Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected ❯ Preparation ( Chapter 2 )

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

The mysterious apparitions outside are senses have faded away. It is no longer a dream. Reality
is slowly wrecking our senses. First, it is light, always the light. Following the light comes the sounds that
still don't mean anything, but are there. The light has become unbearable, but we are not ready to
awaken. We hold our eyes shut and squeeze them as tight as we can slowly pulling all covers over our
face. Finally, our eyes open for just a moment and we know we are awake. We pretend to sleep for no
other reason than we can. We feel something coming, we know it is coming it is always coming. We are
wrestled from our peace. There is nothing beyond our closed eyes, yet we are forced to push our arms
open. This stretching of our muscles providing some relief. The blood flow keeps us awake and it is
almost time to get out of this relaxed state, but not just yet. Our body slips slowly back into its old
relaxed state.

There it comes again. It keeps pushing, pushing only against us. Our eyes open, never any
worthwhile relaxation. We flip over and push against the bed. Sentience reaches us. This spring loaded
bed has caused a slight pain in our side, but it will be gone soon. It has always been that way. Standing
up we start doing more stretches. First the ballistic stretches. This is all we have to rely on, keeping in
shape. Everything has failed, we are meant to be strong. Noticing it, but accepting it like everything else
our senses have become clearer. We see the clock on the right side wall. It is only Four Thirty in the
Morning. What was that light? Always wakes us up. Still we continue with the stretches. Tip toeing
across the ground the cold air snapping out as us, reminding us of the broken window right above our
bed. Inspiring an almost too loving feeling of hatred. The insanity inside of us is there, we know it is
there, but no matter how many times we tried it won't leave.

We walked outside of the bedroom, noticing and not caring about the holes in our carpet. Even
though we shouldn't be in this boarding house, it is better than most places. One door, two doors, three
doors, and on the Fourth to door we slowly opened and revealed the bathroom. Inside we walk forward
and get into the shower. Something on our right caught our attention, but we ignored it. There is just a
mirror there. In the shower a cooling and warm sensation pulsed through us as the water poured down.
Before this could overcome us, a scratching at the back of our heads, in the bottom layer of our minds a
scratching came. The water was no longer relaxing but unbearable. We quickly rushed with the shower.
The water all around us turned into worms trying to eat at our skin. We bite back the crawling sensation
flowing through our skin and soon the shampoo Is out of our hair. Getting out of the shower we
forcefully keep our head down and go over to the sink. Still our eyes focused, we open the mirror
without looking towards it. We are afraid of what we see in the mirror. Reaching for the tooth paste we
realize our tooth brush was stolen. Indescribable rage rises within, but then is quelled by the thought of
taking another person's brush.

We look to the drawer with them in it and see a tooth brush on the ground. It wasn't stolen. It
was just on the ground. Picking it up we rinse it off still keeping away from the window. Focusing on our
teeth and not the mirror in front of us. We feel the thousands of chemicals in the tooth paste work its
magic. The taste of mint covers in our mouth. It doesn't taste good, but everyone says it does. Spit and
Rinse, then we rinse one more time. Eyes still avoiding any contact with the mirror we are applying gel
into our hair. We have to look at the mirror now, we have an indescribable fear of it, but we still look at
it. We need to make sure our hair looks okay.

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Our eyes raise and stare into this mirror. What stares back is not anything we know. It is what
we have come to define ourselves as. For a split second, we feel a demon ear on the right side of our
head. We see it in the mirror, even though when we felt for it, it is never there. We have blood leaking
down our head and we feel our skin melting, but never is there a real pool of skin on the ground. The
mirror tells us that we are bleeding profusely, but we don't know from where.

