~*Disclaimer*~

I do not own Naruto. If I did . . . . *Drools*

Pairings:

Itachi x Naruto

Past Sasuke x Naruto

Other minor pairings

Warning: Very slight Naruto & Tsunade OOC.

Summary:

Is the devil as evil and cruel as everyone makes him out to be? Is the devil even male? Are there chances of redemption? If so, who helps the damned see the light? Will they evolve or die?

~*Evolve or Die: Chapter 2: Itachi's Day*~

The ground shook and rumbled at the same time the sky bleed black. Eerie red clouds began popping up in the sky as if signaling for the devil himself to appear. He looked around, searching frantically. He knew that he was looking for someone but he just didn't know who.

For some reason he was in a forest by is lonesome. And the more the ground shook, the more he had to find this person he was looking for. He took off running in a random direction that only his body, not memory, could recall. He could tell that he was deep within the dense part of the forest. Trees closely packed together made it difficult for him to move as quickly as he wanted to. As he neared the edge of the forest, the trees became scarce and opened up to a large clearing.

Within the clearing was a small village. As soon as he cleared the forest's edge, he took off running through the village. As he ran, he took in his surroundings. Wooden shacks were on fire. Livestock was running amok. Children were screaming for their parents. All in all, chaos had broken out.

He continued to run, searching more frantically for someone. He was tired though. The smoke from the fire made his eyes burn and water. His lungs were screaming bloody murder from lack of oxygen and smoke. Sweat poured down his forehead and flowed down his back. His legs felt weak, bordering on the edge of going numb, but he kept running, He had to keep running. He had to find him!

As he kept running, the village disappeared behind him. He noticed he was running toward a little shack a small ways passed the village. He could make out two figures in front of the shack. They seemed to be arguing and fighting. As he drew closer to the two, the ground began quaking even harder. He pushed himself and began to run faster despite his extreme fatigue. The next time the ground trembled, a huge crack appeared in the ground behind him. To his amazement, the crack began to open and expand. What seemed to be lava, bubbled and popped furiously. All of a sudden the contents within the crevice exploded and ascended heavenward. The force of the explosion sent him flying forward. He flew into the side of the wooden shack and went through the wall.

Dazed and disorientated, he got up out of the rubble that was once a wall. He looked towards the direction of the crack and saw something that made his heart stop. A huge red clawed hand, which could only belong to the devil himself, emerged from the depths of the crack. It was slowly pulling one of the two figures back into the ground.

He could hardly make out anything about the person being dragged into the very depths of hell. The only thing he could see was frantic and frightened big blue eyes.

He yelled out. He could not hear his own voice. He could hear the screams from the village, the storms brewing over head, and the fire crackling with a vengeance. He just could not hear his own voice dammit!

He yelled out again. Those beautiful blues eyes made contact with his own. He could see every emotion playing behind those eyes. He could see the innocence within the blue orbs. The figure reached out for him. He needed to get to this person, but his legs weren't listening to him. They wouldn't move! He looked around desperately for the second figure; not out of worry for the second person but out of fear for the blue eyed one.

He yelled out once again and the second figure walked into view. He felt a little bit of relief flood through his system. The other person would help.

The figure being dragged away reached toward the other person for help. Words were exchanged between the two. Whatever was said made the figure with blue eyes lower is out stretched hand. Disbelief and betrayal could be seen in those gorgeous eyes. Tears started pouring out of those eyes.

Not knowing was happening; he tried to get up once again but to no avail.

Looking back toward the two, those blue eyes only had rage reflecting in them. The figure began yelling angrily. As the figure continued yelling, those beautiful blue eyes began to bleed red and gleam.

The clawed hand gave one more harsh tug and the figure disappeared into the gap. The gap closed quickly with another hard tremble in its wake.

He reached out and yelled. His voice was loud and clear this time.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


He bolted upright with a desperate gasp for breath. His hand quickly found its way to his rapidly beating heart. His ears were buzzing and his head was light and airy.

Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm the organ that was still trying to leave his chest and burst out his throat. With one more deep breath, his breathing was somewhat back to normal.

The hand over his heart removed itself from his silk pajama top. Taking the same hand, he raked it through his hair in an attempt to tame the long inky black locks.

After regaining his composure, he threw the covers back and got out of bed. His bare feet met the plush off white carpet that lined his bedroom floor. He shuffled groggily to the connect bathroom. The coldness of the tile sent a chill up his spine.

Flicking on the light, he made his way to the sink and stared into the mirror.

Midnight black eyes stared right back at him. The paleness of his skin did not help the light purple bags under his eyes. These dreams were going to be the death of him. If there was one thing he loved most in the world, it was his sleep. He learned to cherish every second he could get when took over the company from his father's advisors.

These dreams were troublesome to say the least. Oddly enough, they never occurred this frequently. Normally, he would have them every few months or so. But these last few days were hell. Every time he fell asleep, it was useless because he would just wake up more tired than when he went to sleep.

With a heavy yawn, he pushed his shoulder length black hair out of his face once again. He relieved himself and went to the kitchen for breakfast. He grabbed his cell phone off the end table outside of the bedroom door. Making his way across the large penthouse, he turned on the television in the living room for background noise.

He could smell the coffee brewing in his automatic coffee maker as soon as he entered the kitchen. Once the coffee was done, he made himself a cup and sat down at the table. He held the cup with two hands as he took a sip. He savored the hot liquid on his tongue. The heat and taste made its way up to his nasal passages. As he exhaled heavily through his nose, he could feel the heat from his nose ghost over his lips, as if trying to get him to enjoy that sip of coffee a second time.

Looking down at his phone, he saw that he had a several missed calls but only two voice messages. He turned his phone onto speaker phone as he listened to the message while enjoying his coffee.

"Good morning Mr. Uchiha. Your schedule for today is not as heavy as usual. You have a meeting with Lockhaven at 10:30, lunch with Hyuga , and a conference call at 3. If anything changes, I will notify you immediately. Have a great day Mr. Uchiha."

"Yo Itachi, I got those papers you were asking for. They weren't easy to come by. I was able to get them with a little" a deep and rusty chuckle rumbled in place of words "persuasion. I'll be back in town tomorrow, Friday at the latest."

His assistant made it a habit to leave him messages of his schedule early in the morning. This way, if he needed to move some things around, it won't be too last minute.

Kisame on the other hand, he was out doing his dirty work per say. A metaphorical rat got his hands on some papers that did not belong to him. Instead of dirtying his hands, he sent Kisame. He's been working too damn hard just to let some kid with a hero complex to fuck it up this far into the game.

Taking the final sip of his coffee, Itachi got up, put his mug in the sink, and went to get dressed.

He wore an ash gray suit with a pale lavender button and a striped tie with different shades of purple.

Opting out of actually cooking, Itachi settled on making something quick. He made a small bowl of cold vanilla Greek yogurt with granola and honey. He grabbed his cell phone, keys, and briefcase then headed over to the office.


It has been an extremely tiring day for Itachi. Lockhaven was twenty minutes late for their meeting and had nothing prepared. Lunch with Hyuga was awkward and uncomfortable. The whole hour was spent with the man trying to get Itachi to marry his daughter. The conference call was more of a conference argument. He was just ready for the day to be over. He only had to survive three more hours. Hopefully nothing will come up until then.

With a heavy sigh, Itachi opened the door to his office. His eyes instantly zeroed in on the chair sitting innocently behind his desk. He took a seat and turned around in the chair. He did so so he could stare out the window that was originally a wall. The sun was setting over the city. The sky was different shades of reds and yellows. It was so peaceful and serene.

Itachi put his elbow on the armrest of the chair and rested his head on his tightly closed fist. He drifted of slowly.


He was barely asleep for five minutes before the door to his office was slammed open. Had he been any less of a man, or more alert, he would have been startled into full consciousness. He slowly turned around in his chair to face the door.

