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Alright. This is the rewritten chapter one!
I can't promise it'll be much better, but it's definitely better.
Now it's just a question of my spelling/grammar/clarity as far as what I'm trying to convey.
So... Please continue to read it? 2 will be up... uh soon, I guess.
10/24/2012
Itachi's nee-san.
"Naiya! Wait!" Itachi called after his elder sister, whom was about ten yards up the road. Upon hearing her name, she skidded to a halt, turning back to see who had called her name.
"You're too slow, Itachi-chan." she thumped his forehead much like he did to young Sasuke after he caught up, unintentionally knocking him onto the dirt with the force of her two-fingered jab. "Both you and Shisui-san."
Naiya had long, wavy, auburn hair and deep blue eyes, two uncommon traits for a full-blood Uchiha such as herself. She pulled Itachi up off of the ground, his expression grim as another day came to a close. Naiya sighed, placing her hands on her black-clad hips.
The 15 year old teenager wore a simple black t-shirt that exposed her shoulders, and the Uchiha clan symbol on the back. Naiya also wore a long-sleeved fishnet underneath with dark black pants and ordinary shinobi sandals.
"Do you know?" she asked, climbing up the side of a small cottage in the center of the complex, taking a seat up on the roof, leaning against the cobble chimney stack, beckoning for her younger brother to follow.
"Yeah, I know." he sighed, also beginning his speedy acsension onto the roof with her.
"We have six days. Do you have it yet?" Naiya inquired, staring deep into his eyes.
"What do you mean, exactly?"
"I think you know, Itachi."
"If you mean my Mangyekou Sharingan? No, I don't."
"Do you know how to get it?"
"You have to kill your closest friend or lover." Itachi responded glumly, not suprised when Naiya's expression changed to pure shock and sadness.
"Savor it all while it lasts, that's all I have to say to you, Itachi-chan. Where's Sasuke anyway? He said earlier he wanted me for something..." Naiya instantly leapt from the roof, trying to change the topic, and sped off in the direction of their sprawling home, leaving a confused Itachi sitting on a roof behind her.
"Sasuke!" Naiya called into the house and ran in after kicking off her sandals.
"Good evening Naiya-chan." Mikoto greeted her daughter. "Sasuke was looking for you outside. He should be by the lake out in back."
"Thank you." The teen quickly put on her shoes and ran out the door.
"There she goes." Mikoto sighed, lost in nostalgia. "Our daughter is already fifteen. Fugaku? Fugaku?!"
He sat on the couch, still reading a crime report from the station earlier that day.
"Aren't you proud of Naiya?" she asked her husband, whom responded with a grumble.
"I didn't want a daughter." he scowled.
"That's no way to think of your own child, your flesh and blood! She'll be the matriarch of this clan some day." Mikoto shot a glare at her husband.
Fugaku just grumbled some more unkind words under his breath.
"Hn."
"Sasuke-kun!" Naiya called in the woods. Her youngest brother, younger by 7 years, was hurling shuuriken at a post.
"You'll hurt yourself throwing that way." she smirked and knelt down next to him. Naiya positioned his arms and pulled the one back.
"Now throw it." she demonstrated with her own throwing technique. She grabbed a shuuriken from the pouch around her hip and threw it. Without any chakra enhancement, the metallic star flew straight through a wooden log.
"Wow Naiya! You're amazing!" Sasuke's face lit up in awe.
"You really think so?" she laughed, helped him get into position again, but on the throw, he slipped and fell.
"Watch out!" she tried to catch him but the mud under his feet carried him down a nearby hill, towards a pond with a dock, where and Uchiha would traditionally learn fireball jutsu from their father. However, Fugaku didn't believe in having daughters, so he pretended when she came of age that she didn't exist.
Naiya reached for him, but he continually dragged them both down the hill.
"What kind of jutsu is this? Density?" she laughed still trying to drag him up the hill again, giving him a strong tug, but to no avail, Sasuke was too heavy.
"Nice try! We're gonna go swimming!" he perfected his technique just in time and pulled them both into the lake. Naiya tried to pull him up, but continued to sink deeper with the boy.
Naiya surfaced in the pond again minutes later, a lily pad on resting her head and spitting out water.
"Where's Sasuke?" she frantically looked around and then dove under.
She could see her younger brother struggling against his own jutsu, trapped by his inexpirience.
Naiya pushed chakra into her fingertips and tapped all his chakra points, effectively dismantling his jutsu.
Sasuke choked on more water and Naiya grabbed him by the waist and pulled the 7 year old up to the surface just as the rain clouds that promised a big storm opened up and soaked the earth.
He coughed and hacked as Naiya laid him on the hill. It was already dark, and Sasuke still wasn't moving.
