Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Girl Named Yama ❯ Chapter 12 - Caught in two ways ( Chapter 12 )

A Girl Named Yama

 

Author: XoXSilverDragonXoX

 

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from `Naruto'. The only thing I own is my main character, Umari Yama, and maybe some unrecognizable characters that you may see.

 

Brief Summary: A girl finds herself dumped into Hatake's bed one day in a different world to deal with an emotional Sasuke, a hyperactive Naruto, a flirty Genma and lazy Kakashi. And of course, to deal with all the glory of life in Konoha to boot.

 

Last Chapter:

 

While returning to Konoha, Yama has finally it was a good idea to actually not have Sasuke sulking the whole way home and accepted the fact that she possessed half-Uchiha blood. With about a billion questions she wants to ask, the meeting with the Hokage turned out a lot better than she had hoped. They were accepting her, even though she refused to tell them the truth about her arrival. And so starts the training with her sharingan. However, Kakashi's been acting rather odd lately… and now this kiss?

 

Warnings:

 

Hints of Shounen Ai. So small you need to squint to see it. Seeing as this story is rated `M' be expecting a bit of language now and then.

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

Chapter 12 - Caught! In two ways…

 

Growl.

 

It was from Sasuke. Who else? To tell you the truth, he was a cute little dog. One that bites and snaps when it doesn't get enough attention. I was half tempted to meander over and ruffle is head but I think in this kind of situation, even the owner would get bitten.

 

I glanced up briefly and immediately regretted it. His Sharingan was showing and I could practically see the amount of murderous intent that was radiating off of him. He crossed his arms and suddenly I felt like the daughter who had done something wrong. Which just shouldn't happen because I was what? About seven or so years older thank him? I think this child grew up waaaaaay to fast.

 

Kakashi didn't respond for a few seconds, but he slowly lowered his arms and stepped back. I gave him a look. I told you that you are going explain this one.

 

"Well?" Sasuke snarled. I heard a clink and I realized that Sasuke had a kunai out. I raised my arm hurridly. “Oi! No killing in the house. I refuse to clean the blood and bodies up later.” Sasuke gave me a look and I shrunk back. Okay… I'm staying out of this. He wasn't even giving us a chance to explain!

 

Kakashi sighed, before speaking lazily, "Ma iiya…” he started and gave Sasuke a strange look. “What did it look like we were doing? If you want an excuse… there was something in her eye. I was trying to get it out.” I saw a tuff of blonde hair pop out behind Sasuke and I brightened. Naruto! Saaaaave us!

 

“By paying attention to her chin?”

 

I blinked and nodded appreciatively. He had to have like… cat eyes or something, because there had been no lights on. Only moonlight.

 

Besides, Kakashi? Why bother making up another one of his stupid excuses? One of his really, really stupid excuses...

 

Time for me to step in. “Ahhh, Sasuke. You know what? How about we deal with this in the morning? Let's just all go to sleep— Woah!” I made a quick twirl to the left as something went flying in my direction.

 

Thwok!

 

I glared suspiciously at the shuriken now nailed in the wall behind me. I whirled back to Sasuke. “Oi. If you were aiming for your teacher you missed him by like, three feet. Are you drunk tonight Sasuke? Because if you are… you're underage! No drinking!” I chastised. Okay, so I was trying to make light of the situation. Maybe I could manage to get him not to hurt anyone tonight. Sorry Naruto, no promises for you though. He'll need to let off some steam later anyway.

 

Walking up to Sasuke, I drop a hand on either shoulder and held it there. “Sasuke. You need to calm down. I'm sorry you had to walk in on that…” I tensed slightly. I didn't even know you were going to walk in on that. I didn't even know that I was going to get my brain fried in that manner anyhow. “I'm not really sure what's going on either… but he is your teacher. You need to show him the respect he deserves.” I ended wryly. Even though Kakashi didn't really act as such.

 

Sasuke's sharingan disappeared but nevertheless, he growled back. “It's because he's my teacher that I won't allow it!”

 

Giving him a confused look, I dropped my hands. “Because he's your teacher?”

 

“He's seven years older than you!”

 

I felt an invisible rock hit my head and I pressed my hand into my face. “So… you're saying that if he was 20 or something it would be okay?” I saw his eye twitch.

 

“No.” he answered. That's when I saw that Naruto was munching on a… sandwich? Since when does he eat other things beside his beloved ramen? Oh well. That would explain why he wasn't talking or joining in on the conversation.

 

I rubbed the bridge of my nose in frustration. “How about we just talk about this tomorrow? I need to clear things up with Kakashi too. Does that sound good to you Ka—” I broke off when I turned to meet air. My eye twitched. That bastard left me all alone to explain this!

 

"Ne, Sasuke? What's going on?" a familiar voice piped up from behind Sasuke. Oh, so is Naruto done eating now?

"Oh by the way,” I started curiously, "What are you doing here?"

 

Sasuke's face was slightly, ever so slightly; red now. I stared at him in amazement. It was really amazing how he could go from angry to embarrassed in less than two seconds. I squashed the urge to start laughing but thankfully I merely changed the almost laugh into a snort. Despite that, Sasuke was not impressed.

 

"Well, Sasuke said that-!"

 

"Naruto," Sasuke grounded out, "Shut. Up," Naruto merely glared back, balling his sandwich wrap in one fist.

"Teme! You have no right to tell me to shut up! Sasuke-moron!" Naruto snapped, crossing his arms and glaring at him, "I can kick your ass - right here, right now if I wanted to!"

 

There were a few moments of silence, as if everyone expected Naruto to -ahem- kick Sasuke's ass, as said.

 

Then...

