Chapter 8

Beginning

"Kami No Kagayaki. You blew up everything within a one hundred and fifty mile radius. It's something the heaven's grant to your clan once a member has demonstrated certain requirements."

"But what kind of requirements?" He remained silent. Asshole. I turned around.

"It varies on the person." Even his voice was a brick wall. He didn't talk anymore than he had to nor did he convey any feelings in those few words. It sucked. "Your childhood. What was it like?" I stiffened. No one had ever talked to me about it before. Never.

"I was rejected. I was considered the demon child since my pendant turned black. My parents were the only ones who didn't mind. My mother just taught me as she would teach any other child. My father stood up for me when the elder's told me to get out of the village. But, since refusing to leave, we were then banished from the village. Upon the night of the leave however, someone had an accident and died. I had only smelled the blood. Everything is hazy from there. All I remember is my pendant giving off an odd glow, and next thing I knew I was standing in the middle of the town, everyone dead around me. I guessed that I killed them after walking around, but I couldn't find my parents. They had abandoned me after seeing what I did." I turned back to Itachi.

Amazing. I just told him the entire story of the massacre and how I killed everyone without meaning to and there he was all high and mighty, not one thing changed about his facial expression.

"Why the hell don't you show any damn emotion! Did you have a shitty past? Did your parents abandon you? DID YOU BECOME AN UNCONTROLLABLE BLOOD THIRSTY KILLER!" I shoved my face in his, my anger rising.

"As an order from my village I went through my entire village killing my entire clan. I could not bring myself to draw my sword upon my brother, so I told him lies. I told him I killed the clan to test my strength and that killing him was a waste of time because I knew it was only way he would grow and get stronger. I told him to hate me and despise me and one day, when the time was right, fight me to the death. I am waiting for my death by the hands of my own brother." I then did something I hadn't done in a long time.

A tear came out my eye. I turned away from Itachi hiding my weakness. I punched the wall nearly collapsing the shelter.

"Fuck." I spit out. I could feel his eyes on my back. "Quit staring at me. After all it was you who put the damn claim on my head! It was you who wanted to kill me!"

"I protected you."

"WHY!" I screamed at him. He was silent. "You know what, fine. Go have a nice life. Uchiha Itachi, I give up." I kicked a hole in the shelter, storming out. He grabbed my wrist tightly. "What the hell do you want."

"You have nowhere to go."

"That's what you think!" I tugged my arm. He didn't move.

"They would have killed you."

"What the hell are you talking about Uchiha!" I glared at him. He pulled me back into the shelter. Roughly. I rubbed my sore wrist.

"The Akatuski would have killed you should they have found out. That's why I put the claim on your head." I stared at Itachi. How did he know this? Wasn't I supposed to know this?