When Scum girl transmigrated into Naruto World

The next few days passed in a blur, with Aiha weaving her intricate web around the Uchiha clan, and Itachi remained her next target. Despite his composed exterior, she could sense the cracks that were forming within him. Her words, though subtle, had left a mark, and now, it was time to press forward. She knew she had to be patient—Itachi was not as easily manipulated as Shisui—but that made the game all the more thrilling.

Aiha had learned, over time, that patience was the key to manipulating people like Itachi. He wasn't like the others. He wasn't driven by impulsive emotions or rash decisions. He was calculating, and every move he made was carefully planned. But that was exactly why Aiha knew that she had to work on his deepest insecurities—the ones he hid away from everyone else.

She had noticed, on several occasions, how Itachi would sometimes sit alone, staring into the distance as if lost in thought. He would often be at the edge of the training grounds, his gaze fixed on something invisible. Aiha had figured out that these were his moments of weakness—his moments of solitude when he was most vulnerable. And those moments were where she would strike.

Tonight, she was determined to have him.

As the moon began to rise high in the sky, Aiha slipped into the training grounds once again, making her way silently toward the secluded area where Itachi often spent his time. She could feel the adrenaline rushing through her veins. The thrill of the chase was what kept her going, the way each encounter left her more in control. This time, she wouldn't just talk to him. She would break through his walls entirely.

She found him exactly where she expected—leaning against a wooden post, eyes focused on the ground as if contemplating something heavy. Itachi didn't notice her approach, too lost in his own thoughts. She couldn't help but smile at how easy this had become. She had spent the last few days observing his every move, studying him like a puzzle she was determined to solve.

"Alone again?" Aiha's voice rang out, breaking the silence.

Itachi turned, his gaze immediately narrowing as he took in her presence. His lips parted as if to say something, but then he paused. Aiha noticed how his eyes softened slightly, just for a moment. That was her opening.

"Don't worry," she said, stepping closer to him. "I won't disturb you. I just wanted to talk."

His eyes flicked to her, but he didn't respond right away. Instead, he simply watched her, his expression unreadable. Aiha could tell he was trying to keep his distance, but she wasn't going to let him.

"You've been on my mind," Aiha continued, her voice low and smooth. "You know, you carry yourself like someone who has everything figured out. But I can tell you don't, Itachi. I can see the loneliness in your eyes."

Itachi's eyes flashed for a moment—an almost imperceptible flicker of something vulnerable beneath his stoic demeanor. He opened his mouth to speak, but Aiha was already steps ahead.

"Don't lie to me," she said softly. "I know what it feels like to carry the weight of the world. To have everyone expect you to be strong, to never show weakness. But it doesn't have to be that way."

Itachi's jaw clenched, but he still didn't move away. Aiha took another step closer, her breath almost mingling with his. She knew this was a delicate moment—one wrong move, and he could shut her out for good. But Aiha wasn't afraid. She had been in worse situations. She had manipulated far stronger wills than his.

"I know you think you're too strong to need anyone," she whispered, leaning in closer. "But everyone has their breaking point, Itachi. Everyone needs someone to lean on."

Itachi stiffened, but Aiha could see the battle in his eyes. He was torn. She could feel his restraint, the walls he had built around himself, but there was a crack, a small opening, and Aiha knew just how to exploit it.

She reached out, gently touching his arm. The moment her skin brushed against his, she felt his entire body tense. His gaze locked with hers, but for the first time, there was something else in his eyes—something deeper than just suspicion or control.

"Please, Itachi," Aiha whispered, her voice soft and pleading. "Let me be the one to help you. Let me be the one to ease your pain."

Her words were like a slow burn, seeping into his consciousness, unraveling the threads of resistance that had held him together for so long. The longer she stayed close to him, the more vulnerable he became. Aiha could see his resolve slipping, his desire for companionship overpowering his need for control.

"You don't have to be perfect," Aiha continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to carry all this alone."

His breath quickened, and Aiha could feel the tension between them building. Itachi's lips parted slightly, and for a moment, Aiha thought he might speak. Instead, he closed his eyes for a brief second, as if fighting against the emotions that were beginning to overwhelm him.

Aiha didn't give him a chance to retreat. She moved even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke again, this time in a breathless whisper.

"I know what you need, Itachi. Let me show you how good it feels to stop pretending. To let go."

Itachi's eyes snapped open, and for the briefest moment, she saw something flicker in his gaze—something raw and unguarded. His fingers twitched as if he wanted to reach for her, but he didn't.

Aiha smiled, a slow, knowing smile. She had him right where she wanted him.

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