Uchiha. Itachi. Those are the only two words that run through my mind. I know who this guy is. He is the S-ranked criminal responsible for the murder of his clan—mine. But that doesn't stop me from knowing who he is and finding out what he's like.

I don't know what on Earth I should do now. Wait for Kenji to wake up and then what? I can't just leave—I don't have a permit or anything close to the sort.

I sink against the wall in my room and wonder what on Earth is going on with me. Why I attacked Kenji, and why I am so irritable these last few days. And then I know.

I love my father.

***

In the morning at daybreak, Kenji wakes up with his shirt twisted and burnt. He leaves the house with lust in his eyes, and storms off towards the Hokage building. Determined to find out more, I follow him five minutes later.

I am walking towards the Hokage's estate and see all the happy children playing. I feel something click in my heart and then it begins to hurt me. This is the way I should have been raised, shouldn't it have been?

As I enter the large red building, I realize I need to have an appointment to get up there, so instead I scale the back wall and finally I am on a spiral staircase. Looks like this will be the long way.

I follow the maze—technically it's not a maze, it just has a bunch of turns—of hallways into the room with the sixth Hokage's seal and press my ear to the door. A lot of people are rustling and then I hear the voice of the man who runs this village and then Kenji reporting on me. So, looks like he's got the whole village controlling my life. What a shock.

"He has found out his heritage and has become violent—a threat to even me," Kenji says in a formal tone.

I then hear murmuring from the others and then the Hokage's words are barely audible. But I hear a couple.

"Ultimate…Weapon…of Konoha." Although the words are broken up, I still hear that he's talking about me.

So more truth slaps me in the face and tells me that I am going to be the ultimate weapon used by Konohagakure.

I gasp, and then clap a hand over my mouth. I might as well just slam on the door and tell people someone's listening. So I leave the building as quickly as possible.

***

At home I am devising a plan to get out of the iron grip that this stupid village has on me. I am so angry I can't even think insulting words, all I can do is yell. Thank goodness that Kenji isn't here.

I am so offended by everything that's ever happened to me: the techniques strategically placed around me, the letters, the revealing of whom I am and who my family was, and the changing of my attitude, which I now know is most definitely not hormones.

And it makes me want to do more. It gives me the burning desire to just…just…just… my thoughts trail off as I am almost done devising a plan to get out of here. But my train of thought is interrupted as Kenji walks through the door. We give each other a discerning glare, and then turn our heads away.

In a cold voice he asks me, "What's up? You haven't broken something today yet? Or are you intent on hurting me again?"

I smirk and tell him, "Oh, of course not, I'm not interested in hurting you."

Then my plan clicks into place.

"I'm intent on breaking you."

And my violent attacks are held back as I feel two strong men who aren't wearing the standard Konoha uniform grab me from behind and inject something into my burn. The world goes black, and before I go unconscious I wonder if I will ever wake up again.

***

My eyes flutter open and I am lying on the kitchen floor. Whatever they put into me sure worked, because it is nighttime and I suspect I've been out for more than a day.

Kenji is sitting up at the kitchen table eating his lunch. I notice he hasn't made any for me as I stand up. Not that I am surprised, and I don't care much because I don't feel hungry.

Without a word, I walk up to my room to think.

While in my room, I go over my plan. I am going to—well, why'd I need to go over it? I've worked on it long enough, I think.

So I make the walk over to the Hokage's building and apply for a permit.

A permit for travel.

***

On the form I add that I would like the permit for training—of course they want me to be a weapon, so naturally if I want to travel for training purposes, they have to agree. Under age, I fill a fourteen, and attach a photo of myself. And I reluctantly write my name: Uchiha Ketsueki.

I slip the form in a box, and now I just have to wait. And I am going to retrieve the mail each day—NOT Kenji. And I will follow him everywhere—he is not spoiling this for me.

***

After days of waiting, I finally get the reply. And it is one I hoped for, but I didn't see this next thing coming. I will be accompanied by a village trustee. So, how do I lose this person, I think and groan. I pull the permit out and it says I will begin my travel tomorrow at dawn. Looks like I'll meet this ANBU soon.

I leave the rest of the mail where it was so that Kenji doesn't suspect anything.

And I walk into the house without a word, and move to my room to pack, with a grin on my face.