IMPORTANT AN. Please read. (some fixes)
An:I know I am the worst. I just had to get this off my chest and onto paper… digital paper.(x.x) *hides in a corner in shame*
Anywho I couldn't stop once is started… this is for all the Itasakus
out there. Here...(TT,TT) I know I should finish Everybody lies, I just couldn't help myself. The muse was there and I just had to. Please, no projectile tomatoes!
Also I am moving the ages around, there is a reason to that.
Sakura- 7, (this takes place in a week span of her birthday)
Itachi- 13
so six years apart.
This is a Some what non massacre. Itachi doesn't kill anyone, instead finds some things about Danzo and the other council members, prior to the massacre. Convincing The clan / his father to notify the rest of the clans, which the "situation " they were facing. This in fact did concern the other clans as well. Now in the present, all the clans are in a stronger alliance with each other. They are also in charge of Konoha. How this all leads up to this, well you just gotta read :3.
This will also be going back and forth with Sakura and Itachi point of view.
Description: She is weak and she knows it now at the age of seven, with her family struggling to keep a roof on their heads. Sakura blames herself, how can she fix this? This is her journey to become stronger, better Kanochi, But what does it mean to become a better shinobi? Rated M, Itasaku.
The mood setter for this chapter:
Oh Wonder - Technicolour Beat mixed by: La Belle Musique
They are on youtube, just love these mixes…and
The Wooden Sky - Child of the Valley
Lets get on with the chapter!
The joy of the uncertain.
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Ch1
Tiny hands clenched the now wrinkle set of papers, slowly running her finger across the Red lettering. She whispered in disbelief " Application denied?...". Blinking back the tears, no matter how many times she looked at it. The angry red lettering stamped across the neatly filled out application she held, didn't change. She looked up to the man who called her name moments before retrieving her papers, who was ready to call on the next person. Leaving her forgotten.
"Next!" the austern man called out.
He held up the next applicant paper, he did this to each student by calling their name by alphabetical order. The spacious room they were in had thinned out, most of the kids having gotten there re-applicants for spring term classes at The Academy. It was something new that happened recently, exactly five months ago.
Since the new leadership.
However, do to the school year already in full swing, it was voted by the new council that they waited until the second term. When the first term of school ended, letters were sent out in the mail saying, " RE-Testing was required for the Academy second semester, plus a pay tax for applying."
At the time she didn't think much of it, figuring she would pass with flying colors… Mebuki, her mother was rather irked by all of it. They never had to pay twice before the first few years of their daughters education / training, so why should they now? Kizashi, Mizuki's husband Didn't agree with it either, but shrugged it off giving his daughter the extra money.
Now standing alone, being pushed aside by the next kid and parent. She came alone, her parents working at their day jobs. Her father, rather laid back and carefree person. A Retired shinobi working for the hokage as one of the many account advisers for Konoha.
Her mother a civilian, looked after older retired shinobi who liked her mothers spunk, and 'your ass is grass attitude'... whatever that meant Sakura was only seven, and her parents personalities Often clashed with each other… She mostly ignoring her parents quips anyways.
Knowing they were normally overly enthusiastic about little arguments, unlike her. She was usually in a quiet corner, reading a book or just doing her own thing. People, especially kids her own age notice this and teased her for it. That and her giant forehead.
Ino had helped her though. Disregarding the names and the teases and helping her come out of her shell. Giving her somewhat confident feeling about herself, but she was still a little shy when it came to people and conversations.
Actually She hopped she would run her best friend this morning, only to find Ino missing… actually now that she looked around the room, all of the kids that where official clan members weren't here in the schools meeting room.
As the boy and his mother left the front desk with triumphant smiles, she on the side staring back at the packet. Confused, she Quickly noticed the older Jounin had not called anyone else, now given a chance to speak to the man. looking over at the intimidating man, wondering why wasn't Iruka sensei wasn't doing this instead of this scarry brute. It didn't matter, this had to be a mistake.
timidly she spoke "umm excuse me.."
He didn't look up from his desk filling out necessary paperwork, his face what seems to be a permanent scowl. 'He probably showed that face too much, now it being stuck that way.' her thought almost making her giggle, stopped herself from doing so. Knowing she had to get down to business, thinking he didn't hear her the first time she tries again. Only a little sure-er this time.
