Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Everlasting Nightmare ❯ Uninterupted ( Chapter 4 )

 

Chapter 4

 

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Keys rattled in the hall as their owner fumbled with them to insert the correct-key into the knob to unlock the door and gain entry, finally the knob turned and swung open allowing Hisoka to walk inside with an arm full of bagged groceries as she closes the door behind herself.

 

She quietly steps into the kitchen and sets the bag onto the counter before walking down the hallway towards the room belonging to the youngest of the residences of the apartment, upon opening the door she finds the bed neatly-made and unoccupied.

 

“Where did he go…?”, she mutters.

 

“Sasuke's already left”, she heard the eldest-resident reply from behind her, “He headed to the training grounds nearly an hour ago”

 

“But without breakfast?”, she questions, turning towards her boyfriend.

 

“It's Kakashi-san's bell-test, under orders not to eat”, he yawns, hobbling on his crutches to the table.

 

“He's just going to torture himself with an empty-stomach. Kakashi is always going to show-up late”

 

“Funny, considering the reason he's always late is within the very training-grounds he's testing them in”, he lightly chuckles, as he carefully minds his foot as he takes a seat, “Do you have to work today?”

 

“Fortunately I don't, the Hokage gave me the next few days off”, she replies, putting the cans and other multiple food-items where they belonged.

 

“You requested the time off, didn't you?”, he responds, causing her to momentarily tense-up, “I knew it…”

 

“You read me far too well”, she nervously laughs, looking at him from over her shoulder, finally realizing his shirtless-states that made her cheeks turn bright-red, but before she could redirect her vision elsewhere, her Emerald-orbs found themselves focusing on a patch of extremely-pale jagged-skin, `The scar from that night…', she mentally frowns.

 

 

 

 

 

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“Hisoka-chan, I'd like to be the first to congratulate you on achieving the rank of Chunin!”, the Third-Hokage praises, “Your parents should be proud”

 

“Thank you, Hokage-sama”, she bows, while kneeling on the floor in front of the elderly-man, her honey-blonde hair secured in a high-ponytail.

 

“Now go enjoy your week off before your new rank becomes official”

 

“Yes, sir!”, she nods, before rising to her feet and turns to leave.

 

“Oh, and one more thing, Hisoka-chan”

 

“Hmm?”, she murmurs, stopping to glance back at him.

 

“Be sure to inform Itachi-kun of your promotion”, he adds, causing a blush to consume her face.

 

“Y-y-yes sir…”, she stammers, before rushing out.

 

 

 

A Few Minutes Later

 

 

 

 

`Oh Itachi-kun is going to be SO surprised when I tell the good news about my promotion!', she mentally giggles, as she ran towards the gates of the walled-compound, “But what would his father think of me; a girl he has never met before, for showing up on his door-step asking to see his eldest-son…?”, she thoughtfully mutters to herself, `Probably think I'm one of Itachi-kun's many stalker fan-girls from the academy…', she groans in her head, as she runs through the gates onto the main-road of the compound.

 

“What the…?”, she gasps, slowing her run into a stumbling-walk, “Why are all the lights out…?”, she self asks, walking further down the road towards the large house that she knew her closest-friend lived, only to stop suddenly and cover her mouth in horror at the sight of the bloodied slain bodies of Itachi's kin sprawled all over the road, some even hanging out of shattered-windows, “Oh my god!”, she whimpers, backing away as if she was reliving a reoccurring nightmare.

 

`Itachi…!', a voice in the back of her mind screams out, reminding her of the reason she was there in the first place.

 

“I need to inform someone of this…”, she whispers, quickly forming seals with her hands and after a momentary poof of smoke an exact copy of herself stood beside her, “I need you to go tell Hokage-sama and anyone else you can find what is going on here”, she orders her clone, trying to keep her voice steady, earning a nod of understanding from the clone before it started running back in the direction the original had come from, `That's one thing taken care of…', she mentally sighs, resuming her journey towards the house of the Clan's headman.

 

“I can only pray that Itachi and his family are alright…”, she pants, as she continues to run.

 

“Hisoka… Hisoka…?”, she could hear someone distantly calling to her.

 

 

 

 

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“Hisoka… Hisoka…?”, Itachi repeats, snapping the young woman out of her flash-back induced stupor.

 

“Huh… Wha…?”, she blinks.

 

“You started recalling the night of that incident again, didn't you?”, he questions, as he rests his elbow onto the table.

 

“Yeah…”, she mutters, “We knew each-other for about 9-years when it happened, and I never once did meet your father”

 

“That probably would of freaked him out, considering he thought I didn't even have one friend outside of the Clan”, he chuckles.

 

“Well, your father aside. Do you still remember when we met?”

