Sakura stood there watching the whole scene being played out. She witnessed her mother announcing to the man that was supposed to be her father her wanting for a divorce. She was torn between feelings, there he was- her father, the man she has always wanted to meet. The man that helped created her, her father. He was so close, and Sakura could feel her heart pound. Her father was everything she pictured him to be, tall with broad shoulders, dark eyes, with dark brown hair. She was happy to be able to at least see her father, even if she was in the past. She was happy, but her happy quickly faded when she heard him speak. Low, with a dark amusement, the words he was speaking disappointed her. His personality was far different from what her mother used to tell her. The man her mother talked about when she was a child was nothing like him. Her father that she never got to meet was full of love, care, gentle, respectable, loyal, and most of all put her mother before everything else. Whereas this man that she was witnessing, laughed darkly, cheated on her mother, and worked for one of the world's largest gang…this man cannot be her father. He can't be-he just can't be, but he was. That was the truth, her father was one of those people, a blood thirty, money hungry, cheating man-slut. It hurts so much, so much it hurts this truth- the real truth. It hurts so much, so much it pains her chest.
"This can't be happening…this can't be…it can't be real." She knew that even as she spoke out loud even in fear, they will never notice her. She was so close to them, so very close her hand would touch her mother's cheek when her hands weaved through her father's hair. Yet, her mother didn't even respond to her touch. She should have known that would happen. She so foolishly let herself slip that she forgot she was in the past. She turned her attention to her father that was on his knees gripping her mother by the sides of her waist. As well she weaved her hand through her father's hair as well. Though she was able to feel it, her father was unable to feel that she was near. Though she didn't know how to handle the fact that her mother lied about her father dying in a car crash before they could have another child, she couldn't bring herself to be angry at her. Though she didn't know how to cope with knowing her father was working in a gang, she wasn't sure yet if her father was dead or if he was still alive. However, most of all…above everything else she didn't know how to cope with the feeling that throughout her life. Her entire life of ups and downs, she lived her life without knowing she had an older brother.
She walked up the stairs hoping to see her older brother. She walked through the door for she had no use in opening it since she was just a spirit. Appearing at her brother's side, all she could do was look at him with longing eyes. If she had known, if only her mother told her she had an older brother, she could have met him. She could have the relationship all her other friends had the honor of having. She always wanted a brother, older or younger it didn't matter as long as she could do what her friends her able to do. The brother-sister type of relationship, fighting until her mother would tell her to stop. Playing together when no one else would, having the ability to pin the blame on him so she wouldn't have to get in trouble. Having the opportunity to yell at him if he scares off her dates, or potential boyfriends, she always wanted that type of relationship. However, all she had as a child was a boy that was her best friend, a boy that did all those things that she always wanted, but one day her childhood friend disappeared from her. She lost that relationship, but if she had known this boy Kiyu…then maybe just maybe Kiyu-her older brother wouldn't have disappeared.
She saw her mother come in moments later. So silently that Kiyu didn't notice, because he was so caught up watching her baby form. Sakura knew that he was shocked when she saw him jump back when her mother spoke in his ear. She laughed at his reaction, but continued on watching. She saw her mother play with her baby form's tummy, before turning over to her older brother. She saw her mother pull her older brother into a tight embrace, begging him to forgive her, and if he couldn't that he should forgive his sister. Sakura didn't understand why her mother would be asking her brother to forgive her, she didn't understand. Her eyes snapped open the moment she finally figured it out. She put two and two together, and she knew- she knew it was because of her that Kiyu was unable to leave with her mother. It was because of her that Kiyu had to live through a hell bound life in one of the world's strongest gang. It was all her fault and all Sakura could do was bow her head and cry. She cried because she knew that no one would listen, because it was all her fault.
"I'm sorry….I'm so sorry…if only I knew…I'm sorry big brother."
LEGACY OF THE UCHIHA
CLAN MAFIA:
CHAPTER II
You know that voice you hear
In the back of your head
That's me telling you to drink
The blood you shed.
