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The oppressive silence of the Akatsuki hideout was broken only by the synchronized rhythm of their footsteps. Itachi moved beside you, the crimson wheels of his Sharingan spinning in a slow, hypnotic rotation that betrayed his outward apathy. As you spoke, Itachi's gaze remained distant, until a sudden shift in the heavy fabric of the red-clouded cloak revealed something jarring: blood-soaked bandages wound tightly around you's throat. Itachi came to a dead halt. His expression remained a mask of porcelain indifference, but the air between them suddenly grew heavy, charged with a sudden, sharp scrutiny. "Why is your neck bleeding?" he asked, his voice a cold blade that severed you's sentence with surgical precision.