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"About time dear, you've been sleeping for days."
Ayame sat up and looked around. She was in a small room decorated with a lavender and white motif.
A woman kneeled beside her, pouring something into a lavender ceremonial dish.
"I was worried; you seemed to have gone through quite a lot before coming here."
"….If I may ask, how did I get here?"
The woman set aside the pot and handed her the dish.
"I brought you here. I used to be a shinobi myself, Konoha's black ops to be exact."
Ayame took a sip of the clear substance. It tasted sweet, but had a tart aftertaste.
"And you….you're Itachi's young sister, Ayame Uchiha."
"Good news travels fast, doesn't it?"
"Oh dear, he's not so bad if you can get past that tough exterior of his. He's a nice boy."
"I've never had the pleasure of meeting Itachi. I however have gotten to know the notorious Sasuke Uchiha."
"Well…..considering your past with him-"
"Consider nothing. He hates me and wants me dead. He can't own up to his mistakes so he takes it out on someone else."
"Well……, we'll continue later. It looks like the tea has taken effect."
Ayame was about to ask, but a hazy feeling flooded her senses, slowly bringing her down in a sea of bliss.
"Who else is here Atame Oba-chan?"
"Someone I would like very much for you to meet."
It felt like somewhere between a dream and cruel reality.
Ayame climbed out of bed, drifting towards the voices that caused the clouds of her dream world to stir. She saw that it was the old woman speaking to a young man in ANBU gear.
When they fell silent, she knew they had sensed her.
Muttering an apology, she made to exit.
"Dear, would you mind coming to sit with us? There's someone I would very much like you to meet."
Ayame shook her head to clear the dream with no success.
"With all due respect Atame-San, I don't really think I can."
"So, this is the new arrival."
Ayame knew the voice to be Itachi's. She couldn't bring herself to encounter another Uchiha, not now.
"Should you be on your feet, so soon after birth?"
A sudden darkness descended upon the room. The blackness was so cold and potent, it made Atame shiver.
"I shouldn't be on my feet at all."
Bowing deeply to them both, she exited the room, taking the darkness with her.
Itachi said nothing for a while before rising from his chair.
"That much raw power can kill her."
"She shares the same darkness Sasuke possessed as a child."
"No. This darkness is much different. There's a certain resignation that resides in her. If someone were to tell her that they wished to take her life, she would have no objection."
He bowed respectfully and turned to leave.
"That worries me. This child could get hurt."
"What intriguers me is that the assailants wouldn't get close. Her madness will kill them before they can even draw a single breath of her air ."
Atame watched over the youth as she slept. Her aura was an ominous black, a sure sign of things to come.
"Such an innocent young girl. What pain must she endure before she can find happiness?"
The halls were dark and foreboding as she ran through them. The floors were cold beneath her bare feet, keeping her aware of her thudding heart.
Was she running or was she searching?
Voices surrounded her every step she took, haunting her for reasons unknown. Warnings, prayers, chantings, whispers; but she couldn't tell what any of them were saying.
Stop and look
That voice rose above all others.
Stop and look; isn't he beautiful?
Dead end. She refused to turn. She knew she couldn't face it; not now.
Look...he favors me...
Ayame jerked awake, the sharingan coming to life, then dying again; taking away her energy. She dropped back onto her pillow, staring into desolate darkness.
He haunted him even now. Or was it her conscience punishing her?
She forced herself to stand, muttering curses after a few false starts. She could feel her body rejecting the calm aura of the house, her blackness tainting anything she touched, only to be purified once more. The was no sound except the faint ringing of small bells.
Drawn to the sound, she found her way outside.
Everything was beautiful in the pale moonlight. Atame lived deep in the forests of an uncharted territory. She was surrounded by prairie land, trees, and a lake.
Everything was serene and clean, reaching out to her, rejected by her.
Ayame went on, following the sound of the bells. She found the sound, caused by silver bells swinging in the breeze. They were tied to a lone branch with a little girl's hair ribbon.
Silver bells and lavender dreams brother……………
Ayame shook the words away. "They mean nothing, so stop thinking about them."
She turned to the lake before her, glittering beautifully as if it were embedded with diamonds.
Ayame graced the water with her fingertips. Cold, just like her. Silently, she took off her gown and stepped into the water. The coldness seeped into her body, mingling with the ice that already existed.