Well, I'm back! Don't get excited, I'm not. Anyway as semi-promised. Here.
Disclamer: Naruto is not mine. Thank you.
Chapter 1: Memories of nobody
My mother is so unbearable; I never understood how father had loved her! She would be so unfair sometimes that I couldn't even think anything without her shooting the idea down!
I had already gone to my room when I got home, Itachi had found me in the woods practicing the Hosenke no Jutsu he thought me. I still couldn't get it to do it right, but I wasn't going to give up. I had told him about what was decided of me; I was going to have to marry Sasuke. I could merely cry into his shoulders; I hadn't even known Sasuke for a month before I was told of the arrangements. I could feel something reacting in me, as if my life was over and my soul was starting to freeze itself. Itachi said that something was awakening; I didn't even know what could start awakening at this pint other than pure hatred. He brought me home where my mother noticed my singed lips and scraped knees, she only shook her head in pity at me. I hated her; she changed so much after father had died!
No, she had started to change even before father had fallen ill; she was so cold hearted toward him. She wasn't even there when he finally died!
'…stupid, bitch.'
'Excuse me? Did you say something Saiyuri?'
I couldn't hold back anymore, my life had changed so much after my father died, it had become so unbearable. I couldn't feel the tears rushing down my cheeks, or the blood running from my hands where my nails dug in.
'I said, you stupid bitch! Who the hell do you think you ARE? It's MY life you're SELLING! It's MY future you're FUCKING up!'
My mother could only stare at me, eyes wide as I bit down on my lip trying to hold back my sobs. I felt the pain there as my teeth broke the skin and blood pooled around the area.
'Saiyuri…maybe you shou-'
'NO! I HATE HER, SHE NEVER LOVED HIM! I WISH SHE COULD HAVE DIED INSTEAD!'
Itachi was struck with shock at this, why would she want her mother dead? Didn't she love her mother?
Damn it, Damn it, DAMN IT!
'Why weren't you there when he died? He wanted to see you the most…'
I couldn't help it anymore; I wanted to know why she wasn't there, even after he had called to her more than once. I was the one, who brought him his tea, who sung to him when he had a fever, who kept him company as he told stories. I was always there, the only one there, and I was the last person he saw.
'Tell me where you were…why you weren't there for him too.' My voice was no longer shaky, I wanted to know, NOW.
'What was so DAMN important than the man who loved you?'
'You would never understand, Saiyuri. Now leave the subject alone.'
I could only stare at her in shock; much like Itachi was doing now, because she brushed my father's memory off like it was a pest. I turned, my hair covering the hurt in my eyes, and walked as slowly as my feet could carry me up the stairs.
'Saiyuri, wh-'
'Leave her Itachi. She needs to get some rest, and then maybe she'd have her head on right.'
I closed the door with a silent click, before walking to my bed and pulling out an old photo of my father. He was sitting by my crib and smiling down at me with such love, that only a father could. I was only two months when this photo was taken, mother was off somewhere in the village, or so father told me. His auburn hair was thick and bright, a shine in every strand, and it seemed to reflect a shine throughout my room. His crystal blue eyes, the eyes I inherited before my mother's line interfered, where holding so much love as he looked down at me; and his pale skin was perfect, no vain to be seen.
I loved my father, he was the perfect person that any women would love to marry, but he was stuck with THAT women! Why?
I started to hug the picture to my chest, heaving sobs rocked through my body as burning tears rolled down my face. I needed to get out of this house, I needed to run…but where would I go?
I hadn't noticed I fell asleep till I looked out the window and saw that the sun had gone down. It was oddly quiet, normally the house would be filled with people cleaning the dishes or taking a bath or even just trying to chase the raccoons away. There was no sound outside either, had I slept longer than I thought? I figured there was probably a meeting again and the people who lived in this house too were being lazy. Not that I could blame them, I'd get lazy too if the house head was out for a while.
When I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I heard a soft thud as the frame of the picture hit the floor. I bent to pick it up and noticed that the glass cracked over my fathers' face. There wasn't much I could do now, so I simply pulled the picture out and folded it in half. If everyone was gone, or at least not around, then I'd leave tonight; I wasn't a citizen of Konoha after all. I dressed in a pair of black, lose fitting pants, a fishnet and a pale, ice blue over shirt. I grabbed the picture of my father and placed it into my pocket, slowly hoping it didn't get all bent up.
I opened the door and slowly walked out, it was pitch black. None of the lights where on, all of the candles were put out, but there was a soft sound from down the stairs; like a shifting.