"Excuse me sir, but I believe this is a mistake."
She doesn't flinch when he pauses his strokes on the paper in front of him, and looks up in a glare at her. Sure in her argument she continues.
" I am in the top of my class, this has to be a mistake."
Questionably he raises his eyebrow making a motion to hand back her papers, she does. As he looked over her application, she couldn't help but fidget with the bottom hem of her navy blue sweater and biting her bottom lip ever so slightly. It was a nervous gesture she always did. Ino pinched her arms every time she did this, then scold Sakura for doing it.
"shinobi should never show their true feelings especially if they're nervous, Or cry over a pinch! Gosh sakura, you're like an open book! "
Sakura frowned and on the brink of tears " I know that, and I'm not crying " she sniffed.
Ino would feel bad though, and try to apologize but sakura would cry anyway.
Remembering this she cease her fidgeting and unrolling the bottom hem that she had rolled up. looking up to see him finish looking over her application. Hopeful, that this was all a misunderstanding she smiles a bit. She doesn't realize what is going to come out of the mans mouth, until it was too late.
" No...this looks about right, I'm sorry little miss Haruno. Your application has been denied."
Shocked by this she timidly takes back the papers with shaky hands. On the brink of tears again. " What did I do wrong?..." she asked. She had thought she studied hard enough, how could she screw this up this bad?
He sighed, like she was a waist of his time. "Listen kid, you're smart but being a shinobi isn't just about smarts, we need the strong and able. Youre taijutsu, and stamina has not improve in the last three years you have been in the The Academy, If we put you on a team and with the continuous results. I'm afraid you're just going to get yourself and your team killed out in the field kid, its nothing personal."
looking down at her feet, she nods and with little pride she had left thanked the man for his time and walked out quickly from the room. Feeling the stairs from remaining people as the man called for the next person.
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Slipping through the back of the compound, like the skilled anbu captain he was. Stealthly in the ninja arts, he slipped through the guards undetected. nearing his destination he slowed his pace and taking the last leap into the medium size zen garden located in the back of the yard. Carefully making his way without moving the intricately neat sand and onto the grass, where he made his way through the garden and into the main house. Removing his sandals at the edge of the entrance. Leaving them there in the back, he stepped to the shoji door, sliding it through with ease.
Instead of going thru the front door, he opted out using the back as opposed to the front. He didn't feel like making mind numbing conversation with passer by's and neighbors, he just wanted to shower, eat and rest in his quiet room for a couple hours. His bare feet skidded across the new tatami mats his mother had just Installed. The floor felt nice and cool to the touch, giving the tea room a nice hay smell.
He had just came back from a week long mission, feeling quite worn out from the none stop running. It gave him a chance to stretch his legs, his feet ached from non rest. It was a good feeling, oh how he loved running. His most favorite thing to do on missions. Though, his team didn't seem to harbor such feelings about it. Keeping their thoughts to themselves, uncomplaining about the brutal paces he sets. They didn't want to insult there captain, and the son of the hokage.
A wise and diplomatic choice but he didn't care if they actually voiced their Opinions. It was his 'me time' for him.
As he walked across the room, he felt other presents in the house, other than his mother. Not worried as they seemed non threatening and only civilian construction workers. His mother, Mikoto had mentioned weeks ago that they were expanding their already large home, the noise that they were making though, was unavoidable…
sighing through his nose, he headed towards where his mother was, in the kitchen making lunch. " Itachi-chan you're home early, I am making Kaiseki Ryori, you want some?"
If he could make a distasteful face, he would. Instead lightly kissing his mother's forehead in a greeting. Then going around his mother and opening the fridge hiding his less than joyous expression.
" No, I think I will just have some onigiri instead."
Taking out a carton of milk, he almost made a move to drink it straight from the carton bin, he paused his movements. Remembering his mother was there, he made quick way to the cupboard to get a cup, pouring the contents in and drinking it in the proper way his mother had taught him.
As he was drinking down the milk, reviving his parched tongue, she checked on the near finish meal in the steamer pot. " Here let me rephrase that, I expect you to be down in ten minutes when this meal is ready so we can all eat together." She said cheerfully.
Frowning slightly, he couldn't argue with it. Knowing there was nothing more daunting like a womans scorn, especially your own mothers. he "hn" putting the milk away in the fridge and quickly washing the used cup.