 

"But I don't want to," Naruto grumbled. He crossed his arms, staring at the ground and settled for just plain old glaring. I observed him carefully. Was it because he didn't feel like it? I still wasn't all that clear on their relationship quite yet. I'm still waiting for whenever they were ready to tell me.

 

Smirking, Sasuke turned back to us, placing a scowl on his face - aimed directly at me. Then he just sighed and threw up his hands, stomping into the kitchen.

 

I had half expected Sasuke to hit Kakashi repeatedly over the head, all the while preparing to give me the lecture of my life. So either Sasuke didn't feel like chasing after Kakashi (seeing as he wasn't here anymore) or he was too exasperated to care. I'm still waiting for that lecture too.

 

I could hear some of it now...

 

'Stay away from any guy." And that about sums it all up... Sasuke isn't one for speeches as you all can tell. Or maybe he'll say. 'If he goes near you, I'll kill him.' Or maybe he'll pull one of his all-time famous 'Hn's' and expect me to translate it into: "If you ever go near him again I'll kill him and I'll lock you up in a closet." But hey, I'm no expert on the translations of the Sasuke language of Hn's.

 

 

I grunted, crossing my arms and walking to the kitchen, "None of your damn business, gaki." (brat) Drat! Was I ever pissed; not only had Sasuke ruined the kiss, he also gave me the notion that Kakashi was probably just 'showing one of his moves to me'. In other words, it meant that Kakashi probably had no feelings for me whatsoever.

 

...

 

Following the brooding kid into the kitchen, I was surprise to find that he was merely standing by the window. Opening the refrigerator and poking my head in, I half-contemplated getting something to eat, but decided not to. I turned around to stare at the counter.

 

Only to find that Sasuke, waiting impatiently, had his arms crossed with his left foot tapping the floor in a methodical rhythm. It was almost as if he was waiting for explanation to burst out of me. Well, not going to happen little buddy. I thought you were the one who had stomped off first.

 

"Sasuke. Can we just deal with this in the morning?" I grumbled in question. When he didn't answer, I offered a raised eyebrow, but left the kitchen and entered the family room. The family room was a wide angular room. From the way the house looked so tiny on the outside, it was actually rather cozy and comfortable inside. The stairs were on my left, so I turned myself in that direction, bounding up the stairs.

 

WOOSH!

 

And there Sasuke was, standing in my bedroom doorway, glaring at me and staying silent. Giving me the silent treatment. But then again, with Sasuke, when are you never giving me the silent treatment?

 

I turned around, again, and bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. And as I entered the front hall a few seconds later, I slipped on my shoes and opened the door, "I'm going for a walk!" I called over my shoulder. I didn't even notice that Naruto was sitting on the couch in the family room, looking rather bored. “See you later, Yama-chan!”

 

I heard a growl behind me, before the door slammed shut. I had a feeling that he was going to get me back for that later...

 

Well, I would worry about that when that came up. Live for the moment!! I let out a puff of air, watching it swirl up and disappear into the darkness. The snow had stopped falling... which was surprising, since the snow had started falling just a little while ago. And there was a lot of snow on the ground... maybe it was snowing really fast? No... it hadn't seemed like it...

 

Well, that was going to be a mystery to all of us.

 

I let out another sigh, trying to work on clearing my mind and trying not to think about what had just occurred. That's when snow started to slowly drift down once again, covering the streets in a white blanket of magic... again. It was only adding to the snow-filled streets.

 

I stopped, looking up.

 

Continuing to walk, I didn't even take notice of my surroundings, letting my feet take me, wherever. All I could think about was...

 

He kissed me.

 

He kissed me.

 

He kissed me.

 

Him. Kakashi did.

 

Kissed me.

 

Unbelievable!

 

I growled. So much for clearing my mind. My mind was so jumbled up. Now, was there anyone I could talk to right now? I didn't really have anyone to tell this kind of stuff to. I could tell Sasuke... but seeing as to how he reacted before... not a good idea. And telling Sakura was out of the question, as well.

 

Who knew what she would scheme up to try and get us together?

 

The Hokage?

 

Not a chance.

 

How about Naruto? Well... telling him would be like telling the whole village about it. There was no difference.

 

I really, really wished I had someone to talk to. Usually at times like these, I would go to Kakashi for council (if I ever had any kind of problems). But at the moment the man in question was the same man as the one I usually talked to. What I needed to figure out was what exactly did I feel for Kakashi? He had asked for my answer earlier before we had gotten interrupted.

 

Well, let's see. I've known the man for nearly three months now. He's saved my life three times already. And what's sad is that I've just realized that I've relied on him a lot. You know what? I don't know what it is I feel around him. All I know is that he makes me feel safe.

 

I stopped walking, realizing that I was standing in a clearing. Further ahead, was the blue stone memorial. And there, was none other than Kakashi. I almost groaned in frustration. Why the hell did I have to see him?! Oh wait, maybe this was a good chance to clear things up… or not. Tomorrow! I'll deal with him tomorrow.

 

I turned heel, ready to run off when I heard his voice.

 

"Yama, leaving so soon?"

 

Aww... he caught me. Damn. So much for my quiet getaway.

 

I turned around, trying not to look sheepish, "Uh... no I just thought I'd go home... before... uh... Sasuke uh... kills me. Yeah, that's it. Before he kills me." I muttered, fingering the fabric of my shirt and trying not to look up at him. He was now facing me and a few feet away from me. I could see his feet.

 

"You're a worse liar than I am," I glanced up sharply. What did he mean by that?

 

"Huh?" I uttered. Smart, so smart. Way to go, Yama.

