"You Bastard," Shoukin's vision blurred, the earth rolling before him as he struggled to his feet. Forcing the bile in his stomach to stay put, he walked away from the unconscious body of a, unlikely assassin, stumbling through the moon lit road. Blood dripped from his left arm, hanging useless and limp at his side as he groaned, pulling himself through the window in his room. Scrunching up his face, Shoukin rolled over on his right side and cluched his wounded arm tightly. He held in sobs as tears slipped between his lids, body shaking from the emotional and physical pain.
"H-how cou-could you do th-that, to me?" The words whispered were addressing the dead assassin, Shoukin bit his lip. "Y-you were my… I tr-trusted you!" His voice cracked at the final word, tears dripping freely as he allowed himself to drown in self hatred and pity.
His dreams were plagued by the events of the earlier day.
"Shoukin, we need to talk." Tsume Inazuka pulled his teammate into the forest, slit eyes filled with pain.
"What is it, Tsume, I need to meet with my brothers at the training field." Shoukin cocked his head to the side, staring at his best friend with mild curiosity. The boy was silent for a moment, his now full grown dog, Haimaru stood with her muzzle down.
"You have to get out of the village." Tsume stared directly into Shoukin's shocked black eyes, scowling deeply as there was no reply. Tsume moved forward, gripping Shoukin's arms tightly, fingers leaving bruises in the pale skin. "Shoukin, you've got to listen to me, your not safe here anymore and.."
"I was never safe here, Tsume. I'm an Uchiha, the son of the hated Sasuke Uchiha and the heir to a deceased and despised clan. Safe is a foreign feeling for me, I haven't been safe since I was a naïve little boy running though the market." Shoukin winced as Tsume's grip tightened, slit eyes glaring fiercely.
"No, no" Tsume growled, "I mean you're a dead man walking. The entire village, everyone wants you dead, Shoukin. You, not your father or your siblings, just you."
"I can take care of myself, I'm the youngest Jonnin in almost twenty years." Shoukin flashed him a grin as Tsume snapped his head up, backing away from Shoukin slowly. "Besides, you don't want me dead, right Tsume?" When the boy hung his head, Shoukin's body began to shake, "You don't want me dead, right Tsume?"
"Get out of the village, Shoukin. Please, just get out." Tsume vanished, leaving Shoukin alone in the middle of the secluded forest. Breathing in deeply, Shoukin held in his feeling, trying to fully grasp what was said to him. Did Tsume want him dead? If so why did he warn him? Why not kill him now, while Shoukin had his guard down? What was going on?
A kunai zipped past his head, slicing the skin of his cheek before burrowing the end in a tree, a busty figure appearing in the shadows. Pulling out his own kunai, Shoukin glared at his attacker with weary red eyes, almost dropping his weapon when the women stepped into the light. Hiroko Saratobi, the daughter of Kurenai and Asuma stood across from him, heavily armed in Anbu gear she stared back at him, cold, inscrutable, uncaring. Then she attacked, managing to stab him in the arm deeply while the shock of fighting his sensei slowly wore off. He finally killed her, Gen Jutsu then a swift stab between the chest.
Shoukin sobbed quietly, whimpering when Sasuke pulled him into his lap, cradeling him against his chest, whispering apologies in his ear.
Shoukin awoke his Mangekyou that night, three red spades meeting in the middle against a black background.
Sad sad chapter, trying to see if I can finish this story by the end of the day so I can win the bet, wish me luck and you guys are going to get like a bunch of updates, so check in often. Review! Oh and Hiroko was Shoukin's gennin sensei and that's why he awoke his Mangekyou when he killed her because she was precious to him.