"There were some things your brother left behind." This guy—this man who claimed himself a lost ancestor—was trying to explain nonsense. As if his existence wasn't hard enough to understand, he now wanted me to believe the impossible. "This was one of the items that he requested to be passed on to you."

I raised an eyebrow. What else was I supposed to do—cry? Or maybe laugh? Should I be angry? I don't know what I should be, but I'm in no mood to find out. Showing my emotions right now won't help anybody. All of those long years spent at the academy weren't for nothing.

He handed me a scroll. My eyebrow lifted higher when I opened it.

"Is this supposed to be some kind of joke? I know that my brother didn't give a shit about me, but I doubt that he would even bother to leave something this stupid in his will. What am I supposed to do with a blank piece of paper?"

The man it the orange mask—I think he said that his name was Madara, but that giant plant from earlier called him Tobi or something—chuckled.

"Your brother did care. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Why don't you try to save you breath? It doesn't matter how many times I hear it, it will never be true!"

I guess anger was the emotion that I was thinking about. It seemed to be the only thing showing. But an emotion is an emotion, and that's something I should never show. I put myself back together before anything else could come out.

Tobi chuckled again.

"That scroll", he pointed to the paper in my hand, "is a sealing scroll. What ever he left you is inside."

"What do you mean 'whatever'...? You don't know?"

"Why, grandson, I'm shocked!" He was only pretending to be hurt from what I could see. It was hard to tell when he was wearing that mask. I always hated masked people. "You actually think that I, Uchiha Madara, would disrespect my deceased pupil by going through his personal and private things?"

I reopened the scroll to get a better look at it.

"Besides, he was always really good at keeping secrets. The only things I could ever find in his room were these blank scrolls. You wouldn't believe how many times I've tried and failed to 'borrow' money from him." He turned to leave. "Tell me what's in it when you figure it out. I know I couldn't."

I'm pretty sure that I felt sweat falling from the back of my head. 'So he did try to open it.'

(-.-X)

Madara had sealed the door to my new room to ensure that I couldn't escape. I was still in pain and recovering from my fight with Itachi so it's not like I could get up and leave, anyways. And, to tell you the truth, was used to being locked up. Orochimaru would put sealing tags on my bedroom door every time I got angry with him or talked about Konohagakure in a non-hating manner. He was worried about me leaving too.

I had put the blank scroll on the ground next to my floor bed. I just glared at it for what seemed like an hour, but I couldn't bring myself to throw it away (or burn it, that's what I really wanted to do).

Sigh.

I sat up and opened it again. It was still blank. Maybe it's a blood scroll. Where would I find Itachi's blood? Niisan might have been a freak, but I highly doubt that he had a bottle of it just lying around. I could try his body, but, one, I can't leave the room and, two, that venous fly trap looked like a carnivore.

Wait, where are my clothes? I looked around the room and spotted them on the chair…on the other side of the room. A wimp like Naruto would have probably been discouraged by this, but I'm not him. I'm a man—a manly man. I can handle walking all the way across this larger-than-necessary room, no matter how much pain it causes me. I winced as I stood and I limped as I walked, but I made it. Remember, manly.

I scanned my shirt, but all I saw was dirt. Wow, Tobi must have been some kind of freak. He removed all of my clothes but he didn't wash any of them. What was the point in that?

Found it.

It was on the blade of my katana. Why I didn't check there first—I don't remember. It was dry so I licked my thumb before swiping it across chakra-bent metal. I opened the scroll and drew a bloody line over the white surface.

Nothing happened.

I cursed under my breath. Why was I making such a big deal out of this? I should have known that my brother wouldn't leave me anything worth my time or energy. So I dropped it on the ground.

To my surprise, the scroll rolled open all the way. It was a good 3 feet long. And to my embaracement, there was something written at the end.

'Dear Otouto,

Madara is too big an idiot to look at the end of these scrolls for the seals, but I know that you at least have some common sense. I'm sorry to say that these are blood scrolls, but my sensei isn't a very clean man so your clothes should probably have enough on them to satisfy your needs. You may take any of the many scrolls in my room if you wish, but please except this gift if nothing else.

Love (even if you don't care),

Itachi-niisan

P.S. I do keep a bottle of my own blood. It's on the top shelf of my medicine cabinet next to the mascara and the wrinkle-be-gone (I sure hope that stuff works, if it doesn't I'll throw it away). I disguised the blood as scarlet nail polish.

P.P.S. Sorry if the previous message disturbed you. I know it might seem a little weird.

P.P.P.S. I meant the blood, not the make-up.

P.P.P.P.S. A lot of normal men wear make-up. The mascara helps to draw attention to my hypnotizing eyes and away from my wrinkles. That really helps during battles. And the nail polish looks good next to my ring. I would never wear red polish because that's just to much red. You know, red eyes, red clouds, red ring, red blood, red polish would just be too much.

P.P.P.P.P.S. If you still wear that blue shirt, you should try my purple polish. I might even have some black lying around. Speaking of black, throw away that tacky black one-piece you had on the last time I saw you. It grabbed on to you in all the wrong places and was just plain ugly. But I will admit that the black straps over the white bandages was a good idea. But don't even get me started about your hair. It looked like it hadn't even seen a brush in months. If I taught you anything as a child (besides hatred and the art of revenge), it's that you need to wash your hair everyday.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I'm not gay.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I know this letter may seem out of character and all of these post scripts might seem unneeded, but I only had one scroll left so it's too late to change anything I wrote. Deal with it.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Stop laughing.'

Although the note did disturb me (and I did laugh a little on the inside), I broke the seal.

He left me his diary.

xxxxxx

He left me his diary and he expects me not to think he's gay.

Well, I might as well get this over with.

June 9

Deer Mr. or Ms. Jurnal,

Mie nayme iz Itachi. I just turnd 6 tody. Mie dadi told mi that I shud rite in u eni time I want. He doznt think that I'm vary good at riting so hi made mi promiss to rite in u.

By by for now

Itachi.

June 12

Deer Mr. Jurnal,

I have decided to cal u mr becuse I dont like girls. I wanna tel u abowt mie famili. I hav a mommi and a dadi. My dadi is real nice to mi sometimes but not always. He always looks at my eys evryday and asks me if they luked red win I woke up. I always say no and hi always luks sad. My mommi is real fat. Shi waznt always fat but shi iz now. Im gonna ask her whi shes fat but I dont wanna hert her feelings.

By by for now

Itachi.

June 18

Deer Mr. Jurnal,

Mie dadi iz a lier. I asked him ware babys come from and hi told me they gro from the ground. Mommi told mi that a babi iz groing in her. I don't like liers.

By by

Itachi.

June 24

Deer Mr.Jurnal,

My mommy told me how to spell mommy. She is watching me write right now. Mommy says that I can't spell very good.

Bye bye for now

Itachi.

June 31

Mommy says that Im gonna have a babi sister. Evin tho I dont like girls I want a sister. She will be pretti like mommy.

Bye bye for now

Itachi.

AN: Tell me what you guys think. I know Itachi can't spell very good, but he starts school in August. He'll improve. But I need people to tell me if this story's worth writing. I have plenty of others to work on if it's not.