Chapter 12
Distant memories
I opened my eyes. I stared up at a ceiling. My ceiling. My name was engraved in the top. It wasn't that big, but I knew it anywhere. I had signed it with a closed lotus flower. I created the indent when I was recreating the base. I don't' know why I did it. I just felt like it.
I smelt the strong thick scent of the incense I usually burned. Green tea. It works best for getting out the smell of blood.
I felt a mattress beneath my body and sheets covering me. Atop the sheets was a duvet. A black duvet, with another lotus flower in the middle. This was definitely my room.
"Holy crap what the hell did I do last night? God, it's like having a hangover and then getting drunk again." I sat up, but immediately felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. I put my hand on my sore head while trying to remember.
"I thought you were stronger than that." I turned sharply only to face Uchiha. Again.
"Fuck! What happened? And how? And you better not give me that stupid ass silent treatment or I'll bite your fucking head off!" Parts of the events that happened while I was still sane came back to me. Plotting to kill, being backed up to a wall, Itachi's arm.
Itachi's arm. I pulled up his sleeve exposing his skin. There was no scar, or even evidence of there ever being a wound.
"Why are you even here?" I questioned. Itachi did whatever he wanted, whenever we wanted, wherever he wanted. But normally, that had absolutely nothing to do with the rest of us. And here he was now, inside my room. Staring at me with that blank stare his empty eyes give. Almost as if it's completely casual for him to be in my room while I'm unconscious and unable to do anything for myself. Yeah, real casual.
"To make sure that you didn't go insane when you woke up."
"What happened to the cut on your arm?"
"Genjustu."
"The entire time! What did you plan on accomplishing with that?"
"To knock you out."
"Then why didn't you just come at me and do it in real life?"
"You would've tried to kill me." Dang. Smart man. All that time I thought he was serious about protecting the Akatsuki members. But no! Everything was all planned using genjustu so he could stop my cravings and knock me out and protect himself! No, he didn't want to come straight at me; that would've dealt him damage! The Mangekyo sharingan was probably a fake out too! Gee, thanks Itachi. I sighed. He knew me well. Almost too well. I doubt that he learned about it just from being in the Akatsuki. That couldn't be right, not the way they do things here.
"So, why and how do you know so much about me and my now deceased clan?" Itachi remained silent. I peered into his mind. Everything was blank like usual. God he was a brick wall. Even the things I knew he wouldn't think about.
What was that? It seemed like a flash of light, but it was almost too fast. And again. A face? Different images were flashing extremely quickly. Were they-memories? Only a couple images flashed now. I could start to see what was in them. There was an infant. Itachi? No, his hair was different. Could it have been his brother? They looked almost exactly alike. The memory moved up to a mother. Their mother. She was smiling and laughing. It moved again, almost as if turning around. There was a family just entering gates. I tried reading the text. "Land of Fire." The Leaf Village? So this was before Itachi's massacre. The mother walked closer to the family. A mother, a father, and a child. Then one image kept flashing. In the image was one face. The person was a young girl. She was smiling. Red hair, round facial features, aqua eyes. I gasped.
It was me.