A/N: So this is the prologue of the modern Itachi x Oc story I thought up. You don't have to be familiar with my other story, Those Accused, to read this particular one. So feel free to give it a test drive.

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Prologue:

An introduction, as to a play: preface

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Accelerate. Clutch. Shift. Ease. Accelerate.

The motorcycle flashed by the tractor trailer, merely a lurking shadow within the darkness.

"I think you'll enjoy Harusame. It's a nice, quiet town."

Speeding past the truck, the motorcycle's driver glanced back at their passenger through the orange visor of their helmet. Receiving a confirming nod, the driver eased off the accelerator, gradually falling back until the motorcycle was directly behind the trailer of the eighteen-wheeler.

"The school there is beautiful, too- has a very prestigious reputation."

The headlights suddenly burst into life, shining into the mirrors of the truck and preventing the driver from seeing behind the trailer. The passenger of the motorcycle steadily maneuvered so that he knelt on the back fender, his hands reached forward to grasp the shoulders of the driver for balance. The motorcycle drew even closer to the trailer until the front tire rested underneath it, then the passenger rose to a complete stand, his arms held out to his sides for balance.

Mikoto reached across the console of the car to grab her son's hand, "This is the start of a new life for us."

The motorcycle rode as smooth and fierce as the wind. With an expertise that could only be gained through practice, the passenger leaped from the back of the motorcycle and onto the rear bumper of the big rig, hands swiftly grappling to the edges jutting from the trailer's door. He looked back at the driver and gave them a single thumbs-up. The driver nodded, yanking the accelerator and causing the motorcycle to rear up onto its hind wheel, the tire squealing as the motorcycle easily overtook the eighteen wheeler once-

I could feel the power, the speed as the motorcycle roared underneath me.

60...75...80...100. Higher and higher the speedometer soared. Faster-faster- even faster, matching the rate of my heart, the surge of my adrenaline.

Force of the wind crashing into my body.

Lines of the road blurring.

A coin with life or death stamped on each side, flipping through the air only to land on the ground, spinning around several times before going still.

It was a risk coated in ecstasy.

-once more, the front tire lowering back down to the asphalt as the motorcycle disappeared into the night.

"Promise me that you'll try and make some new friends while we're here, Ita."

She was met by silence, so she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. His dark eyes gazed out the passenger side window, staring but not seeing- he was daydreaming. Again.

"Itachi," Mikoto called softly, successfully gaining his attention.

"Hai?"

A worried smile crept its way onto her face, "Promise me that you'll give the other kids a chance, Ita. They won't accept you unless you accept them, first."

He stared at her for a moment, then he begrudgingly murmured, "I'll try my best."

Mikoto felt like releasing an exasperated sigh.

He said that last time.