 

"We all know that deep down Sasuke loves you very much, considering that you are his last family, and vice versa - not counting the one he wants to kill," Kakashi added, eye curving, "He wouldn't have the heart to kill you,"

 

I rolled my eyes. Stupid person, "...Well whatever. I was thinking we could deal with this tomorrow… but now is as good as time as ever I suppose.” I paused, examining Kakashi's expressive carefully. He wasn't revealing anything, it seemed. “Are you… serious?”

 

Kakashi's eye blinked slowly at me. “What makes you think I wasn't?” I rolled my eyes. “I dunno…”

 

“Did you even seriously think about it yet?”

 

At that, I laughed sheepishly. “Um… yeah. About five seconds ago.”

 

Silence.

 

I looked at him to find him staring blankly at me. “What?” I demanded. A few seconds later he started to laugh. And not his usual chuckle either, but a full out laugh. “What!” I repeated impatiently.

 

 

 

 

“That's so like he.” He answered humorously. Kakashi rubbed the side of his face. “What were you doing all this time, if not thinking about it?” I managed to suppress the annoyed feeling creeping up and pointed a finger at him. “Cleaning up after the mess you left for me! What do you think?”

 

“Oho?” Kakashi teased. “I figured dealing with your cute little brother is your mess and not mine.” I managed to grab a handful of snow and throw it at him. It missed him. Of course. “It was you that left anyway...” I retorted.

 

"Che, Hatake. Kakashi," a voice muttered. We both whipped to my left- his right.

 

A figure emerged from the tree line, revealing a red and black cloak with clouds. Long, dark hair tied in a ponytail. Sharingan eyes.

 

Uchiha Itachi.

 

Almost immediately, Kakashi had pulled up his head protector and had a kunai out, with me behind him. I jerked in surprise. Why the hell did he have to move so fast? I don't think I've ever witnessed Kakashi's true power. I could've back when he fought Zabuza, but I had passed out then. And when you're passed out, you can't exactly observe things.

 

"Itachi..." Kakashi snarled, glaring at the missing-nin.

 

Itachi laughed, "Since when did you hit on younger girls, Hatake?" I frowned. That... tone... he almost sounded like Sasuke from before. From when Sasuke was yelling at Kakashi and I. Okay then, I guess that answer my question of whether or not Itachi realized who I was. Time to check that off when I had the chance to do so later.

 

Kakashi smirked, "Protective, aren't we?"

 

“So you do know then?” I asked curiously.

 

What caught Kakashi and I by surprise was when Itachi laughed himself. Not an evil laugh, not a possessed laugh, but a genuine one, a real laugh. We both stared at him in amazement, shocked.

 

"She is coming with me, whether you like it or not," Itachi said finally, eyes clashing with Kakashi's eyes. Sharingan clashing against Sharingan. Kakashi growled in reply.

"Not until you get through me."

 

Itachi paused, eyes flashing, a smirk adorning his face.

 

"Fine then. I will."

 

A few seconds later, I choked as Kakashi fell to his knees, eyes wide. I glanced at Itachi, only to see him smirking at the fallen leaf-nin. Oi! Don't tell me there was this far of a difference in strength between the two! Or was Kakashi not paying attention? I'm going to kill you when you wake up for worrying me you stupid Copy-nin!

 

I dropped to my knees, shaking Kakashi's shoulder, "Kakashi! Wake up ass up!” I whispered softly. He didn't answer and his eyes slipped completely shut, his body falling limp against me. "Kakashi!"

 

Itachi advanced on me, his red eyes watching me carefully. Trying to hold Kakashi's weight, I stood, stumbling, and backed away from him.

 

"He won't be waking for a while." he said softly. "Come with me."

 

Was he being serious? Who would just walk off with an S-class ninja? “No.” I said simply. Itachi's eyebrows rose slightly and his eyes narrowed, "You will come with me, whether it is willingly or by force." I bit my lip, not daring to answer, nor talk.

 

My gaze fell on Kakashi once again. 'Kakashi...'

I jumped up, feeling his presence right beside me, and leapt back, taking Kakashi's body with me - and he wasn't a light load, either. I glanced up at Itachi. “What is it Akatsuki wants with me?”

 

Itachi didn't answer, but focused his gaze on me, "You will come with me now." he repeated tonelessly, eyes meeting mine. His eyes turned to black. I blinked, taken aback. Why had he deactivated his sharingan? He managed to quirk his lips. “Let's see how far you've come, shall we?” Itachi disappeared.

 

Leaping back again, I landed by the memorial and deposited Kakashi gently against the stone. Then I teleported myself back near Itachi. There really was no point running away. The best I could do was slow him down until someone realized something was wrong. I knew that Sasuke would come looking for me as soon as— Oh wait. Sasuke coming here is a bad idea after all. Well whatever, I'll do what I can until someone notices. They've got to have patrol groups out after all.

 

I snatched a kunai out, glaring at Itachi and bringing out my Sharingan.

 

"Sharingan!" I would have to be careful. It was a big risk to use my sharingan while he was a sharingan user as well. There was no telling if I would black out again.

 

Itachi watched me carefully, not alarmed at all. I scowled. Did he not think of me as any threat at all? Suddenly he disappeared and my eyes widened in surprise. There was no way I was going to beat him! Fortunately, I could see the wisps of chakra of his pathway and it was leading...

Behind me!

I whirled around, narrowly dodging a punch and blocking a kunai. I had my hand clamped around his left wrist and our kunais' were still together, quivering from the pressure.

 

"Not bad.” He whispered.

 

He leapt back and I did the same, watching him in confusion. I still had no idea why Akatsuki wanted me, but it didn't look like I had any time to find out either.

