Renkaji, letting himself relax only after getting home, took a long shower to get the dried blood off him. He was going over what he'd learned from Draco. It hadn't been Sasori who'd given him the scar on his face, it had been Deidara with a clay explosive of his. Sasori had just gotten in the way of He retaliatory attack on Deidara. Bastard had gotten lucky thanks to his partner unintentionally saving him.<br/><br/>"We're remarkably the same, Draco and I," He said to himself, touching the new scar on his face, "But we're remarkably different at the same time."<br/><br/>Thinking about it, He and Draco were opposites of the same coin. They had a few traits that the same, but the differences they had outweighed the similarities. She said she wasn't capable of hating anyone while he felt a burning hatred for the two Akatsuki that had attacked him. He wouldn't go after them, but that didn't mean he wouldn't prepare for another encounter with them. He'd study them to learn how they thought and processed information so he'd be better prepared for them next time.<br/><br/>Out of the shower and dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, he sensed another presence in his house that wasn't there before. He was in his living room in a flash, two kunai knives in a reverse grip in his hands ready for another fight. The presence, another Akatsuki, merely looked at him quizzically with veiled amusement. He slowly eased out of his stance, becoming more and more convinced this Akatsuki wasn't looking for a fight. He made a sharp gesture to a stool next to the table in the dining room, which the Akatsuki took as he sat across from him with both kunai on the table in front of him.<br/><br/>"How is she?" The Akatsuki asked, placing his hands on the table in plain view, "I know you have met her today and went to her residence for assistance after your skirmish with my associates."<br/><br/>"She's fine," He responded sharply, not wanting to talk about her, "But the better question is who the hell are you?"<br/><br/>"The ghost of Sasake Uchiha's brother." The Akatsuki replied, undaunted by his untrusting tone.<br/><br/>"Itachi?" He said, stunned by the revelation, "wha.... Why are you here?!"<br/><br/>"Merely to deliver a gift to her. It hasn't been tampered with so rest assured she will be unharmed by getting this." Itachi, mildly surprised himself at being identified by name, said sliding a brand new sketchbook across the table, "Let her know that I miss having her around for me, will you?"<br/><br/>With that, Itachi was gone, marking the ending of the first of three visits by him. He quickly dressed in new clothes, put a new pair of shoes on, made a pack of supplies with the sketchbook clamped in his hand and left, dashing back to Kakashi and Draco's place again. He was fully equiped now, ready for anything that got close. He made it there without incident, pitching a small tent on the roof as he took to being a lookout for an hour or so before falling asleep due to exhaustion and overworking himself while still recovering from the blood loss from earlier.