A Different Shade of Bleu
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto but I do own Bleu
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P.S: By the way…I realized Itachi is not really 9 years older(like I said in chapter 2) but he is 5 years older so I'm changing that. Sorry!
ONE-SIDED
Light footsteps echoed in the dim, and hollow hallways, as a man not older than 21, briskly moved through them.
Outside, the quarters the sun shined brightly, but seeing as it's members dislike the bothersome light, all windows were strictly closed.
The young man lifted his gaze to the door he had just arrived to. Cryptographic letters surrounded the door that lead to his large compound. He grunted at the sight above his door. Personally he didn't think he needed any kind of decoration.
Gripping the small door handle, he turned the doorknob until he heard the 'click', and slipped silently into his quarters where he could be at peace for a while without his shark companion, or any other suicide mission he himself would have to attend to since everyone else was too scared for their lives to take.
Making his way through the dark room, he found himself in the same position he always was when he 'rested' on his quarters. Leaning on to the only window he had ever opened, and watched the sun strike on the ground. Smoothly and calmly he let his eyes trace over the objects the sun had been casting it's sunlight on. His gaze stopped when a single lavender Lily flower seemed to avert the suns rays by swaying towards the tree…
He hoisted himself up, not taking his gaze from the flower as he made some signs.
Ox. Horse. Ox.
Now he was standing in front of the small flower that seemed to have survived the hard training of his 'allies'. Gently he pulled the flower from the ground and with the same set of signs, he appeared on his quarters, flower in hand.
'No' a young girl screeched.
'She has been that way since before her mother's death… I'm tempted to guess she knew what was coming…' A young man with emerald green eyes, pale moonlight skin, and dark onyx hair, said somberly.
'Mommy' the cries at night, the ruffling of a tug of endless war with her own mind, and the sadistic truth of her own and others bad lived memories, kept him up at night. His heart almost seemed to want to pull her into his warm embrace, and he didn't realize his mind could turn insane at his softness of the heart. Soon enough he retreated to his own memories, constantly struggling, arguing with himself why he didn't feel any shame, or guilt.(For killing his 'beloved' family)
He shook his head in disbelief, and let the scent of the flower linger in his nose. Familiarity rose within him. He grasped the flower closer, careful, in a way he didn't now he could have, so he could breathe in the scent and relieve once more memories that seemed to pull at his fingertips.
'So what is it again you say you smell like?' he asked the 11 year old girl, asking himself WHY on earth he kept this conversation.
She smiled at him, something she rarely did now, but was up to it whenever he tried to converse with her.
'Lavender, and lilies' she said her tone as always passive, smooth, relaxing, and calm. It made him almost feel to wanna listen to her song 'till he fell asleep. It was hard to believe she was the one who cried at night for her mother, in all the 7 months he had been with them. Father, and daughter.
"…"
He stared at her, and then back to his thoughts. Through the corner of his eyes he saw the purple-haired girl walk into the rain away from the shelter of the tree. She wore her black dress that reached past her thighs, and almost to her knees. It had 3 straps of blue that surrounded her petit waist, and then black once again. It had four firm straps. Two on each shoulder. Her shoes were as usual the small and Chinese-like black ones. Leaving long moon-light white legs exposed to a little above her knees. One simple word to describe her: doll. She was very porcelain-like, and looked as if she was drained from life. The soft color of her skin(although attractive) would make her an ending choice in the list of many men. Her skin was beautiful, so were her grayish eyes, and her lavender hair, but she looked so dead.
'Pitiful' he thought as he looked on to the small girl, but at the very back of his mind a voice begged to differ.
'She is not weak, and you have seen that.' The voice muttered.
'Pitiful' he insisted as he glared at her back, and for that she hastily turned around feeling his burning gaze. She stepped forward, looking at him through her water soaked face. Hair strands sticking to her face. Her hair was shorter and barely reached below her neck. Her bangs soaked into her forehead. She stepped closer, and closer until she was back with him under the tree.
'If you keep glaring at me like that, I fear you will burn holes in my back.' She said looking up to her 'guardian' when her dad wasn't around.
