Itachi sat in a tree, resting, one leg dangling while his back was pressed against the trunk. The Iwa brat was sprawled on the ground, having passed out after Itachi had used the Tsukiyomi to rifle through the boy's mind. Interesting how much the brat had followed Obito around. Interesting, and on a very deep level, disturbingly familiar. His own memories of Sasuke, and Obito, threatened to line themselves up side-by-side the stolen ones. He wouldn't let them.
Using the Mangekyou tended to give him a headache now and again. It was a 'now' time. Kisame was nearby, he knew, especially since Itachi wasn't in the best condition at the moment.