There in the doorway was his "sweet" little brother. If he could melt into the ground he would. He really didn't want to have any type of conversation with him.

"What is it Sasuke? What do you want this time?" He sat up properly and tried to look busy, not really acknowledging his presence.

He heard Sasuke scuff roughly. "I'll make this short and sweet."

Itachi rolled his eyes. 'I'm not going to like this one bit'

"Tomorrow is Sakura and I's two year anniversary. I wanted to know if I could get some money and borrow the Lamborghini so I can take her out."

This made Itachi's head snap up. A scowl was etched into his face. "What the hell is wrong with your car? Where is the money that I gave you last month?"

Really looking at him for the first time since he walked in the room, Sasuke was wearing a black Iron Man tank with white straight legged jeans. On his head was a black beanie covering his hair. On his feet were black vans. He did not look like he came from such a dignified family of the same caliber as the Uchiha. It made him sick to his stomach. He looked like common white trash.

"I bought gum. You don't give me any fucking money! I want to take her out somewhere nice. And the piece of chump change you gave me last month went toward putting brakes on the piece of shit car I have since you couldn't find it in heart or dig deep in your pocket, to buy me a decent car!" Sasuke sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, I never ask you for anything unless I really need it. Can you just do me this one favor? Please?"

Itachi smirked as he felt a rush of pleasure run through his body at the aspect of his little brother begging. It takes a lot to get his dignified little brother to beg for something. A lazy smirk made its way onto his face.

"Sasuke, you're my sweet…dear little brother. It pains me to see you hurting. I would do anything to make you feel better."

The smirk mixed with that condescending tone made Sasuke's blood boil. He glared hard at Itachi. His fists were balled so tight that his knuckles were white.

"But there is a limit to how much I would give." This is where Itachi's voice begins to lower and the smirk is replaced with a scowl. "I am not giving you a cent of my money so you can take that whore of a woman out. To celebrate two years of your stupidity as that pink monstrosity sleeps with anything that moves or breathes."

Sasuke started to lunge at Itachi but stopped himself. He turned to walk out the door. He paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. "I hope you burn in hell."

The door reverberated off the doorframe and actually put a crack in it.

Before Itachi even had a chance to contemplate the past situation, the lights in his office began to flicker. After a few seconds they went out. Just as the room went dark, the ground began to rumble and quake. Itachi hopped out of his chair as it began to roll about on its own free will. Books fell off the shelves lined along the walls. Things clattered off his desk. Frames fell off the wall. To make matter worse, huge cracks appeared on the ceiling and floor.

There was one particular large crack that appeared on the floor that seemed to be opening up. He was rooted to his spot. Frozen in shock. What the hell was going on? Was this an earthquake? Was the world ending?

As if to confirm the latter, the crack on the floor turned into a huge gorge that defied the laws of physics. He could fell heat escaping from the crevice. Flames, soot, and hot embers escaped from the crack.

Was this it? Was he really going to burn in hell? Is the devil himself coming to drag him to hell?

Just as that though crossed his mind, an arm shot forth out of the ravine. It was wrapped in bandages and actually kind of dainty. That didn't make the situation and less terrifying.

Claws ripped free from the bandaging. The hand slammed down onto the carpet covering his office floor. Said claws found their way into the carper. Muscles flexed under the bandages as whatever it was began pulling itself out of the hole.

A human shaped body emerged. It could have been mistaken for human if t wasn't for the huge wings sticking out of its back. The head of this beast began to lift, so he could get a better look. The head was covered completely in bandages, just like the rest of its body, but only one eye was visible. It was closed at the moment. The figure began to stand up. Shakily at first, but it found its strength.

Once standing, Itachi realized that this thing was shorter than him!

His train of though was broken once that eye began to open slowly. Behind the eyelid was a crimson iris that held a slit for a pupil. The creature held his gaze for several seconds. It quirked its head to the side in a questioning manner.

"Itachi Uchiha?"