A month had passed since Amaya had divorced her husband Saoshi, but Amaya kept her last name. She wore it with the pride of spiting the Haruno family. The first woman to divorce a Mafia Gang Leader and live to tell the tale, but Amaya stayed silent of who her ex husband used to be. She had it rough for the first few weeks of living on her own as a single mother raising a newborn baby. She was able to settle the divorce right away because of her husband's threat, but he through every meeting they had with their lawyers he would beg her to reconsider afterwards. She would smile at him, touch his cheek so softly, and smile. She would give him that smile that would soundlessly tell him 'fuck no'. She rocked her crying baby when she would cry; she would sing her a song, a lullaby to help her sleep. Soon after she started singing baby Sakura's cries would decrease to a single yawn before trailing off to sleep. However, Amaya doesn't move from her rocking chair in her baby's room. She would continue to rock her baby for hours just looking out the window and into the night sky. Thoughts of her son worrying her to no end, she knew she made the right decision in her divorce, but she wonders if it was wise to leave her son in the hands of that blasted organization. With baby Sakura in her arms Amaya would allow herself to cry, because no matter what, no mother deserves to be separated from her child under any circumstances.
"Kiyu….Kiyu…" She would cry her son's name. Her son was her pride and joy next to her daughter. Her son was always obedient, and always helpful. Her son was someone that even at a young age, he held so many dreams he wanted to accomplish when he was older. Amaya allowed herself to smile when she remembered the time her son came barging into her bedroom with a notebook. A notebook that held all his written down dreams, dreams that will probably never come true. She remembered his tiny smile and told her he wanted to become a psychiatrist so he could help fix his father. She laughed, he was a smart little boy, a good boy…a boy the doesn't belong in that organization. She remembered a time when Kiyu hugged her one night, telling her that she was the best mother in the world, because she always lifted his spirits. With a soft sigh Amaya stood up from her rocking chair, it was her time to go to bed as well. She gazed at her sleeping daughter, before letting her thoughts wonder off. She did the right thing, she tells herself over and over. Kiyu will be strong enough to overcome them, she tells herself again, but she wonders what will happen if Kiyu wasn't able to?
Slap- punch-kick-kick-punch
"Get up." The sound of Saoshi's loud, rough, demanding voice echoed through their training room. Kiyu grunted at the pain and did as he father ordered. Kiyu stood tall and proud. For an eleven year old he was getting good at hiding his pain real well. His father smirked at how bold his son was being before charging at Kiyu once again. He punched, kicked, knocked down, only to kick his son over and over again, and yet Kiyu would not once cry out in pain. Make father proud, Kiyu would tell himself again, and again. Even if his father has to break his ribs, his legs, break his body, Kiyu would not allow himself to cry out in pain. Pain is a weakness, he remembered his father tell him. Pain is an emotion that will destroy him, he remembered again. Pain is nothing but the brain telling the body lies, lies that both the body and mind have to overcome. Strong! Be strong! Endure it! Laugh at it! When fallen get back up! When bled clean it but get back in the game. That was teaching of Saoshi Haruno. Kiyu, his only son endured it all, everything that his father threw at him he consumed it all, but hid his true tortured pain. He told his father he doesn't feel pain. It was a lie, a lie because he does. He felt his heart being crushed in the hands of his mother the day she left him at the mercy of his father. His cold and ruthless over demanding twisted father. His mother lied, she's a liar, she lied about his father being a gentleman. He was a man that was sweet to his mother, but a demon to him. Why? Why? Why did she leave him with such a man? Kiyu's heart sank, his mind went blank. She doesn't want a son who was already being trained to become a killer. Kiyu thinks that his mother hates him because he was going to be a cold blooded person just like his father.
"I said get up boy!" Saoshi kicked, he punched, lifted and threw Kiyu across the room. He never made a sound. No sound; Just the inward breaking of his mind drowning in the fact that his mother doesn't want him. Demon, Demon, Demon that was what he was, that was what his mother thinks of him now. Kiyu stood when his mind was hooked on that thought. His eyes darkened, staring straight at his father. His fault, all his fault, it was his father's fault his mother left. It was his father's fault that he was going to become the very thing he thought his mother thought of him as. Demon, he was going to become a demon. Destroy, Destroy, Destroy. The words repeated in his mind as he threw his head back and he let loose for the first time a laugh. Laugh like maniac because that was what maniacs do. They laugh because they live for the thrill of danger, laugh because that was what maniacs do when there about to attack. A game, all a game, who wins, who loses, who lives, who dies, it's a thrill. It's a thrill of life, so fragile, so breakable, and so-so-so deliciously delicious when given the taste of a life force dripping at the fingertips.
