With the Uchihas.
But I also knew I was leaving at the right time. I looked back at Itachi. I couldn't imagine the pain he had to be in. Tonight...was going to be tramatic. Not only for Itachi, but for Sasuke as well.
I felt empty as I remember Itachi told me he was going to lie to Sasuke and tell him that I was killed along with the other Uchihas.
Sasuke...
This time the tears couldn't be stopped. I bit my lip hard, making it bleed. I didn't want to be vulnerable, weak. I wanted to be able to ignore pain. I wanted to have a killing intent. I would need it for when I would try to assassinate Danzo. If I ever got the chance.
"Reya..." Itachi whispered as he kneeled down so that he was closer to my height.
"I don't need your sympathy. You need mine," I whispered before turning my back on him. I nodded to Kisame, telling him I was ready to leave.
I heard Itachi getting up. Before I even took a step, his hands grasped my shoulders and his lips brushed the top of my head. "Be careful," he whispered.
"I know," I said, gently pulling off his hands. I turned and looked at him in the eye. "You too."
As I walked away, I felt his hand touch my hair one last time.
--
"You don't look that dangerous," Kisame commented with a smirk. "You're tiny."
"Or maybe you're drastically tall," I replied, then sighed. "It must be nice to be able to look down on those who you hate."
Kisame laughed. "And who would they be?"
I shrugged. I never truly hated anybody...except for a few select people (Madara, Danzo), but I would never be able to say anything about them. Especially to Kisame.
"You won't gain enemies until you're older," Kisame said seriously, "And I somehow have this gut feeling that you're going to be 'the one to beat.'"
I raised an eyebrow. "Are you calling me a prodigy?"
Kisame smiled, showing all of his shark-like teeth. "You have this...aura."
"Aura...seriously?"
Kisame ignored my comment. "It's sort of deadly. It reminds me of Itachi."
"He was my sensei."
"That might explain it." He hesitated. "Do you....happen to have Sharingan?"
I narrowed my eyes. Someone had to have set him up to ask me that. "No," I flawlessy lied.
He didn't say anymore after that. It was almost like he didn't need to say anymore. He had asked me the question, got a believable answer. Mission done.
I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Did everyone in Kirigakure expect me to have Sharingan?
--
The Village of Kirigakure was unstable. The people watched me with paranoid eyes.
I bit my lip and looked up at Kisame. "I'm not offending them in anyway, am I?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "Zabuza had recently tried to assassinate the Mizukage. Everyone's just trying to be catious."
"...Where am I going to live?"
Kisame grinned. "Apparently the Mizukage has an extra room. You're awfully spoiled for being an outsider. He normally doesn't take anyone in."
I started to feel naseated. "Any other offers? I don't know if I would feel comfortable living with the Mizukage. I would be first to blame if the Mizukage was killed."
"Never thought about it that way. I guess there's an orphanage-"
"-Bring me there," I ordered. An orphanage meant people around my age. People I could try to relate to.
I stopped in my tracks as my vision became blurry.
I saw blood, a blade...and Itachi.
The massacre of the Uchihas was happening right now. Somehow I was witnessing it, almost as if it was an out-of-body experience.
The pain hit me. The pain of all the Uchihas dieing.
I started screaming.
--
"What do you mean the Mizukage is missing? He couldn't have just vanished!"
"What about the girl? She has Sharingan, it's obvious she's Uchiha. What do we do with her?"
"Keep her a secret. If we train her as a swordsmen nobody will suspect a thing. We need to concentrate on finding the Mizukage..."
I finally decided to open my eyes. I hated how they talked about me like I wasn't there.
"Reya," Kisame said as he noticed my consciousness.
There were two others -- both medics, the ones who had been arguing. They looked at me. One of the medics stepped towards me. "Do you remember anything?" he asked.
"I..." I thought for a little bit. "I started seeing these weird visions--I can't remember of what--but then this pain attacked me and I passed out." The more vague, the better.
"Did you know your Sharingan was activated during this time?"
"No," I honestly answered. "Do you suspect it had to do with the visions I saw?"
"Well...maybe. Your Sharingan is very different from any other we've ever seen."
With that, there was nothing else to say. Both medics left, leaving just Kisame and me.
"You told me you didn't have sharingan," Kisame said.
I raised an eyebrow. "Did you really expect me to answer that question truthfully?"
"...I suppose not. It seems you're cunning, even at your young age. You're going to be a handful for whoever has to train you."
"Which is why I'm going to request you to be my sensei," I said. "You already know my secret."
Kisame smirked. "That you dream about someone named Sasuke?"
I felt my cheeks growing red with embarassment. I guess I really do talk in my sleep after all. "You know, I don't even know if he's alive or not. You should give me a break from your bullshit."
Kisame's smirk turned into a brimming grin. "I think we're going to get along just fine, Reya."