We blink and we see the boy. He has blonde hair. He has just flinched and he looked away, he
has stopped looking at the mirror and we are still inside. Suddenly the boy twists around and we have
shattered. We now see the boy from 173 conscience eyes. He swears at us. He feels us watching, but he
doesn't know why. He slams the door shut and he is gone. Alas, we are not just the beast. Leaving the
mirror, leaving the bathroom we pull outside of this awkward house. The boy has thrown a shirt on. It
seems he is going to practice his ninjitsu.
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The black haired boy was also practicing his Ninjitsu, except for an entirely different goal. He had
another government assignment. The adrenaline and excitement was creeping on him. Even though this
one wasn't any different from the last one, he loved what he did for Konoha, for the Hokage! He felt
immense pride flowing through his skin, not only that but he enjoyed his job. He was paid to stake out a
city. Do to moderate psychic abilities and his inherent specialties he just staked out cities. He wasn't a
full psychic by any means, he couldn't guess the design on a card face down. Unless, of course someone
happened to look at it and then he might have been able to read it based on their expression and the
way their eyes counted the suite. That wasn't a real psychic, that was just his genius. It is actually what
allowed him for such an important government task at his young age. They thought he was psychic. He
was given a test to tell which card the instructor was holding and he knew from the smug look on the
instructors face what card it had to be. He looked too smug, way too confident, and his eyes said that it
was an impossible guess. The boy went with his instinct and called it the Ace of Spades.

Since that day, all tasks issued to him were considered A rank and above, but they were all
domestic. This is what also thrilled him about this task. He was going to another country. Country of the
wind. He was looking forward to all the foreigners he would meet He wondered if his posting in this
new country would be just as easy. In his previous assignments they had made him a watch dog. He was
told that with his skill set and moderate empathy that he should be able to feel what's wrong with the
people around him. He was told to report any conflicts or strange behavior and that's what he did. The
only problem was there was never any strange behavior and never any conflicts. HE was pretty sure they
were just giving him time to get used to what he is to look for in a situation they need him in. Now it was
time to prove himself, but even so that assignment was still three days away. Waiting....

After his daily exercise routine, he was more than ready with both excitement and anticipation
on hitting the town. At eleven in the morning a lot could be accomplished. First he had to get spruced up
the way he was used to. He washed himself in the best soaps he could get his hands on. The most
important thing for him was to always look his best no matter what the world threw at him. After
washing he would then spray on the finest smelling cologne. AT the time he found that people like

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Konoha Fresh Fire the best. It was mostly a normal cologne, until a person got within a few inches and
then a slight cinnamon would be noticeable. He found cinnamon seemed to get the reaction he wanted
out of anyone three inches away from him. After applying the cologne he would then decide on his
attire. Most of the time he wore very similar things. Today he was going to wear black slacks, which
seemed to pull well at the knees . On top of which he wore a tucked in short sleeve slim fit button-up
velvet shirt, leaving the top two buttons unbuttoned, then he put on his belt. The belt carried the crest
of his family on it, which he supposed was another reason he was working for the government at such
an early age. His family used to have high strings through- out all of his lands when they were being
killed off one by one. It was a miracle he wasn't killed, but at the time he was only six years old and
couldn't remember many of the details. He had sworn vengeance, but the Hokage had killed the
murderous swine only two years later.

After his dress was worried about, he slid on his dress shoes and then he was ready to hit the
streets. He rushed out the door throwing on his shades and his black dress jacket he carried with one
hand over his shoulder. Opening the door one more time, he had forgotten. Throwing the jacket on the
bed he went over to his dresser and in the top drawer he dug under his undergarment to find his hand
full of diamond rings. One of them was real, but he will have to sort through them later to find out. He
gave far too many of them away to let them all be real. After wards on the other side of his drawer he
got out his single silver band earring and slid it into his year. At least that is real. Realizing he forgot to
spike up his hair he ran into the bathroom and got even more prepared.

Finished up and looking into the mirror, he was proud once again to be Uchiha Sasuke and not
just ANBU 5639.he strolled out the door and took his time strolling down to Down Town Konoha. These
next few days were going to be the greatest he had in the two months of leave they have given him.

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