Sleight of Hand

By MezmorizeHypno

Prologue:

There are several ways we could start our story; a variety of things that could be where it began. I'm not sure, exactly, what triggered the event to happen, but I do know that it will be the source of my nightmares for years to come. It has changed my life, both in good ways and in bad. I have heard so many variations, and theories, and rumors that it could drive anyone insane trying to pick out the real story from all the gossip.

It occurred nearly three years ago and I am one of the few to have gotten a personal account, put together through a range of sources, and confirmed by someone who survived it all.

I can't imagine living through something like that, and then remembering it every second of every day, dreaming about it every night, and retelling it to someone, a stranger, who can't even begin to understand what it felt like. It would be horrible.

It is, understandably, too painful for them to relive it more than once, so I have been asked to put the incident down on paper in their stead. They want people to know about it, they want their experience to be passed down through history, and they have put it upon me to make sure it is worth hearing.

Me?

I am a psychiatrist.

To be more specific, I am the psychiatrist for Itachi Uchiha and Hinata Hyuuga. I was personally commissioned to come, all the way from Jomae Village, to listen to their account and assist them in any way I could. Even I, who have listened to shinobi horror stories all day long for years, was appalled by the atrocities they suffered.

Now, it is my responsibility to tell you. It will be your job to pass on the story, and keep this from happening to anyone else.

Let's begin.

I know the first chapter is short, but I couldn't get much more detail to fit without throwing it all off balance or boring you. THe next chapter will be longer. R&R