Pitch black.
It was like running through a clearing-or a desert, come to think of it-during the new moon; pitch black.
She feared she was blind. Or deaf, too, she hadn't heard anything in awhile. No birds, or owls-she didn't know if it was night or day. No breeze or the creaking of trees. Not even scuffling noises as her boots hit the ground.
All she knew was that it was snowing. She thanked the lord that she hadn't lost her sense of touch. Every once in a while a snowflake would work its way onto her face, making her start shivering again.
Black again. Still black.
The only way she could actually see was by putting out charka into her surroundings to look around. It was using it all up.
The only sense she wished she didn't still have was smell. All she could smell was smoke and dead corpses.
That's when she heard it, the dreaded crunching of snow underfoot. It was winter and she had thought she had covered up her trail, but obviously the snow was giving her away.
The crackling stopped and it was obvious her pursuer had stopped.
Dead silence.
And then she jumped from branch to branch. In the deafening silence, it sounded like an explosion. And she was sure the people following her could hear her heart beat.
It was as she jumped in the pitch black, using her charka to 'see', that she saw a high form of punishment.
A shining lake.
It was frozen solid and it sparkle, lighting up the world.
How was glimmering? No moon to shine upon it. It was as if the pond taunted her. She swore as a kunai attacked her head.
Putting up an arm to block it, the pink haired woman clashed with her attacker. The two fighting moved so gracefully, to any onlooker it might have looked as if they were merely dancing.
And indeed to a red-eyed man consumed in darkness, they looked to be dancing. A cruel smirk played at his lips, but made it no farther and a slightly up-turned mouth.
He watched as the one-on-one fight became a five-on-one fight. He watched as the mysterious, cloaked and hooded Konoha ANBU fought the five.
The silly ANBU was separated from her teammates and fighting impossible odds against five Oto ANBU. There was no way this silly one could make it.
A clashing sound broke him out of his reveries. The lone ANBU dropped their weapon and was attacking with taijutsu.
A blue glow surrounded her fist as the ANBU swung in at her attacker. The Oto nin, too slow to dodge,
Blood poured from the ANBU's wounds and with a final thrust of the now-picked-up kunai the last Oto nin was dead, and the lone ANBU fainted.
A humorless chuckle passed from behind the porcelain mask as the fainting woman looked up into the black star-less sky.
There, up – not by the slowly emerging black-haired, crimson-eyed male – but up in the sky was a red moon.
And it was the exact color of the eyes of the man she was looking for, the man who was really standing right next to her.
The jade eyes behind the mask closed as the ANBU fainted.
Uchiha Itachi smirked.
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a/n: Okay, just for the record, this is my first ItaSaku so if I have them OOC I need you to tell me and I need you to tell me why. Also, I am but a poor, pitiful seventh grader, meaning I am twelve and most likely have a ton of grammer and/or spelling error. I also have no Japanese dictionary and am limited to the internet's unreliable resources. Gomen.
Warning to the Reader: I don't really mind flames because it just shows that said flamer is immature, but I just HATE it when people flame for pairings, so if you don't like the pairing click the 'Back' button, don't flame me for it.
Gomen: Sorry that this chapter is so short! I promise it will be a heck of a lot longer next time, this is basically a prolouge...or like a commercial for movie... understand? No? Sorry then...
Word count: 706. Like I said, short..