'As long as they don't stop me, I really don't care if someone is ransacking the house.'
I slowly descended the stairs, keeping the kunai Itachi gave me close in my hand, ready to attack anyone who tries to keep me here. But every step seems to cool my heart even more, then a faint smell in the air took me back to three years ago, to father. My head raced, but my feet ran faster than I had time to even tell myself to stop, and I was standing before my living room. There was a small noise from behind the couch; it made my heart skip a beat because I could already smell the copper in the air. My feet began to move yet again without my permission, slowly I made my way towards the behind it. I stopped as I started to here small sobs and gasps, was the person still alive? I forced myself forward, only to be knocked back; my mother was on the floor, covered in blood with a kunai stabbed in her throat. She was dead, she died in a very horrible way, was it my fault?
Sh...She's dead? W-what happened?
The sobs could still be heard, the person was just on the other side of my mother. I slowly looked up as I figured this out, and was shocked, my whole body frozen where I was.
Itachi was kneeling there, his hair was a black, velvet curtain that shielded his face from mine, his pale hands where covered in blood as he held them to his sides, and his whole frame was shaking. He killed her…he killed my mother? Why? Was it because I yelled I wanted her dead? He should have known it was only because I was mad!
'Why?'
Itachis' head snapped up, his crimson eyes wide as he looked at me. The left side of his face was covered in blood with a small clean path where his tears fell. His outfit was covered in blood as well and he had another kunai in his hand. He reached a shaky hand out towards me, slowly getting to his feet, and I got a better look at him. In his left hand, where the kunai was, he also held a small torn piece of kimono. It was an orange color…her had killed Kinoshi.
'Saiyuri, I…I'm so-'
Before I even knew what happened, a loud shriek escaped my body, causing both Itachi and I to freeze. Then my body reacted faster than my brain again, I got up and ran the other way. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me as he started to call my name and ask me to stop, I ran to the second floor before I knocked over a glass vase. The shards fell and scattered across the floor, like a crystal sea, and separated Itachi from me. He only paused for a second, before walking over the glass, letting it cut into his feet only to get to me.
'He must really want to kill me...fine. But I won't die without fighting!'
I held out the kunai and ran at him, feeling the glass shred into my skin, I could feel the blood pump out with every heart beat. The kunai made contact, but Itachis' arms wrapped around me, embracing me.
'I'm so sorry, Saiyuri. I'm so sorry…'
I opened my eyes and looked up at him; his hair made a curtain around both our faces and his tears fell onto my cheeks. We knelt down onto the glass and he held me tight, his whole body shacking again. He wasn't letting small sobs escape anymore, he was crying with his whole being, he was completely hurt. I pulled the kunai out, it had stabbed into his thigh, but he wasn't bleeding; he had placed bulks to block weapons. I lifted my face back up to his, only to see his eyes where shut tight and he kept repeating sorry. I reached up and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, there wasn't much I could do to stop his shaking, but at least this stopped his apologizing.
'It's okay Itachi, it's okay…' and it really was, for I was the one who told him I wanted her dead…I was the one who wished for a way out, and he provided it.
But he kept shaking his head no, saying over and over that he hopes I'd listen to him. I felt something in me stir and for once, the air around me got cold and I was able to think straight. I held him tighter, one plea running through my head:
Please dad. Don't hate me for helping an Uchiha.
~5 years later~
Nothing had changed from what I heard; Konoha just had a burial though for their Kage, apparently he meet his end at trying to take down that vile creature, Orochimaru. To bad he didn't succeed in killing that disgusting snake.
Itachi, Kisame and I are out on a personal mission; to make sure Sasuke is safe. Itachi was worried when he heard that Konoha was attacked and set out on the mission. He had to talk to Sasori for a reason before we left though; I guess it was to keep the leader out of the loop. We neared the village wall, and Itachi did a simple gesture, which made the guard fall over, asleep. We walked into the village with such ease, it was amazing that no one had tried to break through and take over this pathetic village. I never liked the place; it always left a sour taste in my mouth, especially after Itachi told me the truth behind the massacre. I held such distaste for this placed, but this is where he entrusted Sasuke, so I couldn't hate it entirely.
"Saiyuri, I need you to do a quick sweep to make sure that there are no guards around."
"Yes, nii-sama."
I place my hands together and closed my eyes; I started to pull the chakra from my surroundings, from the trees, grass, even from the air. The chakra formed small crystals and floated through the air, none touched a single person.
"There's no one down there, Itachi. We can go on."
