Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Red Rose ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title: A Red Rose
Author: Isis101
Character Pairing: Itachi Uchiha and OC
Rating: M (violent content and coarse language)
Genre: Romance/General (also contains Angst)
Type: Continuous (Incomplete)
Universe: Canon
Spoilers: Will almost definitely include spoiler references to the most recent revelations: Itachi’s past, the Uchiha Clan’s past, the truth about the Uchiha Massacre, Madara, “Tobi”, and pretty much anything else that had anything to do with the time period of the Uchiha Massacre and the Third Shinobi War. Be warned.
Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters belong exclusively to Masashi Kishimoto and I do not profit from this work. Amaya belongs to me though, as she is my character. Please do not steal her.

IMPORATANT NOTE FOR PAST READERS!
A/N (06-27-13): First, let me apologize for the super long wait for this. I honestly didn’t expect it to take me this long. All I can say is: summer school and a full time work load over the summers, overload courses and part time work during the school year, my family moving to the middle of nowhere with extremely limited internet access (10 GB/per month shared by 6 people), my sister moving across the country, and just recently having to put my cat of 15 years to sleep have all hit me hard. But now I am a university graduate and, although I am working 48+ hours/week and will be going back to school again in September, I am slowly reviving my old works.
It will still be a slow process as I work to get everything on its feet, but it should also be steady, and I hope to be able to provide you all with regular posts starting shortly. In the meantime, here is the long awaited revised edition of ‘A Red Rose’ for you to enjoy while I outline the rest of it. You can also expect another chapter with some new material soon as it is already mostly finished with only a few pages to go.
As for the revision itself, essentially I’m asking you re-read everything. This is due to massive editing. I significantly altered important sections of this story that will affect the plot at large. So anyone who has already read ‘A Red Rose’, please, please, please re-read it. (Also, it’s been so long that you may have forgotten some stuff. I know that happens to me sometimes. :P )

For those of you who are new readers, please enjoy! :)

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My name is unimportant so I will not bother with introductions. I will, however, tell you this: my story; my legacy; my failures, my so-called-life. I share this because it is the truth – something which has become scarce in recent times – and I hope this record will serve to set some things right in the future. I write this in an effort to make the truth known to those who still believe all the lies which they have been told about the day that changed Konoha forever and the boy that set it in motion. But enough about the future. Now is the time to focus on the past – both my past and his.

I am an orphan and an honorary Uchiha. As of now, I am eighteen years old and still have not had a true lover in that sense of the word. Sure there were the odd admirers that tried to get closer to me but they all gave up eventually. One can only live with rejection for so long. Why, you ask? It is a long story so you might want to get comfortable. It all began when I was about twelve years old, though I still don’t know my exact age at the time.

It was at this time that my kekkei genkai activated itself, though I didn’t know it yet. You may think from my last name that I developed the Sharingan. Ha! I wish! No, I am not an Uchiha by blood. I wish I was, but it seems that was not meant to be. I don’t know what I am or where I’m from. Heck, I don’t even know who I am. I cannot remember anything preceding the day I got that special ability.

You might be wondering what the point of this story is if I don’t find out who I am throughout it, but you must understand that that is not the point of this tale. This is a story about truth and love and trust, and how I come to learn all three in a little village called Konoha. Here you will learn the truth for yourself, whether you chose to believe it or not.

I suppose I will begin where my memory begins: the day I woke up lost and alone with no history to speak of.

It was a bright, sunny day with large, puffy clouds in the sky. The first thing I can recall is awakening to the sun shining warmly on my face. It was about mid afternoon and, seeing as how I couldn’t remember anything, I didn’t know how long I had been laying there. I remember sitting up and looking around in curiosity. Even without my memories everything seemed different, odd, out of place. Like it wasn’t what I was used to. This sun was not my sun, too bright, too hot. This grass was not the kind that I had ever run with bare feet over simply for the pleasure of it. It was too soft to the touch, to vibrant a green. It was wrong, all wrong. I didn’t know why, it just was.

You don’t really know what it’s like to lose your memories nor can you possibly predict your reaction. I suppose that also depends on the circumstances you wake up to. Me, I just sat for a few minutes in what I can only presume was shock, trying to accept that I had no recollections of anything, ever. Once I had gotten that out of my system, I did what any rational person would do; I stood up, looked around at my surroundings, and tried to somehow figure out where I was with no memories whatsoever.

Impossible, I know, but I had to try. I was in some sort of clearing in what seemed to be a fairly large forest considering that I was surrounded by trees with no sign of it ending from what I could see. To me, it was like my birthday and I ended up guessing twelve because it seemed like the right age and it felt right, hence, my twelfth birthday. I relied a lot on my intuition in those days. In a way, I still do.

Deciding to find someone in the hopes that they would know me, I started off in search of civilization. How was I supposed to know I was heading in the opposite direction of the village? How was I expected to fathom that I was in serious and immediate danger because of heading that way? How in the world could I have possibly foresaw that I would end up meeting the boy who would change my life so drastically by boldly marching off into the depths of an unknown wood? I don’t know, but even if I had, I do know that I still would have gone.