If I Could Touch The Moon, I'd Rather Reach for the Stars...
Rating: pg-13
By: bubblybunnie
Uahhh~~! This fanfiction writing is sooo difficult. I wish I could get around and actually finish something.. teeheehee.. just playing.. more like get around and post something rather than leave it on my computer. This is my first naruto ficcie... so please be kind and as always... I don't own naruto or any of its wonderful characters.
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'...' Thoughts
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KNOCK KNOCK!
Jiraiya, the ero sennin had dragged him all the way over to the next town after the disastrous chunnin examination to supposedly teach him more and more jutsus, but all the ero sennin did was go ga-ga over the first beautiful lady that enamored the ero sennin and sent him upstairs to the room, only to come and abuse the poor door. Sheesh~!
A boy in an orange jumpsuit grumpily stalked to the door, muttering, "all right, I'm coming! Sheesh! Impatient ero sennin!" Once at the door, he threw it open and grouchily glared at the intruder, only to open his eyes in bleary eyes in surprise.
'Sharingan? Sasuke? No, it isn't. This person is older. Then... who is this?' the boy thought desperately as he gazed up helplessly into unique crimson eyes. The person had dark, midnight blue hair that cascading down the side of his face. Twin scars ran down from the stranger's eyes to his cheek and wore a Konoha headband with a line etched into the middle of the emblem. A flowing, dark cape covered the majority of the stranger's body, and the only thing he could glean about the stranger was his startling beauty in a male.
"Mange Sharingan," the stranger whispered. "You will remember the painful sting of rejection and loneliness of your childhood for the next 12 hours."
The boy's body went rigid as painful memories began to overtake his consciousness.
"...," The stranger simply turned and glanced at his companion. A man with shark like features and a shock of unruly hair nodded at the unsaid demand and hefted the little brat over his shoulders.
"Kisame, let us leave before the sennin returns," Itachi commanded coolly, his eyes level to Kisame as a warning of punishment if not heeded, "I do not want an unnecessary skirmish."
"Hai, hai," Kisame answered as he followed Itachi san out to the forest surrounding the town they had entered to grab the kyubi brat. The journey had been more uneventful and boring than he thought it should have been.
***
He remembered the hatred of the villagers as they glared at him blatantly.
"What's that awful smell?" one of the villagers remarked snidely.
"Gross. It's that kyubi brat. Stay away from him," another one replied distastefully.
"Shhh... remember we're not supposed to say anything about that," an elder villager rebuked.
"Why didn't they just kill him or something."
"Go away you brat~! Can't you see you are not wanted here?"
He remembered whimpering in pain and loneliness. Sometimes they would even throw stones at him. 'Why doesn't anyone look at me with kind eyes? Am I that disgusting?' Wiping the tears from his eyes, he ran into the forest, where none of the other children dared to play and huddled as he wailed brokenheartedly.
***
"Iruka sensei, isn't it all right to pass him? I mean, he did manage a bunshin," Mizuki sensei commented to Iruka sensei. He looked up hopefully in the center of the room. Maybe he would pass after all.
"No. Even if he made a bunshin, it wouldn't be useful at all. He fails," Iruka sensei replied firmly.
He clenched his fist tightly against his thigh. Even to this day, no one acknowledged him or cared. Bitterly he ran out of the room as he recalled Iruka sensei's cold voice echo in his mind.
"Failure."
"Dobe."
"Idiot."
"What a stupid child."
"No wonder his parents abandoned him."
He blindly ran into the welcoming darkness as the words were thrown at him. 'It's not true! I'm stronger now! See... I can summon a toad! I'm already a genin. Stop it!' he cried out in his mind, his hands covering his ears as he continued to run. Abruptly, he doubled over in pain and all his thoughts reflected the cruel words of the villagers. He screamed as he struggled to his feet and finally, full unconsciousness settled in.
***
"Itachi san, once more you terrify me with your ability," Kisame casually remarked as he carried the kyubi brat over his shoulder.
"...," Itachi critically looked at the child as they gracefully zoomed past through the trees. The kid was short for his age, with sun-kissed golden blood hair and masculine features, unlike his own sharply defined, beautiful features. Three pairs of 'whiskers' lined the boy's cheeks and a Konoha head band covered a part of the boy's forehead. Itachi wrinkled his nose in distaste in a rare display of emotion as he looked over the boy's clothes. The blindingly orange jumpsuit didn't allow any camouflage at all and could be seen from hundreds of meters away. "Kisame. We will stop at the building,"
"Hai hai, Itachi san," Kisame replied, almost obediently. There was no denying that Itachi san was the stronger one and Kisame wasn't foolish enough to do anything to irritate Itachi san.