 

… And they couldn't have found out, because I haven't told anyone yet. No one. All they would know was that I was a foreign traveler. That was all the information that the Hokage had released. Unless… My eyes narrowed. Unless Itachi somehow knew. But I couldn't see how. He was young when I had been taken away.

 

And if they did know somehow, there was no way I was going to give it to them... I mean, even though we had all this good technology back in our world... these were still ninjas we were talking about. Unleashing them into my world was like letting rabid dog on the loose. I've covered this all before. Humans are all the same; they seek world domination. It's what causes war.

 

Itachi flashed to a spot in front of me, forcing me whip my arm up to block a kick, before narrowly dodging to the side to barely miss a punch. But his last hit got me - straight in the shoulder. I winced as his kunai dug into my left shoulder, thrusting out my own kunai but only nicked the air.

 

We both backed off; him calmly wiping off a drop of blood from his cheek (from my wound splattering) and me clutching my shoulder, feeling it already start to bleed heavily. My arm was already going numb with the pain. Fuck, did he hit a nerve or something?

 

I was mainly reduced to using only defense. He was way to strong for me. And he didn't even have his Sharingan activated! All I could do was defend. I bit my lip. Should I use ninjutsu? He was definitely outdoing me with taijutsu. Genjutsu was out of the question, of course. He was a god at that.

 

Now was as good as a time as any. I found myself glancing back at Kakashi. `Shit, I hope your okay…' I needed some sort of distraction. The trees? I scanned them carefully, and made the horrible mistake of taking my eyes off of Itachi.

 

“Katon: Goukakyou no Jutsu!” That was one honking fucking huge fire ball coming for me! I flipped back, once, twice. Shit! Tree! Oh wait, this might be good—

 

Pushing chakra down my legs I leapt up and swung myself around a branch with my good arm. Two seconds later the fire slammed into the tree trunk, sending a blast of hot air up towards me. Coughing from the smoke, I managed to launch myself to a nearby tree and landed safely at the foot of it. I whirled around in a full circle, my eyes wide. Where was he?

 

A hand slammed into my side and I went flying, landing several meters away. No other pain could describe how much it hurt. Even the times I had gotten my ass handed to me by Zabuza and Haku couldn't even compare. If I wasn't mistaken, he had injected some of his chakra in that blow. I didn't even want to see the damage he did— it was that painful.

 

Rolling over onto my side with a cringe, I pushed myself a few feet off the ground and hacked out what seemed to be a quart of blood. It was a lot of blood. Too much, and the battle had barely even begun. I stood fully, trembling.

 

I had to do this quick if I was going to do it now. He wasn't giving me all that many chances. I brought my shaking hands together. Dog, horse, dragon.

 

“Katon: Houka Boruto!” (fire bolt) Chakra began to gather at my palms which were facing outwards. Two seconds later a bolt of fire shot out, directly towards what I thought was Itachi. I know, what I thought was Itachi. And if I missed him, there was no big deal; I just needed to get him away from the smoke. It was beginning to block a lot of my vision.

 

And the other reason I used a fire bolt was because it wasn't like a giant fire ball (like the Jutsu he had just thrown at me), it was a smaller ball of fire that was followed by a stream of fire. It was dark out, and I needed to scope out the surrounds. What was left of the lights around the clearing wasn't much— Itachi's fucking gigantor of a fireball took out most of them. And his damn fire didn't even have the decency to at least burn brighter!

 

There! I spotted movement left of my stream of fire and sped to the right. My intuition was right, because a mere second later a kunai with an exploding tag attached landed in the snow where I had been.

 

I barely managed to mutter out, “Shit—!” before all hell broke loose. The explosion took me completely off guard. It had been way too big to be just an exploding tag. What had caused— well duh. My fire. It had fed to the explosion.

 

Somersaulting through the air and managing to land softly behind some bushes, I head yells coming from my right. Squinting, I managed to see people moving along the rooftops toward us. If I had to guess, they were about five minutes away. And if you're asking how I saw them… we were in a village you know. There are lights. Only the clearing I was in was dark.

 

My left leg gave out and I fell to one knee. It must have been the explosion. My legs had been the closest, after all. My right eye was starting to act up as well… I wonder why? In the next moment something answered my questioned. Itachi moved out from the smoke, his eyes red. My eyes widened and he disappeared. Wincing, I closed my hurting right eye and tried to spot him with my left.

 

How did he move so fast?

 

Oh wait… his Sharingan was activated.

 

…

 

So as mine.

 

Oh shit—

 

All hell broke loose.

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

Sasuke jerked his head up, alarmed. He surveyed his room carefully, even though he knew that nothing was threatening him in his own house. Something else was though... Something was terribly wrong...

 

Naruto, who was beside him, quickly slurping from a cup of ramen noodles, noticed his alarmed aura, "Whad's drong?" he spoke, food still in his mouth. Sasuke didn't answer, instead, his eyes hardened.

 

He stood immediately, stalking over to the door.

 

"Sasuke?! Where are you going?" Naruto stood, setting his ramen cup down.

 

Sasuke turned his head back briefly, "Something's wrong... I have this feeling...”

 

Naruto, surprised that Sasuke hadn't insulted him like he usually did, tried to rouse him, "What are you talking about, Sasuke-moron?!"

 

“I don't know… but something—” An explosion that rocked the house cut him off. Sasuke grabbed the doorframe as Naruto yelped and stumbled, falling against the couch. They both stared at each other as the trembles stopped.

 

Sasuke raced out the door, Naruto at his heels. As the cold air hit him, he immediately knew that something was wrong. He could smell smoke… and see fire. It wasn't far, but it wasn't close either. If he had to guess, it was about five minutes away.

