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Darkness.
Nothing but pure, raw darkness.
I could see it's grim, sharp, greedy claws reaching out for me, capturing me in it's deadly grip.
It squeezed, and corrupted within my mind.
I saw a life flash before my eyes.
Exiting the mother's womb, from the first time she held her. Her eyes were filled with such warmth and care, and there stood the father, in the shadows. Disdain and disappointment clear in his eyes. And not to far, stood a boy with shoulder-length raven locks, his large dark eyes looking eagerly at the bundle.
He smiled.
The infant smiled in her sleep.
heartbeat..heartbeat...
The little girl is barely stumbling her way through life.
The little boy watches, leaning up against a tree, a soft, content smile on his face. Love, the unconditional love, shines in his orbs. Along with a different one...
She laughs, chasing a butterfly. Her long raven hair, tied in two high pigtails, flies through the wind, innocently tossing her hair back. The butterfly flutters, it's beautiful wings dancing through the wind.
The butterfly lands on the boys' shoulder. The little girl trips, but small, yet so very strong arms envelop her.
His eyes are warm, like the sun.
Her eyes fill with tears, but one simple thing wipes them all away.
Poke.
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Another child comes.
The little girl watches with envy as the little boy pokes at the baby's cheeks. The love is new, fresher in his eyes. She's sad.
Loneliness watches over her.
She hates her Otouto.
Tears fill her eyes, and this time, no one's there to wipe them away.
heartbeat...
It's midnight.
He knows that everyone's asleep, not a peep throughout the house.
He knows what he's about to do, will leave a imprint on his mind forever.
He knows his darling little sister wouldn't tell a soul.
He knows that it is completely wrong, forbidden in the clan's books. That it was sick, the way he had began to feel about his little sister.
But he doesn't care.
It was a feeling, an urge, an ache. It began to cloud his mind, his every thought. It was a lust for something, a desire for something he couldn't completely comprehend. The rain pelts softly outside, as he sneaks into his sister's bedroom.
He locks the door, just in case someone were to walk in.
He sees her; the moonlight shines through the window onto her, highlighting her soft, beautiful features. Her long raven locks are sprawled across the pillow, and he watches her petite, small figure outlined through her blankets.
He quietly makes his way over to the bed. He lifts the cover, crawling in the bed besides her. He smiles when he sees that she's wearing a small, short nightgown. Perfect. Her small arms are possessively holding a stuffed weasel, something he had gotten for her at a festival not to long ago.
His cold hand touches her warmth and electricity sparks through his veins. He feels excited.
He runs his hands along her arm, feeling the goosebumps that brushed across her skin. His hands travel down to her sides, to her thighs. He rubs the smooth, soft pale skin, and he moves her blue silk nightgown, lifting it to above her hips. Her panties are pink, with little pandas decorating it. His fingers press against her inner thigh, and suddenly the little girl jumps.
Her large, round doe eyes are alarmed as she looks up at her brother with surprise.
"W-what are you doing, Itachi-nii?" Her voice is raspy with sleep, but soft with the childhood innocence she had. And it only grew worse.
He moves on top of her, gently laying his small body on her even smaller one, which startles her. She moves to make a surprised cry, but Itachi places a finger over her lips, shushing her.
"Shhhh...silence Imouto. I want to try something, okay? Will you let me?" She's a good little girl. She knows when to obey her brother. So like an obedient little puppy, she nods her head.
He smiles. "Good girl." His fingers graze across the waistband of her panties, as he hooks his thumbs beneath the silk. He then slowly pulls the panties down, stopping at her knees. The little girl's eyes are large and round. What was he doing?
His hands travel down to her inner thigh, running his fingers against the smooth skin. When his hands brush the most sacred place on her body, she lets out a squeal. Her face is pink and she squirms to get away from the forbidden embrace. Itachi silences her, gently placing his lips on hers. When he rests two of his fingers on her lower lips, she gasps within the kiss and bucks her hips against his fingers.
His finger slips inside and she squeals again.
And from that moment on, she's wrapped around his finger.
heartbeat...heartbeat
It's become a routine now.