Itachi led the way into a secluded entrance that blended in with the surrounding green foliage. It was hard to see even when you were staring straight at it, unless you knew exactly where it was, which made it useful as a secret rendezvous location for those he deigned to enlighten. Quickly, he glanced over the forest to sense if there were any pursuers. Finding none, Itachi swiftly located the contraption that opened the door and led them into a dark underground passage. Even the best of shinobi's eyes would have difficulty dilating appropriately to see adequately. Of course, Itachi was the cream of the crop and had no difficulty adjusting to any and all extreme changes of conditions. His eyes flashed, calculating the future usefulness of Kisame, now that he had the nine-tails brat.
"Kisame... put the boy down," Itachi commanded quietly. Kisame complied automatically and didn't have enough time to respond as he found himself staring into the Mange Sharingan.
"Itachi... you...," Kisame gurgled in shock as Itachi, in a move too fast to detect, stabbed Kisame in the heart. "Naze...da...," he managed coughing up blood.
"Since you have the benefit of dying, I will tell you. I share power with no one, not you, nor the Akatsuki. The kyubi brat is mine," Itachi answered graciously as he watched the eyes of his companion of three years dull until it stilled in death, frozen in shock and betrayal.
Smirking at the body, Itachi quickly performed a jutsu that enabled him to learn all of Kisame's jutsus and knowledge. Disappointed at the lack of new jutsus, Itachi merely shrugged and snapped his fingers, creating a molten flame to dispose of the body. He did not willingly share anything that would make anyone other than himself stronger. Gently, Itachi lifted the kyuubi brat from the ground and carried him in his arms down the passageway to his temporary home. He had train the brat to be his tool after all.
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^^;; I hope this story was.. tolerable~! Thank you for reading.
Okay.. this is a bit elementary I know.. but how do you keep someone italicized and bold. It seems that every time I upload... it reverts back to the normal style. _
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Rating: pg-13
By: bubblybunnie
Uahhh~~! This fanfiction writing is sooo difficult. I wish I could get around and actually finish something.. teeheehee.. just playing.. more like get around and post something rather than leave it on my computer. This is my first naruto ficcie... so please be kind and as always... I don't own naruto or any of its wonderful characters.
".." Speaking
'...' Thoughts
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~
KNOCK KNOCK!
Jiraiya, the ero sennin had dragged him all the way over to the next town after the disastrous chunnin examination to supposedly teach him more and more jutsus, but all the ero sennin did was go ga-ga over the first beautiful lady that enamored the ero sennin and sent him upstairs to the room, only to come and abuse the poor door. Sheesh~!
A boy in an orange jumpsuit grumpily stalked to the door, muttering, "all right, I'm coming! Sheesh! Impatient ero sennin!" Once at the door, he threw it open and grouchily glared at the intruder, only to open his eyes in bleary eyes in surprise.
'Sharingan? Sasuke? No, it isn't. This person is older. Then... who is this?' the boy thought desperately as he gazed up helplessly into unique crimson eyes. The person had dark, midnight blue hair that cascading down the side of his face. Twin scars ran down from the stranger's eyes to his cheek and wore a Konoha headband with a line etched into the middle of the emblem. A flowing, dark cape covered the majority of the stranger's body, and the only thing he could glean about the stranger was his startling beauty in a male.
"Mange Sharingan," the stranger whispered. "You will remember the painful sting of rejection and loneliness of your childhood for the next 12 hours."
The boy's body went rigid as painful memories began to overtake his consciousness.
"...," The stranger simply turned and glanced at his companion. A man with shark like features and a shock of unruly hair nodded at the unsaid demand and hefted the little brat over his shoulders.
"Kisame, let us leave before the sennin returns," Itachi commanded coolly, his eyes level to Kisame as a warning of punishment if not heeded, "I do not want an unnecessary skirmish."
"Hai, hai," Kisame answered as he followed Itachi san out to the forest surrounding the town they had entered to grab the kyubi brat. The journey had been more uneventful and boring than he thought it should have been.
