Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. I also do not support or indulge any kiddies to go out and join crime organizations.

Warning for the weak at heart: This is a little graphic, I think M is a proper rating because of the graphic nature I am prone to lean into. I have warned you here and now, DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE GORE. In addition, this is AU just as a note if you could not guess. Thank you!

Hey all I am back again! Okay this is an Experiment. I have had this idea floating around and I finally decided to put it together. There are a tone of Yakuza terms rituals etc. in here. At the end, I will put a little note for any terms you may have questions about! Ummm… I’m sorry for any typos etc. Like I said before this is basically me indulging myself in something. This is Ita X Hina, another surprise pairing, and many hints to other groupings. Do not like do not read! Thank you for maybe reading my rant! Now on with the show!

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“Yubitsume” The deep, monotone voice announced piercing through the almost impenetrable silence. A tiny whimper emerged from the ‘victims’ once sealed mouth. The man kneeled at the steps in front of the throne that held his Oyabun. A servant emerged from the gigantic doors only making a few slightly divert their eyes from the scene that was going to happen before them. None seemed to be bothered by the macabre scene that was about to take place in the giant room of the mansion.

The soft click that came from the servants shoes hitting against the pure white granite floors was the only sound made except for the harsh breathing of the man kneeling at the Fathers feet. The servant, wearing a pure white outfit with nothing to stop him from blending in with everything around him, set the sharp blade in front of the frightened kneeling man.

The man lifted his left hand shakily barely managing to grip onto the blade. His eyes wandered over the intricate designs that marked the hilt of it would have left him breathless, if he had not been saving his breath for either his scream or apology to the Oyabun. The deep tone of black onyx and silver that twined around the grip and the ruby eyes of the dragon that had been carved into it were frightening. The dragon seemed fierce but also mocking. His eyes kept wandering up and down the hilt, until it landed on the pommel. There lie the sign of what all of this was for. The fan of the Uchiha was embedded the pommel the curved fan, marked strikingly with pearl and what looked to be the same rubies of the malicious eyes of the mocking dragon. This was the knife of traitors.

Oyabun had been merciful this time and this time alone. Never again could or would he cross his master, next time it would be seppuku. This was a small price to be paid after all he had betrayed his Oyabun’s trust. Just that thought made the pain seem worthwhile if even for a second. He was not exactly right but that concerned no one but himself. He was definitely prepared but he needed it to be clean and he was weak with his left hand. He knew he had to cut through with his left hand. He looked at the spiraling tattoo that covered his center finger, judging where the end of the knuckle was.

He grasped the knife with his left hand tightly as the engravings tore slightly into the palm of his left hand. A small droplet of pure crimson slid down his hand and dripped to the floor. As the droplet collided with the pure white of the soon to be stained ground, the silence when even further and it seemed as if every member was holding his breath, except Oyabun. Oyabun never flinched, he was perfect, and such things as blood or gore never even made him flinch. The man looked up into the eyes of his Oyabun the crimson that had splattered upon the floor was the matching color of the endless depths of blood red that addressed him disdainfully. “No more stalling, I am sorry Oyabun-sama” the cracked voice of the man finally exhaled and began his task.

He placed his right hand onto the ground and used his left to carefully press into the skin. He pricked the area of flesh beneath the knuckle and allowed a small drop to reveal the cutting point. With that, he drew back the knife and slammed it down into his center finger beneath the knuckle or so he believed. His scream pierced through the guards and members there to witness it; the cut did not pass cleanly. The knife had severed the flesh and nerves on one side but still most of the bone remained and were visible because of the muscle spasms his arm was having. The head of the center bone was open to see for all of the members to see. The blood slid down his arm as he lifted his hand to the light screaming in pain and obvious mortification for failing once again. The sleek covering of muscle and the grease of the small amount of fat on his finger made the bone shine sleek and made it even more emphasized. With each pulse of his heart, more blood flowed freely.

Realizing his obvious mistake the man placed his hand back own on the blood-spattered floor and slid his hands into blood accidentally slipping into it. He quickly picked himself up and scrambled to reach for the knife that had slid farther away than he had though. He immediately gripped into it and slammed it down onto his finger once more. This time it had passed through and the man biting into his own lip enough to make it bleed had muffled his own scream.

Light-headed and still losing some blood he walked up the steps, the section of his finger that had been ‘removed’ had been placed on the pillow with the knife. “Oyabun, forgive me for I have sinned. Please, take this O...offering of my blood and body as a token of gratitude for hearing my apology.” His vision had blurred for a second and his voice wavered revealing his obvious pain. He immediately fell to his knees onto the floor forehead touching his still bleeding hands as they lay on the pristine floor.

“Forgiven, leave my sight.” He had expected more emotion from his Oyabun, but then again he had dropped from favor. He was no longer one of the favorites and no longer a child of Saiko-komon’s child. He had been demoted and degraded. He was a nothing to Oyabun and everyone else. The man fled the large echoing summoning chamber and ran to the bathroom or an area where he could take care of the wound.

“Clean this up and dispose of his gift.” The darkened voice answered to the ominous silence in the room. Immediately several men left to retrieve, cleaning supplies and another took the blade to be cleansed and ‘gift’ to be disposed of. Oyabun had placed his hands on the armrests of his odd ‘throne’, once again a man he trusted has turned his back on him. At least there was a few he could trust, at least he hoped.

Oyabun stood up and walked down the isle, his black shined shoes clicking softly clashing against the floor. He dodged through the blood path leaving his shoes unmarked. He needed a stress reliever maybe his wife could be of some assistance or maybe he would go to one of the medics for his emerging headache, but then again the traitor might be there and that was something he wanted to avoid. The painful scene from before was enough of that man for probably a year. He would find his wife then.

He walked down the hallways, each decorated to a different theme. He was not really looking for her in a specific location and would probably be better at aimless wandering at the moment. As he wandered the almost endless hallways, he heard two voice around the corner near the giant garden, his wedding gift to his wife. He turned the corner quickly only to be stopped dead in his tracks seeing his wife cupping the hand of the traitor, winding the bandage around his finger or should we say stump of one. She knew what that meant yet still she helped? Unacceptable.

After finishing her work and releasing her intense concentration, she looked up only to see her husband standing there, his legendary eyes flaring in pure spite. “Itachi-sama?” She questioned in her petite voice. “Hinata, come with me… now.”

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There… Well here are the notes for the above…

Yubitsume- finger-cutting, is a form of penance or apology. Usually a punishment for something that brought shame upon a man or his clan.

Oyabun- The ‘father’ or leader of a clan in the Yakuza. Relatable to the godfather of the mafia.

Saiko-komon- Immediately under in branch of the Oyabun second only to the Waka-gashira and the Oyabun. Mostly handles accounting money etc.

Child- Basically the children of the group youngr generation, usually heirs to a position etc.

I think that is everything I mentioned. Tell me if I missed something.

So how did you all enjoy it? I tried to tone it down at the end. Well Review if you want me to continue otherwise I’ll let this drop!

-Riza-san

Also the next chapter will be longer!