She didn't enjoy it, but she couldn't let her beloved Aniki know that. He seems to enjoy what he did to her. And like his obedient little pet she was, she obeys his every command. When he told her to touch him, she touched him. When he wanted to be inside of her mouth, she opened it as wide as she could.
She knows it's wrong, but she likes the way Itachi looked, the way his cheeks would turn pink and how he would shut his eyes together and gasp and moan as her warm mouth would take him. His pleasure was her pleasure in a way...
But with her innocence, came ignorance.
All of which she lost.
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She's slipping away; she hasn't even realized it. Maybe it's when she notices how darker the world suddenly seems. The sun seems duller. It doesn't shine the way it used to. The skies are always gray. It swallows the world in blackness.
Blank faces, no faces. They're everywhere.
She sees him. He's dressed in white, and it contrasts strongly against all of this black. His long, dark hair flutters around him, and tangles with the wind. She screams.
He turns.
There's blood on his mouth.
He smiles.
He starts laughing, and runs away, shouting the promises of 'I'll see you again!" he disappears, the darkness swallowing his bright figure whole.
Suddenly, her breath feels short. She can't breath!
She looks down. Water.
It's rising up so quickly, she screams and cries, hoping for those nameless, blank, empty faces to see her, to vanquish this darkness and hold her hand. They all leave, walking towards the growing dim light. Leaving her behind.
Laughter. Laughter is everywhere, and it's swallowing her whole. It's the laughter one would hear when little girls would talk and joke with friends, and would run about the sun, free with their summer dresses fluttering in the wind, their heads thrown back, their hair spilling out as they ran down the steep, high green hill in the meadow.
The water is black. She sees a face. Those large, orbs of endless gray. He's smiling too. His eyes are bleeding. He reaches his hands out for her, the look of concern shines through his bleeding irises. Finally, She thinks. Their hands draw closer, closer, closer, so close...The moment they touch he's reduced to ashes.
She's dying; her pain is finally catching up to her. Her insides are burning, her stomach is clenching, her eyes are on fire.
She's falling. Water drips down her face.
She can't feel anything, and she's falling faster and faster...she's free. She smiles, giggles escaping her bloodied lips. The wind kisses them, and it almost feels real.
The kick inside
It all goes white.
Beep...beep...
"Oi! Mimura-san, she's waking up!"
Beep...beep
"Alert the doctors!" A deep voice sounds, and faintly I feel a light hand press against my forehead, then my pulse. A cold, wet rag was placed on my burning head. But I felt so hot. Everything was on fire. Everything burned.
"Her pulse is quickening!" A rough, calloused hand grasped mine. "Squeeze my hand if you can hear me, Akemi-san!" With the little strength I had, I squeezed and squeezed. I didn't feel the needle that was injected into me. Feeling slowly started to return to my body.
My eyelids fluttered.
"Her eyes are opening!"
"Okay Akemi-san, breath in and out..."
"Easy now..."
My scrunched eyes slowly flickered open. Everything was blurred and white, I couldn't see a thing. All I could see was white;was I dead?
"Akemi-san!" A soft voice echoed in my ears, and I suddenly realized I was not alone. I looked to see the faces of doctors and nurses, all of them staring into my face, worry and relief spread across their features. They looked so blurry, so fake. Was this real? Was this another trick?
Where am I?
I must've said that out loud, because a kindly, young, blond nurse softly grasped my wrist, a sad smile. "You're in the hospital, Akemi-san. You've been out for a week."
A week? What happened before that? Why was I in here?
I looked into their eyes.
I saw a flash.
Blood. Bodies. Tears. Pain. Mother.
Aniki...
I felt heat in my stomach. And it wasn't because of the sick feeling I was atone to feeling. It grew, and it burned and burned until I felt my entire body shake with heat. It was fury.
I was angry.
This fire was burning within me, and I needed to let it out. I was angry,at everyone and everything. I wanted to find Itachi and shove a kunai in his throat. I wanted to burn something, burn everything with the reminiscent of my family, of Itachi. Every picture, every momentum, I wanted to find what was left of the Uchiha compound and burn it to the ground.
I could feel warm blood drip from my skin as my nails dug into the palm of my hand. I was angry. So, so angry. But my broken heart contradicted these suffocating feelings I had grown accustomed to.
