Third chapter… yeah…..

Disclaimer: Again…. I don't own Naruto…..why do I have to write this every time now?

A Familiar Room

Uchiha Itachi… Why did it have to be that idiot? I just dealt with him and his annoying personality, and now I had to deal with him again. Just my luck...

"Yes... well thank you…" He started to walk into the well warmed house. Even though it was summer the nights were surprisingly cold in the village, and Itachi's family had a nice warm fire going. It was obvious that everyone outside was being drawn in to the warmth of the house like moths to light, and I was no different.

"Umm… Can I ask how many there are?" Itachi asked, "My mom wants to know how much food to make for dinner."

"There're five of us," I replied. The moment he heard my voice, though, he looked like he was going to faint. All colour had left his face, and he was just staring at me. Finally, he found a way to speak.

"WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU HERE?"

"Umm…I am on this team do you have a problem with that?" I asked not caring what the answer was. I was cold and tired and I wanted inside the house. I walked past him into the house leaving him with his look of astonishment.

Inside the house, the walls seemed to glow with the amber radiance of the fire. It made everything feel more like winter than summer, and for someone who had been outside for a while, the warmth that was being given off warmed you all the way down to the bone. There were so many things inside that confirmed that the family was the leaders of the clan; furniture, clothing, and even the mood that was given off by everyone. The crest that was shown nearly everywhere was also a big hint; it had to be the crest of the Uchiha.

All together, there was a total of ten people in the house; Itachi, a woman that looked a lot like Itachi, his mom I presume, an adult man who seemed to not look anything like his children, I guess maybe the father, and two kids that looked about six, they looked a lot alike, maybe twins, and finally my out of place team. The father was the one that actually caught my attention; he looked oddly familiar, like I had seen him before. That was impossible though, so I shoved that thought out of the way.

"Hey mom, the guests are here! There are a total of five, and Naruko said that he was coming over with his little brother, so dinner for twelve I guess," Itachi called to his mom who had made her way into the kitchen.

"Ok Itachi, I got it. Fugaku, would you mind showing the guests to some rooms?" She asked her husband who just answered with a nod that his wife could see. When he turned to us, he looked like he was missing something in his life, like something had been taken away from him a long time ago. I was in the back so I really couldn't tell if he was trying to fake his smile or if it was real.

"Ok… down the hall, past the two doors on the right and three doors on the left are a few rooms that are available, there are a total of three rooms, so I hope you guys can work it out.

It seemed like that was all it took for my team to head for the rooms, everyone was tired so I wasn't surprised. I was the only one who stayed because now, that I was inside in the warmth of the house I really didn't feel like going to sleep. Something about the house made me feel like I needed to be awake and alert about something…but what?

It was then that I noticed that Mr. Uchiha was looking at me like I had just killed Itachi. He looked like a ghost, no colour in his face, and he seemed to be in shock…but what had I done?

"Umm…" I had no idea what to say, and it was obvious that he wasn't going to speak.

This is when, for the first time, I was actually glad to be in a room that had little kids in it. One of the twins decided to come up to me and ask, "Hi, my name's Sasuke. Why do you look so much like my brother?"

"Well, I'll tell you this, I'm not a fangirl… Why I look like him…I really don't know," I responded to the little girl. She was short, and her hair stuck up in the back a little, but it looked cute. She had her mom's hair and eyes, though hers were a lot lighter. She wore a navy-blue shirt and tan pants, and she looked like she was happy with life.

"Oh…ok…umm, what's your name?" She asked.

"Senatae, how old are you?" I asked wanting to know if I was right, so I didn't treat her like she was younger than she really was.

"I'm six years old, just like Hitake," she said pointing to her twin, his hair was a tad shorter and stuck up more, and his eyes were darker. The only other difference to them was that his shirt was black, "And Itachi is six years older than us. How old are you?"

"I'm 12. Just like your brother, though I bet he's older than me… My birthday just past," I replied. I was used to being the youngest in groups and I sort of felt that if I wasn't then something was wrong.

"Really? When's your birthday?" Sasuke questioned.

"June 9th," I replied. I felt like their father hadn't dropped his gaze off of me the entire time.