"…" He felt his heartbeat go faster, and a sudden warmness at her closeness, it made him ache to hold her petit form forever, and have her always under his chin and protective arms.
But he had to restrain himself or the plan would be ruined.
Silently cursing his hormones he just 'hned' and walked to the direction of the house. A silent signal, for her to follow.
Under the oak-tree he had decided she was all he wanted, and who made him feel when she was close enough warm pangs in his chest, and his muscles flex when there was an enemy near, and last of all who made his blood-boil when some other male was near her, and flirted with her.(not that she paid any attention). He had long ago decided that to calm the feeling he would either have to have the helldamned girl or kill her. So under the oak tree on the 17th of November, Uchiha Itachi had decided who his future wife would be.
Pulling back from the grip of the past Uchiha Itachi, 'smiled' malevolently at the flower. The girl had made all these emotions flood into his being without even trying, and with every passing day that she was not near him they currently recurred his mind, as a silent begging to get the woman back.
And… his plan was already complete.
He knew it the woman was a witch. She would pay for making him feel like this. According to others(and they were somewhat-correct in their justification) Uchiha Itachi was so cold-blooded, they doubted he ever thought about getting laid. They doubted his cold and calculating mind even had a chance to think such trivial things as women. But they were wrong somewhat in that sense, but this was not a regular woman, less a whore. He had become careless after the Uchiha Massacre and had 'fallen' for the girl.
He liked to thing of it as more of her being a tool, and convinced himself he only needed her for her powers.
He looked down at the flower once again.
'Lily, you won't have to wait much longer.' And he burned the flower. Instinctively he clutched his left shoulder, and felt the scar. Really, he could careless about anything else, so why this? He didn't care to kill his own parents, so why some dead-looking girl? Apart from having a powerful clan, he wanted to investigate the woman. He wanted to see what she did to make his heart churn in his teenage years. There had been many others in Konoha, and much more appealing mind you, so why the palest one? Maybe it was just his hormones adjusting since he lived with them for approximately 8 months, before she ran away, and he left for Akatsuki.
His plan would work. He would make her suffer and scream in pain. All he had to do know is wait for the right time. And it would come…eventually. He was patient enough, he could wait 1 more year if he had to…
Bleu tracked behind Sakura, as the pretty girl, pulled her wrist, for what seemed like endless hours, as the pink haired girl smiled and shopped for trivial stuff.
'Sakura is very beautiful' Bleu though about the girl dragging her. Looking back at Sakura, she could see her long pink tresses that reached to her lower back. It was really straight, and it flowed down to her back curled a bit upwards. She had some pink tresses surrounding her pretty oval face. Her Emerald green eyes could sparkle with love, and spark with an inner fire, she hadn't seen since her mother's death. Her skin was peachy, her lips round, and puffy with a cherry taint. Her cheekbones made her look younger, and naïve. But she really wasn't. She had average legs while Bleu's were long. She had very curvy curves, while Bleu had more defined curves.She was a bit shorter than Bleu, and petit.She glowed with inner strength enough to replace outer strength. Bleu could tell she really now cared less about her appearance, and that is what probably brought the radical change. Her hair was free and wild, her skin untainted by make-up. All in all it made Bleu realize all the looks they were getting were directed at the emerald eyed girl in front of her.
'Her inner strength surprises me the most…Maybe I could teach this girl my mother's way to use her inner strength so she can defend herself, and attack…' Bleu thought before Sakura reintroduced her by showing her a ring Sakura wanted to buy.
"It seems such a long time since I have had someone come shop with me! Of course when I was friends with Ino…" Sakura babbled.
Bleu had already tuned out when she heard the name Ino. Ino this, Ino that. It was al Sakura talked about, and complained. When she wasn't talking about Sasuke of course.
Naruto, who was following them, got a little bored and decided to go to the 'Irichaku'(A/N: I think that is how you spell it.)
"Bleu…" Sakura said once they were sitting down in her apartment, eating some delicious rice balls Sakura had prepared.