A soft hand grasped my wrist. I looked and saw the warm, brown eyes of the blond nurse. "Oi, Akemi-chan. Please don't put too much pressure on yourself. You just woke up from a coma, and the signals in your body are-"
"Let me go."
It grew quiet, as a voice I didn't recognized lowly whispered a demand. It was far too deep, too emotionless, yet angry to belong to me. The doctors themselves seemed shocked by my demand, as the male doctor spoke up.
"Akemi-san, it's too early to release you, and we've-"
"Let me go!" My voice rang throughout the room, reducing it to silence. My black hair fell above my face, shielding it from the world. My form was shaking, tears formed in my eyes, only this time I refused to let them fall. No more.
No more.
No more would I be weak. No more would I be walked all over on. No more would I allow my heart to be a toy, to be tossed to the side and be treated as nothing. I needed to get stronger.
I would get stronger.
Because I had nothing to hold me back now.
The doctors had refused to let me go, no matter how much I demanded it.
I kicked, and screamed, seemingly gaining all my energy and strength back. The doctors struggled to hold me down and force me to take a drug to get me to sleep. I rested on the bed, feeling nothing and numbness.
Mother and father were dead.
Itachi was gone.
I had no idea where Sasuke was.
But I didn't care.
The empty room soon become bright as the door slowly opened. A long white robe swished back and forth, as the third Hokage entered the room. His eyes rested on me and a grim expression appeared on his face.
He walked over and sat down in a chair next to my hospital bed. He takes my numb hand which hangs off the bed and squeezes it gently. I numbly gaze at him from the corner of my eye.
"Kon'nichiwa, Akemi-san. How do you feel?"
Nothing.
He squeezed my hand again. "The doctors told me about the little episode you had earlier. You wish to leave?"
This time, I turned to him. My voice were as empty as I felt. "I want to go home."
His eyes grew grim once more. "Akemi-san...there's really no other way to put this but-"
"I know." I cut him off, and he seemed shocked. "They're dead."
Silence.
"Your brother, Uchiha Sasuke was the only one they found alive."
Figures. Of course Itachi would never do anything to precious little Sasuke. I must have said that out loud, for the third raised a questioning eyebrow at me. I ignored it.
He spoke up again. "If there's anybody you'd like to talk to about this..."
I turned to him, not even feeling the smile I wore. "I'm fine, Hokage-sama. They're dead. There's nothing I can do about that. But honestly, I can't really find it in myself to care. Death happens, people die, people suffer. I'm used to it."
He blinked at me, appalled. If I hadn't been so empty, I would've been shocked at my own words as well. But I didn't care. Maybe it's a good thing that they're all dead. Maybe it's a good thing Aniki is gone. At least I'll never have to see Itsumi's annoying face again. Or see mother's fake smile. I was honestly relieved that father was gone.
He then sighed, brushing it off. "I'm willing to release you today. But I need you to come back in for some checkups. The doctors noticed...some things." I didn't know what those things were, but it didn't bother me.
I brought my arm up and stared at the bandages that covered my scars. I was disappointed. They were beautiful to look at.
"The Uchiha compound is...under reconstruction. But I've assigned you to a little apartment not to far from my tower. It's already paid for and everything, but if you ever need anything, don't be scared to ask me." He offered me a smile. A forced smile. With that, he left.
Soon after, the doctors unhooked me from the machines and gave me a fresh pair of clothes.
They avoided my eyes the entire time.
I saw a familiar head of white hair waiting by the doors of the hospital.
When I walked up to him, Kakashi pulled his head from his book and gave me a nod in greeting. I followed him without a word as he led me to my apartment. It wasn't a long way from the Hokage tower. It was a comfy, two bedroom, bathroom apartment with a den and kitchen.
"You'll find everything you need." He lazily flipped a page of the book. "The Hokage has set up a check up appointment for you next week. I'm going to accompany you."
I nodded. "Hai."
I moved to go to the bedroom, when he grabbed my wrist. I jumped back and he put a hand up in surrender. "I'm not going to harm you, Akemi-san. There's just some things I need to know."