The 15 year old's blue eyes began to well up as she laid her head on his chest trying to find a heartbeat.
Thump, thump. The sound was faint, but steady.
"Dammit, Sasuke, don't you dare die on me!" Naiya screamed, pressing her hands to his stomach and guiding the water out of the young boy's lungs with chakra, guiding the water out.
When he finally opened his eyes, a very relieved looking Naiya was staring down at him.
"Stupid little brother!" she slapped him across the face. The strike was gentle, but the force of the slap still stung bitterly at his cheek.
"Ouch!" he grumbled, rubbing the mark on his cheek.
"You could've died!" she was crying now. The older sister he didn't see much of was crying for him.
"Come on, let's go. Mom and Dad will be really worried. So will Itachi." she picked him up and carried him on her back through the field, back into the Village and finally down the road where their house sat without another word.
"You'll get a good smacking from Itachi, he told you not to use that jutsu near the water, didn't he?" Naiya was still fuming over the incident as they approached the house.
"Yeah, he did." Sasuke pouted. Naiya removed her shoes and called into the silent house:
"We're home!"
Their mother rushed into the room looking very worried.
"Where were you two?" she asked.
"This one was in the bottom of the lake, and I had to go in and rescue him." Naiya gestured to her younger brother as if saving his life was nothing. "We lost his sandals in the incident."
Much to their surprise, Fugaku walked in and left with Sasuke without saying a word.
"Glad you care about me, you stupid prick," Naiya back cursed him, mumbling under her breath.
"That's Father to you! Stupid bitch..." he yelled back, her comment obviously not going unnoticed.
"Fugaku!" Mikoto scolded.
"Well?" he poked him head around the wall.
"If you don't recall I'm the one who saved your 'oh so beloved son.'" she stuck her tongue out, effectively enraging her father.
"That's it, you stupid bitch." his eyes turned bright red, intent to do battle the only emotion in them.
"Bring it on, old man." she whispered. "I'm not putting up with your crap anymore, do you hear me?!"
He was silent, Sharingan ablaze with fury in his eyes. He hurled a kunai at her with lethal intent.
'He's trying to kill me.' she tilted her head to the side, barely able to avoid the kunai, and not without losing any hair. A few auburn locks tumbled to the ground.
"My hair! That's it, asshole. You'll regret this." Naiya mocked, flipping a kunai out of the pouch strapped to her right thigh.
Fugaku continued to fight until he dropped from exhaustion, in that half hour striking Naiya with a brick once. She had stumbled around for a bit after that, but it was useless, he was soon overwhelmed by Naiya's Flying Thunder God seals and kunai. The steady pattering of rain slowed to a stop, rays of sun barely peeking through the clouds.
"Ox, Tiger, Horse, Boar, Rat, Rooster." She speedily wove the signs at lightning speed, which a Fugaku's Sharingan couldn't even trace.
"Katon! Goukakyuu no Jutsu!" the area lit up in a massive orange flame.
When the fireball's raging inferno sizzle to a low crackle, several Uchiha clansmen had gathered, Sharingan ablaze. Fugaku, along with his many new burns crumpled to the ground, trying to catch his breath.
"Taicho!" several more shinobi from the police force ran up behind him.
"Give us the order to arrest her, taicho."
"You can't, anbu are under direct order of the Hokage. We have no authority." he was helped to his feet back into the house and the door slammed, with Naiya left outside."As much as I want to, I cannot arrest her yet."
Naiya stood still, a disgusted glare gracing her face along with the trickling stream of blood where the brick connected.
"But I CAN do this."
Fugaku wove several more signs and a chakra barrier was put up.
Before she realized what her father was doing, it was too late. He, Mikoto, Sasuke and Itachi were in and she was out. There was nothing she could do except sit outside.
That was it.
The skies opened up in several smaller showers, thoroughly dousing the teen, and in her slowed state of mind from the concussion she'd suffered in the fight, all she could do was sit against the wall.
'Where's Shisui when I need him..? My head hurts...'
Soon Itachi appeared in a back window.
"Come in, Naiya. " he burst a hole in the barrier. "I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier to help you. Father is running amuck making certain no one will help you." he ran out, an umbrella in hand.
"I take it you left a doppelganger in his presence?" she questioned rather slowly, a mischievous smirk forming.
"Come on in, I'll have this barrier completely disabled in a few moments."
"Can I get some food first, please?" she begged.
"What do you want? I'll get it." he sighed.
"Nothing in there, I want Ichiraku." she responded.
"I'll get some money."
"Naiya, are you okay?" Itachi asked as they exited the Uchiha compound. Ichiraku wasn't that far, but she was very slow, as if she had been drinking, although he knew she hadn't.