 

Naruto pointed slowly. Sasuke followed his gaze. They weren't alone. Others had noticed the explosion as well. Iruka landed beside them. “Sasuke! Naruto!”

 

“Iruka-sensei!” Naruto called. The blonde jogged towards their Academy school teacher. “So you felt it too?” Sasuke rolled his eyes. You'd have to be dead to not have felt that. “It came from the east.” Sasuke said suddenly. “Isn't that where the Memorial is?”

 

Naruto suddenly paled. “Didn't Yama-chan say she was going to take a walk?” Sasuke snorted. “So?”

 

“I saw her walk in that direction…”

 

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. Naruto and Iruka jumped, startled when Sasuke sped off. They glanced at each other, and followed.

 

When they arrived (and true to Sasuke's guess) five minutes later, they found that other shinobi were already swarming the place. Sasuke's eyes narrowed. His gaze hardened when he saw the familiar destruction that led straight towards the tree line. Only one jutsu he knew would do that kind of damage. `Goukakyou no Jutsu…' He thought slowly.

 

Naruto suddenly started calling him. “Sasuke! Over here! Here!”

 

Sasuke leapt and landed beside Naruto. “What is it?” Naruto held up a forehead protector. Snatching it, he examined the inside. U-ma-ri. Ya-ma. Clenching his fist around it, he glanced left to see a few shinobi huddled near the memorial.

 

“Kakashi? Oi! Kakashi!” Sasuke's eyes widened and he headed over.

 

When he arrived, he saw his teacher, pale and unconscious. Pushing through the crowd, Sasuke shook Kakashi. “Oi. What happened?” He snapped. His teacher didn't respond. Sasuke felt hands pulled at him.

 

“Sasuke.” He looked up. It was a medic-nin. “Let me look at him.”

 

Sasuke backed away and surveyed the clearing again. It was a total wreck. Burn marks skidding across the grass and parts of the trees, earth dug up, and several trees knocked over.

 

What had happened here? What—who had beaten Kakashi so easily?

 

Or maybe his stupid sensei was just being careless. It wouldn't really surprise him if that was what had happened. But more importantly, where was his sister?

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

“Nii-san!” What was this? Why was everything so… blurry? Where was I?

 

“Sasuke.” My mind froze when I heard that. I had said that. My mouth had opened up and said that. But I never told myself to say anything like that! I blinked and suddenly everything seemed clear. I whirled around. A very small Sasuke was staring up at me. What the—?!

 

“Nii-san! Will you help me train with shuriken today?” Sasuke leapt up at me and clung to my neck. Oof. Sasuke, even at that age, you are heavy. Now get off. But of course, the little Sasuke couldn't hear me. What was going on?

 

The last thing I remembered was… seeing Itachi's red eyes. Wait, my sharingan had been activated as well! Did the same thing happen again? Like what had happened when Kakashi had activated his sharingan while I had mine activated?

 

“Maybe later.”

 

Sasuke let out a whine and I patted him on the head and flicked his forehead. “Next time, okay?” I felt my arms wrap around him and set him on the ground. Sasuke pouted, staring up at me and rubbing the spot where I had flicked him. “Go home now, Sasuke. It's getting late.” I turned around and started walking towards the forest. “Wait! What about you, nii-san?”

 

“I have something to take care of. Go on ahead, Sasuke.” Sasuke nodded and darted off.

 

I felt my lips whisper, “Tonight. It all starts tonight.”

 

What was going on? This wasn't me. My best guess by now was that I was seeing through Itachi's eyes. But why?

 

The scene blurred and I blinked but to effect. What was going on now? It was like I was standing in complete darkness. I made a full circle. All black.

 

And then suddenly, like a zoom in button had been pressed, I found myself staring up at a large building. The Uchiha fan was on the door. I saw my left hand reach out and push it open. A gust of wind blew past, sending a few loose leaves from a nearby tree skittering into the sky. Was this…?

 

It was. It was the Uchiha complex. So had Itachi decided to go home now? The moon was already up— how late was it? Deciding to settle down and watch, I began to look around (in the vision that was provided to me, of course). I had never been to the Uchiha compound, not yet anyway. Sasuke had yet to bring me to the library there.

 

I watched as we entered the first building on the left. A kitchen. Entering another door, we faced a long, dark hallway. We entered the first room on the right. Someone was sleeping, I noticed. Another second passed and a kunai appeared near the lower left of my vision—wait! That was my hand… holding that.

 

What was Itachi—

 

No. No, this wasn't happening. In one slice, blood splattered across the room. The victim had made no noise. Killed in his sleep. I could feel the warm blood running down my face. Of all things to witness… why the hell did I have to witness this?! I know I'm going to witness death sooner or later… but it's a bit different when the killer is… my own hands.

 

I don't want to see this.

 

The next room… a child.

 

Slice!

 

I don't want to see this! But I had no say in it. I couldn't close my eyes, I couldn't avert my gaze. I was just… there…

 

Room after room, building after building. Body after body.

 

I let out a scream.

 

I bolted upright, panting heavily. I could feel cold sweat running down my forehead. Everything was black again. Where was I? I tensed immediately when I felt a presence beside me. Who was it? My eyes… they were bandaged. I raised my hand to touch the cold cloth. What the—?

 

“You're awake.” I flinched at the voice and tried to flip away from it. That didn't succeed too well. My body wasn't cooperating. Everything seemed sore. “So… you saw it.” Itachi's voice said quietly.

 

Coughing, I tried to speak, but froze when I felt his cold hand on my forehead.