I sat on the couch as he sat on the seat away from me. It was silent until he spoke up.
"Did you notice anything...different about your brother before...?" He purposely left the rest out. Not that it would affect me in any way.
I shrugged. "I guess. Itachi was never upfront about his emotions, Kakashi-san. He was a lot more angrier, that's for sure."
"How so?" He inquired.
"When he would..." I bit my tongue before I let it slip. Nobody needed to know. I didn't need anybody else looking down on me. I didn't want pity. "The way he would act. He got into fights with father, he ignored Sasuke..."
"And what about you?" He pushed on. I had to watch what I said around Kakashi. He had those eyes where he simply knew without having to tell him anything.
I shrugged. "I was never really important to him, really. He never cared about me. I was just a toy for his own sick amusement."
Kakashi's eyes narrowed suspiciously. " And what do you mean by that?"
"I mean exactly what I said. He never loved me, he never cared about me. I was nothing but a toy, a target. He could've had anything he wanted, I would've done anything for him, yet he took everything away from me."
He seemed to know what I was talking about." What did he take away?"
"My innocence."
Kakashi's eyes were wide, with shock. He blinked at me, registering the words into his mind. He struggled with the next words. "You mean he...Itachi raped you?" He asked. My silence was the only answer he needed.
He stared at me, in disbelief. I knew what he was thinking. Uchiha Itachi? The prodigy of prodigies? The quiet, gentle Uchiha do something so...disgusting and vulgar? Or am I making this up?
"Akemi-san..."
I looked up at him, smiling. Suddenly I began to laugh. "It's not that big of a deal, Kakashi-san. It was all a game to him, really. I remember a month after it all started, I ran away from home. I didn't know what I was thinking, Itachi was on a mission and I thought I was free. Father didn't want me, mother was busy with Sasuke so it's not like anyone would've noticed. But not even an hour later did he find me. He dragged me to an abandoned, isolated cabin in the forest and punished me. No one heard my screams."
I was shaking, giggling hysterically. "I told him over and over again how sorry I was, but you know what he said? You're a bad little girl, Imouto. When bad girls do bad things they get punished. He said that I was pathetic and stupid for trying to run away from him. That no matter what I do, where I am, that I'll always belong to him. He'll always in my nightmares even when he's dead and gone. When we got back home that night, he explained to mother the reason why I was limping and had blood on my legs was because I had tripped on a steep rock."
My nails had dug so deep into my palms, the whiteness was turning red. I could feel the blood rushing out, a river stream of red.
It was a beautiful sight, seeing blood. Maybe that was why Itachi killed everyone. I remember he once told me, blood was the symbol of freedom. When I would scrape off my skin until it bled dry, I was free. Because nobody else could control that pain. I was in control of it all, nobody could make me bleed the way I could.
"Akemi, why haven't you told anybody this before?" Kakashi demanded, a harsher look in his eyes.
I scoffed. "Who would've believed me? Itachi was the star child of the clan. He was father's pride. Sasuke was too busy worshiping the ground he walked on to notice me, and mother's walls were up so much that she would smile when she was obviously broken. Nobody would've listened."
"What about Shisui? Did he know?"
It struck me numb when Shisui was mentioned. But he was in the past now. I needed to move on into the future. "He's gone. He was there, I was happy. But I knew it was too good to be true. Because like everybody else, he left me."
I turned to face the window, as Kakashi collects his thoughts in silence. The sky was illuminated in thick, gray, wet clouds. Why did the sun cease to shine in Konoha anymore? Would it fill the atmosphere with irony?
"The truth is, Kakashi-san, I'm just a selfish little girl. I always was. I was always so attached to Itachi, I wanted nobody else to have him. I wanted to have Itachi all to myself, I even went as far as resenting otouto. I hated him because he was the one who received his pure love, his attention and affection. I was left alone in the shadows, he only paid attention to me when I was in his bed. He had my body, heart, and soul and he threw me away like I was trash. The only one who he truly loved and regretted hurting was Sasuke."
