Author's note: This is my new fiction of PeinIta!!!XD Hope you'll enjoy it! Don't forget to review!^^

''I'll kill you, brother!!!' Sasuke's voice rang up upon the dark air, Sasuke's hands chocking Itachi's throat. Itachi tried to explain, pleading that he had no choice, that he had to do it in order to…

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"Itachi~! Rise and Shine~!!"

Exclaiming brightly, Kisame pulled away the blanket which Itachi was covering his whole body.

Itachi clutched the blanket and tried to hide his face, but Kisame already found his wet face and jumped up in surprise.

"Itachi!!! What's wrong?!! Are you ok?!!!"

"It's ok.. Just had a bad dream.." Murmuring meekly, Itachi slowly sat up and dried his eyes with a hand.

Kisame blinked, then stretched his giant hand to pat on Itachi's back. "Dude, It's morning now. We have to be hurry. Pein sama said we'll have a conference at eight o' clock."

"Yeah.. thanks…" Answering in chapfallen voice, Itachi climbed down from the bed.

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It was a cold morning.

Akatsuki members were gathered in front of the temple, rubbing their hands in order to warm themselves.

Pein appeared exactly at 8:00, his face calm and cold as usual. Konan sat beside Pein, smiling to the members as usual.

"Itachi, you seem ill." Sasori mumbled quietly, looking up at Itachi. "Why are you sweating so much..?"

Panting lightly, Itachi shook his head. "I...just feel tired... I couldn't sleep well last night."

Just then Orochimaru, who's watching Itachi jeering, opened his mouth. "Oh? Why? Did you watch Porno, weasel?"

Kisame clutched his samehada and glared at Orochimaru. Sneering, Orochimaru tried to say something again, when Sasori warned in calm voice. "Orochimaru."

Orochimaru shrugged, and turned his eyes away.

Pein started to speak out something, but Itachi could not catch one word of it. Cold sweats were breaking into his forehead, and he felt so dizzy. Itachi tried to pull himself, but his view started to blur now…

"Itachi... Itachi..!!!"

Somebody suddenly shook his shoulder. Itachi nearly jumped up, gathering himself.

Sasori was shaking his shoulder with anxious look in his face. Blinking blankly, Itachi looked up, and realized that Pein was staring at him.

Flinching, Itachi quickly bowed his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you..?" Pein questioned in icy voice.

Kisame quickly interrupted. "Pein sama, My partner seem to be little ill today.."

"I didn't ask to you." Pein snapped coldly, causing Kisame to quickly shut his mouth. Then Pein glared at Itachi again.

"Why are you so loosened today?"

Itachi opened his mouth to plead, his voice coming out from his mouth cracking. "Sorry, Pein sama.. I just couldn't sleep last night..."

"You tired...?" Pein asked in dangerously calm tone.

Gulping, Itachi shook his head. "No... Sorry.. Sorry..."

However, all of sudden Pein stood up from his seat, and reached to Itachi in three strides, then clutched Itachi by collars and started to drag him wildly.

"Pe...Pein sama..?!!!"

All of the members became wide- eyed.

Coughing, Itachi tried to apologize desperately, but Pein did not give him a chance to speak and dragged him out from the temple and reached to the bathroom.

After opening the door of the bathroom brusquely, Pein threw Itachi over the toilet, pushing Itachi's head into toilet bowl.

Itachi tried to open his mouth again to plead, but failed again for Pein pressed his head tightly and flushed the toilet.

The water rushed out from the bowl, and came into Itachi's mouth and nose, causing him to drink the water unwillingly. Itachi coughed desperately, but Pein flushed the toilet again and again, until Itachi became nearly cut off of breath.

Tears rolled down to Itachi's wet cheeks. Coughing loudly to get a breath again, Itachi begged desperately. "I'm sorry, Pein sama.. I'm so sorry..."

Pein looked down at him for a while with cold gleaming in his eyes. Then, Pein grabbed Itachi's head and bumped it to the wall, causing Itachi to yelp.

"Wash your face and get back to the conference in five minutes."

With these last words, Pein turned and left.

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Covering his aching head, Itachi tried to suppress his sobs. Biting his lips, he stood up, and washed his face in washbasin.

Three minutes has passed already. A minute of lingering will cause him to take more than five minutes, and that will cause him to get more severe punishment. Taking a deep breath to suppress again overcoming sobs, Itachi went out from the bathroom and headed to the temple.