Slutty-Itachi

Here is a list of my accounts. (that I can remember) ~breezecodi (https://www.deviantart.com/breezecodi) :icontheweaseluchiha: :iconasktehblondbomber: :iconsluttyitachi: :iconslutty-itachi: :iconask-akasunasasori: :iconaskshyDeidara: :iconrp-uzumakinaruto: :iconmy--eyes--see-all: :iconhating-this-life: :iconmadara-izuna: :icontheloyaluchiha: :iconinsanepuppetmaster: :iconsluttyzetsu: :iconhyuuga-hinato: Here is a list of the ones I want to get rid of. :icontheweaseluchiha: :iconasktehblondbomber: :iconsluttyitachi: :iconrp-uzumakinaruto: :iconmy--eyes--see-all: :iconhating-this-life: :iconmadara-izuna: :iconinsanepuppetmaster: :iconsluttyzetsu: :iconh

Tobi. Hint. Hint. :stare:

Itachi sat in his room, gazing out of the window sadly. He could hear the others celebrating. The Akatsuki were like a family and so Christmas was fun for them. But for Itachi, it brought no joy, only sorrow. "Merry Christmas, Ka-San, Tou-San, Otouto." He whispered to the clouds. The raven Uchiha prodigy hid all his pain, distracted himself with intercourse and flirting. Only one other really knew how he felt. Usually, holidays were spent making up new little games, new ways to entertain his numerous partners. But he preferred to remain alone on Christmas. A holiday for families. He missed his so dearly. It was all to protect his beloved