Chapter 2 Filling the closed graves
Warnings: None at the moment
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or its characters!
Beta: Hotaru-Waffles. Give a thanks to her will jah?
For those who get confused with in which pov you are reading, I edit it so now you know. If there isn't a (insist name pov) above a scene then the scene is in my main character's eyes.
Enjoy the little things in life.. for one day you'll look back and realize they were the big things. – Robert Bruit
(Itachi pov)
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The voice of father still rings into the air, and it's almost like time itself doesn't move for a moment.
Which is ridiculous.
The cries that had come from my sister-those horrible cries, that I never wanted to hear from her again-where now silent sobs. The screams that seemed endless, now where replaced with the silence. They are no longer there, which made the situation-if it could be called as such-much worse than it was before.
''Fuguku.''
And with that simple word, time stared to move again. People seemed to unfreeze, and noise started to seep into the room once more. It was easier to breathe at this point, and the thick tension had dissipated completely.
The voice of someone I hadn't know was in the room. But before my eyes can look towards the source, my mind identified the voice. Namikaze Minato. Currently the fourth hokage and a guest today together with Namikaze/Uzumaki Kushina and her baby still unborn in her womb.
The smell of hospital didn't improve at all, I notice with distain. The bitter taste of medicine fills the air, seemingly never to end. The cleaning supplies little to nothing by cleaning it. If anything they make the smell worse. And lastly, the smell of dead that despite all the effort of the medics, they didn't manage to save.
That smell was the worst of all. The taste of copper, from the blood spilled. The salt, from the many, many tears that have been shed.
But even if someone died today most would just walk pass the now dead person without knowing the story behind the corpse. Like many do.
The soft ticking of shoes hitting the floor brings me back from my thoughts.
I look in the direction of the soft footsteps, too soft to be a male.
It's oka-san. Just oka-san trying not to die from the worry, as my cousin would have said if he saw her now. But her pacing says enough. Her black hair hanging lose and in her face, her eyes pleading for answers. Answers for what was happening to imouto. Answers of what had happened. And all of those questions could be answered if only someone walked out of that god forsaken door.
It even has the red lamp activated. Come on door. Open up.
Waiting that is what I had to do. Wait for an answer to the many questions, to the possibilities, too..
She could be dead for all I know.
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And that feelings that come by that thought unsettle me.
Sleep. That's the only thing on my mind. The blissful darkness will protect me form harm.
But the buzzing sound around me says otherwise. The buzzing is like that irritant fly that circles around you on a hot summer day and doesn't stop. But the summer heat has taken its toll on you and you're to lazily to move and remove the fly. That's what the sound is. Just an annoying buzz. And my mind slowly falls back to it's blissfulness.
Then the buzzing increases tenfold.
I almost want to snap at it, just to make it go away. But my mind tells me to just ignore it and go back to sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep…
But..
Where..am I.. sleeping?
The question starts the dulled mind of mine into activation. But still not fully cooperated I notice with irritation.
It's like there is a stone, a gigantic stone, blocking a river, but not completely. A part of the river does stream like it is supposed to do. And however, it is big enough to let the river be a river and not run dry, the difference between the full out running river and the one it is now, is not able to run for a single second..
Panic crushes through my body. Seconds later, the feeling of numbness fills me. I don't breathe. The shallow breaths that are usually so easily bearable, are nothing. The don't exist.
Where am I?!
Where...am I?
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With a sudden jolt, I open my eyes.
A blinding color greets me, and all I see is the whiteness of the room. It's a too bright white, almost to the point where it's too bright. Inhaling the air with too much force, I begin to choke on it.
There's something wrong with the air, the voice in the back of my head seems to say.
Thank you, captain obvious I reply dryly.
Still chocking on whatever it was that made the air somehow impossible to breathe in, I try to take a breath.
Why couldn't I breathe?
My attempt doesn't work to well, since someone puts a strange object on my face; almost like a mask—and rather forcefully, might I add.
While this happens one single thought fills my panicked mind.
What is happening?!
Among the sudden intrusion of safety, there are voices lingering around me—still in Japanese, so that the possibility that I died—again—is little to is sudden a prick in my skin—a needle maybe?—and after that, my mind, still trying to get oxygen, which seems impossible to get, slowly falls asleep.
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(Itachi pov)
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With a 'bamp' the door opens. Everyone in the room looks at the person walking out— white coat, a name card at the left side, which read the name Kichiko Taru, laugh lines mixed with stress lines, possible to little sleep over a long period of time—which suggests that he either is an important iryo-nin, or works to hard.
Maybe a little of both?
''Iryo-san, how is Uchiha Satomi?'' my mother's voice asks the question that everyone, myself included, wants to know the answer to.