I knew what was going to be said next, so I leaped down towards the ground, much to Itachi's dismay. He was always so protective of me, that I felt that if I didn't take it in my own hands, I'd never be able to do anything.
I landed on my toes, making a small shuffling sound, and looked around; I was right, no one in sight.
"Watch out, Kid."
'Of course.'
I jumped to the left about a foot, and watched as Kisame landed right where I was a second ago, smirking wildly. He never was one to try to seek his own landing spot. Not a second later, Itachi was standing left of me, his eye were glaring in my direction. I knew he was mad, but he was the one who brought me here to begin with.
"You'll get old fast, Itachi, if you keep glaring at me like that."
"I'll get old fast if I have to keep worrying about you, you little snot." He reached out and started to ruffle my hair with the faintest of smiles.
Then just as soon as he did, he retracted, and put his business face back on. I was a little hurt; he's been acting this way since we left headquarters; like he was trying to show as much affection as possible without SHOWING it. Even Kisame looked a bit confused, but there was a hint of knowing in his eyes at the same time. It made me cringe inside, something was going to happen, but if it was to happen to Itachi, I was going to stop it.
We walked through the village with ease, many people didn't know who we were, but I was still wary about running into a high class ninja. This was a ninja Village after all, and although I was trained to a Jōnin, I wasn't ready to fight.
There were many new shops I hadn't seen while I lived here so many years ago, and although I tried not to be sympathetic, I couldn't help but feel a little bad for leaving the village. The ramen shop was still there, as was the flower shop, but Itachi felt like going to a new shop, for no one would know us there.
"What would you like?"
A man had walk up to our table with some menu's in hands, and placed them gently on the table, but before he could leave, we all had already decided what we wanted.
"Okay then. What will it be?"
"One order of the twenty dumplings and two Green Tea's."
"Mine as well, please."
"I'll have two order of pork buns and two orders of the forty dumplings and two Green Tea's."
"So, it'll be: two orders of the twenty plate dumplings, six Green Tea's, two orders of the forty plate dumplings and two orders of pork buns?"
We nodded.
The man simply smiled and walked off, not asking if we even had the money to pay for it. As we waited, I got a little curious and started to look around. The building itself was normal: wooden windows and sliding doors, with wooden tables and a decent sized kitchen. The smells emulating from the kitchen gave this place a home-like feeling, which is funny coming from me, only because I never really had a home for the past six years.
About half an hour later the man and two other women walked out, bringing out our orders, and placing them on the table. Itachi put a plate in front of me and passed me my first cup of tea. He got his own and Kisame pulled his food toward himself before chowing down.
I picked one of the dumpling sticks up and started to eat while staring out the window. For such a dangerous mission, the sky was so clear and wide, not a cloud in sight. This village was always peaceful, I'd give it that much, but I'd never want to live here again.
After we finished our food, we ordered another round of tea, and kicked back to let the food start to digest. The people in the restaurant watched as we waited, wondering why'd we ever spend so much money here, if we had that type of money.
I simply brushed it off and started picking my teeth as Kisame and Itachi started talking silently, probably about this mission they took upon themselves: or at least in Kisame's case, was thrust upon him. I turned my head to look back out the window when, I spotted a person with white hair. My blood ran cold and I started to have a hard time breathing.
The Copy-cat Ninja was standing right in front of our objective, with two other Jōnin around. They had to know we were here.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder and jumped slightly as Itachi leaned in and placed the tea in my hands.
"Drink this. It'll help calm you, then we'll leave."
I turned around to see Itachi was drinking his, as was Kisame, in a very calm manner. They had already suspected they would get caught, they planed for this just in case.
I place the cup to my lips and poured half the drink down my throat, burning my tongue in the process. I had barely registered the slightly bitter taste my tea hand, but only for a split second because I threw the rest down my throat.
Itachi nodded as I placed my empty cup down and took a few deep breaths, getting myself in to the mindset of killing. I would have to force myself to be ready, otherwise I'd just freeze and get in the way.
Both men stood and pulled their hats slightly downward, and started to walk towards the door, I followed after them. But the moment I stood, I felt myself wobble a bit. I took another deep breath and followed them out the door, the two ninja Kakashi was talking with where still there, except the were looking directly at me. Eyes wide.
By half an hour of running around the village, I started to feel a bit out of it, and my body was weakening.
'Did they poison our food?'
"H-Hey. How are you guys doing?"
I noticed Itachi steal a glance in Kisame's direction, and give a small, quick nod.
"We're fine. We have to get to the wall."
