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I turned away and kept walking to my room as if nothing happened.
"That's absurd, what would give you such an idea?"
I forced a laugh out and was about to reach my door, when he grabbed me slamming me against the wall with both of my wrist pinned.
"It's not that you are a terrible liar, it's the fact you are hiding something." He said looking directly in my eyes. Itachi's crimson ones seem to strip away the hardening layers I've built over years baring into my soul.
Yet, I couldn't look away. My eyes were wide in fear not by what he could do, but because he was telling the truth.
I closed them trying to sever the connection. "I…I don't know what you're talking about."
He lifted me off my feet still holding me by my wrist only to thrust me back against the wall.
"Why do you continue to lie?"
I shut my eyes tighter when I hit the wall, I could feel the pain gathering around the back in my head as I tried to keep myself calm.
"Why do you need to know?!" I shouted.
He leaned in closer and I did not fail to notice his ever tightening grip around my wrist.
"If you recall what our leader said, you are a prisoner in your own home. I believe I can interrogate the prisoner at will."
Fed up with his bad boy routine I turned my head and looked him dead in the eye.
"We all have things we would rather not bring up from our past Itachi. Unless you plan to expose your buried secrets, allow me to keep mine." I stated calmly.
His hands seemed to loosen a bit as he closed his eyes. There was a pause before he opened them slowly with hatred burning in them.
"You don't have that luxury…" he said icily. I could see his sharingan starting to change.
"Itachi DON'T!"
It was too late, lost in my conscience my mind began to reply the first 12 years of my miserable life.
A limo pulled up to an ally on a snowy October evening.
The door opened and a nine month pregnant women was forcefully pushed out the limo on to the cold white ground.
She held her stomach gingerly trying to protect its contents with her life as tears streamed down her face.
Three tall figures exited out the limo hovering around the women and her unborn child.
"You must carry out the orders; it's the women or your inheritance." Said the figure on the right.
"Think about what's at stake here?! Get rid of this whore and the bastard then be done with it." Spat the one on the left.
The man in the center pulled out his katana throwing the sheath on the ground.
Holding it with two hands he slowly walked over to the shivering women who was slowly dragging herself away form the three men.
"Makoto please! Don't destroy the happiness we had together!" she cried out to the man walking ominously towards her.
Her back finally reached a wall and bowed her head in defeat knowing she had nowhere to run.
"Forgive me… Sunako…" Makoto held up his katana at Sunako, she closed her eyes tight hearing the sound of steel cutting into flesh.
Warm liquid hit her cheek and she flinched. "Makoto! HOW DARE YOU BETRAY-!"
The man's words were silenced forever as Makoto's katana sliced through his carotidal artery.
Sunako opened her eyes slowly to see the two men who had accompanied Makoto were dead.
Their blood pooling out of their mouths and their wounds, staining the pure white snow to blood-red.
Makoto turned to his lover with dead eyes.
"Run Sunako."
She started to push herself off the wall in the slow place never taking her eyes off the dead bodies before her.
"NOW!" Makoto screamed.
Sunako gasp holding her stomach tightly as she ran into the dark ally, all alone with an unborn child ready to come into this world without her father…
Then it was two years later when Sunako had remarried only to take care of her young daughter, a young Hana was on the verge of death.
Her new step father hated her, loathed her, would spit on her face when she walked by.
He grabbed her hair one day pulling her to the bathroom.
Keeping a tight grip on her hair and jerking her head around the man filled the bathtub with water.
"What did I do wrong daddy?" A frightened Hana asked.
He didn't answer, the man just shoved Hana's small frame into the water holding her head under water.
Hana didn't understand what was going on.
Several times he left her under the water till she was out of breath.
When he pulled her out Hana barely had time to take a deep breath before he shoved her into the water again.
After an hour or show Hana had passed out on the floor confused and in shock.
The man kicked her on the ground and left.
Next were my school years and the horror this brought me.
I hated going to school, and I'm going to watch myself go through with it again…
An older version of Hana appeared in her first grade class, today was music one of her favorite lessons.
While in music almost all of her classmates started to pick on her.
She tried to defend herself but she wasn't good with comebacks.
Hana covered her ears trying to block out all the harsh words her classmates were saying to her but it was no good.
She ran out of music to her teachers room crying.
Her mind kept replaying their harsh words over and over.
How could they be so mean?! What did I ever do to them?!
This incident was such a big deal the principle of the school made everyone in Hana's class write at least one thing nice to her.
Scenes like this were playing inside my head till it reached my 4th stepfather.
Up till this point I was an observing my own unhappy life, yet now I was inside my body relieving this hellish nightmare once more that put me in this house.
Sunako's marriages were all complete failure, never seeming to fall in love with them.
These marriages where to keep Sunako and her child off the streets, even if these men were abusive to the both of them.
The 4th step father would beat Hana senseless every night… and he was never drunk.
The bastard wanted to remember when he beat the shit out of his step daughter.
No matter how many times Hana pleaded with her mother she would always ignore Hana's cry for help.
How could Sunako? She was half in denial, half pretending this didn't exist.
When he would degrade her in front of his friends, in their own home, out in public.
Sunako's mind had broken the day the man she loved force her into exile.
A maid who had fallen in love with the young lord of the house, and a taboo relationship that was kept under wraps till Sunako found out she was pregnant.
Makoto beg his father to marry her, to keep her here in the household, but keeping her would be a disgrace to the family.
Makoto was already engaged to a rival gang member's daughter, having Sunako and her child could upset the precious balance of the Awayuki and the Yamguchi's delicate thread of balance.
His father told him it was either get rid of the child and the mother or take their place.
