Hello! Well, as you can see, I've decided to start off my very first post on this website with a Sasuke Uchiha FanFic!
I hope you'll enjoy it, and if you do, please feel free to share your opinion by reviewing, please!
Honestly, it'll make my day and will prompt me to write quicker, haha!
Until then, my lovelies
-Berry
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any other of Masashi Kishimoto's works, I only own my characters which are incorporated into this story!
It was like a thousand burning needles were jabbed in at the same time, shooting up and down my arm. Flop sweat burst out and it felt like a wave of nausea had just hit me, the backs of my bruised knees and elbows sleeked with a layer of moisture, almost on the brink of giving away.
But I continued waltzing my way down the village streets of Konohagakure; Filled-to-the-brim plastic bag's hanging at my elbow's and only cutting off just bellow my thighs. My tender sweaty palms were desperately trying to keep their grip onto the other end of the book's that I held stacked up on my scarred forearms and pressed against my chest suffocatingly. I could barley look around the corner of the piled up books with my already-craned neck.
As you can guess, it was summer in Konoha, though it felt like I was amidst Sunagakure. I could hear the cheerful cries of glee as the near-by academy had ended and their children had been released into the open, signaling that the holiday's had finally begun. Their merry voices rang in my ears, pulling slightly at the strings of my heart because I knew, I knew I'd never get a day off; Father would never allow it...
I shook my head, or at least attempted to, and forcefully pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind, and instead started to focus on the given task. Yet, something still nagged me, I just couldn't pin-point. The weather must be affecting my brain. I found my attention caught by the flimsy texture of the faux blue flower tickling my ear. And then it hit me: In this weather, my flowers will start to wilt, and the ones in Grandmother's garden will dry out, too, if I don't hurry to water them...! This thought got me moving faster, my feet swiftly placing themselves one before the other in an attempt to pick up my pace and hurry back home. I could feel the eyes of villager's following me, amusement glinting in their eyes as I jogged past them unsteadily. I mean, this isn't too hard; it's just my luck that I was sent out to run errands right after a harsh round of in-depth training... Though of course, luck is never in my favor.
"NARUTO!"
An angry yell up ahead sliced through the air, as well as the enraged shouts of the villager's further down the street. I tried to stretch out my neck further to see what the commotion was all about, but as soon as a got a peek at what's in front of me, I saw the man with his back to me jumped out of the way of what seemed to be an in-coming object. Before I could react, or even flinch for that matter, the man was replaced by a flash of orange and yellow and an enormous force crashed into me. Book's catapulted out of my reach and my bags hit the ground with a loud 'thud' as to my dismay, the now-demolished milk container inside spilled all over the sidewalk and the fruits inside the plastic which survived the accident rolled out onto the dirtied pavement.
We collapsed in a heap, my arm experiencing a searing pain that got worse with each passing second. The shock that was sent through my body was almost unbearable; my muscles cramped up on mine, practically tearing from my bones, as my hands curled into a claw. I lay there, unable to do anything except attempt to contain my pain. The weight of the books was now replaced by a different weight, one which was much heavier and moving to the raspy breathing I could hear, but it was soon lifted off revealing a young blonde boy with whisker-like marks on his cheeks. My face flushed as I realized what had just occurred on the bustling streets. What an embarrassment... The boy chuckled nervously while he scratched the back of his head as he heaved himself up, reaching out his hand to me once he was sure he had regained his balance.
"Sorry about that!"
His voice was scratchy, just like his breathing. I slowly propped myself up onto my wobbly elbows and interlaced my hand with his. Scoffs of the villagers could be heard in the background as he hoisted me up with an unexpected strength, almost causing me to bump into him once again. Huffing, I wriggled my hand out of his and took a step back. I dusted the end's of my silken Obi before finally looking around me. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes as I gasped at the sight to be seen on the ground.
I will be in alot of trouble with Father... He will be very displeased.
"H-Hey! Don't cry! I-I'll help you clean up, Dattebayo!"
I was tempted to open my mouth and retort to him, but of course, with the little courage I possessed I wouldn't have dared say anything. Instead, I silently began kneeling the middle of bending down to pick up the remains of the plastic bag closest to me, an angry yell sounded from right behind the boy.
"NARUTO! Look at what you've done now! Poor girl..."
A Jounin in a green vest walked up to us and slammed the palm of his hand down onto the head of the boy with green goggles atop his forehead. "Ouch!" Ignoring the boy's yells and flails, the man grabbed him by the ear and bowed down to me. "I am deeply sorry for the mess we have created." I hurriedly got up and clutched my hands together in front of me, immediately shaking my head rapidly from side to side. "Oh no! It is not your fault! I simply was too late to move out of the way... You mustn't apologize!" The Jounin looked up in surprise, only to see my head already dipped down to him. He laughed nervously.
"Well then I shall be going now, and I am guessing you have to go now, too?" I asked, bending slowly to my knees and packing the groceries into my bag again and piling up the books one again in order. The man nodded his head and waved towards me as he left, calling out another apology as he walked down the road, dragging the boy along with him.
This will be the death of me...
"You fool! You dare think about coming back here without the items I've requested and then coming up with a ridiculous story of an excuse like that? Control those unruly thoughts of yours, child!"
Another fist crashed down onto my skull as I stood still with my head down while I bowed. The pacing footsteps of the man I call 'Father' were echoing around the empty room. I didn't dare talk back… No-one can talk back to father...