The male iryo-san looks up—recognition flickers in his eyes—and begins to talk,
''Your daughter's condition is currently stable.''
The tension that was in the room drifts away with those words. But I see the hesitation that lingers in the eyes of the iryo-nin, so I speak.
''Is there more?''
His eyes flicker to my direction.
''Ah.. Uchiha-san. Yes. Yes here is.''
With that the tension that was a here a minute ago, reappears.
I wait for the iryo-nin to gather his words so that if he does speak again, it will be useful. This will be much more word-filled than what I would have got to hear if I didn't wait. That, after all, is how humans work.
''Satomi-san is currently sleeping. But she was awake for a moment. In that moment it seemed that she couldn't get enough air into her lungs, despise that the room we were in was not lacking in oxygen. After we put her asleep again with sedatives, she didn't have the same problem to breathe as when she was awake. We did check for anything that could have disturbed her lungs, but didn't find anything that could have affected her to react in such a way. We don't know what caused Satomi-san to get into this state.''
''What about how she got in this state in the first place?'' my otou-sans harsh voice asks.
''We don't know Uchiha-sama.''
He notables tenses, waiting for a reaction (a bad one, might I add). But we aren't Uchiha for nothing. Uchiha's control their emotion after all, no matter in what kind of situation they are. Even if my imouto was screaming like she was dying form a lethal poison, we aren't allowed to show anything. My anger grows just a little stronger. Not that I show any of it on the outside. Uchiha's don't do so after all.
''I…have an idea of what may cause Satomi-san to be in such a state''
I raise an eyebrow. If he has an idea of what caused my imouto to react in that way, why does he hesitate? Unless…it is something that can harm my imouto? But no, than he would heal it. Is it something that my parents wouldn't approve of? That would make more sense. After all even if he is a well know medic (which he is, but not famous) he has nothing on the Uchiha.
"What is this idea of yours?'' I state lightly, not to sound too interested (which I am). It is after better to sound interested.
''Well…I have heard from a friend that he saw a child with the same syndromes …''
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Blackness. The world turned into a black that was hard to ignore. But that dead black. That black I will always remember.
Beep.
This dark is more comfortable, not the other one.
The 'don't trust it, kind of way'—but more real?
Beep.
More like sleep…but I am awake aren't I? Otherwise I wouldn't think right now.
Beep.
And what is that annoying beep?
Beep.
Couldn't it just stop?
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After my little episode, things changed. My brother, that before was there once in a while, now tried to be with my as much as he possible could—considering that he was still at the school and all. It wasn't that annoying at all; his ever soothing present that he only seemed to possess, made me sleep easier than ever before. Sleep that before was troubling with the ever present of whatever is in everyone's body, became stiller and the aura in home became dull compeered too his.
But when my brother wasn't around, my mother was there. And her present however so warm-much warmer than onii-sans- was a bit of a bother. Not because she wasn't kind like brother, but because she kept an eye on me every single minute when I was in her presence. Apparently after my breakdown she got more protective than ever. Sometimes when I think I am alone and I try to pick up a block—because what else can I do when people constantly watch me then act like the baby I am supposed to be?—she'll be somewhere in the distance, waiting and watching.
This one time, I was playing with my blocks again. I somehow miscalculated, and the block, along with the castle I was building, crumbled down—all falling on top of me.
And there oka-san came out of nowhere fishing me out of the blocks.
All of this wouldn't have scared me if she hadn't had been in the kitchen a second ago—I know because her aura was there.
It was scary as hell.
This really brings back memories when I took my freedom for granted.
I will never do that again. But all in all, all of this prevents me from my much needed time alone without someone—mother—constantly breathing down my neck.
But now…I check upon my mother's aura—in the living room—father is somewhere outside home—possible work, which he is most of the time—my brother, somewhere out of my reach, the most possible explanation is school.
I check my mother's aura again—still in the living room—and try to feel any of my brothers calm aura—none, minus the little bit that always lingered in home—father—nowhere to be found—and I check it again. And double check.
And the realization hits me.
For the first time in months, certainly not years—my body would have changed by then—I am free of the constant looks of my family.
A sound of happiness leaves my throat. Finally, finally, can I do what I wanted to try for weeks, before the accident with that weird couple and the massive amount of aura that was too painful to bear.
I can do what I wanted to do, and more till my peaceful moment without watchful eyes ends. But I still have to be careful though, oka-san could come any moment like she did before.
Ever so slowly, I crawl towards the wall. Looking up, I notice the walls are decorated with things that I'm not familiar with, but are without doubt expensive—if not overly so.
There are other rooms, my onii-san's, which I am terribly curious about, and a few others that I the one second left, or right if your perspective is from the front door, from the hallway is my outo-sans study room. And I know almost scantily that the two rooms next to mine are guest room.
