Chapter 1. The Lost Uchiha
I felt the warmth of my blood dripping down from my face. My hand instinctively reached up to inspect it. I ran my fingers down the new wound. From what I could tell, it runs from the bridge of my nose down to somewhere around my jaw line. I moved my finger a little and no longer was it flesh my fingers were against; it felt like bone. I panicked and started to flee a little faster to the Leaf Village.
Despite the gushing coming from my cheek, I managed to get to the gates of Konoha. By that time, it was very dark outside, so it wasn't hard to sneak past the guards. I tried to keep the deep, red blood from dripping, as to not give away my position. I didn't know if the other shinobi had stopped looking for me yet. They must know I didn't die that night, I thought. The clone had to have worn off after a matter of time. I wondered if Itachi had figured that out too, and Sasuke…and Tsoni…
I hopelessly wandered around the village then decided to settle in an alleyway, hoping no one would find me.
"Iraki… I don't exactly want to," I heard a familiar voice call out. I peered out of the darkness and saw her, Iraki Yamanaka, older sister of Ino Yamanaka. In my opinion, Iraki could use a little more clothing; her shirt is too high, and so is her skirt, but I guess it isn't my place to judge her. I never was too fond of her. She was basically the genius teacher's pet during the academy; the kind of girl who thinks she's better than everyone. I don't know why, but she never liked me. I guess I was never a people person either, so I don't really blame her. She liked to taunt me in class, when I went.
My thoughts were interrupted by her voice, "But please! You've told me for the past few months you would do something with me, but you never have!" Yeah, I thought, her voice is still as annoying as it was before, maybe even more. I don't see how someone of that high intelligence can have such a squeaky voice.
The masculine voice spoke again, "Ok Iraki, in a few days I'll take you out for a night." Iraki squealed. I decided then to stop eavesdropping on their conversation and instead focus on my injuries, which I had somehow forgot about. It really stung, but the pain was more intense than it had been before. I felt the adjacent side of my face than I had felt before. My fingers scanned it and everything was fine until I reached my jaw. The blood is what I felt first, and then torn flesh, which I had expected, however I was greeting again with the gruesome feeling of my skull. I remembered then that Kabuto had struck my face twice with the kunai. The feeling of cold metal digging, slowly seeping into my skin was almost unbearable.
I started to get light-headed just thinking about it, or maybe it was the significant loss of blood. The dizziness really took its toll on me, so I leaned over on the wall of the narrow alley. My head was pounding and my vision was getting worse. Then everything went black, and I went down with a thud.