 

The last thing I remember was hearing his voice. “Go back to sleep.”

 

…

 

I opened my eyes slowly and blinked, feeling myself coming back to the living world. Uh... what had happened? I felt like I had a huge hangover...

Boom!

 

I shot up straight, memories hitting me like a truck slamming into me at 50 miles per hour. Eyes wide, I glanced around to see myself in a well furnished room with intricate decorations.

 

Wherever I was... the people who lived here must have a lot of money. I was lying on a soft, black silk bed, covered with thick covers. Glancing briefly outside, I noted that it was still snowing. A window!

 

That told me that the fact that I was still close to Konoha was possible, since it had been snowing there as well. Unless... I was taken to the Snow Country… or something.

 

Deciding not to think about that, I pushed the covers off and found myself unnerved when I saw that I wasn't in my usual clothes. Okay… I was in a white silk long sleeved top and bottoms. My hand twitched. Well, at least I wasn't in shabby clothes. I blinked. Oh wait… was what happened last night a dream? I balled my fists together and rubbed my eyes thoroughly. Well let's forget about that. I needed to figure out what was going on right now.

 

I blinked to clear my vision. Well, here's some bad news...

 

I don't see any of my weapons or battle gear around. That meant no kunai, exploding tags, shuriken… and no forehead protector.

 

Clucking my tongue in annoyance, I froze when I heard footsteps. My eyes wide, I stared as the door to my left slid open, revealing... Itachi.

 

Itachi only watched me silently, before walking in with a plate of food in his hands. "You are awake,"

 

Growling, I jumped out of bed, nearly regretting it when I felt my left leg give in. I ground my teeth together. Fucking pain! Yes, I was definitely regretting it now. I could feel sharp pain in my left shoulder as well. I glanced over and pushed my shirt aside slightly to see bandages. Oh yes, the spot where Itachi had shoved a kunai into me.

 

How long has it been? I turned to glare at Itachi. I felt so weak.

“You've been here for four days.”

Four days?!

 

What the hell did he do that put me out for four days?! Was it something he did that one night? That one night I saw those… images?

 

“I used my sharingan to allow you to sleep.” Itachi said quietly. “You needed it… after seeing that.”

 

'Is he reading my mind?' I stared at him incredulously and was even more shocked when he answered.

 

"No, I am not reading your mind. I am simply reading your emotions." he answered emotionlessly, "You are too easy to read... Onee-chan.” I stared at him.

 

I winced. It sounded weird coming from him. I scooted back; suddenly afraid of what he was going to do with me, since this was the man that had wiped out his entire clan... except for Sasuke. He was also the man who kicked my ass four days ago, apparently.

 

Itachi gave me an amused look, "I'm not going to hurt you," he started to advance on me, placing the tray of foot on a table by the bed.

 

Without realizing it, I blurted out, "Then what are you doing?!"

 

He paused, now standing right in front of me.

 

"Giving you back something that should have never been taken away before."

 

Promptly, I felt cool hands on my forehead and I felt darkness consume me once again…

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

I blinked in confusion, finding myself in a dark hall. Slowly, I stepped down the hall, feeling a pull - and with this pull, I followed it. This pull wanted me to see something... Not this again… But at least this time I was able to move on my own.

 

The feeling stopped in front of a door and I slowly pushed it open, finding myself in a regular bedroom. But, I had a very peculiar feeling that this room was very familiar... very...

 

There were two figures in the corner. One was a young girl and the other was a younger boy.

 

I frowned, tiptoeing closer, noting that they didn't even appear to see me at all.

 

The boy looked very much like Sasuke - and I paused. Was this... was this Itachi? The girl... She had black hair, with red highlights, and brown eyes... Focusing more closely, I saw a scar on her forehead. Startled, I stood stock still.

 

Sore wa... Instinctively, I reached up to my forehead, touching the spot where I knew that exact scar was located. I traced it slowly.

 

That was... that was me!!

 

I stared.

 

"Ne, Onee-chan!" the smaller boy piped up. "Will I ever be a great ninja like otou-san?"

 

"Bah, Tachi-kun," the girl muttered, "You'll be an even better ninja than Otou-san."

 

"I heard that."

 

Both of them yelped and I turned around- only to see... a younger version of my father— Uchiha Fugaku. I stared at him. It's been so long since I've seen… my father alive. All I had left to revise my memories was that photo… and even it was blurry. I felt my eyes tear up and I hastily wiped them away.

 

"Otou-san..." I murmured softly. He walked right through me and I grimaced. Now that felt really weird. As if... as if someone was just downright disturbing your privacy. You all know how that feels, ne? Bursting your bubble... Walking right through you. Heck - just this really disturbing feeling, and it made me shudder and shiver at the same time.

 

"You two should be in bed," Fugaku muttered, throwing both of the children stern looks, "Now, off to bed!" I stared at him. Was he—?

 

"Iiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" the girl whined, "I don't wannnaaaaaaaaa!"

 

I rolled my eyes. If I had guessed right, and this was indeed 'me', I have never thought of myself as really, really whiny... But here it was, proof that I was.

 

"Yama-chan."

 

"Okay, okay" the smaller version of me squeaked, "I'm going!" With a small smile at her younger brother, she was gone and out the door.

 

"Itachi, you too."

 

Itachi frowned, but did as told, climbing into bed and pulling the covers up to his neck. Fugaku, after tucking him in, turned and walked out the door.

 

I stared at the younger version of Itachi. He really didn't look that bad at all... he was just like a regular kid. I wonder what made him do what he did later in life. I could feel myself tearing up again. What had gone so wrong with the clan? Why had whatever it was… happened?