 

“How could I forget, you practically ambushed me by the lake”

 

“I couldn't help it, you were sitting there all alone looking adorably-cute”

 

“Funny coming from someone who was three-years old at the time…”

 

“And you were four years old, what's a little girl to think when she sees you?”

 

“You may be right…”, he admits, lightly blushing.

 

 

 

 

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A young child sits on the bank of a lake beneath a large tree, his pale-onyx black-hair was barely long enough to tie back in a low-ponytail while his bangs gently framed his face with clumps of hair draped across his forehead and above a pair of dark-grey eyes that vacantly stared at the water's surface. His dark-colored capris barely even reaching the middle of his shins with his knees folded up against the chest of his light-blue short-sleeved shirt, his hands were resting on the top of his knees.

 

“You `kay?”, he heard a very young child question from behind him, causing him you snap out of his daze and turn his head to acknowledge the speaker.

 

He sees a little girl; perhaps younger than himself, standing there wearing a red sun-dress and her chin-length wheat-blonde hair seemed to glow like honey in the sunlight that filtered through the branches while her emerald-green eyes stared at him quizzically.

 

“You `kay?”, she asks again, tilting her head in such a matter that the sections of her hair that were pigtailed bobbed and made her look like a little puppy.

 

“Who are you?”, he blinks, confused as to why someone was asking if he was alright.

 

“I `soka”, she answers with a huge grin, “Who you?”

 

“Itachi…”, he responds.

 

“Ita?”

 

“It's Itachi, Soka”

 

“I'm, Hi-so-ka”, she states, slowly sounding out the syllables of her own name, as her cheeks puff out in toddler anger.

 

“Hisoka?”

 

“'rect, Ita-chan!”, she nods, her grin quickly returning.

 

Itachi couldn't help but softly smile at the young-girl's antics as he watches as she takes a seat right next to him.

 

“You broke…?”, she suddenly says.

 

“Huh…?”, he gasps, staring at the girl in confusion.

 

“Broke in here?”, she questions, placing a hand over her heart.

 

“Broken…?”, he mutters, glancing down at his own chest, “What are you asking, Hisoka-chan?”

 

“You hurt…?”

 

“What the…?”, he blinks.

 

“I no like sleepy-people who no wake…”, she states, “You no like too?”

 

A look of pure terror spreads across his features at the words she spoke, `H-how did she know…?!', he thinks, staring at her in horror.

 

“Hisoka, there you are”, he heard another child say, causing him to look up and sees an older girl with shoulder-length blonde hair nearly the color of cream, but it was this girl's eyes that were the most interesting features on her, her right-eye was the same shade of emerald-green as Hisoka while her right-eye was amethyst.

 

“Who are you?”, he asks.

 

“Am Aoigyi Kurosaki, I see you've met my little sister; Hisoka”, she introduces.

 

 

 

 

 

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“Your Aneki, she…”, Itachi began.

 

“Yeah…”, Hisoka answers, “She was a little strange…”

 

“How long has it been?”

 

“It's been almost 10-years since she was taken”, she sadly states.

 

“I see…”, he mutters, “So, how's your little brother doing?”

 

“Kisuke? He's starting the Academy next year”

 

“How old is he now?”

 

“He's seven-years old; nearly eight, but annoying as hell”

 

“It's not easy being an older sibling”, he sighs.

 

“Easy for you to say, you didn't have to help change dirty-diapers”, she huffs.

 

“I guess you're right”, he laughs, knowing that it was true, he had only been 5-years old when Sasuke was born, “But my parents did leave me alone with him when he was 3-months old though…”, he adds.

 

“Oh, that must have been fun”, she sarcastically states.

 

“Luckily, he didn't need a diaper-change…”

 

“See? But enough with the diaper-talk”, Hisoka says, turning towards the stove, “I need to start breakfast”

 

“Forget about making breakfast…”, Itachi states, suddenly standing behind her without a sound; startling her with his quick-movement despite his broken-ankle, “We could always have brunch later…”, he whispers into her ear, causing shivers to travel up her spine, “Plus I want to pick up where we left off yesterday, koishii…”, he continues, beginning to trail kisses from the base of her neck up to her ear-lob, before gently turning her around and starts to place kisses up her throat to her lips.

 

“You're such a bad boy…”, she informs while gasping for air, “…for playing dirty…”, she adds, as her back is pressed up against the stove.

 

“Then I advise that you help me back into my room, so that we won't be so much in the open…”, he mutters.

 

“That… would be impossible for me to do that…”

 

“Why…?”

 

“Because you've driven the strength from my legs to the point that I can barely support myself…”, she replies leaning heavily on the stove.

 

“I see…”, he chuckles, lowering himself to the floor at her feet before helping her onto the floor next to him, “Then I guess we should finish what we started right here…”, he says, resuming with the loving-touches of lips and fingertips, reducing her to the same state of mindless-bliss she had been in the day-before.

 

 

 

 

 

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