A/N: I don't much care for this chapter, I find it boring. But, unfortunately, I had some trouble writing this one mainly because I couldn't decide who should break the news to Itachi and how. So please don't give up on this story because of a crappy chappy... ^^;
A few days passed slowly and uneventfully and there was no sign of anybody trying to interrogate me, kill me or torture me. But I still remained firm. They were probably luring me into a false sense of security so that they could get the information from me a little easier. But it was still getting very irritating, waiting for the day to come when Konoha would strike.
And then came the day when my doubts and my assertions came to a rather high speed bump...
"Itachi, it really is you!"
I looked up to see the two faces that had haunted my dreams for years standing in the doorway. Uchiha Mikoto and Fugaku stood in the room, looking just as they always had, only a little older. They had thin age lines on their faces, strings of grey in their hair. The only real change was the large smiles and tear-filled eyes.
I couldn't help but choke on the air I'd been breathing in and my eyes practically bulged from their sockets. Wait, no, this could not be right! My parents were dead, I'd killed them. They were not here, standing before me!
This was a genjutsu. Or maybe they were a mixture of shadow clone and transformation. The Konoha shinobi were finally cracking down and they were pulling out the big guns first. Konoha had truly taken up a knack for being cruel and unusual.
"Itachi," my "mother" whispered, rushing forward. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly.
Okay, so I could feel the embrace, so it wasn't a genjutsu. That didn't mean they weren't clones, though.
"Welcome back, Son," Father said, his voice calm and even, but I could see the tears shining in his eyes. He was trying to keep from showing just how shaken he was to see me, but he wasn't very good at it. This wasn't the man I remembered. Konoha shinobi weren't very good at Transformations, it seemed.
Then, Haruno came in and stopped. "Uchiha-san," she said, looking a bit surprised, "The nurses let you in here?"
"We don't need to ask some nurses for permission to see our son," Mikoto said sweetly, but there was definitely a hint of threat in there.
Haruno sighed and said, "We still haven't gotten any investigations done on his mental well-being. In order for us to perform the tests accurately, he needs to remember things on his own. I had informed the nurses to keep you from seeing him, but I can see that you managed to bypass them."
Mother glared at Haruno. Haruno glared right back.
"In other words, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said, no longer hinting at her meaning. "I was just about to ask him a few questions, so if you wouldn't mind leaving, I'd appreciate it."
At first, Mother looked shocked and indignant, then just angry. She turned to me and kissed my forehead, ignoring how I tried to dodge it, and took Father's arm before walking away. "Bye, Dear, I'll be back!"
I glared at her. So falsely cheerful... I hated it.
Haruno closed the door when the couple left and sat at my bedside. She said softly, "I need to ask you a few questions."
I turned my glare on her. "And so the interrogation begins."
She giggled. "Funny. Sarcasm is a good sign. Now then, do you remember what year it is?"
I paused. What year? What did that have to do with anything? But still, I couldn't answer even the simplest of questions. I shrugged.
She nodded. "It's 2010 now."
Twenty... ten...? What did that mean?
"Do... Do you remember what put you in your coma? Any of the events that led up to it? Anything at all, even if the memory is vague."
"Sasuke attacked me," I answered, allowing some irritation to leak into my voice. I had heard that Haruno adored Sasuke endlessly, so to reveal to her the darker side of his nature would definitely be enjoyable. "With his chidori. Right in my chest."
But, instead of pain or fear or disgust, all I saw on the woman's face was confusion. "He attacked you? And what's a Chidori? I've never heard of it before."
I blinked, unable to hide my surprise. I had seen many interrogation tactics, had used most of them, but I had never heard of—let alone seen—somebody deny the truth of their captive's downfall as a means to get information. And the kicker was that she actually seemed genuinely confused.
"Sasuke, he attacked me with the Chidori. You know, the big ball of electricity Kakashi taught him to use?"
"I-I'm sorry, Itachi, but I don't know what you're talking about. Sasuke-kun has never lifted a hand in violence for as long as I've known him." Her expression hardened when I scoffed. "Anyway, moving on. Do you remember anything about your life before the accident?"
I knew I had sworn not to answer any of her questions, but I was intrigued to see what she would say to my life's story. Would she feign ignorance about that, also? So, I answered, "I lived in Konoha until I was twelve, performed the Uchiha massacre, left Konoha, joined Akatsuki and dedicated all of my time to capturing the Jinchuuriki and extracting the demon from inside of him."
"Jinchuuriki?"
"Naruto-kun," I clarified dryly.
Haruno sighed, raking her hands through her hair. "You have quite an imagination, Itachi." I must have looked as shocked as I felt because she giggled and told me, "You were in a coma for six months and you had quite a bit of head trauma, so I wouldn't be surprised that you have some amnesia. And, of course, since comas are like deep sleeps, you would have dreamed and I'd imagine that your dreams replaced those memories you lost."
I'm pretty sure my jaw fell open, but I wasn't certain. I'm pretty sure I lost all sense of feeling in my body out of shock. "You're trying to tell me that my entire life was a dream?"
"I'm sorry, Itachi, but there is no place called Konoha. We're in Tokyo and Sasuke-kun didn't attack you, you were injured in a car wreck. And I don't know what the Uchiha massacre, Akatsuki or Jinchuuriki are, but I've never heard of any of this before and I've known you since forever."
Toe-key-oh? What the hell kind of name was that? And what was a car wreck? I didn't understand any of this. A dream... no, that wasn't possible. She was screwing with my mind, that was the only possible answer. "You're going quite far for a few answers about the Akatsuki, Haruno."
Haruno sighed. "Alright. Well, your external wounds have, mostly, healed, so I guess we'll have to work on that Amnesia." She smirked. "Be prepared for a reality check, Uchiha."
I glared at her and she only smirked wider. If I had disliked this woman before, I despised her now.
A/N: =.= Please don't flame me...
