Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Stranger (Itachi) [FINISHED] ❯ The Difference ( Chapter 2 )

I looked around my house. I, now, own my grandmother's estate. It was located on top of a hill. It watched over the village yet it would seem like its haunted. It was big, and old. Much like other haunted houses. There, beyond the stairs, there was a hidden library. My grandmother would always tell me to keep out. Well she's dead isn't she? So, that hidden library is mine.

 

I opened the door under the stairs. There laid a vast collection of knowledge reduced to book size. It filled the walls around. Either grandmother was bored or she was smarter than I had anticipated. Each shelf had ninja information, Jutsus, weapon, info, clans or villages. No wonder grandmother was the head of the Anbu Black Ops, in her time at the very least. After the funeral, I will be moved here. How normal.

 

There was something out of the ordinary. I slept in my apartment but I also felt something was amiss. Of course I know what's going to happen but you do, now do you? There was something in the air that troubled me, or something was troubling me at the very least. It was a quiet night but it wasn't a too quiet night. Whatever it is, I will soon find out.

 

Today, we skipped our daily training. It was due to the funeral. For someone who cared less of me, she had many friends. Which even now, I am still and utterly confused about. It was normal to wear all black and I guess it was also normal to wear the Leaf Headband in the funeral but whatever. I wore the classical black attire and I surly didn't care to wear the headband. I went out my apartment and towards the funeral.

 

Everyone was there, surprisingly. There was a person who cried there; people who tried to be strong and there was just people there who didn't even know my grandmother. Mother would have been quite sad to fine grandmother passed away. The hokage said a prayer. Oh, what's her name you ask? It doesn't matter; the story is about me, or mostly me. But if you must know her name is Kira Naginata. I bet you didn't know that Kira meant killer.

 

After the funeral was over, we went back to our usual routine. I follow my teacher to the memorial forest. I felt eyes of pity and sadness resting on me. It was becoming quite bothersome.

 

“I am not weak. I do not need your pity”

 

Do you wonder whose eyes were those? It was the eyes of an Uchiha. It was Sasuke's eyes. It seemed that he was angered by this but it made no difference towards me. He was weak, thinking that he can always defeat Naruto. One day, and one day soon, I hope, Naruto shall defeat him.

 

Again, I had an edging feeling that something was terribly wrong. I went to the Practice Ground #3. The minute I set feet pass the invisible line which bordered the area, I felt much calmer than before. The only person there was I and Sasuke. I have heard that he captured almost every girl in the village, every girl except me and Hinata. I am never felt the likes of being in love or loved at all and I will never feel those feelings. It was what my grandmother hoped for, me to never feel. It was just the same as being emotionless but unlike those who act like they have no emotions, they are just hiding it. But are those raised to be unfelt different to the emotionless.

 

“Naomi? Naomi?”