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I could hear the terror, the screams, the death. I couldn't do anything. My family… my village… my world. I couldn't do anything. Even here I was helpless. I could see here, I could see my family falling one by one. They killed everyone, even my new third nice once removed that didn't even have a name yet. Why? Why? WHY!? Why did they spare only me? Did they know? Did they know about my father? No they couldn't have found out. Only three people know who my father is, me, my mother and not my father.
I see one of them die in front of me. My mother. I couldn't save her. I never could. No matter now many times I relive it in my dreams. The only other person that knew my lineage was the one killing them. I could see him, I always could, he didn't care that, even thought, just barely, they were his family to. They came here for me. Why kill all the others? Of course it could all just be coincidence. He only saw me once, and that was 16 years ago.
I hid my gift because it is too different, even for my village, so now I try even harder to hide it and keep my secret, he would never be able to tell it was me, even if he is my half brother.
He is at my home in the center of the village now. The others move on to destroy everything else. The front room is dark; I'm the only one home. I had broken my leg and got a serious infection, it was my last day of bed-rest. My door is open. The crescent moon shade on my light leaves my room peaceful and oblivious to my dying family. His cold-blood eyes rest on me and I open mine.
His eyes in the door-way is how I awakened now. Itachi turned to me, piercing me with the Sharingan. "Come."
I followed him silently. I knew better than to challenge him, after all it is easier to escape when there is a distraction, and if they don't have a Sharingan, that helps to; even if it wouldn't help them against a Moon-Shadow shinobi. We come to a stop at the end of a hall with a steel door covered in seal markings. He turns to me, "You are here to heal the shinobi in this room. Once you are finished and we have what we want maybe we'll let you leave alive," he said. I could tell he was lying. There were flashes of red, a sure sign of lying.
"Why should I? You destroyed my village, killed my family and have left me nothing to go back to? What reason would I have to help you?" I answered trying to keep my tears back.
"Because you can't leave someone who needs you. They will die with the next few days if you don't help them. You aren't the kind of person to let that happen. We have been watching you and your village. You help anyone who needs it even if they don't deserve to live to another day." He answered without expression.
No matter how much I wanted to kill them, all of the Akatsuki, all of them that attacked my village, I couldn't live with myself if someone died because I didn't care. (And if I killed Itachi now I would be breaking the rules again.) That wasn't the way I was raised, I wasn't heartless like them. I lowered my face, defeaten. "I will come back later with anything you may need." He turned and started walking down the hall.
"All I will need is some food thank you. I don't need anything else," I stated. He turned back and paused.
"Well isn't that you targeted me and my village, with the fact that we can can heal just about anyone as long as they are still alive?"
He turned and walked down the hall into the darkness pass that last light. I knew that if I ran right then, ran away from everything, I would change what I had to and go on living the rest of the half-life I had. But… that was against the rules. I opened the door to the darkened room. As I took a step in the door closed behind me and the dim lights turned on. On the gurney-like stone bed Gaara was lying, sand-armor and skin cracking like the soul of the One-tail within him.
First I shut off the one pitiful light they had in the room, darkness and moonlight is best for healing. I took some of the little silver dust I had left and spread a circle around the table and took his sand and filled in the space between it and the circle. My eyes could see the damage done; now I need the moonlight. I use my jutsu to cast a silver-white glow across the room. I sit, just touching the circle, or I to will be put into the healing sleep. I close my eyes and let go but I leave a little of myself there so that I can later rest, after all even with 3 healers this can take 3 days.
I am awakened by pounding on the door. I quickly make a bunsihn to answer the door so that I can get back to work, but I of course tell my bunshin the story I have devised in case the Akatsuki decide to interrupt me, to give Gaara's rescue party as much time as possible to get here.
My other self senses the chakra on the other side of the door. She quickly went into the hall and closed the door; there must be as little disruption as possible. Itachi and another Akatsuki I hadn't yet met were waiting outside. "Are you finished yet? It has been over 6 hours," the other one with strange gold mask opening to one eye asked impatiently.
"Well you could have done a better job of not killing him you know," my other self answers, always so cheeky in human form.
"Well then how long is it going to take?" he answers back in the same tone.
"I suppose you want the One-tail as strong as it can be without breaking free from his host right?" No answer. "If you want the One-tail now take him but the sprit is severely weaken from battle and to rejuvenate that much charka I need 3 days to prepare and another 3 days to replenish it with my own as the host heals and replenishes his own charka," my other lies. I can accomplish this in only two days, maybe one, but they don't know that so I just hope they buy the lie. My other was always good at lying.
"Fine, but you get 6 days no more than that. We can't be delayed by some teenager's lack of experience," the masked one says. I as surprised that Itachi doesn't question him, but he is a very patient person or it might just be masked person that is calling all the shots around here.
Once they have both disappeared down the hall both of us sigh with relief. The other me shuffles back inside. She comes to sit beside me but, SOMEHOW, trips over something on the smooth floor and pushes me, just barely into the circle of sand. Dammit.
I only have time for a death glare at my other before the jutsu affects me as well and I slump over, comatose, beside the silver sand.
I awake, in the dream I mean, in the middle of a deserted street surrounded by buildings made of sand. I sit myself up and look at the sky to see a beautiful sunset. I look along the street under the sun and see someone standing there, someone with a gourd of sand on their back. "Oh great," I grumble to myself, "I'm stuck in his subconscious.
YAY!!! First chapter completed!!! OK, it was short but the first few will be like that.... buttttttttttttttttt chapter four will be longer(maybe)!!! (jazz hands)...(crickets chrip).....(sits in corner crestfallen). Well thanks for reading the first chapter I hope you like and will stick around for more so R&R. But please be nice this is my first fanfic, but be constructive I want to heard your thoughts, get a cool phyic connection going on, unless you have a dirty mind then I don't want to hear your thoughts so just type them down.