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UNMEI
"Hikaru…..Hikaru!?" the loud yelling could be heard from across the room but it was shrouded by the overwhelming echoes of the droplets of rain that bombarded the roof. A Young man with blonde hair around the age of 21 sat the corner of his own bed looking straight at the heavy downpour that occurred outside his window. Kami how he hated rains, but he should be accustomed to it by now after all he lived here all of his life. Most of the people here seemed to be unfazed by it. But he couldn't stand it. Something deep inside him screamed that this place is not where he belongs, he always felt like an outsider.
Amegakure the place that he so calls home. He learned for a fact that this village of his was famous for being one of the most dangerous villages in the nation there was even a time where it held one of the most dangerous organization known as the Akatsuki. But after the 4th shinobi world war and the defeat of madara and the rabbit goddess peace and order are brought as all of the great hidden villages were now ruled by a single kage. Uchiha Sasuke the last survivor of the Uchiha clan and the greatest ninja of his time. All though peace was achieved and conflict was no longer an option it came with a price. Freedom was taken from the villagers curfews were ensued, the people were always being monitored by high class jounins and speaking ill to your leader would directly result to death. Some tried to oppose the Uchiha's rule but all of them were burned alive by his god like powers.
Sasuke. That name. There was always something that cripples him inside when he hears that name. It was something of a connection, He sees the man in television propagandas and in posters everywhere but he couldn't figure it out he detest the man with power by the way he is running the shinobi world but he would feel something more than hate, it felt like somehow he shares a bond and a cruel past with him, their leader. Did he have a connection with him?
His head ringed intensity as the pain came rushing in again. He could feel the insides of his brain throb as something deep inside were begging to come out. Instant flashes of images came rushing in.
He could see two figures facing each other as they planted their feet at the huge opposing statues that were in between a huge waterfall. The valley resembled a large scar as the two titans battle it out as it shook the limitations of the ninja world and beyond. But there was something more than those two men battling it out together. He would sometimes see vast meadows of soft green grass and feel the cool gust of wind under the heat of the sun. And the beautiful dances of the leaf across the horizon.
The images finally stopped, rubbing his temples softly beads of sweat trickled through his skin. Although the weather suggested that the temperature was below normal but he couldn't help but feel like he was being lit on fire. He carefully stood up from his bed and went to open the window letting the cool breeze of the never ending rain calm his senses. It doesn't seem to be enough as he took off his shirt showing off his well-built body. He could feel an overwhelming amount of power being propelled throughout his body waiting for him to somehow answer and finally unleashing it to the world. But why would he feel this terrifying amount of power inside of him. He wasn't even a ninja his father was a simple dango shop owner, his sisters weren't anything special either. So why does he feel confused and alone?. He has a loving family a good amount of friends but somehow it felt like he just met them yesterday.
He would seldom ask his father about his images and the way he felt about all this and his everyday complaint about his always moist and saturated home. His father and sisters would always laugh and tell him the same exact story over and over again. On how he lost his memory 3 years ago and tell him not to worry since he would always have them. He always believed that last part. But the first part he would always have doubts; he could see it in their eyes that they were hiding something from him.
He stared at the mirror in front of him inspecting the man in his sights. Spiky blonde hair, handsome features, 3 strange whiskers marks only at the left side of his cheeks that almost looked like a scar, and deep blue eyes that somehow resembled the clear skies he was denied of.
"Am I really Hikaru kado?" He would always ask himself that question. And in his heart the answer would always be no.
"Hikaru! Hikaru!?" the shout were a lot clearer now as the owner of the voice stood behind the door of his room. Hikaru didn't answer. The door slowly opened revealing a middle aged man with brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hey are you listening? We still have to open the shop with your sisters" The man questioned the blonde patting him in the back. Hikaru still didn't answer and just stared at the never ending rain outside.
"Dad…. am I really your son?"
The man's eyes went wide at his son's sudden question. But he was expecting this day to come that he would questions his identity and origin. He couldn't not bear to hold the truth from him anymore. It was probably the time to tell him the truth. His expression finally softened.
When he finally gave his answer Hikaru by this time must have went ballistic, mad, lied to. But somehow he wasn't surprised.
END!
Translations.
Unmei- Fate, Destiny
Hikaru- To shine
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