His father only stared at him with narrowed eyes. He stood up straight just staring at his son wondering what on Earth could be so damn funny that would have him laughing like he was. Then he saw it the look in his son's eyes. The look that he had only ever seen in one man, the look that told him his son was out for blood. He didn't mean to, he didn't mean to break his son to this extent. Not this much, not yet. He needed to calm his son down, but it was too late. Always too late, his son charged moving side to side, moving so damn fast that his father could barely keep up.
Left-right-left-right
Laugh-laugh-laugh-
Punch
Saoshi's body went flying. A direct hit to the face, the cracking sound clearly heard. The scream let out from his father made Kiyu laugh even more. There was blood, drips seeping out in a long line out of the right corner of his father's mouth. Kiyu laughed even more, on his back now laughing and rolling side to side. He's a maniac, an eleven year old maniac. He's gone, so far gone. He broke his son, all too soon. Saoshi's right hand went up and wiped the blood clean from his face, and glared at his son. Demon, Demon, Demon the words kept rolling in Kiyu's mind. Getting back up Kiyu moved his head to the side looking at his father innocently with a questionable face. He sucked in his breath to keep himself from laughing, but it didn't work. His shoulders shook uncontrollably, and he laughed again. His hands going to his mouth and laughed, his eyes were closed shut that he didn't even get to see his father charge. He punched, and he kicked Kiyu to the ground. He needs to get his son back to normal. Beat him again, and again, maybe it will bring back his normal son. No, not normal, never normal, Saoshi thinks that his son could never return, because he is so far gone. Beat him, Beat him again, over and over until he knocks some sense into that boy! He wishes Amaya was still here, she was always the one to help Kiyu stay the way he always was. Damn that woman, damn her, damn her, damn her to hell. Saoshi cursed, kicking and kicking over again and again. Let loose the frustration, never knowing he was increasing Kiyu's psychotic nature.
"Ha-Ha-Ha" He stopped his kicking when he heard Kiyu laughing. He was laughing? Where was the groaning, where was the cries for stopping? Where was the begging? Why were their laughter and no tears like before? He backed away from his son; he needs to control his son. He's a maniac, a blood lusting, overbearing freak of a son; he feels the sharp pain in his chest. He did this, it was all his fault, he did this to his son. Saoshi doesn't feel ashamed though. He made his son strong, even if he had to break his son into a psycho, blood loving person. His son was going to end up a leader just like him in the Uchiha Mafia. He will lead his own men, and he had hopes that Kiyu will overthrow Fugaku with this type of strength. Such high hopes that his son will be the new founding top dog; the leader of all four gangs under the Uchiha will be his. His son stood up, and dusted his pants off. Kiyu's eyes blank with no emotions, staring once again at his father. Staring as if he doesn't know the man, he doesn't know who he is. Attack, attack, attack was all that was rummaging through Kiyu's mind. He charged running left and right, punching, and hitting with every direct hit. He laughed, laughed louder and louder at the painful cries. Since when was his son so strong?
"Enough Kiyu" His father spoke loudly. He had trouble getting up from the floor. His face covered in scars, his stomach aching from the kicks and punches. Saoshi held his ribcage with his right arm, his left hand going up to signal defeat. He was only able to see out of one eye, and out of that one eye he saw Kiyu look at him in a confused way. Kiyu was lost, lost within his own mind. That boy was not his son, it could not be his son, it was impossible. Not long after announcing to end the spar, Kiyu's shoulders began to shake again. Laughing once again, he was a maniac, a deadly terrifying maniac. He threw his head back, and laughed. His body falling to ground, rolling left and right, laughing hysterically, his father backed away slowly. Never let yourself be in a room alone with a maniac person. You'll die a painful death. No control, they have no control because they have no consciousness of what they are doing. The laughter echoed through the room, and once the door to the room opened Kiyu's eyes snapped open.
"Shit…I NEED SOMEONE IN HERE NOW!" His father yelled out the door. BAM! Kiyu's hand went to the back of his father's head and rammed it right into the door. CRACK! The painful gasp left his father's mouth. Blood went everywhere. Heavy breathing, panting, and laughter, -huff-huff-huff. It was such a demonic type of laughter coming from that boy as he towered over his father's barely awake body. He gave another crazy laugh, he jumped up and down. Laughing and clapping his hands together before bestowing upon his father, what Saoshi was doing to him not to long ago; kicking him over and over again against his already broken ribcage. He was so far into concentrating in kicking his father that Kiyu hadn't realized the training room entry door swung open. Three men rushed in with a look of disbelief. Two grabbed a hold of Kiyu's rampaging body, while the other went to grab Saoshi to get him to safety.
