Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ My Life ❯ Looking Back ( Chapter 2 )

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Summary: Sasuke is an assassin; he has not always been one though. He used to be just a normal man until his mother and brother were killed that is. His father is trying to kill him, because he refused a job in his business. He lives with his girlfriend who is not who she seems to be. She's also an assassin although he has no idea until an incident at a hospital where he was unable to defend himself. He has his father as an enemy and she has who?Well continue reading if you want to know.

Chapter 1: Looking Back

What I am about to tell you is my life story, I suppose. Not to enjoyable but not boring at all. I've been alive for quite a while now. Much more than any regular human but I suppose that's because I'm not exactly a regular human.

I'm special, very, very special. Not many knew though and I suppose no one else ever will. At least no body alive will. My name is not important nor is my back round but to get the things I'm about to reveal to you, you must know who I am.

My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I'm from Kohona, a small city on an island outside of Japan but I live in the United States. I have for since I was a boy. I lived on a huge island outside of Florida with my family when I was younger and I still do.

I was the age I am now; back than just add a zero or two. I'm far over the life span of a regular human being. I am about one thousand and fifty years over to be exact. Yeah I know what you're going to say. I'm old and must look like a corpse right?

Wrong. I look the same as I did all those years ago. I look like a twenty one year old, despite the fact I'm over a thousand years old. I still act the same as I did all those years ago too. Well if you cut out the fact that my emotions are somewhat gone and that I've pretty much thrown a barrier of ice around my heart to all but one person but that's no big deal.

You'd do the same thing if what happened to me happened to you. Although I don't think you'd do the same things I've done. Well most of you wouldn't but some might. Anyway let's go back, back to the beginning, where this all had started.

1050 years ago

I was walking home from my restaurant. I owned a few of them on the island and I owned some other things but that's beside the point. I had just finished eating my dinner and was walking home to my condo on the beach. I'm twenty-one years old and lived with my girl friend. My family, well my dad lived next door to me. He are about ten miles away from me since my property is huge.

I don't care that he live this close to me though. I barley talk to him. My parents…well my father had disinherited me from the family fortunate and from the family. Actually I never talk to him anymore. Because I decided to go to college instead of starting to work in my fathers business, which happens to be the head of the gang he runs, he disinherited and disowned me.

Not that I care, I make more money in one day than he makes in two years. Well anyway, I guess you guys were wondering why I'm not mentioning my brother or mother, correct? Well it's painful to do so considering what happened to them but I think I can tell you.

They were killed right after I left the family, when I was eighteen. I don't know who killed them and I don't know why but I've been trying to find out since it happened. I haven't really gotten anywhere with it. Even my girlfriend can't figure it out and she's really smart when it comes to that, believe me.

Well anyway my father had wanted me to join but I refused to so he got angry with me. My father is not too forgiving. He would have easily declared me an enemy and send people to kill me, if I was not as strong and well known as I was. Not like that would have succeeded anyway. I'm more experienced and more skilled than anyone in the Resistance including both my father and my brother.

I would have easily made my way to the top if I were to join the Resistance. My father had had me trained in every martial art style, fencing, archery, whips, knifes and dagger throwing and army training as well. Like grenade and gun trained. I could also fly anything that had wings, and anything that could be used by water I could drive.

I have been training since I was five years old. Learned very quickly too. By the time by thirteenth birthday had come around I had mastered everything. My father had been so proud of me. He had bought me a one handed long sword made from pure diamond but the blade was sprayed to be metallic silver.

The hilt had been sprayed with a black color but not all of it. The diamond had engravments on it. They were both on the blade and the hilt. The blade had white fangs with red blood dripping down them engraved on it. The hilt just had my name on it in flames. The sheath was a plain black but it too was made from diamond.

I had got daggers, guns and grenades that looked the same. The dagger was also made of diamond. The whip was silver and made of leather while the bow was black and it too was made of diamond and the arrows were silver and of course made of diamonds. I had also gotten both a jet and speedboat. Both were black with the same engravments as the sword but they also had flames on the side as well.

By the time I was fifteen I was champion of both my country and continent in all-combat tournaments. I had to go threw rigorous competition but it was worth it. I also played many sports while in my school. Best player and M.V.P in every sport I played too. At sixteen I was the champion of the world in every combat tournament.

I had gotten a black hummer h2 for it as well as a black Lamborghini Gt. Don't think I'm spoiled either because believe me I'm far from it. My brother had gotten twice as much things for his birthday but he was always the favorite so what do you expect?