Yet she never hated the man who abandoned her, she kept clinging to the idea that he would come rescue us.
I was only 12-year-old girl and all I wanted to see my father dead in the grounded rotting in HELL where he belonged.
One night after the bastard was done beating me I herd him unzip his pants.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you will NEVER forget…" he sneered down at me the lust in his eye.
He picked me up throwing me on the bed, spreading my legs apart. I gasp when I left something on my upper thigh.
In a panic a leaned forward biting his nose as hard as I could.
He screamed loudly taking a bottle smashing it against my head.
"You bitch…" he growled.
I tried my hardest to stay conscience. I picked up a piece of the broken glass and help it against my wrist.
"Don't come any closer or I'll do it…"
He smirked.
"You don't have the guts to do it Hana, now put it down." He said while taking a step closer to me.
I pushed myself further up the bed yelling at him. "STAY BACK!"
He lunged for me, and I swiped the sharp objected across my wrist.
The next thing I knew I was in the hospital looking over the damage that brute did to me.
That's when I saw him… My real father Makoto…
I always thought to myself that he was, 'No better than the man who did this. No better than the people who've hurt me over the years.'
The last vision was of Makoto and I riding the limo to my new home.
I bit my lip holding back a scream.
I've spent 12 years of my life debating whether if I should kill him or avoid him for the rest of my life and here he is.
He thinks he can just plu- "HANA!" Makoto yelled.
I snapped out of my inner monologue and slowly turned my head to him glaring.
He sighed clearly getting the hint I was not in the most talkative moods at the moment.
"You have to understand Hana…"
"Understand WHAT?! That you left mother to DIE in the snow with YOUR child?!" I couldn't hold myself back.
This man seriously thought that I would have sympathy for his situation?! He didn't say anything, just rolled up the window inside the limo so the driver couldn't hear us.
'Where does it end?!' I thought to myself in disgust.
With a expressionless face he turned to me and continued.
"It had to be done, my options where kill your mother or kill myself."
I snorted rolling my eyes at him.
"Way to be a man, I think I would have chosen option A. Such a life you've gave me FATHER."
I nearly spat at the word 'father'.
"12, JUST 12 and I have been involved with drugs, sex and murder. Tch, how do you like that? I guess I am your daughter after all."
I turned my head back to the window hoping this conversation would be over but I guess he didn't catch the hint this time.
"By sex you mean…?" Leaving his sentence unfinished worried that his daughter had been rape.
I smirk tilting my head in his direction.
"As much as I would LOVE to say I'm not a virgin to make you feel the slightest bit of a conscience and guilt, I was referring to… mother…" I whispered.
I had to turn my head away to fight the tears that were trying to fight their way to emerge.
"…I'm sorry for your pain…"
I looked over at him completely taken back, not by his overdue sympathy but because that was all he had to say.
"I don't know what's worse. You hid us from the world so my mother and I wouldn't bring you shame, or the man who did THIS to me." Shoving my arm in his face.
Angry red lines littered my arms alone with old scars.
He tried to reach out for my wrist but I quickly pulled it away returning to my little window.
His face seemed to turn from caring to lethal. "What happened?"
I sighed and mumbled under my breath. "Wouldn't you like to know…"
I tried to bury the memories, the bottle, the glass, him pushing the glass deeper…
"I would like to know" He said bluntly.
"Well thanks to you my mother had to sell her soul and body to some not very nice men. The prostitute Sunako and I thank you for everything."
He slapped me right across the cheek then grabbed my face forcing me to look at him.
"I have put up with that smart mouth of yours long enough. Do not repeat that word in my presence EVER again.
I can put a bullet into your skull right now and the driver wouldn't even blink an eye.
I am the lord of all crimes, even the Prime Minister fears me. You are my daughter, an Awayuki. So start acting like it."
Itachi was holding Hana by her shirt in the air while his genjutsu was taking it toll on her.
He released her from the jutsu and let her go.
Hana's body was sliding down slowly on the wall till it hit the floor in an unconscious heap.
The moment she looked into his eyes in shock, she was already in his jutsu.
For once he may have felt the slightest sense of… guilt? As he forced the girl to show and relive her… if you could even call it a childhood again.
Impossible.
He was Itachi Uchiha, never didn't feel any emotions whatsoever.
Maybe it was the fact she reminded him so much of his brother and himself.
A relative she hated in order to get stronger, and a sibling she protected by concealing the truth in a millions lies.
Itachi turned his head to Hana's door starting at it.
"Did you enjoy the show?" He asked to what it seemed to be like no one.
The door opened with a creek, and a low chuckle emanated from the dark room.
"Oh? So you knew I was watching?" A figure came out of the room, his orange mask still on but one sharingan was noticeable through the hole.
Itachi just stared at the man a bit longer before he turned around, and started to walk away from the trembling Hana.
"How cruel Itachi, you just plan to leave her here?" He asked walking over to her picking Hana up bridal style.
He kept walking down the hall as he said to no one in particular, "She seems to trust Tobi, maybe it's best for him to be her prison guard." And disappeared around the corner.
The man chuckled again carrying the limp body into the room setting her in the over sized bed.
"Well Awayuki Hana, it seems you have the Uchiha's respect…. And that peaks my interest…."
He traced his index finger from her stomach till he reached her head leaning closer to her.
"What's inside this little mind of yours to make Itachi gasp…? What secret does hold…?" He whispered in her ear.
The part with Hana and Makoto in the limo is what I had plan for chapter one but I was all like... naaaaaaah, surprise them later ;P
And holy shit did Tobi creep you guys out too or is that just me?o.0
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