"I should just start keeping things you can't fix to myself," Itachi responded dryly. He knew there was no fixing what he'd done, but he'd thought telling Shisui would make him feel a little better.

Itachi gave a moment of serious thought to pushing Shisui off the tree branch. "She knows I'm someone's spy. She'd know something was up." And Itachi's training in seducing people had mostly been about seducing men while dressed up as a woman, usually in the setting of one of the higher class brothels. It was easier to hide your gender under several layers of silk. If Ashiko saw him again, she would be one her guard, and she might have told other people to be watching out for him now. If her master had any skill with genjutsu, he could easily get an image of Iori's face from her mind, and that face would match the one of the Uchiha he'd crossed blades with not too long ago.