The Truth of a Shadow

by Observer Shade

The Uchiha massacre was performed expertly. In fact, had he not gotten so unlucky, Itachi would have succeeded. However, he did not... This is the story of Faran Kredo, the boy who Itachi missed and the fourth Uchiha. The story of a book in a ruined world of shades and shadows.

21. Chapter 20

20. And that was the end of me.

Of course it wasn't, what, how weak do you think I am? I wasn't going to be beaten by a group of fan girls. Well, my mother had once given me a piece of advice. When in a situation, and all looks hopeless, first analyse your situation, find a weak point in the threat, a crack in a wall, a weak person in a group, or anything else, and exploit it. Well, there it was, the pressure on my right arm was less than on my other limbs. With a quick twist, I had it out of the grasp of the 10 year old holding it. She was faster than she looked though, and would have grabbed me again, had I not reached quickly for my holster and drawn out my signature weapon. Old rusty kunai... Go! She seemed a little less sure of herself now that I had a weapon, but that was almost inconsequential. What was important was that I could feel my scalp crying out in pain from the fact that one who had my hair and was pulling. This was making it difficult to concentrate. So I reached back, and scythed off a bit of my uncouth hair (and cut her hand in the process). The ten year old was now no longer a threat, as she saw that I not only had a weapon, but seemed to know how to use it. (You stick the pointy bit in the other guy I had once said to my mum, to which I was doing press ups for an hour).

Anyway, one of my opponents had a bleeding hand, and was too preoccupied with that, and one was cowering in fear, so there were three left. I had one arm, and had enough concentration now to use the escape technique, so I did so. For a second, they were dumbfounded, and by then I was through the door of the academy... safe.

I hastily took my place, and basically pretended everything was normal. Naruto came in a couple of minutes later. He looked pretty beat up, this being the understatement of the year. There were the whispers, of course:

"What is Naruto doing here. Who in their right mind would make him a ninja. I thought he failed."

Me, well besides the fact that he had just saved me from a fate much worse than his own, and the fact that he was known to be a bit of a trouble maker, I had really never paid him much heed. In fact, I think that out of everybody, I treated him best. That is not to say that I had treated him as a friend, I had simply mostly ignored him as I had most of the other students. He had done the same to me in turn.

Anyway, it was then that Iruka entered the room, and everything went silent.