Itachi

"You...!", Sasuko gasped.

In front of her was her hated brother, clothed in the garbs of Akatsuki, one arm hidden in its sleeve, the other hanging lazily under his chest. He looked at her intensely, his Sharingan constantly activated.

"It's been some time since we last met. Have you grown in any other ways than your bust size, Sasuko?", Itachi asked, and even though he undoubtedly just cracked a perverted, sick-ass joke, he managed not to even faintly appear anywhere near to crack a smile. Instead, all Sasuko heard was his monotone voice threatening her.

"You bastard... what do you want?", Sasuko hissed. Dammit, where was that surveillance when she needed them? No, wait... Itachi had probably murdered them already...

"Checking up on a lost cause.", he replied. "I heard what you tried to do... running to that Orochimaru for power... and you weren't even able to do that."

Sasuko clenched her fists in rage. He was mocking her.

Then, it seemed as if Itachi... sighed? "Even though I didn't plan to do this, it seems that I have to give you a reminder as to why I allowed you to live that day, Sasuko!", he said as his hanging arm too vanished in its sleeves. Sasuko realized: He was getting ready for battle!

But she was already prepared! "GraaaaAAH!", Sasuko roared as her hand sparkled with electricity. At least that was the one strong jutsu she had learned before Kakashi restricted her to petty ones.

Charging directly at Itachi, Sasuko failed to see that she was making the same mistake again. Her rage had blinded her, and once again, Itachi easily caught her wrist before her charged fist could harm him. Twisting her wrist around, Itachi slammed Sasuko to the ground with ease.

Sasuko grunted in pain, but was quickly turned around to look into Itachis eyes. Itachi pinned her body down with his own, and Sasuko had no chance of shaking him off.

"What... What do you want this time?", Sasuke asked defiantly.