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Chapter 6- Familiar Lies
*Chi's P.O.V.*
When I woke the next day-I guess. There is no way to tell the time here in the "room"- I, like mother had taught me, made my bed. Then moved to do my morning stretches I normally do with father. I wonder if he is thinking of me and Mother? I grasped the cool, metal necklace around my neck.
"Mother . . ." I wish she was still here. Why did she have to visit . . . What was his name? Uncle . . . .it started with an M . . .OH! I know his last name is Uchiha . . .I met him, he had long hair and a weird . . .evil looking smirk. . .BUT WHAT WAS HIS NAME! This is going to bother me ALL day now!
I changed from my black pajamas to the black dress Auntie Mikoto gave me. It had the Uchiha fan and blood red shorts underneath.
"What to do now . . ." I looked around my "room". It had all my stuff from my old room. And I realized:
I'M BORED!
I looked over the doors in my "room" again. That's when I finally noticed the small scroll at the foot of the door leading to the secret hallways. I deemed it necessary for me to find out what was in it. I walked over to the scroll, sat down then stared at it.
DUH! I'm a ninja, a jonin at that! I couldn't just OPEN it! What if it's a trap. I can't even move it. Touching might be the trigger to the jutsu placed on it. I looked closely at it to find my name written elegantly across it. The hand writing . Whose was it? I ran the list of hand writings I knew to this one.-Itachi got his Sharingan at eight but I'm six . . .is it normal to get it at five years old?- I had seen that hand writing before. When I went to see that Uncle. . .I'm just going to call him Uncle M. I still can't recall his name.
Why was a scroll written in his hand in my "room"? I thought only father, Auntie, Uncle, and Itachi knew I was here. . .
My hand ached to pick it up. I'm six, when I'm told not to touch I HAVE to touch. But I am also a kunoichi. So I just end up glaring at it. My "room" became silent. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the dust swirl around in the golden sunlight that poured in through my small window. I kept a keen ear on the rest of the house.
Did Auntie and Uncle leave? Are my cousins gone? I didn't seem to hear anything. My eyes shifted to the door that posed as a wall on the other side . My stomach growled. I frowned at it.
"Ssssssh" I said looking at it. But it growled again anyway. Stupid hunger! I'm not moving! Defiance spread across my face. Then the image of my mother's breakfast cake flashed in my mind. And my stomach protested once more.
"NO!" I yelled at it. I looked over at the door diagonal to the one I was sitting at. I sighed and glanced back at the scroll.
"No use sitting here, doing nothing." I got up and crossed the room tot the other door leading to the secret hallways. My stomach rumbled in excitement. I sighed. I think I remember which door lead to the kitchen in the hall. If I could find it-which I would!-I'll shut my stomach up! And figure out how to deal with that scroll. I put my hand on the door and went to open it but stopped. Some one was watching me. I stayed facing the door, looking clam. My eyes slowly swept over what little of the "room" I could see.
"Are you going to say hi or what?" an aloft voice, very bored sounding, said from behind me. The voice sounded familiar.-A LOT of things seemed familiar today.- I slowly, cautiously, turned around to see a tall silver haired man sitting crossed legged at the small table in the middle of my "room." He was reading some book. I looked him up and down the noticed the food on the wooden table.
FOOD! My stomach growled, almost yelling at me for just standing there. The man heard it and smirked looking up from his book. Ninety-six percent of his face was covered in a mask. His one visible eye turned up in a frown, I could tell he was smiling. I looked over at the pictures on my night stand. The same man was in one of the photographs. My eyes grew big and I looked back at the man. My mouth was hanging open.
"KAKASHI-SAN!" I asked/yelled. The man put his book away to look sole at me. He pointed his hand at a seat on the floor parallel to him for me to sit. I sat like a good child. He unpacked the food, laughing a bit when my eyes must have been sparkling at the sight.
"It's like they don't feed you," he chuckled, "Yeah, I'm Kakashi. Surprised you remember me." I nodded stuffing my face. But then I thought of something.