***
He remembered the hatred of the villagers as they glared at him blatantly.
"What's that awful smell?" one of the villagers remarked snidely.
"Gross. It's that kyubi brat. Stay away from him," another one replied distastefully.
"Shhh... remember we're not supposed to say anything about that," an elder villager rebuked.
"Why didn't they just kill him or something."
"Go away you brat~! Can't you see you are not wanted here?"
He remembered whimpering in pain and loneliness. Sometimes they would even throw stones at him. 'Why doesn't anyone look at me with kind eyes? Am I that disgusting?' Wiping the tears from his eyes, he ran into the forest, where none of the other children dared to play and huddled as he wailed brokenheartedly.
***
"Iruka sensei, isn't it all right to pass him? I mean, he did manage a bunshin," Mizuki sensei commented to Iruka sensei. He looked up hopefully in the center of the room. Maybe he would pass after all.
"No. Even if he made a bunshin, it wouldn't be useful at all. He fails," Iruka sensei replied firmly.
He clenched his fist tightly against his thigh. Even to this day, no one acknowledged him or cared. Bitterly he ran out of the room as he recalled Iruka sensei's cold voice echo in his mind.
"Failure."
"Dobe."
"Idiot."
"What a stupid child."
"No wonder his parents abandoned him."
He blindly ran into the welcoming darkness as the words were thrown at him. 'It's not true! I'm stronger now! See... I can summon a toad! I'm already a genin. Stop it!' he cried out in his mind, his hands covering his ears as he continued to run. Abruptly, he doubled over in pain and all his thoughts reflected the cruel words of the villagers. He screamed as he struggled to his feet and finally, full unconsciousness settled in.
***
"Itachi san, once more you terrify me with your ability," Kisame casually remarked as he carried the kyubi brat over his shoulder.
"...," Itachi critically looked at the child as they gracefully zoomed past through the trees. The kid was short for his age, with sun-kissed golden blood hair and masculine features, unlike his own sharply defined, beautiful features. Three pairs of 'whiskers' lined the boy's cheeks and a Konoha head band covered a part of the boy's forehead. Itachi wrinkled his nose in distaste in a rare display of emotion as he looked over the boy's clothes. The blindingly orange jumpsuit didn't allow any camouflage at all and could be seen from hundreds of meters away. "Kisame. We will stop at the building,"
"Hai hai, Itachi san," Kisame replied, almost obediently. There was no denying that Itachi san was the stronger one and Kisame wasn't foolish enough to do anything to irritate Itachi san.
Itachi led the way into a secluded entrance that blended in with the surrounding green foliage. It was hard to see even when you were staring straight at it, unless you knew exactly where it was, which made it useful as a secret rendezvous location for those he deigned to enlighten. Quickly, he glanced over the forest to sense if there were any pursuers. Finding none, Itachi swiftly located the contraption that opened the door and led them into a dark underground passage. Even the best of shinobi's eyes would have difficulty dilating appropriately to see adequately. Of course, Itachi was the cream of the crop and had no difficulty adjusting to any and all extreme changes of conditions. His eyes flashed, calculating the future usefulness of Kisame, now that he had the nine-tails brat.
"Kisame... put the boy down," Itachi commanded quietly. Kisame complied automatically and didn't have enough time to respond as he found himself staring into the Mange Sharingan.
"Itachi... you...," Kisame gurgled in shock as Itachi, in a move too fast to detect, stabbed Kisame in the heart. "Naze...da...," he managed coughing up blood.
"Since you have the benefit of dying, I will tell you. I share power with no one, not you, nor the Akatsuki. The kyubi brat is mine," Itachi answered graciously as he watched the eyes of his companion of three years dull until it stilled in death, frozen in shock and betrayal.
Smirking at the body, Itachi quickly performed a jutsu that enabled him to learn all of Kisame's jutsus and knowledge. Disappointed at the lack of new jutsus, Itachi merely shrugged and snapped his fingers, creating a molten flame to dispose of the body. He did not willingly share anything that would make anyone other than himself stronger. Gently, Itachi lifted the kyuubi brat from the ground and carried him in his arms down the passageway to his temporary home. He had train the brat to be his tool after all.
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^^;; I hope this story was.. tolerable~! Thank you for reading.
Okay.. this is a bit elementary I know.. but how do you keep someone italicized and bold. It seems that every time I upload... it reverts back to the normal style. _
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