"Huh? Yeah..." she whispered, watching some birds flying overhead. Hawks, she decided after much thought.
"Okay, if you say so. This way." he said as he guided her down the road.
Soon they were at Ichiraku, it was nearly closing time, but Teuchi could never turn down a hungry, paying customer.
"Hi... Teuchi-san." Naiya smiled, sitting down on a stool. Her actions were still laggard, but not nearly as noticable.
"Uh... miso ramen with all of the fixings, for both of us." Itachi slid forward a ryou note.
"A couple sake for me."
"Alrighty and your change is-"
"Keep it, this is probably the last time we'll come here." Itachi sighed, as if longing.
Naiya shot him a look. Itachi wasn't usually so careless. He sat up straight, forgetting he let it slip out.
"What? Why?" Teuchi asked.
"Father wants him to focus on his training and is always busy hitting me." Naiya shrugged, her drunken stupor suddenly lessening, but not quite fading. Itachi could tell she wasn't thinking completely clearly, due to the fact she mentioned the abuse.
"Oh, I see. That's rather unfortunate." Teuchi strained the noodles before sliding them into the broth.
"It's on the house then. To fond memories."
"To fond memories." both teenagers smiled, raising their ramen soup to the toast.
Very soon, Naiya had six or seven empty bowls piled up beside her, one still in her hand, unfinished.
"Thank you, Teuchi-san!" she grinned whole-heartedly, patting her now rounded stomach. She was still too skinny, even with almost eight helpings of ramen soup in her stomach.
Quickly and silently, another customer slipped into the shop.
"Naruto!"
Naiya choked on the last of her ramen hearing the energetic young blonde's name.
"I don't have any money, Old Man." he whimpered under his cloak.
Naiya facepalmed, but instantly regretted that decision when a wave of pain shot through her body.
Words could not even begin to describe how incredibly pathetic the blonde looked, begging for ramen like he was a lost puppy in search of a home.
"-dattebayo!"
"Who are they?" he pointed at the two teens at the opposite end of the bar.
"Naiya and Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke's elder siblings." Teuchi explained.
"Nice to meet you." Itachi put out a hand trying to be hospitable, it was stared at and after a tense, awkward moment, the Uchiha turned back to his ramen, embarrassed.
"Thanks for the meal, Old Man." Naiya left money anyway and left the ramen shop with her brother.
Itachi slipped through the barrier cast on his window.
"I'll unlock it from the inside."
"Uh, Itachi, I'll just sleep at Shisui's tonight, it's no big deal. I'll be back later."
"Wait a second." he beckoned her over, and she followed.
"Naiya, you're injured. I know that." Itachi scolded, pulling her through the window. "Don't pretend you're not.
"Am I?" she placed a hand to the side of her forehead. Sure enough, a steady stream of blood was still oozing out, concealed by her hair line.
"Let me fix that. That's why you were acting so strange, you probably have a concussion from earlier."
"Oh." she whispered, wincing as he dabbed the wound with a wet towel. She sat cross-legged on the floor, while he kneeled beside her tending the wound.
"Lord Hokage called me in today." he sighed.
"What about?"
"About you, he's worried about you. Father complained to him, 'feeling you are at risk of a mental breakdown. And as her father he wants you evaluated.'" Itachi mocked his father with a disgusted tone.
"He doesn't give two fucks about me." she growled, finally flopping back onto the mat on Itachi's floor when he had finished, quickly finding the position uncomfortable and sitting back up.
"And he told me to relay to you that they will be doing an evaluation, just don't fight it." he patted her shoulder. "Honestly, I'm worried about you too."
It was just then that he noticed the exhausted look in Naiya's eyes and the darkness under them as well.
"I see..." she whisperered.
"Do you want me to bring you? You're acting drunk." he placed a hand on Naiya's shoulder, looking her directly in the eyes.
"Itachi, I am..." Naiya murmured, pressing a pillow to her face and letting out a frustrated, mangled cry of pain and anger.
"You only had a cup, Naiya."
"No, I had a couple."
Itachi stared off at the moon, unsure what to do with her.
"Go to Shisui's to sleep, then, if not here, but if you stay, I'll keep watch for father."
"Thank you, Itachi. I'll be back later."
Naiya slipped out the window and made her way to Shisui's house. He had to let her stay; she was his girlfriend after all. Halfway there, yet another sudden downpour fell from the skies, soaking her to the bone.
"Hey! Shisui!" Naiya rapped somewhat quietly on the glass of the first story window, watching the lump with the unkempt hair roll around under the covers.
"Shisui!"
The lump sat straight up, tumbling off the side.
