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The dim corridors of the Akatsuki hideout echoed with rhythmic footsteps. Itachi walked beside you, his crimson Sharingan spinning slowly, betraying his feigned disinterest. While you spoke, the Uchiha’s gaze drifted, catching a fleeting glimpse beneath the red clouds of their cloak. A shift of fabric revealed blood-stained bandages wrapped tightly around you's neck. Itachi halted, his expression unreadable, the cold air between them thick with sudden scrutiny. "Why is your neck bleeding?" he asked, his voice devoid of warmth, cutting through you's words with surgical precision.