"Hmph…that's Itachi's birthday too… That's funny," Sasuke said. There was something weird about everything that was going on. I tried to push everything back down in my memory, but it kept surfacing back to the top. Finally I decided to go and look at my sketch book, I had all my memories that I couldn't figure out, maybe it was there. Also, I didn't like being started at by someone that I didn't even know.

I flopped down on the couch, pencil in my hand, and flipped to a blank piece of paper. I let my mind relax and started to see a picture, but it wasn't like the normal picture that I saw. The picture that I saw was of a small boy, standing at the door of his home. He looked like he was sick and crying, but it was raining so it was hard to tell. My hand seemed to glide across the page when I thought of the picture, revealing the memory in my head to the outside world. A little shading here and there finishes it off so that is looked more real, but then I noticed what I had drawn myself. The house in the background had a single thing that stood out, it wasn't whole, it wasn't even a fourth of it, but the way it was shaped and the colouring of it, it was obvious; the Uchiha crest.

"Wow that's really good… Where did you learn to draw?" Itachi's mom asked coming out of nowhere, well she could have been there for a while, I would have never known.

"Oh, Umm…. I taught myself…" I replied. I wasn't a fan of people seeing my drawings, it felt like they were seeing into my head or my heart.

"Oh…. You are very good…." She said again. Then something seemed to change about her, "So…have you chosen your room yet?"

"Umm… no… I haven't bothered to go look for one yet…." I replied. I could tell that this was going somewhere, but I didn't know where. Then I thought about it a little, there were five rooms that their father had said weren't available, but only four rooms were needed…what was that other room for?

"Good, can you follow me please?" Itachi's mother said while getting up. It was obvious that she had something on her mind, something that she had hidden for a long time. I followed her. Winding through to the hallway, I noticed that the first four rooms had been used many times, it was the rooms of the children and the mother and father, but the fifth door, the third on the left, came into view, it was obvious that this room hadn't been used for some time. It was that very door that we stopped at, "I would like you to stay in this room. If you don't mind of course…"

I didn't know what to say. I had never really been treated the way I was being treated now; with kindness. "Umm… Sure, I don't mind Mrs. Uchiha," was all I could conjure up out of my throat.

I watched as she took out a key from under the snow white apron that she wore, the light showing just how young she really was compared to how old she looked when the worries and despairs that she had faced would show up in the shadows. Her eyes seemed to glow now with some strange hope that had come out of from its hiding spot in the previous abyss of despair. As she opened the door, I knew that this room was somehow special to them…so why was I using it?

As I walked into the room I really didn't see anything very different about it compared to what any other room would look like, well what any room should look like since I had been raised with those cell type rooms with my Uncle: a nice bed with a cover that was covered in the Uchiha crest that seemed to have belonged to someone much younger than me, a nightstand that matched the bed, a closet that didn't look used, a dresser with a few photos on top of it, and a mirror hanging above. I could hear Itachi's mom close the door behind me so that I was alone, but I didn't even pay attention to that. I was looking at one of the photos, a picture of two children, a boy and a girl that looked almost exactly alike. There wasn't anything wrong with the picture that made me stare at it, but there was a problem. I knew the kids in the picture.

I grabbed my drawings out of my bag and flipped through some of the pages comparing them to the pictures in from of me, and the more I looked the more I realized one thing. They were the same people.

I started to go through the clothes that had been left in the closet and dresser. I remembered the texture and the clothes themselves, but how? I had never been to the leaf village, never stepped foot in any other village as far as I could remember, so how did I know this family that I had never met before? I was so confused!

That's when I did something that I had never done before; I put everything on the dresser, took off my shoes, and curled up on the bed. Under the covers to hide away from the confusion, and tried to go to sleep for a little bit while Itachi's mother was cooking dinner for my team. It worked too because soon I was in a shallow sleep, trying to sort out what made sense and what didn't.

What's going to happen next? What is with this room and with everyone's reactions towards her? Find out in the next Chapter!

Yeah, yeah… that took forever to get out… I know… I'm going to try writing more now that things have started to slow down… so, till next time!