I nodded and pushed myself further, which took so much effort. Sweat was already dripping down my face, and my body was starting to give out on me. I had to tell Itachi, I had been poisoned, maybe that's why they stared at me. I drank the poison that was intended for Itachi. I smiled a small, yet fulfilling smile. I helped him, finally.
"Itachi...I think I was poisoned...I can't breath...right..."
They both stopped to look at me, then they turned to each other, knowing in their eyes. Itachi put his hands together in a very familiar position.
'Ah. Kage Bunshin no Jutsu...He's sending me away.'
"Itachi, I should...get better soon. M-my Kekkei Genkai should...kick in soon."
He shook his head.
"Not this time, kid." Kisame stated as I looked at them surprised.
"Wh-What do you...mean?" It was getting harder and harder to breath, and my mind started to fog over.
Itachi's clone lifted me from the ground and started to run in a different direction: towards the Konoha Hospital. But as we left, I saw the two ninja who were responsible for poisoning me and started to weakly struggle against the clone.
"Saiyuri, I'm sorry we had to do this to you. But the poison should stop working in just a bit. Then you can start healing your body. Just remain strong."
'Itachi...what do you mean? You did this to me? But-'
"-why?" My voice came out small and shaky.
He only stared ahead.
There wasn't much I could do anymore, my breath was getting harder and harder to catch, and the world around me started to fade to white. The only color I could see was Itachi's hair and my own mingling as the wind blew past us.
I had let my hair grow out so long, that it was almost at my ankles by now. I did it only because someone told me I would be beautiful if I let my hair grow out, he was an arrogant child at the time. But he was the man I was destined to love. His skin was a pale color, his eyes were sea-foam green, and his voice was calm at all times.
I was never going to see him again. I was going to die here, and I'd never be able to keep my promise to him.
The wind stopped abruptly and a hard, cold floor met my back as the clone placed me down. I looked over at him, certain that I was going to disappear from this world soon, only to see he had pulled out a kuni.
I was going to die here.
'I guess dad will see me sooner than expected...'
Then, nothing but black.
~Two weeks later~
I was still in the closed off room that the ANBU had left in that first day then found me on the hospital roof. I had done nothing to deserve their attention, but they keep insisting that I had some connection with group of class S criminals. I was treated horrible here, and although I kept insisting that I only remember the night my mom was killed and everything else was a fog, they kept trying to beat the lie they wanted out of me.
They even brought in a man and women who had supposedly seen me with them the day they came, but I was still lost as to what they wanted from me. Nothing was going to make me tell them a lie just so they could throw me in jail or to death wrongly. I wanted to survive.
But today when I woke up, the room was empty and quiet, there wasn't anyone outside the door either; my dark cell was empty of all other life entirely.
'Is this a new trick their going to try on me? My life was covered in silent darkness...'
That's when I heard it; a clicking sound. As if it where coming form down the hall, people were coming back. I let my head hand towards the ground and ear take everything in.
"Are you sure that she was with them?"
"Yes, my lady. She was seen by both Asuma and Kurenai in the same shop, and following after them. Although her cloak was different, it still held all the same designs."
"What do you mean it was different yet the same?"
"The design was the same, clouds surrounding it; but the colors were switched around."
There was a short silence till something else was said that me get a deep, almost threatening chill.
"She was an Uchiha, right?"
"Yes, but you should watch were you look my lady. She will not retract her sharingan."
My eyes shot open, as I heard the door open. At first it was the normal ninja, the ones who kept interrogating me. Then as the people entered, a shiny blond color caught my eye. Then I finally saw her, she was very busty and very beautiful. Her eyes were a brown-yellowish color, her skin looked pale, not at all like that boys, but pale none the same.
She walked over to me and leaned down to my eye level.
"Lady Tsunade! Watch what you're doing-"
"Shut up will you! I know what I'm doing!"
I was surprised to say the least, she was treated with such respect, and she was here to examine me. Maybe she would help me get of here!
"H-hello. I'm Saiyuri." I smiled, I knew it was somewhat timid, but I just need her to get me out of here, NOW!
She smiled back.
"I know, I was briefed on you. My name is Tsunade, I am the fifth Hokage, and I need to ask you some things."
My heart sank when she said this.
'Am I ever going to get out of here?'
Well, this chapter took longer and probably isn't better only because this computer I'm using kept crashing! *Cry*
Anyway, I'll up date when I get the chance, so if you read this then please drop a line. I'd like to know what you guys would like to see happen in this story...although it's all been planned out...eh. whatever!
I can change some!
Till next time: GBSF!
