I know its short but, its better than nothing. My computer decided that it didn't want to run startups anymore so I have to get a new one. Thank God for college and free access to computers and the internet.


Consequences of the Unknown Truth ch.9


I walked into the Hokage's office with my head held high and fire in my eyes. My violet orbs blazed as I reigned in my fury. Sarutobi-sama was seated at his desk with a scroll rolled out in front of him. His desk was fairly neat with but a stack of scrolls on the left side and a cup of tea on the right. All across the floor behind the desk were stacks of reports and mission requests. He looked up briefly at me as I closed the door behind me, gestured to a seat in front of him and invited me to sit. I sunk into the chair gratefully and relaxed, knowing no one would judge me here. I rested while waiting for him to finish reading the scroll. The pain in my cheek finally registered and I raised my hand, glowing green with chakra, to it. The warm and tingling sensation felt much better than the brutal stinging I had been enduring previously. With my cheek healed my thoughts focused on the new pain in my feet, I would have to soak them when I got home, for my abdomen was already swollen enough that I could not reach. I looked up in just enough time to see Sarutobi-sama roll up the scroll and add it to the stack on the left side of his desk. He took a sip of his tea before addressing me.

"Aiko-san," he began.

"Ohayou Sarutobi-sama," I greeted.

"How have you been," he inquired.

"As well as I can be given the circumstances."

He made a small noise of comprehension and continued, "And how is Sasuke?"

"He has been getting increasingly worse. I am trying my hardest to reach him but, he just can't get past Itachi's betrayal. He is becoming obsessed with getting revenge; it's his only purpose right now. I can't begin to fathom the reason that he can't try and move on. He spends hours after class at the training grounds. He constantly practices and when he gets home he holes himself up in his room reading scrolls on jutsu, only coming out to eat." I sighed, "I don't know what to do anymore."

"He's just a child Aiko-san, give him some time to adjust to all the changes in his life."

"That's exactly my point, he's a child, He should be out playing with friends, making a little mischief, living! It's been three months, he's not grieving, he's turning his grief into anger and hatred. What can I do?"

"How about sending him to a psychiatrist for a couple of months, give him someone to talk to who isn't biased about the situation," he suggested.

"And who would that be Sarutobi-sama, I just got assaulted by a woman in street on my way here. I had never seen her before in my life, but because everyone seems to know I'm carrying Itachi's children, it's suddenly acceptable to strike a stranger in the street. Who doesn't have an opinion on it, who isn't biased? Everyone is because the Uchiha's were such a prominent force in our village, there is no way you could find someone who isn't prejudiced."

"I'll see what I can do, in the meantime, please go about your day as usual. I will contact you if I find something. You have an appointment with Tsunade, do you not," he asked.

"Hai," I said as I grasped the back of the chair for support and stood up. I bowed as well as I could, thanked him and left the tower, headed in the direction of the Hospital.


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