain.
    “Don’t you dare touch her,” came the cold reply, Itachi was already walking away from the blonde.
    The artist stood straight up now, “That’s not  what I was suggesting. All I said was that she’s cute. I don’t think one man in this room would disagree… except maybe Zetsu. I have no idea what he finds attractive.” The Uchiha offered no response and merely left the room, only to come back a short while later with a small med-kit.
    He kneeled next to the couch and rolled one leg of the shorts past her knee and began inspecting the laceration. He didn’t see how anyone could walk with this kind of wound. Maybe she was dumped in the woods, he told himself. He didn’t see any kind of puss, but he noticed some dirt still deep inside the cut, and pulled some gauze out of the small box beside him. Holding it flat in his palm he poured the iodine that Kisame had suggested onto the cotton, soaking it completely through. He felt a presence close by and turned slightly. He quickly noticed the curious shark peering over his shoulder. “You’re right, those wounds are really nasty.” She had multiple lacerations up and down her legs, as well as the one he noticed on her left side, during the bath. It was probably the worst; stretching from bottom of her ribcage to just below her navel.
    Itachi only nodded once and turned back to his ‘damsel in distress’. He wiped the cloth across her knee, pressing it hard against the cut, letting the disinfectant seep in. She cringed in pain and her eyes shot open. No cry emitted from her throat; she only paled and a look of absolute terror washed over her. The girl quickly sat up, drawing her knees close to her chest. Tears shone in her eyes, threatening to fall. “Please…” she mumbled, “Please, don’t hurt me.”
    The Uchiha slowly pulled his hands back, resting them on his lap. “I don’t wish to cause you harm.
    She cringed, silent tears now rolled down her cheeks. “Hush, my darling. I don’t wish you any harm,” the words hissed in her mind, so vivid and terrifying as if she’d just heard them, she broke into choking sobs.
    “I told you, Kisame,” the Uchiha turned, “Something happened to her.” Kisame wasn’t sure how to respond. He merely nodded and turned away, not wanting to scare the poor girl any more than she was. Itachi slowly reached forward, showing the gauze in his hand, “I need to clean your wounds. They look infected. Please, sit still.” The girl sat almost motionless, except for her occasional trembling. A small whimper escaped her throat as he set her back and rolled her shirt up in order to reach the wound on her side. She kept her fists balled up and eyes screwed shut the entire time. He suspected it was from something more than pain. Once he’d finished he packed everything back in the case, aside from the used bandaging and set it on the small coffee table. All of her wounds were now stained orange along with the palm of Itachi’s hand, where the iodine had soaked through.  He reached forward to lift her again, “Let me take you to a roo-”
    She pulled away, trying to disappear into the couch. “I can walk,” she murmured.
    “Not with that leg,” Itachi insisted.
    “Please,” she cried, breaking into tears, “Let me walk.” Itachi retracted his arms and stepped away, not wanting to upset her further. As she climbed off of the cushions, he held out an arm to catch her if she staggered. He walked down the hall with his arm like that the entire time. She moved with an extremely noticeable limp.