The reason why I dropped off from the center of the earth? A very bad and chronic sickness. I'm glad this period is over. You should get a longer chapter soon! I don't deserve your patience, but thank you so very much!

Still Water

It didn't make any sense. In Shizuo's world, the world was thinly divided by two types of people: those who pissed him off, and those who didn't piss him off. For some odd reason, the entire of the flea's stinking family didn't piss him off like that red-eyed bastard did. His mother, Sakura-sensei, was kind and never made any kind of fuss towards his apologies for the destruction of Konoha property.

Shizuo almost wanted to laugh out loud. The flea? The heir or the clone of Uchiha Madara? Please, the scrawny flea was a full coward. There was no way the young teen would have the guts to take over the world.

It was ridiculous. Shizuo growled to himself, thinking more about the accusations flying around Konoha. Apparently, the violet girl…Samidare or something, had been behind the attempt of the freaky tanuki-looking thing attacking the village seven years ago. The girl seemed soft-spoken and was so flustered when he met her during his nightly chases with Itsuku that he forgot to be angry and felt sorry for her instead.

Just let go of shit. The stuff about the Uchiha was disturbing. It stank, like the flea. But Shizuo reasoned that the flea's father would have managed to end the world by now if he wanted to. He had sixteen years to do it. Why wait and let the shinobi system flourish?

He didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't good. The air, the very aura of the village changed. The villagers were becoming crazy. For some reason, they reminded him of something that he had forgotten. The protests had swelled into violent numbers. It reminded him of when the Byakuya gang attacked, only this time there was no slimy genjutsu. He hated genjustsu with a passion. When he had been in the Academy, it had taken all his self-control not to blow up in the middle of a lesson. Unlike taijutsu and ninjutsu, which could be seen and fought fairly, Shizuo found the concept of genjutsu as trickery. One look at a person's eyes and it was all over.

You could never tell what was coming.
He knew that Flea was from that clan. His dark hair and red eyes – so like his jutsu and like crimson lotuses that he was surprised that the scrawny thirteen, almost fourteen year old hadn't been proclaimed a danger to society. He had been one of the ones who dispelled the genjutsu, and then made of joke of how much the blond would like to be under his spell. The young teen only remembered his name being yelled from his lips and chasing him through the village…again.

He liked his mother very much though. When he had been a kid and was swallowed by being burned inside out from drowning out of rage, Sakura-san was there to heal his wounds. She smelled so nice. Almost like fresh grass in the late spring with a hint of cherry blossoms. He was so different from Itsuku and her solemn husband. He suppressed a shudder thinking about the man. Although he had been gone for a long time, seemed to know who he was…everything about him. He was a bit apprehensive about him finding out that had a crush on his -
But he had been a kid then.
Flea's sister…what's her name…Saki? No, Sorami? Whatever.
Something bad was happening. The villagers seemed to be furious over some shit he didn't understand. Who cares over what happened years and years ago? Don't get innocent people involved.
It drove shivers up his spine.
Revolution…huh.

Shizuo hadn't spent much time thinking about politics or history in general. His mind was so full of rage and anger that it was hard for him to even think about injustices of the pas. Even Haruga was worried, his expressionless eyes held nothing to say of how he seemed to ling on his brother's face longer than usual. The civilians did have a point. Shizuo thought about the Uchiha family.
After all the bloodshed and suffering of the years past, didn't they deserve some peace?
Shizuo just wanted a peaceful, normal life. But no! These assholes had to ruin it!
"Shizu-chan…"
Fucking flea! I'll – !

Locked up in his own thoughts, Shizuo didn't hear the steps behind him as he prowled through the early afternoon streets. The blow was easily not able to harm him. But the fourteen-year-old fell to the ground with a thud.