Kiyu looked left and right, at the men that were holding him. He laughed again, seeing the men as a whole new challenge. Kiyu licked his lips these men looked his age. One of the men had shark like skin, and other had red hair, his body shook, and began to laugh. He swung his body trying his hardest to get himself out of the shark like mans hold. The cursing sound was heard in Kiyu's ears from the two men, and Kiyu laughed even louder. His right leg went up and kicked the red haired male right in face, before side stepping and roundhouse kicking the shark like man square in the jaw. The hold was released and Kiyu was free. He jumped back a couple of feet and licked his lips. Once again he laughed, jumping, jumping up-down-up-down and the two men only looked at each other. Not good, not good, oh this was not good; the shark like man told himself. They both got into a fighting stance, but Kiyu when noticing their postures stood straight. He tilted his head to the left and brought his index finger to his mouth, wondering what they were doing.
"This kid…" Kisame started to say, but another appearance in the room broke his sentence. There were four people entering the room. The first was an older stern, angry man, with shoulder length black hair, onyx eyes, wearing a green robe. The second stood beside him, onyx eyes blazing at Kiyu, lines forming from his eyes down to the halfway point of his nose giving him a far older look than he was currently. His jet black raven hair was tied in a pony tail, wearing a black training outfit. The third was one of the men that had run in earlier with Kisame and Sasori. He had blond hair, a long blond bang covering his left eye, blue eyes widen with shock, and he wore the same outfit as Itachi. The fourth was Saoshi leaning on the blond males shoulder. They all looked in wonder at the crazy eleven year old boy. He needs to be controlled; a wild person can always be tamed if in the right hands.
"Whose boy does this thing belong to?" The voice roared from the older, sharp, stern older man. His hands crossed over his chest. His eyes scanning Kiyu up and down, a humorous smirk gracing his face, he had seen many men end up breaking during training. The same training that he ordered every person to go through. The training that teaches the members to never have emotions, to endure whatever torture comes their way. He had seen many men break, many men die because they could not physically handle it, but it was the first time ever for him to witness someone laughing. Having fun while getting beaten, but beat back the people that attacked him first. The rule of this training was to endure everything, not attack no matter how painful it was, and it was as clear as day to the man that this boy…this eleven year old boy was not in his right mind at all. He narrowed his eyes when he received no response, his right foot raised then loudly stomped on the ground. The humorous laughter once again erupted from Kiyu's mouth, and once again he jumped up and down, clapping his hands together. The action made the head of the clan wonder what to do with such a wild boy.
"This is my son…Kiyu…I'm sure….he will bring great…success to you…Fugaku." Saoshi finally spoke up between breathes. He was beaten pretty badly, and yet no one treated to his wounds. Another rule in their society: If beaten find the will to live or die, don't drag other people down with you. Their way of life is cruel; their way of life was a cold, blood lusting life that not just anyone could handle. The head of the clan known as Fugaku turned to Saoshi, a frown forming at his face. He was displeased that one of his strong leaders was taken down by a mere child. He continued to watch with mild interest the boy jumping up and down, but narrowed his eyes when he saw the boy charge. Not at him, he charged at Kisame and Sasori. A small 'hmm' left Fugaku's mouth, the scene was rather interesting, an eleven year old taking on two fifteen year olds. Two rather gifted fifteen year olds more like it, and here was this kid, taking them both on like it wasn't even a big deal. He dodged their attacks not easily, but still was able dodge and laugh, hop and clap. It was then Fugaku decided that this kid would be useful if he can handle such a beating and become like this, a person yield for the thrill of battle, why Fugaku could be able to obtain anything he wanted if this boy was capable of it. However, a wild boy would never function right, he will stop this, he will have the boy detained and tamed. He will show this boy just how fearful he must be in his presence. Because everyone needs to fear an Uchiha.