"I did what I did, because I had to," a toneless voice said from behind me.

 

I whipped around, seeing Itachi, standing there himself. He could read my mind? That was rude...

 

"You!" I hissed, "Where am I? And why did you bring me here?"

 

"You do want your memories back, do you not?"

Memories...

 

I hesitated. Yes, I kind of did. I wanted to see what kind of a childhood I had before the one I remembered. I wanted to know how father really was. I wanted to know how I ended up living with the Uchiha's if I was only half-blooded. I wanted to know… everything.

 

I raised my head and stared into Itachi's red eyes. “What I want to know… is why you killed the entire clan…” I whispered carefully. “It wasn't really… for power, was it?”

 

Itachi's eyes turned cold. “No.” I think his answered surprised me a lot. I had always believed that Uchiha Itachi was a cold man. But if not for power, why did he slaughter the clan? “I cannot answer you.” He finished quietly. “Maybe after you learn more, but it will only endanger you now.” I watched as his eyes faded to black. His eyes softened. “I have missed you, nee-san.”

 

I took a hesitant step forwards. I was standing in front of him, and even though he was younger he was still a few inches taller than me. I was startled when I felt two arms wrap around my waist in return and a face burrowed into my shoulder. It was a little strange, because he was taller than me and had to bend his back slightly.

 

"I missed you..." he whispered, "They took you away from me..." I think that that was the last straw and the tears just came flooding out. Sobbing hysterically, I used my free arm (since he had my other arm was trapped by his embrace) to wipe the tears away frantically. Fucking emotions were toying with me.

 

To think I could've been living a normal life with a mother, a father and two siblings. And with more relatives than I could count. What had happened? What had happened to you, Itachi, to make you annihilate them all? It didn't seem like you did it… why do you seem so kind now? And why the fuck am I even crying? It's not like I ever knew any of the clan…

 

I was confused, tired and crying my eyes out. I don't think this day could get any worse. For a girl, anyway. I think I need some chocolate or something.

 

“The clan does not deserve your tears.” His voice came above my left ear. He leaned back and I felt one of his arms raise and wipe the tears from my right cheek. “It doesn't deserve your pity and despair.”

 

I wasn't sure, but I think I was still crying. I know, it sounds funny— how could you not know if you're crying? “How… h-how can you say that?” I let out a half-sob; half snort (if that was even possible). “How could you just… just walk into their houses and kill them? Kill kids?!” I shoved him away. I can't believe I almost fell for his sincerity. He had killed kids, and I had witnessed it. He had killed elders, adults… everyone. Everyone except Sasuke. “And how could you leave Sasuke all alone like that!?” I was yelling now. “If you had any remorse, you might as well have killed him too! Do you know what he went through? Being alone at seven years old! Learning that his own brother killed their family and entire clan!?”

 

Oh, I was definitely still crying. It was angry crying. I'm pretty sure that any emotion could be coupled with crying. But I think angry crying was probably the worse kind of crying that could happen. That was because no matter how angry you tried to sound, no matter how pissed off you wanted the other person to know you were; you just couldn't sound mad. I mean, how can you sound mad when you're one heaving, sobbing and sniffling mess? I think my yelling was more of a wailing too. Funny to watch; definitely not funny to experience.

 

And you know what? Itachi, you can kill my ass too. Put me out of my miserable, angry, crying mess. I covered my face again, trying to quell the tears. I think I needed to go sleep or something. I jumped when I felt two hands grip both my arms tightly. “Don't say that.” The voice was strained. “Don't you ever say that.”

 

I sniffled. I think I was done crying now. Thank god that was over. I dropped my hands and stared blurrily at his face. My eyes hurt. And that really didn't come to a surprise. I don't think I've cried this hard in years. Itachi was watching me with worried eyes. Was he trying to fool me again?

 

“I would never try to trick you.” Damn, you have to stop doing that. I know I'm in your little illusion and all… but you reading my thoughts is starting to get to be a little unnerving. “I apologize.” He whispered. I saw him hesitate. “It was… a mission.” His voice was tight. I blinked at him. A mission? What was? His… the whole clan ending up dead? What did he mean?

 

Itachi didn't answer, tightening his grip around me. “I will answer more later.” He said quietly. When I looked around again, I saw the darkness fade and we were standing back in the room again.

 

There was a knock on the door and Itachi abruptly pulled away from me, his face turning emotionless once again. I gave my eyes another quick rub.

 

I had just been a crying, sobbing mess on the Uchiha Itachi. I was yelling at him. Screaming at him. I stared at my own hands. I think I even hit him a couple times too! Damn! What was wrong with me? He could've killed me!

 

Although I admit, maybe it was time I let out a little bit of steam. It was a little too much for me. I mean, like, in the few months I had been interrogated, almost killed, kissed, found out I had family still alive besides my mother, and now this. Just a little stressful, no? I think the life of a ninja is way too fast-paced.

 

“Your other memories will return in time.” Itachi said quietly. “Father locked them away when he sent you off.” That still didn't answer anything. Why was I sent off again? Ah, never mind. I remember. It was because of my blood. Questions stood on the tip of my tongue, but I was unsure of whether or not I wanted to ask him.

 

Why did he bring me here?

 

Did he know what was wrong with my sharingan?

And above all, where the fuck am I? That problem still hasn't been addressed yet.

 

He was still staring at me. “What was that earlier?” he asked suddenly. I frowned and sniffed. Apparently despite my harsh crying in the illusion it still affected my physical body. I stared back at him. Did he mean my crying? I'm pretty sure you can figure that out, genius. “Earlier… when your sharingan reacted and caused you to see… that.” Oh.

 

Blink.

