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Chapter 1
Uchiha Itachi by all means wasn't a boy who would suffer from chidhood or adolescence problems. If asked to his prideful father and the elders of the Uchiha Clan, they would tell it was because he was far too worthy for something that mundane and nothing that common could affect their prodigy who is superior to just everyone. Itachi was the most admirable child most had ever seen in their lives, with his intelligence, good looks and capabilities: he was the source of pride for his family, simply because no one could name another ninja who had graduated from academy at the age of 6, activated sharingan oly two years after and became a Chuunin at 9. No, not even a blind or deaf could doubt Uchiha Itachi's superiority and certainly no one could underestimate him thinking he may have acted like a child that he was. Even Itachi himself wouldn't believe that a day would come and he would feel like an adolescence at the age of 9, all alone and without the understanding of anyone. Because to Itachi, feeling like that was the pointor of weakness and Uchiha Itachi was anything but weak, that he had learnt.
On that cold March day, the thing that carried Itachi away from the town to an abandoned child park just outside of the town was exactly this fear of being weak. Most of them would find this fear meaningless thinking he was just so powerful to be weak; however, despite his young age Itachi was able to distinct the pale line between powerful and strong. He knew that he was powerful: everyone knew that he was powerful; but Itachi knew he had to be strong and being strong meant having no Achilles heels that the enemy could realize and use against him. And, he would never admit it to anyone; but Itachi had an Achillles heel: the loneliness he felt deep inside in his chest, at a point he thought only worked for circulation or simply breathing; but not for feeling.
This bloody emotion –loneliness, that is- had started only a couple of months before, with a sudden awareness that hit him badly and left him angry and rather confused. Simply because as far as he knew, he didn't need to feel lonely: no, not when he was surrounded with his respectable parents, adorable brother and the entire trustworthy clan of Uchiha. He would go to his father's study when he had questions, he would let his mother indulge him when he was tired after a mission, he would train with his brother whenever he had time and when a problem raised, he would always found the power of his clan behind his back. No, there was no reasonable reason for Itachi to feel lonely; however, he couldn't put another name for the feeling that burnt him seriously. Of course, he wasn't an expert in the course of emotions; but one would know what they felt, right? Besides, Itachi's problem wasn't with knowing: actually he was glad that he knew the weakness of him; because the prodigy of Uchiha wasn't someone who thought that ignorance was bliss. His problem was lying with finding and destroying the reason of this feeling: because he had not solution to the matter at the hand.
He had tried everything he could think –considering who he was, this was telling something- to erase that thing- that emotion. For example, he had spent every minute he could find with his family or friends with simply talking or enjoying with them. He even had put his a bit stagnant–and rather restful even if he didn't accept- character aside and tried to embrace the joyous sides of life to feel full of life –to no avail. After all of this trying, he still felt lonely without a single understanding soul around him. Without a single soul to see how desperate, cornered and alone he was.
So, in that cold March day, he sat on a swing that had lost its colors long ago and let himself to be driven away in the depths of his messy mind –and heart. Without the knowledge of another lost soul who is on his way of the abandoned park, with his torn pants and tattered heart.
A/N: Hope you liked, please let me know what you think.