"Kiyu eh…he will be tested…to see just how much he is worth if he's not worthy I'll kill him my-self. Itachi" Fugaku spoke the name loud, and the boy next to him straightened right away. The boy next to him was about Kiyu's age, just appeared to be more mature than the average child or teenager. He looked at the man next to him waiting for orders to be spoken, but the head of the clan stayed silent for just a moment longer. Itachi thinks that his father is doing nothing but drowning himself in the desire to obtain the boy. When his father said nothing more, Itachi turned his face back to the three men fighting. Kiyu was landing punches on Kisame, while landing kicks on Sasori; he's a maniac, a blood lusting maniac who cries out in laughter when blood paints his knuckles. Itachi was taken out of his thoughts when a firm hand rested on his right shoulder; he looked up and saw his father looking at him with a smirk.
"Detain the boy will you son. Make it fast."
You feel like you're walking
On air
Watch them watch you
Set your own world
On fire
"Her body is trembling Itachi…I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing yeah" Deidara's voice was uneasy. His right eye looked her over body, inspecting her inch by inch. The small trembling of her hands, shoulder, and legs were barely visible, but were still seen by Deidara's keen eye sight. Her dull green eyes would widen every now and then before settling back down to the way they were before. Itachi said nothing, just sat down by the window, arms crossed and eyes closed. Deidara thinks that Itachi was not worried, but Deidara was full of worry. If she was anything like Kiyu, things would get out of control. Deidara released a curse if he hadn't done what he did to her then everything would be okay, but no that damn Kiyu just had to go and ruin everything. Deidara settled down when he looked her over again. She was such an innocent little girl, so innocent and yet she wasn't so innocent. She was the angel whose wings were forced to be clipped. She had the potential to unbalance the way things around the world worked, changing the very balance of human nature, and yet it wouldn't be her fault.
"She would make a very nice art piece to my collection Itachi yeah, wouldn't you agree?" Deidara's hand went up to feel a strand of her pink hair. A single thread that moved to the center of her face, but his attempt was stopped when a kunai was thrown in his direction. Barely missing Sakura's face, and yet didn't even touch Deidara's hand at all. He truly was amazing. Deidara's hand instantly moved, and he could only turn and face Itachi with a shocked, yet he expected it face. He shook his head left and right, and his hands went to rest at his sides.
"I was only playing Itachi yeah, no need to get so protective yeah." Deidara spoke, but his voice was silence when he met Itachi's cold, red eyes. A lump of salvia was caught in Deidara's eyes, he thinks he should be use to those eyes, but yet he still wasn't. Those eyes he could swear were burning holes into his body, he could feel the fire boiling his blood the threat was clearly seen in those eyes, without him even having to say a word. He was a man to be feared, and yet here Deidara was playing games, when he knows not to mess with anybody under the spell of Itachi's Sharingan. Especially that girl, when under the Sharingan eye, her body would be left defenseless the slightest little thing could set her off if she was no moved carefully. They were both lucky that she didn't even break out when they moved locations, but now that she was getting deeper and deeper into the past, the more delicate her body was becoming.
"Stop playing games Deidara." Itachi calmly said. Short and to the point like always. The room went back to being silent. Itachi sitting by the window calmly waiting for his other two comrades to arrive, and Deidara taking his seat on the opposite wall. The silence was a murder, not a word spoken, and Deidara was dying to find a way to keep him-self entertained. It didn't take long though, for moments later Itachi opened his eyes, turned his face to the entry. Creak. The sound of the entry door opened and Deidara was the first to shoot up when he saw the appearance of Kisame and Sasori. The sound of their bickering was heard all the way from where Itachi and Deidara were at.
"I didn't need your damn help Sasori!" Kisame hissed.
"You were wasting time, as I mentioned for the past few hours." Sasori replied with a sigh.
"Enough." Itachi's voice cut through the argument like a knife cutting right through a piece of paper. That poor piece of paper would have been shredded to nothing if it was actually in Itachi's hands. Itachi stood by the door looking at them with a murdering intent, and all they could do was look at Itachi in pure nervous silence. When Itachi motioned to them to follow him, they followed. Walking down the hall in silence until they took a seat in kitchen, Itachi had sat first. His fingers weaving with each other, while his arms rested on the kitchen table, he was waiting for a report. Kisame knew that Itachi knew that he probably would have…did take things a little too far with his little brother. Sasori knew that Itachi knew that he would probably already know what had happened. Only because Itachi was an Uchiha, and an Uchiha is always right, but mostly Itachi was right because he knew his little brother so very well. And he was right. Sasuke was a foolish boy, man if he was even considered one.
