Series: Naruto
Setting: AU
Rating: M
Word Count: 1,127
Random Stuff: The idea for this one came from watching Domino, a movie loosely based around Domino Harvey, child to a famous actor who turned bounty hunter. Excellent movie I highly recommend it.
Bonus Writer Note: I don't know if I will ever put the rest of this up, all depends how I feel. I am very critical of my writing especially when you role play against an amazing writer everyday and it took me years to put something up online that I wrote and that was to my own Live Journal so this is a big step for me... I think I'm going to hyperventilate and pass out now!
I Am… Prologue
Low humming drone of the overhead flickering lights illuminated the room, the electric buzz sounded erratically with each flash, changing the room between light and dark. Slick lips wrapping about the cigarette, skin sticking to the butt before being dragged away knocking ash onto the floor, filling the room with the toxic smoke as it rolled through the air searching for its escape. There were two people in the cramped room which resembled a small break room that might have belongs to a janitor, small cheaply made chipboard table covered with dirt stained once white covering, two flimsy metal chairs and a row of half smashed in lockers. The setting was one of those dank places that below minimum wage slobs would sleep, not one thing in the room was clean. It was truly hell.
"You should confess now, save yourself the hassle. I will tell the judge that you cooperated so the death penalty will be taken off the table"
Another thick cloud of smoke filled the air, straight at the direction of the women watching on, promptly responded with a slender hand swiping at the smoke to clear her immediate vicinity. The instigator, a raven haired man apathetically looked straight past her into the one way mirror in front of him, the reflection that looked back was cut and bruised. Thin trailed of dried blood tarnished his pale skin, the deep red standing out predominantly in one spot, a deep gash from the side of his head that had trickled and dried giving the illusion that he might have cried a bloody tear but it was nothing of the sort.
"Why don't you tell me what happened? If you are innocent you have nothing to hide"
The man remained quiet, stubbing his cigarette out into the ashtray in front of him, sliding it across the table with two fingers. From behind the man gave the illusion of being of the opposite gender, trim figure, perfectly proportioned toned back that was now covered with bloodied bandages carefully wrapped around his ribs and shoulder, his long mid back length onyx hair loosely tied into a pony tail. The front told a different story, his face chiseled in the correct places, the defined lines running diagonal from the corner of his eyes out to his cheeks, the permanent scowl from narrowed eyes showing the predominant male gene in him.
"So you can twist the facts to weave your deceit . You can not think I would be so gullible" he calmly spoke, turning his head away as the light flickered off again.
Ten grueling hours he had been in there without a word uttered before that, the interrogators incessant questioning silenced temporarily with the words finally spoken.
"I am not here to do that Itachi. Tell me the truth, that's all we want"
He kept a vacuous face even thou he was huffing at the ignorance this women displayed. The threat tactics didn't work for the first ten hours, telling what they believed was his side of the story but now the innocent plea for a quest for the truth. The truth wasn't as simple as the straight facts. To understand the tale, he would have to go back to the beginning.
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My name is Uchiha Itachi, twenty years old. Unlike most people in my position I do not have a sob story about my life, I was not orphaned as a child nor what I abused in any way other than a few good stiff beatings around by my father when I fell out of line. I am here because I chose to be.
My upbringing was one of opportunities, born into a well renown family that was respected by many, living my life comfortably in the luxury of riches and power with my father being highly respected. I had a loving mother and a younger brother who adored and worshipped me for my every action. Basically I was born into the world with the silver spoon already in my mouth before I had been cut from the womb. My legacy was already in motion as soon as the doctor announced they were going to have a son.
Childhood, the best private schools money could buy, unlimited resources, my every whim catered for to nurture my ever growing intellect. Not only where they blessed with a son but a declared prodigy, excelling in everything mental and physical. Hoards of people lining up so they could get close enough to hope to have a taste, wanting to rise in the social ranks just by being at my side… but I despised the sheep.
Every one of them replications of the other, no personalities of their own with each of them acting in sequence to the others thinking that their actions would be noticed. They weren't. I didn't speak to them, want to know them, I was content in my own world. Words like anti-social, emotionally challenged, withdrawn, mentally unbalanced were thrown around as a way to label something they didn't understand.
This might have been true, more so as since I have only ever cried once in my life, that was when my cousin Shisui maliciously killed himself right in front of me. No one ever saw the tears being I was the only one around, suspicions thrown onto me just for an out, a scapegoat was all I was to them. The truth has never been revealed to this very day. This was the day I stopped caring about everything and everyone, even my brother who had held a big part in my heart was slowly being pushed out. I was completely numb.
My goals, preordained from birth. My life was to be like one of them, law enforcement was passed down from generation to generation but how can work in a job for that you don't believe in? I had no drive to save lives, to prevent tragedy, to serve and protect. I did not feel anything at all. My entrance two years ahead of schedule with my brilliant mind and elite skills honed since I could walk. My exit one month later. Broken nose and three cracked ribs of a superior officer promptly left to a discharge, proving they didn't take psyche evaluations seriously. Sharp mind, lighting reflexes, cat like agility, physically prowess, mentally unstable.
And then I met them by fate. For the first time in my existence I was drawn into this world with no sense of morality involved, no social boundaries, no discrimination. I stepped into the world of infinite possibilities, this was where I was meant to be. From that day onwards my future was written on my own accord with no one's hand guiding me to my goal, this is who I am.
I am a bounty hunter.