First Arc: Sharingan Arc
Chapter 2: Itachi: The Eyes of Hope
2 Weeks Later
[At this point Firu is the same except he has a cloth tied over his eye area.]
"Wow Firu, you're getting really good at walking again."
"I've learned how to control my chakra better. I can feel other's chakras around me, so I don't need the walking stick anymore. Watch, throw a kunai at me."
"Are you crazy!?"
"No seriously…trust me."
Ryuchi hesitantly jumps up into a tree and reaches for one of the three fresh kunai knives strapped to his leg. He pauses yet again.
"Ready?" Ryuchi questions semi nervously to which Firu responds with a confident nod.
Ryuchi, trusting his friend, launches the kunai directly at Firu, who just stands there and reaches his hand straight out, turning his palm into the bullseye.
"Darn it!" Ryuchi exclaimed as he propelled himself toward Firu, throwing a second kunai to nullify the first one.
A fraction of a second before the kunai peirces his hand, Firu plucks his finger through the ring of the kunai knife spinning it in his hand. He then proceeds to do a sharp 180 spin on his feet, snatching the second knife out of the air by it's handle. Ryuchi looks at him akwardly for about 3 seconds, completely baffled by what just happened, then smiles, then bursts out laughing in joy.
"We can train together again!"
"Ryujin, we can't beat the whole village!" exclaimed one of the clans' leaders.
"I know…if we evacuate everyone 16 and younger and all the women, we'll be outnumbered 150 to 1."
"This is suicide!" another man yells.
"Look the Ooikage declared war on us, now he's been ignoring my messages," Ryujin replied, "we can stay and fight, or we can run and be hunted, but either way we're going to lose a lot of people. Just think…would you rather die fighting, or die watching your families get slaughtered…"
"You're right," said his brother, Ryushin calmly yet very intensly, "at least this way we'll take as many of these bastards as we can."
The crowd looked around and agreed.
"OK, here's what we do…"
[Ryushin and Ryujin are twins. Ryushin has a scar across his left eye and wears dark blue light-weight samurai armor with gold trimmings all around. The brothers are the only two people in the clan that have the ultimate Seringan.]
The two boys were on the ground surrounded by countless numbers of shuriken and kunai knives, all bruised and battered, panting.
"It's sunset…lets go home." Said Ryuchi heavily.
"Yea…lets get our stuff together." Replied Firu.
The two began collecting their things as the sun grew dimmer over the horizon. A raven flew above the boys and an eerie fog began to settle in.
"When a raven carries the fog like that, father said it means a heavy battle will break out." Ryuchi said.
"I'll finish up here, go check with mother if everyone is ok." Firu said reassuringly, handing Ryuchi the satchel with the weapons he collected.
The boy rushed towards his home, leaving his friend to finish the chore.
The fog got heavier as the sun was almost gone now. Heavy clouds started to come in too now. Firu reached down and picked up a throwing star. He froze. A feeling of uneasiness was in the air.
"Who's there?" Firu questioned at the fog, "I can feel your chakra, so stop hiding!"
A pair of Sharingan eyes appeared depths of the fog slowly approaching the lone boy.
"My, my, aren't you perceptive?" the the crimson-eyed silhoutte answered.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Firu questioned with a splash of fear in his voice.
"Call me…Itachi" The Sharingan eyes became Mangekyo Sharingan.
Ryuchi gets back to the house and drops all their weapons on the floor.
"Where were you? And where's Firu?" questioned his mother.
"Mother, what's going on?"
"We're evacuating! Where's your bother?"
"We were training…he said he'd finish cleaning up and come-"
"Hurry, follow all the other kids to the temple!" she yelled on her way out.
The mother ran down the street and toward the children's forest training ground.
"Why is the forest pouring fog out." She knew something was wrong, but pursued with the child in mind.
Ryuchi sat in his dining room as if he were meditating. Thunder roared and the earth shook as the lights in the house died.
The boy shot up. A shiver ran down his spine.
"Do you want to help your brother see again?" Itachi's voice echoed in the darkness.
The child gasps.
"Yes" Ryuchi said without hesitation.
"Then take these and do exactly as I say" Itachi said commandingly.
A little glow appeared in the corner of the room. Ryuchi walked over and curiously picked it up. It was a small jar of red chakra and a large scroll that he lifted over his shoulder.
"So, what do I have to do?" asked Firu
No response came from Itachi as they continued down the spiraling stairs, away from the foggy surface. They reached the bottom of the long, winding underground tower, now standing in a small chamber with a big circle with strange markings imprinted onto the floor. The walls had torches evenly spaced all around and there stood three men cloaked in white around the circle.
"Take your bandages off." Commanded Itachi.
So, here comes the suspense…can you predict what's gonna happen. I can.