Kakashi couldn't seem to come up with the right words to say. "Akemi-san...don't put yourself down that way...I'm sure you were just as important to Itachi as-"
"Please don't lie to yourself to protect my feelings, Kakashi-san." I stopped him from spitting nonsense. "That doesn't really matter to me now. Itachi might as well be dead, because that's what he is to me now."
From the darkening of the gray sky, I could tell nightfall was approaching.
Kakashi sighed, preparing to head towards the door. "Okay Akemi-san, whatever you say. Oyasumi." With those parting words, he left into the night.
I went into one of the bedrooms, suddenly feeling very tired. The bed was soft, softer than anything I had ever felt.
It wasn't to hard to fall asleep then.
Dreamless.
I had no dreams the next few days.
Just a void of nothingness, a space of pure darkness as I would drift off into slumber. It didn't really bother me though. Why have dreams when I'm so used to a nightmare. Dreams are just a perception of what we could never have.
Whispers.
That's all I would hear whenever I walked the streets of Konoha. The lively places would grow quiet when I would go by. Children flinched away from me, people stared, people whispered. The news of the Uchiha slaughter had spread throughout the village already. Wouldn't surprise me if Suna knew.
Some were pitiful, some were filled with confusion, some with judgement.
Judgement.
That was something that really angered me about Konoha. They were so quick to pass judgement on anything and everyone before they even knew the whole story. They judged what they didn't understand. I wish they would just keep their mouth shut. They were blind, their judgement was poor. Here they were calling Uzumaki Naruto a demon child, a monster, when they knew nothing about how sweet and bright he was. Dim-witted at times, but very smart. He had potential to bring glory to this village.
But nobody believed in him to tell him that.
But I couldn't let that get to me. I didn't want their pity. I didn't want to be seen as a weak little girl who couldn't do anything for herself. Death had registered into my brain at an early age. People die. I'm gonna die someday, Sasuke's gonna die, Naruto's gonna die, Kakashi's gonna die. Everybody dies. By sleep, by fire. By slaughter.
It made no difference.
Kakashi had been keeping tabs on me. I'd call it stalking, but he didn't actually follow me around to where I could see him. One thing Tobi-sensei had taught me that I got was to sense Chakra. I could tell when he was around. I had asked why, he told me that he wanted to make sure if I was okay.
A lot of people had been doing that. Some old friends of my mother had came, expressing to me their remorse for my situation. They bared me with gifts such as baskets with fruit, cakes, candies, and other food. Miyumi and Ayame came to my new apartment and slept over for a night. Miyumi brought ice cream, Ayame brought ramen and they took me to a movie.
The first week, nobody leaves you alone. They constantly see if you're still alive and breathing, not trusting you to be alone by yourself. The second week, it goes down to 'Are you okay?' Then slowly, it only ends up getting glances of worry.
Sasuke was still in a coma. It looked like Itachi had done some damage to him, which shocked me.
It got to a point where I didn't bother going to the village anymore. I was sick of their glances, it felt as if they were burning holes into my body with their piercing stares.
Kakashi came a week later, and he ended up having to drag me to my appointment the Third has arranged. I didn't want to go, I had not been feeling well that morning, having spent it with my head in the toilet.
But there I sat, in one of the hospital gowns the medic nin gave me as Kakashi has his head buried in a book. The medic-nin seemed nice, but she looked uncomfortable as she scanned my body. She winced whenever she would come across a scar or a bruise.
She placed bandages on my wounds, gave me medicine before allowing to put my clothes on. I was glad to get out of there. The room reeked of medicine.
"Am I well?" I attempted to make conversation.
She looked up and smiled at me. "Hai. The scars on your arms were pretty deep we had to use a special ointment and-"
I had began to tune her out. I didn't want a lecture, I wanted to go home and get ready to train with Tobi-sensei. He had been away for awhile, but he was back now. He said his training was about to become far more extreme.
"-There was also multiple bruises on your thighs, especially your inner thighs-"
I could see Kakashi peeking from his book, an eyebrow raised in interest. I got his attention, he had his face buried in that all day. Now he was listening. It wasn't like it was anything important though.
But her next words made my heart stop, my breath caught in my throat as my world froze. Kakashi's book fell from his hand.
"-And besides amount of blood you loss, you're completely fine. Both you and your baby."
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