"Naiya?" he sat up, rolling out of the covers, wandering over to the window, squinting.
"You're in bed early, Shisui. Can I come in?"
"Yeah, yeah." he held his head, stepping aside while she crawled in the window. "What brings you here?"
'She smells like alcohol...' he thought to himself. 'But she's carrying conversation well enough. Nobody would know if they didn't smell it on her...'
"Father."
"Oh. Well..." he murmured, eyes finally focusing on his girlfriend. She was shivering. "You're soaked, Naiya."
"Not the worst of my problems." she responded quickly, but by that time, Shisui had already pulled clothes for her out of his drawer. Pajama pants and a hoodie.
"Take these." he shoved them into her hands.
"Thanks, babe. Love you." she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, disappearing into the bathroom.
She emerged moments later, wet clothes folded up.
"Just put it on the floor and come over here." Shisui beckoned, sitting down on his bed again.
Naiya curled up next to him, resting between her arm and his side, head on his chest.
"Love you, babe." Shisui smiled, gently brushing the hair out of her face, then he leaned over and turned off the light while she flooped to her side, holding his arm hostage. He kissed her softly on the cheek, and she rolled over and kissed him back, on the lips, toying with him.
"Come on, Hun, show me what you can do." Naiya teased, rolling over on top of him.
"Okay, then."
"Babe, wake up." Shisui murmured quietly, shaking Naiya's sleeping form.
"Huh? What is it?" she rolled over, staring at him with sleepy eyes. The new bruise on her neck stood out, more black and blue than the ones on her arms that had been there since they had met years and years ago.
"I've just been called out on a mission. You should go home, get some sleep there."
"Just don't get hurt." she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into one last kiss before he left.
"Your clothes are dry now, so you can bring those home with you."
"Okay, hun. I'll see you soon?"
"Yeah, it's a B rank, I'll be back before you know it." he smiled, returning her kiss, before walking out of his door. "Want me to walk you home?"
"I'll be fine." she stood up and prepared to exit through the window. "And Shisui..."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks... for not taking advantage of my being drunk."
"Any time, Babe."
Naiya grinned, finally crawling out the window, headed home.
"Itachi. Itachi." Naiya whispered loudly outside the window.
Soon, a groggy, sleep-deprived Itachi appeared in the window, squinting.
"Finally come home?"
"Yeah."
"Come on in."
Naiya crawled into Itachi's window, laying down on the floor.
"Go to sleep, I'll stay awake."
"What about you?" she asked, concerned.
"I'll be fine. You need to sleep off that sake."
Naiya woke up screaming at 1:30 in the morning.
"Naiya? What's wrong?" he had been dozing off, his head in his knees behind the door.
"Shisui!"
Itachi scrambled to comfort his frantic sister.
Soon Fugaku had kicked down the door.
"Why is she in here?" he hissed.
"It's cold and raining outside, Father. I'm not going to leave her out in the rain!" he tried to reason with an unreasonable man.
"You're nothing but abusive to me!" Naiya yelled back at him, jumping to her feet. "And I'd be more than happy to kick your sorry as-"
Itachi stopped her in her tracks, shaking his head.
"And I'm going to stand by Naiya, Father." Itachi said in a threatening tone.
"Itachi, you're just exhausted from your anbu missions, she is broken. Back away from her." Fugaku warned.
"And she isn't exhausted? She does more missions than even me, now you're just playing favorites!"
"Calm down Itachi. Naiya, come with me." Fugaku stepped forward and grabbed his auburn haired teenage daughter by the arm as she stumbled along, barely able to fight back in her incoherent state, he delivered a powerful punch to the head and that ceased her struggling for the most part. Itachi looked on, devastated, knowing of Naiya's initial head injury.
Four anbu appeared outside his door.
"Naiya, we're gonna get you some help." he handed her over to the head anbu, putting on his caring father face.
When Naiya began to fight back, one of the elder and more expirienced ninja wrapped an arm around her neck while another injected a fast-acting sedative into her arm. The drug took effect in mere moments, her body going limp in the other's arms.
Itachi was stopped from
interfering by his father.
"Take a nap." was all he said to her, throwing her body over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
"I need to know where you're taking her." Itachi stepped forward, gripping the anbu with his sister by the vest.
"You have to tell me!"
"Uchiha Itachi, contact Sandaime-sama for more information." they all flashed out of the room.
"Father, you need to be much nicer to her. All her suffering comes right back to you." he slammed his bedroom door with a grim look on his face, pulling on his anbu armor behind it to go to speak with the Hokage immediately.
Fugaku didn't know what to say.
Why was his family falling apart?
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**REWRITTEN**
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