As he did this, he made a mental note, that his mother said 'all' meaning it was one of those days his father came home for a meal. Joy. He almost wished he hadn't ran home as fast as he did.
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The spring breeze caressed her small body, feeling her tear streaked face cool her cheeks with the gentle breezes. It was a beautiful day in the crisp afternoon,The sun out in its glory as she heard people bustling in the streets, she didn't notice them though, with her head down in shame.
'Failed…" She murmured to herself walking in a direction she didn't care to know, she was lost in her own thoughts.
What where her parents going to say when she got home? Will they be mad, disappointed even?...
What about her friend ino? Will they still be friends? she hoped so. Does this mean she would have to go to a civilian school? Will there be new bullies? she hoped not.
She didn't want to go to a new school… She was already so far in her studies, she would have skipped several grades. to be honest she would rather be home schooled. Though, her parents had work during the day, she would have no teacher and hiring a private teacher was expensive.
Not wanting to bother her parents more than she already had. No, she would be fine studying on her own. In a way, she was independent. Never relying on a reminder with her studies, she loved to learn, mesmerizing things mostly about history, science, jutsus and its properties… maybe that was her downfall. To busy studying than working on getting stronger like she should have.
She bit her lip at this thought, chewing off the dry bits of skin from her chapped lips. She did not notice the city sounds getting quieter as she walked on.
She wasn't a very athletic person to begin with, she thought. Even her mother didn't like the idea of her being a ninja. 'to dangerous' Despite, her mother being a civilian in a mostly ninja populated town. letting go of her lip, she grinding her teeth. Feeling like she wanted to bite something, hard. She was frustrated that her mother didn't understand, and Of course she was stubborn like her mother, not taking no for an answer. Maybe… just maybe she could do this on her own. Could she?
Maybe she could train on her own. It wasn't really necessary to go to The Academy to become a genin. She just had to take the test after summer to become one. It didn't matter that she went to school to become one, she just needed the skills-
"Umph!...Oww!"
staggering backwards, her rear meet the ground. She pulled her legs inwards, and briefly Looking up. She realized she bumped her forehead, head on into a tree . Rubbing it slightly she found she had scratched it up a bit from the trees rough bark. "Ow, ow, ow. Stupid. Ow." She wailed.
Putting her hand on the sides of her head,slightly loosening her clothed headband. Bowing her head to the earth, trying to escape the painful itch that she felt from the middle of her forehead. It touched the ground, smelling the earth so close to her nose, she could feel the cool dirt mixed grass help relieve some of the pain located there.
She could Imagining her forehead red as a tomato. ' Great, to accent my more than large forehead. All the merrier!' She snorted. no, There was nothing about this that was funny, but what could she do? She started giggling and ended up in a fit of laughter. Until tears fell from her eyes. Thats when the water works came.
Still on the ground, she couldn't stop the overflow of tears and snot. No matter how many times she wiped them away with the end of her sleeves. overcome with disappointment. pressing her bunched up sleeve hands into her eyes, 'pathetic...' She thought. 'Ninjas are not supposed to cry!' she was frustrated with herself, the world, The Academy, her mother, but mostly herself…
Thats when she felt a disturbance, she went rigid her face still to the ground moving her sleeve down from her eyes she saw in her peripheral vision, two sandaled feet. Sitting up abruptly her vision blacken slightly, remembering that she missed lunch.
The wind decided to blow then as her vision cleared. A man.. no a boy, slightly older than her crouching down on one knee. The boy had dark gray hair long hair tied loosely over his shoulder, and obvious defining features of an aristocrat. Pale skin, perfect shaped nose, dark eyes with thick eyelashes. The semi troughs that ran down the middle of his nose. her eyes widen when he smiled slightly as to not look intimidating. As his eyes soften a little he spoke deep and soothingly.
"What is wrong little kunoichi?"
Oh how fate was cruel.
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AN: GAHH! (o) I went there, I am excited how this one will develope! (-^.^-) Te-hee The next chapter is going to start off with Itachi, I find him a bit of a brooding teenager type, that hides it well, though I don't know if that's OCC… you tell me?
I am so glad that my writing has improve. Awe geez I just hope this is good to get a review… please?
Kaiseki Ryori - A traditional japanese meal. looks and feels like a custard but it is not sweet. All in all its a very healthy meal.