A Sin Found, but Lost.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, it is the property of Masashi Kishimoto, the poem to The Raven, and I especially do not own the song, Kremlin Dusk, it is the property of the talented Utada Hikaru.
Warnings: Probably a lot of OOCness and swears thrown here and there.
Summary: Alternate Universe. Two different families, two very different people. He tried to find the missing pieces of a sad and powerful song… but what he found were two paths, two people, an intertwined fate, and something not even hate can break. SasuNaru.
A/N: This story might sound familiar to you, since it used to be called, "A Star-Crossed Fate". But I found the story to be much unorganized, if you will. So I re-wrote it and here is the new story, A Sin Found, but Lost.
A Sin Found, but Lost.
By Naoko-Miharu
Chapter One ; Song One, Verse One
"All along, I was searching for, my Lenore…"
That; that was the first lyric of a very special song my grandmother used to sing to me. I think I was around three or four. I remember how I would always go out to the courtyard within the family's estate to only catch my dear grandmother sing this particular lyric. She never sung the rest, only hummed it. And being so young at that age, I couldn't understand any of it. But by turning the age of twelve, I decided to go and decipher what the hell that forty-nine lyric long song meant, and what it was.
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I looked up from where I was sitting, my dark obsidian eyes darting back and forth at the rather large Victorian-like room. I shook my head and snapped out of my repetitive daydreams.
I softly sighed before remembering where I was. And after realizing, I tightened my grip on the armrest of the leather chair I sat on. I looked past the numerous amounts of heads that created the Uchiha clan, and glued my eyes on the red-wood coffin.
"Stupid Baasan... did you really have to die? Even when I was so close in figuring out what your damned song was?" I whispered harshly to myself.
My eyes peeled away from the face of my deceased grandmother and looked down at the crimson colored carpet. I could feel everyone stand up and pay their second-to-last respects to the well-known and friendly family member of the Uchiha clan.
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I did not cry and my lips did not quiver. I just stood there; emotionless, and slightly disappointed along with a feeling of emptiness.
A part of me told myself not to show any emotion for the Uchihas are proud, sophisticated, and traditional. But then another part of me just wanted to scream and pound the fucking ground until it was nothing but loose beaten up layers of dirt. A close and loving family member just died for crying out loud! I hated how the family was always emotionless.
My mother, Uchiha Mikoto, and my stoic father, Uchiha Fugaku stood side by side. You could see the trails of silent tears falling so graciously down my mother's porcelain-like face. As for my father, he just stood there, arms at his sides and silent. I could see small hints of sadness filling in his eyes before disappearing right after he blinked.
My aniki was no where to be seen once again, but I knew he was here among the other mourning Uchihas. I could just sense it.
The casket slowly lowered into the six-foot deep hole in the ground, and after a moment later, everyone begun to throw their roses and their last goodbyes to Baasan.
When it was my turn to throw the now weeping red rose, I just stared at the casket as if it was no importance... but truthfully, it was important.
"Goodbye Baasan...," I said softly before throwing the rose in. It landed with a light thump.
I turned around and watched as the other family members threw their roses in, and with that the casket was finally buried, and the six-foot hole ground was filled.
The Priest from our church said a couple of encouraging words and a final prayer before they all slowly exited out the eerily quiet cemetery and headed back to the estate for the Luncheon.
I felt the remaining raindrops from the storm drop on my face.
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The ride home in our steam-powered car wasn't exactly pleasant. It begun to shower lightly.
As I watched a couple of trees pass us, I couldn't help but think over and over again of what that one lyric I heard was about. Why the hell was I even trying to figure out what a stupid song meant anyways...?
Well I suppose I'm not exactly those types of people who would start something and leave it unattended and unfinished. My curiosity takes hold of me and for the past eight freaking years, I could never figure out what my grandmother's song was, or what it even meant. It drove me up the wall...
Aniki still hadn't shown up, but no one seemed to worry. Father calmly predicted that he had simply walked home or had stopped around town after the burial.
Heh, Itachi didn't seem like the person who would just pop into town one day, especially after a funeral and start to make new buddies with every townsperson he met.
Everyone didn't seem like whatever people thought them to be.
After a few more brain-wrenching thoughts about the stupid lyric, the car immediately jolted to a halt as Father slammed his hand at the steering wheel and swore a few colorful words.
I wish he hadn't done that.
Mother gasped, and I sat up on the seat to see what the commotion was all about.
As I tried to settle to a position where I can see, I saw a mop of messy sun-colored hair and soft yet piercing azure eyes which now looked shocked and scared. My god was this person beautiful.
"Get, the hell, out of my way, Uzumaki."
I nearly flinched at Father's vehement tone. Who was 'Uzumaki'? And why the hell was he being to mean to him? Before I could think anymore, the blonde boy quickly stood up with a flapping dark object in his left hand and ran towards the end of the street, where he was then embraced by a taller figure that looked very similar to him.
The man had longer, spiked blonde hair but with a pair of deeper ocean blue eyes, and a handsome mature face. He did not have any whisker-like marks on each side of his face like the boy had.
"Fugaku," The man said monotonously before narrowing his eyes, "What a way to greet a young child."
I could feel the hate radiate between Father and this man, and it was literally unbearable.
"Well, I wouldn't have to greet a child like that if he wasn't in my way, Namikaze," He spat.
Said man remained emotionless as he and the boy watched as we drove off, completely ignoring the confrontation we just had.
I shifted my seating and looked back at the two blonde haired people who his father called, 'Uzumaki' and 'Namikaze'.
When their figures disappeared in the distance, a couple of thoughts shot through my head and I slightly begun to understand my family's hate towards the Uzumakis... but the only thing I didn't get was why the kid held a raven...