"Well?" Questioned Itachi the word coming out to show his irritation, their bodies tensed. For they knew that an irritated Itachi was a dangerous Itachi, yet they know he could control his irritation, but the cost would be great. He could have them do very difficult tasks that would leave them drained of energy for days, weeks, and if he wanted to make them suffer more, have them literally drain, and exhausted for months. He only did it once when he had too, only once when he was forced to tame the wild boy years go. The boy that his father wanted to control, the very boy killed one of the leaders in the Uchiha Mafia, and that boy was no one other than Kiyu Haruno. Kisame remembered that day, it was the day that would never be forgotten, the day where both Itachi and Fugaku had to step in and tame him. He was such a fierce little boy, and yet they proved that even the most dangerous, uncontrollable wild man could at some point run out of energy and summit defeat.
"We did as you ordered Itachi. Sasuke and the mutt are delayed. It was also like you said first to act without thinking things through. We ended up battling, but it ended up going longer than we expected so we had to put an end to it, we just knocked them out was all. They shouldn't be able to track us anytime soon." Sasori spoke for Kisame, knowing Kisame he would probably say something that would anger Itachi. Because even though Sasuke was his little brother, more importantly Sasuke was an Uchiha, and if you put an Uchiha down, the consequences are dire. Itachi looked at Sasori, red eyes piercing through his trying to see if there was something else lying beneath that Sasori and Kisame didn't want him to know, but when he didn't find anything he merely nodded with approval.
"This only slowed him down, Sasuke will eventually find us. I'm just hoping that the girl will come out before that happens. I don't believe we will be able to relocate ourselves if she is still under the Sharingan. The first time was risky alone." Itachi closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair. Deidara, Sasori, Kisame just kept looking at him with wondering eyes. The room once again fell into a deep silence, wondering just what was it that Itachi was thinking.
"Why did you send her to the past if you knew it was risky Itachi? I thought the point of everything, and separating the gangs was so that no one could talk about what happened. I thought the rule set by the leaders and Kiyu himself was to keep her out of our way of life." Sasori asked, the curiosity was killing him, and in secret to everyone else in the room besides Itachi they were dying with curiosity as well. Itachi had yet to say anything, but when his eyes reopened they knew that he would probably give them a proper answer, the answer they had been dying to know for a very long time. With a small breath in Itachi released his hands and set them back to his side.
"I don't know exactly what Kiyu did to her." Itachi began, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Their eyes widen, their mouths open, hearts pounding, but Itachi continued on speaking nonetheless. "I know he did something that's for sure, both him and Orochimaru. Kiyu was sixteen, Sakura was five, but no one knew she was there until everything was too late. I believe Kiyu regretted what he did, but knowing that idiot he tossed it aside and disappeared, but not before asking for Sakura to keep away from our way of life…When I demanded to know what he did to her, Kiyu didn't answer…."
"I did it…that's all you need to know. I succeeded, but if you wish to keep everything in balance I suggest you keep her away from our way of life." Kiyu and Itachi stood eye to eye, Kiyu facing the deathly glare of Itachi's Sharingan, but didn't tremble in fear. The smirk on Kiyu's face irritated the already angry Itachi, but all Kiyu would do was laugh, mocking the Uchiha, mocking him like he always had, because Kiyu never cared if he lived or if he died.
"She was your little sister! You're a fool Kiyu just what did you do?" The pinwheels spun and Kiyu just looked at him again. His shoulders shook and he let loose a laugh, giving Itachi a tsk, tsk.
"Your Sharingan Itachi doesn't scare me. You should know that by now I'm rather disappointed you should really try some new threatening actions your eyes alone are becoming boring. However, I'm giving you this warning Itachi, I'm telling you, don't let her anywhere near Orochimaru…what I did could unbalance everything she would be out of control. Everyone would be in danger, especially with that machine that Orochimaru built without me knowing."
"Sakura returned to her mother days later, but had no memory of what had happened. We still to this day are not sure what Kiyu did to her. When my father and I went to go meet with Orochimaru to see what happened, we were horrified to see that both Orochimaru and Kiyu had disappeared. They left nothing behind but the remains of Orochimaru's lab and the rotting corpses of dead men, woman, and children. Seven years after that, when I turned eighteen, Sasuke being at the age of thirteen the war broke out."
