A/N: hi everyone, yes, this is the sequel to Tear-stained Scars, i hope you like it, and for all you new readers you might wanna go take a quick glance at the first story or else you will be completely confused.

enjoy.

The afternoon sun shone brightly over the village hidden in the leaves. It was a cloudless day and all was mostly quiet, the only noises to be heard were the bird's singing and the hustle of the village marketplace.

But the golden silence can only last so long.

Sitting down next to a fountain in the schools main courtyard, the symbol of all things wild and free, a wolf laid in the shade, a dark green vest covering all but its head, legs, and tail, with the Kohona Military Police Force emblem on each side with the words "canine unit" printed underneath it.

The large clock on the outside of the academy moved ever so slowly to where one might go insane watching it for long periods of time. But Amaris the ninja-wolf knew better than to waste her energy getting agitated, her favorite Uchiha in all of this village would be coming out of those doors in 3……..2………..1

RING

The doors to the school slammed open as a stampede of children ran out, a few familiar faces stopped to give their old white friend a scratch behind her ears or a friendly treat saved for her from their lunches, as much as she enjoyed the attention she wouldn't take her eyes off the open double doors.

Finally she saw him come out, leaping off her haunches she escaped the hands which pet her and ran right up to her master, a rather handsome, teenage Uchiha boy of thirteen years, but his maturity surpassed his age by decades, or so his family bragged.

Letting his shoulder bag filled with scrolls and books which were to be memorized and read to the ground, the black-haired teen also greeted his minion with a scratch between her ears, not bothering to pick up his pack, the white beast did it for him, walking beside him all the way to the training field with the heavy load in her jaws.

Warm air blew from the east as the two silently walked through the town, but they didn't go home, no, they went to the forest training grounds.

Looking out at the expanse before him, which consisted of trees, trees, and even more trees; Sasuke stopped walking and took in one deep breath, already feeling Amaris prepare for their daily training sessions as her chakra exploded. From the corner of his eye something large and white invaded his vision, but these things no longer surprised or amazed them as they had when he was a child.

A brief moment of utter silence passed as the Uchiha and the Ookami gathered their energies, closing his eyes, Sasuke clenched his fist, making himself statue-like for more than a moment.

Suddenly, in a flash, the beast darted forward, the teen grabbing a handful of its long, white hair as it passed by, using it to pull himself up onto it.

Winding between the trees at a top speed, Sasuke had less than a millisecond of reaction time to see his targets and throw a kunai at them. That well hidden marks were scattered at random, at times he would even have to look behind himself as Amaris ran to make sure he didn't forget one.

But he never did.

The sound of metal penetrating wood ringing in their ears only encouraged the duo to go faster, and at a quicker pace. The moment the wolves' two front feet stepped into the clearing, the black-haired boy lept off its back, as he twisted in mid-air he grabbed many kunais form his pack and tossed them in ever direction, doing his best to imitate his elder bother's talents.

Landing with knees bent and one hand on the ground, his mount nowhere in sight, he pushed off and went into the trees, moving as fast as he could before the second part of his training session found him.

Knowing that in seconds he would have ten or so of his pet's conjured attack dogs on his tail, Sasuke grabbed more kunais from the pouch strapped to his leg and his more targets which had been set up just for this purpose.

Accuracy and speed were the goal here, which with the blood which ran in his veins he had the strong-points of both. But even though he was fat, the ninja-dogs were faster.

Claws digging into the bark of the tree limbs, they had all caught their target's scent, and an entire fleet of silent predators were only feet behind him. One brave one made a jump for it, his razor-sharp teeth which could rip off limbs and large chunks of flesh imbedded themselves into the smooth, porcelain skin of the Uchiha's ankle.

POOF

A miserable clone.

The pack split up, each one heading into a different direction. They had been tricked, how they could keep following a fake they didn't know, and now anger and irritation fueled their adrenaline rush.

But it was too late, by the time they had uncovered the imposter the real teen was crossing into an open field, signaling the end of the practice.

Seeing her master emerge from the brush, Ammy dismissed the clones, and they all, teeth, claws, fur and everything, disappeared into nothingness.

Hardly needing to catch his breath, the Uchiha remounted Amaris as he rode back through the trail to recollect his kunais.

X.x.x.x.x-X-x.x.x.x.X

"Twenty-five out of twenty-five, we did good today" the raven-haired teen remarked as he and his pet walked through the streets of Kohona, to the Uchiha District.

Hearing several laughing and happy voices as he approached his house, the Uchiha could tell by the sound and the mood of the area that only one event could have possibly of had happened here.

Itachi was home.

It was a rare but much-appreciated time, those one to two days each month he was home, when he wasn't on missions, out risking life and limb for the village he was raised in.

To the rest of the clan he was an idol, to his peers he was an over-achieving show-off, to the other villagers he was a hero, and to his enemies he was death itself.

But to Sasuke he was just his older brother, one who would always receive the spotlight as he himself was left in the shadows to shiver. But the feeling no longer made his chest ache as it had years before, he had taken a reality check, and this was indeed a reality.

As family and friends were worshipping their self-made god which was the clan prodigy, the pale Uchiha, followed by his loyal servant which was Amaris, went out to the back porch area to go and pry splinters from his pet's feet, which did hurt her but not badly enough to affect her speed or agility.

WHINE

The Ookami wasn't sure what hurt worse, walking on a splintered and blistered paw or having them pulled out. But her owner was kind and would rest her freshly de-splintered paws into bowls of fresh, cool water after he was done to dull the pain.

"Aye Sasuke, how was the academy?" a black-haired woman asked as she dried her hands off with a dishtowel. Standing in the doorway with the usual look of cheer covering her features, a white apron adorning most of her entire body, Mikoto Uchiha pursued to drill her son about his day at school.

After what seemed like one very annoying eternity of giving one-word answers to all her questions, his mother was finally pulled away by her duties to the guests which had come to see the ever-so-tired Itachi.

After finishing being doctor to his wolf's feet; the teen sat on the steps as he had done so many times before, getting some amusement from watching the white-furred creature next to him catch flies in her mouth, spitting them out less than a second later.

Becoming bored he glanced over at a decorative pot which had been left outside during a recent rain, seeing his reflection he couldn't help but stare at the scars under his one eye. Permanent symbols and reminders of that horrid event which took place years ago.

Images of shackled children, monstrous overseer's, human bones and death itself flashed through his mind, making him close his eyes and look to the sky, wanting to much just to forget any of it ever happened.

Groan.

Feeling his loyal companion's snout poke his hip in an attempt to make him feel better, Sasuke rested his hand on her side, absent-mindingly scratching the area, his mind fighting back the floods of emotions which had been haunting him for years made their usual comings which happened on a nearly daily basis for the teen.

Sensing her owner's anguish, the Ookami could only rest her head on his leg and be his only friend as he suffered through this time of pain as a celebration from which he was excluded proceeded inside of the place he called home.