 

Blink, blink.

 

Are you trying to tell me you don't know?! You're the last hope I had except for those damn scrolls! And I don't want to hunt through thousands of scrolls!

 

There was a second knock at the door and Itachi blinked, turning away from me. Itachi now stood a few feet from me, staring grimly at the door. "Come in."

 

The door opened, revealing a shark like man whose beady eyes watched me carefully, before addressing Itachi. I turned away. My eyes were probably swollen and red (if I could feel the affects, then it probably made my eyes red too). "The council calls for a meeting, no exceptions." Itachi nodded briefly and shark-man left, leaving us alone again.

 

He turned to me, "You should eat." he nodded to the plate of food, "I won't be back for a few hours, stay in this area - you don't want to be meeting any others. They won't be as considerate as Kisame is." Kisame? Was that the shark-guy?

 

I almost snorted. That guy? Considerate? But then again...

 

I nodded and he left, leaving me by myself. I yawned - and almost laughed at myself. I had slept for a total of four days and I was still tired? But oh well. Crying does that to you. And what was it with me and knock-outs? I wouldn't have enough fingers to count how many times I had been knocked out.

 

I was sure that this was doing some sort of damage to my brain - but I could only guess at what kind of damage it was doing.

 

I stared silently at the food. It wasn't that bad of a food, but it didn't look too good either. Well, I paused slightly before starting to eat it - I mean, why would Itachi poison me, anyhow? Well actually, considering my emotion overload earlier… he might.

 

Settling down on a spot on the side of the bed, I carefully lifted the chopsticks to my lips, realizing just how hungry I was. Swallowing a bite of rice, I winced as I felt my shoulder tense up. I was really sore there.

 

Pushing back my sleeve, I now stared at a bandaged shoulder; the white cloth tinged a light red. It was bleeding again. Deciding that I didn't want to deal with it right now, I sighed and stared out the window. I think I want to sleep forever or something. I touched the wound lightly again and I pulled my long sleeved shirt back up, lifting my chopsticks up again.

 

Looks like I won't be moving around much - unless I wanted to injure my shoulder again.

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

An hour later...

 

I sighed as I ventured out into the hall. I couldn't stay in there forever - there was nothing to do! Besides... I wouldn't be in any kind of trouble - everyone was at that one meeting, right? No exceptions?

 

I'd be finnnneee...

 

I turned left, seeing a door that led outside at the end of the hall. Maybe some fresh air would do me good. I continued to scan around me, careful of any people that I would see. You could never be too careful.

 

Besides, I had already guessed that I was at the Akatsuki. There was no doubt about that fact. I glanced around curiously, pushing open the door, surprised that the outdoors' in Akatsuki wasn't all that bad. It was well kept for, that was for sure. The grass was a lush green and trees were plentiful. There was even a stream running through the trees. I was on a balcony-like structure. I walked to the edge, and felt my chest tighten. Shit. Where the hell was I?

 

Nothing but buildings. Buildings and then beyond that… nothing. I couldn't see anything. I darted to the edge of the balcony, peering behind. Same thing. Where the hell was I and how was I suppose to get back to Konoha?!

 

I sighed audibly, leaning against a tree and sinking to the ground. There was no point worrying about it now. I was stuck here anyway. And it didn't look like I was going to be going anywhere any time soon. I had seen other ninja below. Each had forehead protectors, a slash through the middle. Was this a ninja for missing-nins? I pulled my knees close to my body and rolled my head against them.

 

Damn it Kakashi. Wake your ass up and come save me or something. I don't mind you saving me a fourth time. I wondered it he was doing okay. I remember from the anime that when he encountered Itachi he ended up unconscious and not waking up. It had been Tsunade who had fixed him. How would he wake up? Assuming that Itachi did the same thing, that is.

 

Fuck did I ever miss him. And I missed Sasuke. And Naruto. And Sakura. I felt so alone here. And now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever really been alone. Usually one of Team 7 was with me, except when I wanted to be alone. And I sure as hell did not want to be alone right now.

 

If I get home right now, maybe I'll even consider trying it with Kakashi. I think it was his presence I missed the most actually. I'm not sure it it's actually a like, or love, but I definitely missed the asshole. Even his annoying attitude.

 

I burrowed my face into my knees, feeling tired and worn out. I just wasn't built for this kind of life. Maybe I should have taken the opportunity and looked through those damn scrolls more so I could maybe find a way back home. I think I took the life I had back then for granted. If I somehow got back, I sure as hell won't be doing that anymore.

 

Sure, I loved adventure. I liked change.

 

But not so much... as to deal with crap like this.

 

And now I had to deal with Akatsuki. Itachi wasn't that bad... now that I remembered just how close our relationship was. He seemed like he was in his right track of mind. But... I haven't really met any of the other Akatsuki members yet... and I don't think I want to. I don't even know if they even know that I'm here! Wait. I shot straight up. What if they didn't know that I was here?! Is that… why Itachi asked me to stay in the room? Crap. Okay… I think it's time to go back now.

 

I froze. I could feel another presence on the balcony. Shit, Itachi, that had better be you. Or Kisame. I can deal with the shark-dude too. But no one else… please.

 

I turned slowly, and stared into snake slit eyes. Definitely not fucking Itachi. Or sharky-man either.

 

A slow hiss.

 

"Ssssssoooo... this is what Uchiha Itachi brought back? Interessssting... Jussst interesssting..."

 

A tongue flit out, twirling around slowly, causing me yelp sharply and leap back.

Awww, shit. Kami, why do you do this to me?

 

To be continued…

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

XoXSilverDragonXoX

 

Revised August 14, 2008