Oh and by the way I'm not like most of the jocks, I'm intelligent too. A+ student. It's very useful especially in tight spots. Anyway I had decided to go to college the day before my summer vacation started when I was eighteen and out of high school.

My father as I said didn't take it well at all. Hours and hours of yelling I had to endure but I managed. My father was a bit of a psycho though. Well he was more than a bit. Oh hell he was a complete psycho. Jeez he tried to chop me up with his damn sword for god's sakes. And than on top of everything else he tried to shoot me with a pistol.

I didn't care though, he was very good but I still beat him in the swords at least. I always have my sword with me because I trust no one in this world even my own family. When he took the gun out things got bad, really, really bad but only for me. I wasn't expecting it since he was on the floor panting hard since I had thrown him off balance. I tell you he had too many cigars in his life time, they kill you.

Anyway a small pistol was pulled form his jacket pocket and fired at me. I was helpless as it advanced on me. It the bullet would have swerved to the side than maybe I wouldn't have did the thing I did but it didn't. The bullet pierced through my shoulder tearing threw my flesh and lodging itself into the bone.

Never before have I endured so much pain as I did. You could have probably heard my agonizing and painful sounding scream from England. My whole shoulder burnt with pain and pulsed every time I moved even if was a slight move that wasn't even noticeable. My shoulder was useless which meant so was my whole left arm. Good thing I knew how to fight with both hands.

My right hand had instantly dropped my sword and pressed up against my wound, applying pressure. Blood flowed like a steady river pouring put of the flesh tear in my skin. I looked at my father to find him staring at me with both shock and amazement. Shock is understandable but what was he amazed about?

I wondered about this until he spoke, “How did you not pass out?” His tone was icy and indifferent. That was the last straw. I quickly picked up my sword and running over to my father I was able to press the blade to the soft stretchy skin under my father's chin where I could easily kill him if the blade was to `accidentally' slip.

My father gasped as he felt the cold blade against his fragile neck and looked at me with fear on both in his eyes and on his face. I smirked as I soon realized I could get this reaction from someone as powerful as him.

I was so tempted to kill him right than and there that I pressed the blade a bit harder into his neck, drawing blood and I would have killed him too if my mother had not come into the room and gasped. My eyes instantly were on her. Seeing that I had a sword to my father's neck must have frightened her because she fell to the floor unconscious.

Since I had respect for my mother I hesitantly removed the blade from my father's neck but not before demanding that he give me the gun. He agreed quickly for he knew I was one not to get angry. I placed the gun in my pocket and removed the sword from his neck and sheathed it. I turned to leave once I had made sure he would not try to do anything to me once I turned my back on him.

“You will see no more of me and I will see no more of you and your gang unless you wish to have a very strong and powerful enemy at your hands.” I stated before I left. He was beyond pissed. I could tell even if I wasn't looking at him

. I went to my girlfriends after that and lived with her for a while before I started my own business and invested in things. By the time I was nineteen I was one of the richest humans in the world. My girlfriend was also very rich. And for those who are wondering about my girlfriend I'll tell you about her.

She's nineteen, same as me. She has long pink hair that went up to her waist, and beautiful jade green eyes. She's about 5.7, and is skinny but not too skinny, she was just right. She was not like most girls, she was a bit tomboyish in certain things, like playing sports, she loved football, basketball, baseball, and things like that but she was lady-like at the same time, especially when we were out in public or were at parties.

I told her that she didn't have to be, that it didn't matter to me how she acted but she didn't listen. She also had muscle, just the right amount though, not too much and not too little. She was perfect in my eyes. We had been going out since we were fifteen. We confessed we liked each other after about ten years of being best friends. We were inseparable; nobody could tear us apart no matter what. Her name is Haruno, Sakura.

Anyway, my dad and I never talked much after that. My mother, brother and I did though but in secret for if my dad was to find out that they talked to me, I was in deep trouble as well as my mother and brother. He never found out from what I know. Everything was perfectly fine, until my mother and brothers death that is.

(A/N: End of chapter one. Please tell me if you are confused about anything. I know the way I did the story is. So ask me questions and I'll answer them if I can. Anyway Please review, they make me write more and update faster. Thank you to all the people who already did so. I appreciate it. Thank you. Oh and for Sasuke's over human life span you'll find out in later chapters.)