She looked up at her, silently telling her she was listening.
Sakura looked at Bleu's passive yet cold grey eyes, and flushed a little. Sakura's parents had died a little after she turned 13, and she hadn't really had any woman's support. Her team really babied her after, but she needed to talk to someone as of now.
"Ahem…uh can you help me in something. You now that we are official friends…"
Bleu raised an eyebrow.
"Well," Sakura said straightening up after she knew she had Bleu's full attention "Number one, you have now become my new best friend, and confidant…"
Bleu looked at her a little stunned but not enough to cause great rokus with her powers. 'I didn't ask for any of this!'
"Number two," Sakura said obviously ignoring what Bleu thought
"We will always talk to each other, and tell each other everything"
Bleu rolled her eyes, what this meant was 'You will have to listen to me until my heart's content.'
"Number three," She said looking deeply into Bleu's eyes "Under No circumstances will we fight and not be friends anymore. Do you Understand?"
Seeing no way out of this Bleu exhaled, and nodded, but said a simple 'yes'.
Sakura smiled widely, a sign that Inner Sakura was saying something like 'In your face Ino-pig! I have a new best-friend!'
"Bleu, I have to get some things of my chest." Sakura said looking at Bleu as she nodded "You see a long time ago I had a best friend, her name was Ino. I always admired her, and she helped me out with bullies, and self-confidence problems. Quickly she became my idol (so to say), and what's better my best friend.
Then after sometime of being best friends, we turned into rivals since we both liked the same person. I miss Ino dearly since the day we were not best-friend but I guess that because of my 'love' to Sasuke I didn't wanna give him up to her since that way she would win. I miss her sometimes, and I feel so bad!" Sakura sighed in exasperation.
"What's much worse is that Sasuke won't even notice me, and I feel like I'm losing my sanity waiting for him. What's worse I suspect Ino just likes Sasuke to make me bitter! I hear she is leaving clues that she likes the dumb-ass genius.(A/N: hehehehe dumb genius!)
I have no clue of what to do!" She sighed, and began flipping her hand as to make air go to her face.
"Why don't you let time arrange it?" Bleu asked trying to bring comfort to her new 'best friend'.
She stopped ventilating herself, and seemed to ponder. It didn't take long before her accurate brain got what she was saying.
"Ahh…" her face lit up "I get it! I should wait until Ino and Shikamaru's relationship is more settled and then I can talk to her!"
Inner Sakura: HELL YEAH! WE ROCK!
And so the evening proceeded with Sakura pouring out information, feelings, thoughts, and dreams while Bleu just listened like her mother used to. Listening, and nodding in understanding even if she was already lost in trying to register what she was saying.
Two hours later Bleu walked out of Sakura's apartment, feeling overcharged with information.
The sky had darkened showing the soft stars shining brightly. She found a park bench on the way home, and decided to lay down and look at the sky in the open field. Since it was late no one was out, and she felt the peace and serenity of the night drift, through her senses. Her hair strands swung to the lullaby of the wind. The gentle, and dark night caressing her pale features, and….
Scratching disk
"What are you doing here?" A cold voice said.
She turned her face her and saw Sasuke looking at her with curiosity, and amusement.
Frankly, although he had lived alone for so many years, he never stayed out to do something as trivial as looking at the starts. He was redundant, and so was his life: train, sleep, train. The figure laying in the ground sat up, adjusting her black corset-like- thing, and ruffled her navy capris.
'Nice contrast to dead-pale skin' he though mocking her.
She looked up at him, stretching her neck and looking up at him.
"Why don't you go home?" she asked, or more specifically commanded. "And leave people at peace?"
This made him just want to churn her neck, and annoy her poker-face.
"What if I don't feel like it?" he asked his eyes daring her to challenge him.
"Do what you want." She said, and laid back down focusing on the stars. Hopefully if she used some of the words he used for Sakura, he would get annoyed, and get the hell away from her now not-so-peaceful place.
Concentrating her gaze on the stars, she tried to ignore his hateful glares.
