A faint rustling was heard in the serene silence of the day, as a man walked slowly towards an abandoned compound
A faint rustling was heard in the serene silence of the day, as a man walked slowly towards an abandoned compound. He paused and turned right and stood in front of a house, his hand moved skillfully picking the lock. The gate finally gave in and swung open to greet him with a creaking sound.
He walked towards the old house, his black eyes taking in every detail. It was just as he remembered it- without the hustle and bustle of people. The door creaked open to reveal a long winding corridor; he walked quickly and stopped to watch the portraits around him. He paused and stared at one in particular. It was a portrait of a dark-haired man with piercing black eyes and lines under his eyes. The man quickly broke eye contact, and climbed the staircase and walked stealthily towards a door it had a symbol of a white and red fan imprinted on the door. His pale hand shook as he reached for it and opened the door.
The room was large and dust; no one had been it for years despite the dust you could tell everything was in order. The man's black eyes darted furtively scanning the room for a chest of drawers. After finding it, he moved quickly but gracefully and began rifling through it. It was important and he had to find it.
He opened the drawer and he found a note and an envelope. He carefully slid it into his pocket after stealing a quick glance at it. He opened the window and leapt out, and disappeared into the night.
The sky darkened as the sun set over it. Four black cloaks with red clouds blew as the wind howled. One figure was crouched and a soft whirring of the bolts of a puppet was heard, another figure was tending to the fire while the tallest was standing guard over the campsite, with his sword strapped to his back.
"Itachi, yeah?"
"Hn"
"Where were you last night? Sasori no Danna and Kisame was looking for you, yeah"
"I needed some air"
The conversation was ended as soon as Itachi stood up and walked towards the clearing, Deidara watched the retreating figure go among the trees.
Itachi stood among the trees musing over the contents of the envelope, in his cloak there was a picture of a family with and a note.
It read:
Dear son,
I know why you left. I'm sorry for pushing you too hard. One day, Sasuke will forgive you for your mistakes. Please find some peace in your life.
Always yours,
Father