Then there is a room next to the master room and the one almost left from the living room where locked and even if they weren't I can jet open a normal door without help. Even if most of the doors are of bamboo with paper. Makes me wonder how in the hell they can be locked in the first place.
Jet another thing to add to the strange things that happen in my new life.
There are other rooms, my onii-san's, which I am terribly curious about, and a few others that I the one second left, or right if your perspective is from the front door, from the hallway is my outo-sans study room. And I know almost scantily that the two rooms next to mine are guest room.
Then there is a room next to the master room and the one almost left from the living room where locked and even if they weren't I can jet open a normal door without help.
I was a baby after all, even with how much it still pains me to be in this body without muscle. And sometimes it just feels so wrong. The shade of my new skin is so much softer and lacking the callus that my body possessed. As not to mention the skin tone. My body had a light color, yes, but this new one has a much more lighter shade. So light that it almost is ghostly white, and it doesn't shade at all, so I have noticed from my brother and mother where apparently the gene has come from. Even my father still has a light skin color, but has a bit more of a darker shade in the summer, that leads me to believe that the almost ghostly-white skin color is a family thing on both sides.
My shoulder length brown hair that I loved despite the fact that, that was the only fiscal thing from my father, who had the same before we moved to England where grey hairs managed the get mingle, despite him being only 42 when we moved. To that place when things went horribly, horribly wrong.
I slowly release my breath. It doesn't matter anyway, that life is over.
I place my hand on the soft wood of my bedroom's wall.
Yes, time to start my plan.
With the help of the wall I try to bring my small body up; my poor legs wobble with the effort, then promptly smack against the wall.
No, of course not; I don't fall to the floor but at the wall.
Ouch, that really hurt. I rub my painful nose, trying to lessen the pain.
Well, my first attempt was as worthless as you can get. But I have to begin somewhere with learning how to walk, because how fun it's to crawl I have to learn to walk otherwise life will much harder and won't go so well for me. And besides, it is high time I learn it.
I'm well over a half year old, or older, but not yet a one year old. Otherwise I would meet my horrible aunts and other women that apparently have noting else to do than coo over my baby self at my birthday.
If they do celebrate birthdays in Japan that is. In anime and manga they do, but you can never be sure.
I shake my head; no time for such a thoughts, time to try to stand and eventually, walk.
Bamp.
I fall on the ground this time, I am still very glad that my parents, one that is not always home and another that has suspicious ninja skills, but still I'm glad that at least one of them has prober sense to give my room a soft floor cover which is surprisingly thick. With it the fall from trying to stand up is at least softer then that if I bonk into the wall.
Alright let's try this again. But this time don't push but try to keep your patience.
Suddenly the peaceful aura fills my range, which isn't much just a enough to feel an aura in every direction from my home and in it, I can only feel close to me or further away. It's like seeing, you can't look at an object that's close to you and looking towards the sky. But that peaceful aura means only one thing, my brother is home again.
I sigh. And I was doing so great too, to spend my time on something that is actually learn full and meaningful.
Ah well…
Wait a minute.. Onii-san is coming in the direction of my room in little more than half a minute if not less he should be here.
Well at least my parents do like me so I don't have to crawl my way to a crib, or anything remarkably similar to it, in record time just to pretend that I was there all along. I would get bored out of my mind and body if I had to stay in one day and night. The mere thought of it makes me shudder.
My door cracks slightly, it is properly not fixed because babies are easily frightened form the simples of things (people popping up, is one of them).
Onii-sans peaceful energy fills my room in no time while he steps into my room.
''Ita!'' My sluggish baby voice still can't produce onii-sans full name, but even the first few letters are rewarded with a soft smile from onii-san, which are scarce and hard to get by.
But trying to see that smile of his makes me fall, only for the familiar hands to pick me up and onii-san lays me in his arms. I lean towards his warm body and sift slightly to lie more comfortably, fully enjoying his ever soothing present so much so that I almost missed the spicy present of that other person from before. Onii-san says a few words that I can hardly understand, but apparently are meant for the new person.
The new person comes towards me, now in my sight; the standard onyx eyes of my family stare back at me. He makes a comment that involves 'kawaii' and others that I can't yet understand, but by the reaction of onii-san (who blushes slightly and that I only can see because I'm so close to his face, but still is a sight to see) am I suddenly glad that I don't understand what the new person has said.
But still, who is this strange person that acts so similar to my onii-san? It even makes him smile which I only mastered the art of in our house. I glare at him, that ears a laugh from it.
''Satomi-chan'' Onii-sans voices makes me lose my staring (glaring) contest with it.
I look at the face that belongs to the voice, noticing that he looks more tired than I have ever seen him before. Why would he be so tired? Was school that hard for him? Or is he sick?
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