They will burn it to the
Ground with not a
Single sound
They will rise again
A day had passed since the semi fight with Kisame and Sasori. Sasuke, Kiba and the pup were still lying unconscious. Eerie winds circled around their bodies, bathing them in the coolness of its windy blanket. Kiba sneezed and finally he woke up with a groan escaping his mouth, his hand went to the back of his neck rubbing it in his failing attempt to sooth the pain. He looked around; his face filled with confusion as to what had happened, but a moment later his face twisted with surprise. He remembered fighting with Sasori, while Sasuke fought with Kisame, but everything after that he couldn't seem to remember. He didn't understand why those two left them alive, it was a mystery, but he soon later found that the scent from Sakura was almost nearly gone. He cursed out loud, rushing over to Akamaru grabbing a hold of the small puppy, gently he shook his dog trying to snap him out of his unconsciousness.
"Akamaru, hey Akamaru, wake up boy, this is no time to be sleeping." With shudder the small pup slowly opened his eyes; with a smile on Kiba's face he set Akamaru back on top of his head. Now it was time for Sasuke, but when Kiba turned he was met face to face with Sasuke's pissed off face. Kiba's eyes widen, his reaction caused him to jump back just a bit only because he wasn't expecting Sasuke to be so close with those eyes set to kill at any moment. He sucked in some air before letting loose a nervous laugh.
"Whoa! Sasuke you scared me there man." Kiba's sentence was cut short when Sasuke grabbed him by the collar and threw him forward. Akamaru let loose a yelping sound, but he didn't fall from Kiba's head.
"What the hell was that for Sasuke?" Kiba hissed standing back up on his feet. The two of them stared face to face, the silence with a murdering aura seeping from Sasuke. Kiba ended up relaxing, because he knew that if he pissed Sasuke off even more than he was now, Sasuke would turn the tables and charge at Kiba the moment that his back was turned. Sasuke was certainly not a man that was to be trusted when he was in this type of mood; one wrong move could kill a person. Damn the Uchiha race, Kiba cursed to him-self.
"Her scent is fading, but I could still track it, she's not far from here…however, Sasuke…" He wondered if he should tell Sasuke that he felt her scent moving before the incident with Kisame and Sasori. Sasuke only stared at Kiba waiting for him to speak what he wanted to that way they could continue on with their search. Kiba swallowed a large amount of salvia, he could always lie and tell him that her scent started moving away, or something, but if he did find out he was lying to him…Sasuke would most defiantly have his head on a silver platter. But if he told the truth, chances are he would still make it out alive with a bad beating, or he would make it out fully alive, or the slight possibility that if Sasuke doesn't like the answer well Sasuke would just end up killing him. So many different possibilities and once again Kiba cursed the Uchiha for always changing their killing intent moods with their merciful moods.
"Sakura's scent is still where she was before the incident with Kisame and Sasori; however….she most likely will not be there when we get there." Kiba winced waiting for Sasuke's reaction. His eyes shut tight, but when nothing happened Kiba slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw he could barely believe what he was witnessing. There right before him Sasuke stood tall, his shoulders slightly slumped just a bit, but his eyes held the look of regret. This could not be Sasuke; Kiba thinks that his eyes were fooling him, because Sasuke, he doesn't show emotions. An Uchiha never shows emotions, and there he was looking like a child who lost his toy. Sasuke's eyes drooped low, and unexpectedly to Kiba, Sasuke rammed a tight and hard punch to the ground. Huff-huff- Huff the sound of Sasuke's panting was heard, from where Kiba stood he could swear he heard the bones in his knuckles literally shattering. Kiba inwardly thanks himself for not being the floor right now; he would hate to be pounded in like that.
"Damn! We were so close! Damn that Kisame! Damn that Sasori! I'll kill them! I'll kill them! Sakura….Sakura….I need to know…I just need to know…" Sasuke yelled, but his voice died down when he pictured Sakura's smiling face. He needs to know, no he wants to know, he has to know that she's alright. As long as she was alright, safe, then nothing else mattered. But that was the problem he didn't know, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that Sakura was still missing, but he didn't know who has her. He stood tall, thinking. Think-Think-Think-Think, Sakura wouldn't run away from Sasuke, he gave her that warning, and she understood the moment she gave him that kiss. Two: Sakura fell from a cliff, so chances were that someone found her, nursed her back to health…hopefully. Three: If she was alive, but still unconscious, or not able to move, than whose hands were she in and why were they moving her all over the place. Four: Why were Kisame and Sasori alive if he saw them die right in front of his eyes? Nothing was making sense. And Sasuke was determined to get to the bottom of it, even if he has to kill innocent people along the way.