"Kakashi-san, how can you be here it . . .aren't you on father's ANBU team?" I asked, eyeing suspiciously. More than before. I set the food down.
"Yes, I am." He said gravely.
"The how can you been here? Father's team is on a mission currently." Something was wrong. I felt it in my bones/ In my soul. "Kakashi's" eye turned up in a U again while scratching the back of his head laughing. I could tell he felt uncomfortable. I wasn't even using what my dad call the "Uchiha look"
This wasn't Kakashi-san. I remember when he and father hung out. He was nothing like this. I just stared at him until he opened his eye again.
When he saw the un-amused look on my face, his hand and smile slowly dropped. His expression changed to grave. That was more how he looked. But the really Kakashi had boredom in his face. We stared at each other for a while until he looked behind me at the scroll still on the floor. I peeked over my shoulder to look with him but refused to look completely away from him.
"You want to know what's in that scroll. Don't you." Neither of these were questions. I stared at him with a blank face.
"Who are you?" I asked narrowing my eye. The man looked at me and cracked up.
"So you figured it out." His body faded in to a different one. One with long hair and a larger build.
Uncle M.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" The man smirked at me. He got up and walked to the scroll. I turned my body to watch his every move. My body felt stiff . . .ridge. He bent down and picked up the scroll, fiddling with it in his hands before turning around to look at me.
"I'm glad to see you still remember me." He said in a smooth voice. He walked back to sit in front of me, placing the scroll in between us on the table. I glanced at it, hardly taking my eyes off my Uncle.
"Why are you here?" I asked in a brave tone. I don't know what fear is and I am not about to learn anytime soon. I guess what I did was amusing to Uncle M. Because his smirk-if possible-got even more wider. I had a bad feeling about him. He gave off bad vibes.
"Open it." He pushed the scroll to me.
"No." I said defiantly. He pouted a little bit then pushed it closet to me.
"Why not? Do you not trust me?" I kept glaring at him. I wasn't going to trust the man who took my mama away. I sat statue still. Just staring at him. Silence filled the empty space around us. Finally my Uncle let out a sigh after a few moments.
"Fine then I'll open it for you!" he reached out to pick it up. I sat as unmoving as before. But my curiosity was getting to me. At the last second I snatched it from under his large pale hand. The words: MINE! And DON'T TOUCH! came to mind. My hand moved quickly, opening it. I glanced at my Uncle. He had his arms folded over his chest smirking at me.
I braced myself for what ever attack would come but it didn't. Instead was a painting in the middle of the cloth of my mother. I felt my eyebrows squish together. I looked at my Uncle.
"What . . ." My question was cut off when the painting lifted off the cloth and sealed my mouth. My eyes grew wide at my Uncle who just watched as the painting bound my arms and legs faster then I could stand. 'GRRRR! I'M TRAINED SO STUFF LIKE THIS WOULDN'T GET TO ME!'
"Hmmm . . .I thought you'd put up more of a fight." he said, standing over me. I glared at him hoping just my stare would be enough to hurt him. I saw his eyes get big and he let out a chuckle.
"So you DO have the Sharingan!" He sounded some what proud. I could tell the commas in my eyes where spinning. Fast. My Uncle's eyes seemed very happy. They where laughing. Like the way Daddy's would before he did something the would get him in trouble with Mama. But his where different. Uncle's held the same look of hatred as Uncle Fugaku.
Uncle suddenly reached down to place his hand on my head. I quickly rolled away from him before he could. He blinked in surprise but swiftly recovered turning it in to a laugh.
"Much better Chi. Fighting back." He walked over to me again. My glare was all I had left and it did no damage to my Uncle. I was backed up against the wall with no where to go. 'What is he going to do?' I thought. He reached for the pressure point in my neck. It hurt. That was the pressure point used to knock people out. My vision blurred. 'OH NO! What'll happen now!'
"We are going on a little trip." I barely heard what he said.
'Itachi . . .please save me.'
