Legend of the Rain
Written by Nicolai Dienemann (Beta'd by Mrs Alichay Sohma)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we don't own Naruto. Sorry to disappoint.
Black Robes
A tall figured strode onto his balcony overlooking the city. It was raining and the grey clouds covered the sky. All you could hear was the soft noise of rain splashing on the wooden balcony and stony paths. Nakashima looked up to the sky, letting the rain trickle onto his face.
"Nakashima-san." Kuroda strode out and joined Nakashima on the balcony. Nakashima looked down at the woman that now stood next to him, Kuroda looked up and smiled. "Dinner is ready," she said.
Nakashima nodded and turned to leave. "Kuroda…" Nakashima began.
"Yes?" Kuroda joined him in the doorway.
"I…I want you to be careful." Nakashima looked down and strode into the house quickly. Kuroda was left standing in the doorway; she puzzled about what Nakashima had said. She also thought about the strange men in long dark robes that had come and talked to Nakashima…he had never quite been the same. She shivered and hurried in side.
Someone was out there, and whoever… whatever it was didn't seem very friendly.
There was a rumble of thunder, and the rain strengthened its downpour Nakashima was seated at the table his face buried in his hands. As Kuroda entered he rose to his feet, walked over to Kuroda and kissed her. "I am leaving tomorrow," he stated. Kuroda could not help but gasp in horror. Nakashima bowed his head. He hated having to do this. "You remember those peculiar men in their black robes?" he asked.
"Yes! What did they say to make you desert your town? They were probably just pranksters put to play a joke!" Kuroda was crying now tears of anger mixed with tears of fear.
"What they told me did not seem to be a joke, you remember the shorter one with pale skin and coloured finger nails? He showed me his eyes… they were full of pain, but I had a feeling he had inflicted it all. Then he showed me the eyes true form… He is one of the last surviving Uchiha Clan members. He is man you do not say no to."
"But what about your family, what about your training - " Kuroda interrupted.
"Silence! I will not tolerate your selfishness!" Nakashima yelled. He turned his back and walked up the stairs. Kuroda collapsed in front of the cooking fire; she slumped to the floor and cried herself to sleep.
The next morning she was awakened by Nakashima preparing himself food for his journey. His eyes were swollen, as if from crying too much. Kuroda got up and brushed down her dress; she was still watery eyed and had not got much sleep. Nakashima had his sword on his back; his pack lay open on the table, half full of rice balls, but a picture of Kuroda lay half buried imbetween the white spheres.
Kuroda smiled. "Where are you planning to go?" she asked.
"Do you care?" Nakashima answered, obviously still angered about yesterday.
"I do!" Kuroda answered a little angrily.
" I am going to meet some people in Konoha." Nakashima replied.
"Why?! What do these people want with you?" Kuroda was yelling again.
"I don't know! I don't know! They came to me again last night, they told me to meet them by the bridge. I am already late!"
There was a knocking at the door. Nakashima spun round; Kuroda watched some sweat trickle down his brow. " It must be them!" He walked to the door and opened it.
"You are late!" It was the tall blue man who had been with the Uchiha.
"You must excuse me." Kuroda said stepping in "I was keeping him."
"Is that so…?" The pale blue man said, his hand began to reach for his sword. Nakashima made a quick movement and his long blade was pressed against the blue man's throat.
"Don't you dare!" Nakashima yelled. His hand was twitching.
"Put it down Nakashima." The intruder's tone was cold, authoritative. You too, Kisame." It was the one with the painted fingernails. Where the hell did he come from? Kuroda wondered, but suppressed her thoughts; he was talking again. "I am Itachi Uchiha. We are here not to fight, but to take you to our leader. He… wishes to make your acquaintance."
"And if I were to say no?" Nakashima asked bluntly.
"I would have to kill you…" Itachi answered with a sigh. "Shall we go?"