Title: Confessions of a Teenage Shinobi
Rating: K+
Genre: I don't know the genre…
Summary: He is a seventeen-year-old jounin from the village of Konoha. He graduated at the top of his Academy class at age 7, had mastered the Sharingan by age 8, became a Chounin at 10. He became an anbu by the age of 13 and killed his clan at the same age. He is Uchiha Itachi and this is his story.
a/n: Hello, mina-san! I'm back with another biography fic.This time it's by Itachi. I hope you guys enjoy this!!! Anyway, please to review. I really would appreciate your comments and suggestions.
Confession of a Teenage Shinobi: The Prologue
Drip drop, drip, drop.
I don't like it when it's raining. The wind becomes very unruly and chilly. The clouds hide the bright warm sun. The sky grows dark even at noon. I get very wet and become very cold. At night, I cannot sleep when it is raining. The sound of splashes of raindrops makes me feel unrested. I feel very uncomfortable with thunder and lightning, not that I am afraid of them. I just cannot predict them, that's all.
I hate the way the raindrops fallon my bare pale skin. I hate the way mud gets between my toes and under my shoes. I hate the way the cold wind blows on my face that gives me chills. I hate the way people hide for shelter when it begins to rain, and yet they say they love the rain. I just hate the way it rains. What can I say? I hate the rain.
It is not like I can stop it from raining. And I am not saying that rain is unimportant and we can live in a world without rain. But, what really gets into my nerves is being stuck in a dark leaky cave while your partner is out there somewhere in the rainstorm at sunset. What can I do? It is not like I can get out of this situation by making a set of hand seals. And my situation would be come better if I keep on complaining to myself. I just hope that I am alone in this cave. And the last thing I need is company.
I opened my Sharingan to know whether I was all by myself or I might be in a home of a carnivore. I scanned the area. I wanted to make sure that I was all alone in this cave. If anybody or anything would be here, I would immediately kill it or him. It took me a few seconds to actually distiguish what I saw. At first, I believed it was a wild boar, but it turned out to be something else. A few ways to kill him ran through my head. I was already about excute my plan, when I saw his eyes… rather her eyes.
There was something in her eyes I could not explain. It was like I have seen it somewhere before, her look. It was so delicately shaped that it was as if Amaterasu herself molded it; like each eye lash , each eyebrow was delicately sewn. It was like emeralds lost in the darkness. What could I say? It was pretty. And somehow, it made me lost all the need to kill and just made me say, "Come out of there. I won't hurt you."
She was hesitant at first to come out. She took her movements slowly like a ninja infiltrating an enemy base. It wasn't long before I saw her entirely. She wore a cotton peasant dress much like the people in the countryside. She wore a worn out apron and she wore dark brown leather sandals. She walked towards me and gave a small bow. I let out a half smile and sat down on one of the eroded stalagmite. She sat down on the cave floor avoiding looking at my eyes with her knees tucked under her chin.
It took me quite a long time before I found realize the colors she was wearing. Her eyes only gleemed in the darkness of the cave. The lightning needed to strike three times before I was sure that her dress was red. She had her hair tied in a single braid up to her waist with a red laso. It was only when I looked at ribbon did I paid attention to the color of her hair. It wasn't brown or black. It was like cherry blossoms blooming their best in spring.
"Who are you ?" she broke the silence between us.
"If I told you," I made sure our eyes met. "would you shiver with fear?"
She shook her head but answered with a shaky voice. "No, I have faced death many times. This instance is no different."
I was intrigued by her answer and the way she said it. At first I planned to give her a fake name, but her reaction just made me say, "I am an Uchiha. My name is Itachi."
Her eyes widened and further emphasized her gem-like eyes. "You mean the boy who murdered his clan?"
I smirked. "So, what are you going to do now?"
"Why?"
"Huh? Aren't you afraid?" I asked quite a bit surprised.
"Why did you kill them? I'm sure you have your reasons." She made eye contact with me again. This time it was different. It was though she wasn't afraid of death. "Everyone has his story. I'm sure you have one. Come on, tell me."
"It's none of your business." I looked away from her. "And besides, it's nothing like a fairy tell come true or a best seller novel. It will be just a waste of time."
"It's alright." It was the first time I saw her smile. "I mean, we'd be doing nothing for quite a long time."
I grabbed my shuriken. I was prepared to cut her throat. I stood up but somehow something inside me prevented me from killing her. I threw the shuriken to the wall and looked at the pouring rain.
"Once, there a boy who thought he had every his heart desired. But, he knew there was something inside him that feels empty. When he found it, however, they took it away from him."
I did not understand why I did that because I am not the one who loves to tell stories. I am not even the one who talks a lot. But, there I was. I told my story. I shared it with someone. And what's more, it was a stranger. Weird, ne?
a/n: That was the prologue. The next chappie is already uploaded! Please review!!! Forgive me for any typographical errors, grammatical errors, and misspellings…