"We will still head in that direction, and we'll go from there. We know Sakura was near this area, I'm going to call the others to meet us when we reached that place Sakura was, so let's get going Kiba we don't have that time to doddle."
"We all know about the war Itachi, just what about it are you trying to get at?" Itachi looked at Sasori, then to Deidara, then lastly to Kisame. The piercing smirk plastered on his face, the deadly cold eyes boring holes into their bodies, froze all three of them instantly. The atmosphere grew tense, and cold, oh and how secretly they wished they could put the heater on. The windows creaked from the tree branches scratching it; making sounds like that finger nails clawing at a chalkboard. The howling winds lowly growled, but could still clearly be heard from the inside. They were not expecting what Itachi was going to say next at all.
"Sasuke was the one that started that war."
There is a reason
Why I refuse tohide
I have pride
"Detain him Itachi, don't fail me. You are an Uchiha, don't disgrace our family." Fugaku's eyes narrowed in excitement, he knew that his son was more than capable of handling such an adolescent. Itachi's onyx eyes rose to his father than turned to the craze boy in front of him. Kisame and Sasori were having problems, but problems weren't allowed in the organization. If problems rose than dire consequences were to be faced, but his father wasn't angry, just amused. Itachi hadn't seen his father so amused before, he must be happy to see such a sight; he must be having high hopes for this teenager. Nodding his head Itachi began moving forward, walking at a normal pace. He watched with every step he took studying the boy. How interesting, how very interesting Itachi thought. He would fall hard, roughly, and he would bleed and yet he would find the strength to stand back up, laugh, and charge again. Itachi thinks, Kiyu is like him-not a normal boy. Punch- punch- kick-kick- stop. Kisame and Sasori stopped; Kiyu jumped back and only looked with a blank stare. Kisame and Sasori looked at Itachi who looked at Kiyu, who looked at Kisame and Sasori with a wondering stare. Blink-Blink- Punch- It was an attack that Kiyu wasn't expecting. He flew back, his back colliding with the floor roughly, and Itachi only stood there watching curiously to Kiyu's reaction to his punch.
Shudder-shudder- laugh- laugh He laughed, Kiyu laughed on floor while rolling left and right. With narrowed eyes Itachi charged. Itachi thinks he and everyone else had enough of this boy and his wild attitude. He jumped in the air and his right knee went into Kiyu's stomach when he landed back down. Snap- crack- gasp- laughter. Amazing, was the only thought that went through everyone's mind, it was downright amazing. Kiyu didn't even cry at the impact, but there he was once again laughing. Laughing as if it didn't even hurt, not human, he can't be, but he is. He is human, but why? Why isn't he hurting? What is going on? Were the questions rummaging through Itachi's mind, he didn't want to do this, but he had to. He activated his Sharingan, he needed to see what made this boy tick, what made this boy the way he is…he needs to know so he could tame him. Because Itachi will not fail, and Uchiha cannot fail. Failure is not an option.
Spin-Spin and Itachi entered Kiyu's mind.
"My son…My son…I love you"
Why was there a woman's voice in Kiyu's mind?
"I'm sorry, but I can't…forgive me…if you can't forgive me, forgive your sister for she did nothing wrong."
"I'm sorry…"
"You already destroyed Kiyu's chances of having a normal life…Sakura at least has a chance."
Mother wants me to be a monster…so a monster I will become….their fault, her fault, their fault, it's all her fault!
That was it! Itachi told himself. It was because of his mother…wait no…no it wasn't his mother it was…
…It's all my sister's fault…
Preview-
"Father…bring mother here…"
Just what task does Itachi have to calm the hatred within Kiyu's heart and mind
"You are foolish, to lose yourself to your emotions."
"Kiyu is rather interesting Saoshi…if he has to make me step in and take care of the matter my son couldn't."
Sakura learns more
Sasuke meets up with everyone at Sakura's previous location
What will happen next time?
Stay tuned
Author's note- Hi guys I hope you liked the chapter, I'm glad everyone loved it. I'm pleased with the number of reviews I got, and some gave me encouragement. Thanks for the emails they meant a lot to me. So guys, next week I'll be going out of town so I won't be able to update till the following week, but I will update. However one more thing, which story do you guys want me to update next when I come back, this one or 'Something Sweet' let me know guys and I'll do as you all wish ha. See you next time
-withloveagain