"Woman! You really have a dead-wish? Don't you?" he asked his voice low and husky, sending his murdering intentions in the air.
'Get the fk away from me!' her mind screamed but she resisted the urge to get irritated at the boy.
"Shush your mouth boy, can't you tell silence is golden you jerk?" her voice was pacifying, and smooth.
In one swift move he pinned her against a tree, by her shoulders. Pain coursed through her body, but she ignored it. She couldn't help but notice that if he did that a little harder she could have been severely damaged. She could already feel the bruises on her back and shoulders.
"Why didn't you move?" he asked his voice murderous, as he forced her gaze from the stars to his black onyx eyes.
"I don't read minds, so I can't understand what you are saying." She said her voice still pacified. It was hard for her (with all those years of practice) to lose control to her emotions.
He gritted his teeth. "Why didn't you move when you saw I was gonna grab you? Did you think I wouldn't do any harm?" his voice cackled with poison.
"No Uchiha." She said looking into his eyes not faltering. She had done this before, she had been with nowhere to run with those eyes before. Uchiha Itachi's eyes. "Your patience was worn of. I don't know what you did in those training grounds but you reeked of poisonous intentions. Maybe just a little when you asked me why I was here. That is why I tested you patience. Can't have an out of patience partner for our mission. You need to focus, and I wanted you to take the steam off." She replied. Sakura had told her they were leaving on a mission tomorrow.
"But WHY did you not move? Do you not see you are trapped? I could finish you off easy just moving my hand into that neck of yours and strangle you." He said rather irritated.
"Do you, Uchiha Sasuke, not notice you are trapped too?" she said her eyes glinting with amusement.
He looked around them, and there was sort of a barrier surrounding them. The barrier was dark, as night preventing him to move anymore than two steps back. Her crystalnomian powers.
"Don't underestimate your enemy Uchiha. Less your teammate." She said lowering her barrier as she felt his reason quickly coming to, and his grip lessening.
She bent town to take out some piece of wood from her leg, and he saw her back, and shoulders purple with bruises. He looked at her again. He could understand. Her body was weaker than a normal body. Even Sakura could probably beat her in endurance.
"You didn't have to do anything" he said still keeping his dangerous tone.
"You are welcome" she replied silently looking at him her eyes half closed. "What made you so mad?" She asked.
"…"
Should he tell her? He never told anybody anything.
"None of you business" he said turning around heading 'home'. Bleu followed.
Neither spoke until he got to both houses. As she was about to go in he murmured
"Itachi…family"
She turned, and nodded in understandment.
The boy had troubles.
He had admitted it to Sakura and had even given her a brief confession. Naruto was there when he fought Itachi that time, and so was Kakashi. And he suspected Bleu knew something already.
"Later Uchiha" she said curtly.
"Sasuke." He replied.
She turned "what?"
"Call me Sasuke" his patience was wearing down. This woman made him repeat himself, and the lack of attention bothered him.
"Aa" she said looking back to him briefly "Call me Bleu" she turned around and walked towards her door as Sasuke did the same with his.
A/N: Hope you like it! Sorry it took me some time!
No Itachi isn't really in love with her yet. Well he does love her but he doesn't regard it. He didn't really care for being with any girl in Konoha, and spending about 8 months with Bleu, he kind of reacted. Well his hormones anyway. That's why initially he fell in love with her. Because he didn't care for anyone before, and for his plan to succeed he needed to get close, and wound up in love. He doesn't really know it yet, and he doesn't recognize it yet.
Sakura is so funny in this chapter, I'm really proud of how she is turning out!
Sorry! Naruto doesn't come out in this chapter as much!
Sasuke had been training, and I think his memories flooded him, mostly because he knew someone else had been tortured by his insane brother. Not that he really cares for Bleu. He is just mad at Itachi, and that's what got him fired up, and then he sees Bleu who has been close to his brother so he gets really mad.
Well I hope you enjoy, and lots of love.
By the way who would you want Sakura to end up with? What about Naruto? Sasuke? Bleu? And would you like chapter previews? Tell me!
