Disclaimer: I do not own any property of Naruto. I wish I did though. This story Make The Pain Go Away has a main character and she is made up by a fanfic writer their self, Bloody Mist. Simply, I'm doing this for fun, and making one of her wants come true; for me to write this story. I'm glad that you readers took time out of your busy life to read this fanfic and I hope you like it or enjoy. So here it is Make The Pain Away. Thanks for reading. I dedicate it to Bloody Mist. Reviews are helpful and appreciated.
Brief Summary: One more Uchiha survives. After lasting or merely being spared of by Itachi she's taken under his wing. Living and training under the Akatsuki household is a very unique experience for her. Everyday is the same until she manages to escapes from most of the pain and torture... so she thought. (Contains mature content and strong language in much later chapters, please read at your own risk! Also switches from first person to third person view: take heed to the warning)
Phase 1:
Tortured screams echoed off of many buildings scattered across the village. It sounded as if the townspeople seen some terrible omen of some sort. I tried to peer out of the window to see what was going on but Mommy forbid it.
"Yuuai! Get away from the window!" she shouted in panic. Her withered hands reached out to cradle my small frame. She detected the minor shivers and tears that came from me. Mommy cried too. What is going on? Why is this happening? Why is Mommy crying? I don't understand. At the moment blood splattered upon the windowpane I'd previously tried to look out of. We both screamed in severe terror.
"Mommy what's going on?" I sobbed to her.
She only held me tighter to her as an answer to my question. Her warm tears settled on my cheek, streaming without restraint down my face; mixing with my own tears. A shaken sigh seeped through Mommy's lips. Fear had taken over her body.
"Yuuai," her soft, shaky voice spoke, "I think the village is being attacked."
"Attacked by who Mommy?"
"I don't know. I want see your father. I need him to be...with us."
Mommy kept on saying things about Daddy and how she wished he was here, with us. Mommy couldn't stop crying. Everything is so out of order. Daddy should have been home by now. What could be taking him so long?
"Mommy, do you know where Daddy is?"
She hesitated to speak and then calmed her nerves, "I'm afraid I don't know. Maybe he's already…..," she burst into tears, "no he can't be! Yuuai you're so young! Seven years old and we're in the middle of some calamity! I'm so scared!"
I tried to make things better with my knowledge, "Mommy. You forgot that I'm really smart and ahead of everyone in my class. And the teacher said I should advanced to the next two levels."
Mommy didn't pay attention to me. She used me as comfort or maybe even like a pillow, clinging onto me like she was about to lose her life. But this current event was crucial. My questions are making her sad.
An abrupt scream of pain ricocheted through my ears. It must've came from outside.
The sound of Mommy's breathing halted. She was definitely in anxiety in the same way as I am. Although I wasn't fully attentive of the circumstances.
"Mommy?"
My voice drove her into to puddles of tears. Mommy hugged me securely like she never wanted to let me go. Something really bad is happening. Blood, Mommy crying, and a quiet village? Has the townspeople left?
Mommy released me calmly and buried her face in her hands while dropping to her knees on the floor. She continued to cry. I stared at her with wide, teary eyes as she guided her fists onto the floorboards screaming in distress, "why is this happening to us?! Why Kami?!! Please bring him home." That's when she relaxed her nerves and remained in her position; her face meeting the floor.
I didn't know how to help Mommy come over this or even make her happier. How could a seven year old girl lend a hand to her Mother in the time of need? And I exactly did that. I placed one of my small hands on Mommy's shoulders and encouraged her that Daddy would come home.
"Mommy, we'll get through this and see Daddy when he arrives."
She smiled at me with teary, eyes. "Thanks Yuuai-"
A heightened scream filled my earlobes. It sounded like Sasuke's voice. Mommy seemed worried.
"Mommy was that Sasuke?" I asked.
"It sure did sounded like Sasuke and it sounds like he's nearby. It could mean the attackers are…." Mommy grabbed my hand and led me into my bedroom. She closed the door behind us and placed me on the bed.
The room was incredibly dark however the only source of light was the blood-tainted glass windows. All I could think about was Sasuke; what's happening to him. I hope he's okay.
"Mommy do you think Sasuke is okay?"
She kneeled down in between the open space that my short legs formed.
"Yuuai," she addressed me with the most serious tone I'll ever remember, "if anything….is to ever happen to me….I want you to for eternity to be strong and remember that me and Daddy will forever love you, okay?"
I nodded my head. But why was Mommy saying such things? Is Daddy gone? Is Mommy going to die?
"Mommy why are you saying this?" I solicited.
"Because Yuuai I don't know the outcome of the situation; if I'm going to live or die…" she spoke softly while in the mist of crying.
The front doors locks were turning and it sounded as if someone was attempting to break in. Mommy and I looked at my bedroom door. Then she turned to face me and my snuffles.
Tears poured from my eyes, "Mommy you're going to live and so is Daddy and me. We'll live Mommy! We will all live!"
She embraced me in her arms in this moment. We both cried. Together.
Mommy pulled away from the hug and stood up to kiss me sincerely on my forehead. Where was she going to? Mommy won't die!
"Yuuai," she tucked a strand of black hair behind my ear and sniffled, "remember that I love you." A genuine smile formed upon her lips as her long, dark brown hair fell over her shoulders. She's so pretty. Mommy is pretty.
She slipped out a kunai knife from within her pocket and started for heading out the door until my voice shrilled her.
"Mommy-'"
She placed one finger on her lips, "shuuuush.."
And that's what I exactly did as I watched her depart out of the room and close the door behind her carefully.
"It-" it sounded like Mommy was terrified and shoved against the door. Her breathing sounded like it was cut off as she struggled to say something but I couldn't hear it quite clearly. I'm so scared. I need to help Mommy because she's hurting. She needs my aid. But I can't move my legs! Come on legs move, move, move! Mommy needs help!!!
In a instant a sword of some sort came through my bedroom door and it was tainted with dripping blood.
"Mom-my," I called out to her quietly not knowing if she's dead or alive.
"Mom-my," I repeated again inaudibly. Tears trickled down from my eyes making it's way down my sad, alerted face.
The same sword was yanked out of the door slowly and a loud thump; something hit the floor.
I cried gently.
Underneath the crack of the door….overflowing, passionate, red liquid escaped through into my bedroom floor, staining it with it's deep color. Blood, it's blood.
I gasped with tears. "Mommy?"
After minutes of sniffling and endless sounds of footsteps, my bedroom door opened gradually. Chills went down my spine. Is it Mommy? Please Kami let it be her!!
The room was so dark. I couldn't see anything. A sudden flash of lighting and I saw the figure standing before me for a quick second. So familiar. Could it be?
"Mommy?"
Out of obscurity hands wrapped around my neck. I'd strained to free myself from the grasp. But I'd failed. My vision became indistinct and vague. Everything went from dark to sheer blackness.
"…if anything…is to ever happen to me…I want you to for eternity to be strong and remember that me and Daddy will forever love you…" -Dearly Departed.