"-And to think you'd be the last child of your mother; your origins are low to the point where you shall have to limbo under our family tree!"
That was one of my Father's favorite phrases. Constantly reminding me of how my mother is no more. The tears from before welled up in my eyes once again.
"-You have been made a fool of in public more times than the Akimichi clan. You should be glad that none of the Uchiha's had spotted you."
"I understand Otou-san. I deeply apologize for my foolish mistakes. I will make sure that never happens again."
He stopped pacing and stood directly in front of me, his cold glare burning through my skull.
"You better hope not, child. Otherwise I shall make sure you never see broad daylight again."
I could hear father yelling at one of his workers again... Even though they were downstairs, I could hear their conversation clearly. It wasn't very interesting nor did I want to listen in on boring conversations; I just felt sorry for the man who had to confront my father with the bad news. It seems like something had gone wrong when shipping weaponry to a man named Gatō from the Land of Waves. I've heard of him before, though his company isn't quite 'popular' right now, I know my father sees something in him. Otherwise, he wouldn't give that 'Gatō' a second thought.
Knock Knock
"Open the door, child!"
I jumped in surprise at the sunned voice of my Father. I scurried up to my feet and latched onto the door handle as I twisted the knob.
"Yes, Father?"
His gaze wondered around the room and then right snapped right back to meet my gaze.
"I shall be leaving for a time being, I will return in 5 hours. Have dinner prepared by then, and I expect every nook and cranny in this house to be scrubbed."
I bowed down to him and nodded my head.
"Of course, Father."
With a sharp flick of his wrist, the door was slammed back shut once again.
I straightened my back and turned around to the books lying on the floor. At the far end of my room wall, an armchair silently sat. It was a rather comfortable chair in my opinion, though accompanying it were a variety of books stacked up so high, they reach the chairs arms. Of course, these book piles were on either side of the sofa, but I guess these will all have to wait until tonight because, after all, I am a certified insomniac.
Hesitantly, I left the room and walked down the stairs cautiously, just incase my father hadn't taken my brothers with him. I stopped at the bottom of the stairwell, turning my head to look around the living room space. My house was huge. I've heard people call it a mansion, but I don't. To me, the word 'mansion' sounds snotty, even if my father constantly uses that word. To me, this place was more of an extremely large cage.
I went ahead and opened the door to my right, which led to the in-door training arena, but no one was there. I'm sure my brothers have decided to tag along with Father, otherwise this room would've been filled with the sound of buys roughhousing and shouting... So now I'm all alone, left behind once more. I strolled towards the door on my opposing side of the training room. This door leads to out garden, where I keep my flowers. Unlocking the door with the key in the hole, i slipped into the spare small pair of shoes I always kept by the door. Now, The sky was hued a light lavender and a cool summer breeze was wafting through the air, unlike before where heat waves were clashing upon the village. I grabbed my blue watering can and began filling it with water from the tap poking out of a small metal container against the wall. Looking up, it seemed that some of my blue flowers have wilted... I carefully tipped the can, letting the water gently drizzle over the flowers.
I made sure not to pour too much onto the flowerbed of Forget-Me-Not's, but once I was sure they had enough, I reached out and plucked one of the healthy one's from its spot in the dirt. The flower in my hair was identical to the one in my grip right now, the only difference being that one was fake while the other was real.
After checking up on all the other flowers, I headed back inside. I locked the door back up and stared at the clock on the wall. It's 5:48. Through the training room and back to the entrance room I went. I trotted over to the body-length mirror that stood near the entrance, by the vases and the framed weaponry on display. I stared back at my reflection and carefully tilted the flower that was bundled into my red hair... Red hair... My brothers would always tease me about it, saying things like 'What's that on your head? A mountain lions fur ball?' or 'Hah! You look like a tomato!' and it hurt... I didn't show it though; I always kept my face a void of emotion to them; Unreadable and blank.
Carefully, I shifted my headband so it'd be holding back my bangs out of my face before heading straight to the small closet-type room which contained all the necessaries for cleaning.
I flopped down onto the freshly polished marble floor, leaning my back against the white wall. It has took me hours on end to finish this... And with checking up on the food to see if it has burned or not, too.
Using the mop in my hands as a cane, I made my way over to the spacious kitchen. I could say that it seemed welcoming... Though only if you came over to eat, not to cook. Carefully climbing onto the counter seeing as to my dismay I was too short to reach up to the area I was going for, I reached for the dining nook atop the wall from which hung an assortment of stainless steel appliances. I carefully un-hooked the ladle from the clasp and gently slid off the counter. Getting out 5 off-white bowls from the wooden cupboard on my left, I set them down onto the burgundy counter. I dipped the ladle into the Hamaguri Ushio-jiru; Father's favorite soup since, seeing how he was vexed before, I've decided I might as well do this for my own good and attempt to please him with a nice meal...
Balancing the tray of bowls in one hand, and a pot of jasmine tea in the other, I cautiously made my way towards the large dinner table and set down the trays. I took my time sorting it all out and positioning the utensils and by the time I had finished, it was already 6:54. Father should be coming home soon... I was about to take a seat and rest when the sudden smash of a door jolted me to my feet.
"WE'RE BACK!"
I could recognize that voice from miles away... Father was back home, and it looks like Akihiro, Seiichi and Tadao are back, too...