Chapter Two

Sakura's POV

"Oh my god…" Ino's voice declared what everybody was thinking. I didn't blame her. I myself felt like running away from everything…I mean, how many people out there have names like Haruno Sakura? Or Uchiha Itachi?

"So…" Naruto softly said. "Who wants to go visit monument hill?"

"Me." Sasuke said grimly. I looked down at the floor. If Uchiha Sasuke's - the one a thousand years ago, was still there on monument hill, would Haruno Sakura's be there?

"Ino." I spoke up. "He's not the only one. I do too." She nodded and turned to Itachi, whose expression was somewhat between curiosity and angst.

"I wanna see it as well," he replied to the unspoken question. We all slowly tore our eyes away from the Uchiha corner and left. Although this time, no one spoke.

Sasuke's POV

It all came as a shock to everyone nearly ten years ago when I was about four. Itachi was around nine, I think. We were nothing but two siblings in an orphanage. Life was dull; wake up, rush teeth, eat breakfast, study, have a break…it was like a normal school routine except there were no grades;all the children were put together in one class. I was used to it, having lived in that routine all my life from the day I could walk. But not Itachi. He had been six when he had been admitted in the orphanage. Why? Because some asshole set fire on to my house and the only people left happened to be us. I wasn't even old enough to remember my mother…

Anyway, it was a normal day for me when two "parents" came into the orphanage. I had been sitting beside Itachi on a bench during lunch when they saw us. From that minute, all Itachi ever cared for the present was about getting both of us adopted by them.

"They look like good people, unlike all the others." He said. "And if you wanna get out of this place, you'll have to work with me." I nodded, wanting to please my brother. Next thing I new, I was being attacked by a wet comb.

"Does that hair of yours every stay tidy for once?" Itachi complained in the bathroom where he had dragged me to. I didn't answer. I never really talked. After the wet comb experience, there was the "stay clean and look charming" bit. I groaned.

"Itachi, you're beginning to act like Sister Agnes," I complained. Itachi glared at me and continued to comb his own hair. He then dragged me out of the bathroom and made me out on a clean shirt in the bedroom. As soon as we were "nice and tidy" we went downstairs, lining up for class: Math.

During that period of time, the "parents" came to see us. Itachi tried to answer a bunch of answers when the teacher asked them, only to fail miserably. I did too, just like many of the kids who also wanted to be adopted. Finally, math was over and we were all sent to the gym for PE. Except Itachi and me. The head mistress had called us into her office where the "parents" were waiting. From that moment, Itachi and I finally had a family. It was a nice feeling, knowing you'd be able to call someone "mother" or "father".

Once again, I get to have that chance. But this time, I get to meet them dead. I got to meet the parents of Sasuke Uchiha one thousand years ago in their graves.

Sakura's POV

We reached Monument Hill, Konoha's local graveyard. It usually had a welcoming atmosphere, as though the people in their graves were still happy and living and were inviting you to a picnic. But today, it wasn't like that. Today, it was eerily silent: not even a bird whistled. We walked towards the older section of the cemetery, where the Uchiha clan was more likely to be found. There, on the edge of that section, were the graves of Sakura Haruno-I mean, Uchiha, and Sasuke Uchiha. I reached down and touched Sakura's grave. I sensed Sasuke doing the same thing, but with Sasuke's. Behind us, were Naruto and Ino looking out of place and rather shy. In front of us, was Itachi, who was studying the grave of Sasuke's parents. The one a thousand of ears ago, that is.

"Itachi's grave isn't here," he commented, coming back to our little group with a rather disappointed look on his face.

"It never was." A voice behind us said. I turned around with the rest of the group. There, standing before us, was my science teacher, Hatake-sensei. No one said anything.

"After Sasuke killed Itachi, he came back and didn't say anything about it." Hatake-sensei told us. Once again, no one said anything. It was Mr. Hatake who once again broke the silence.

"Judging from the look of your faces, you are obviously descendants of Uchiha Hiro, who disappeared from all records the years after the death of his parents." He paused to think. "You don't happen to be Ino's cousins, do you?"

"Actually," Ino interrupted, "they are. But we're not really related. Umm, Hatake-sensei, this is Itachi and this is Sasuke." She indicated a hand to each one of her cousins. "Sasuke, Itachi, this is my science teacher: Hatake-sensei."

The Uchiha brothers nodded as a greeting. Mr. Hatake nodded back.

"I'll be going now. If you have any questions about this, feel free to ask!" He turned around, leaving us feel stranded.

"How the hell does that guy manage to know everything going on around him?" Naruto asked when he Mr. Hatake was out of earshot. I shrugged. I looked back to the graves and found Sasuke staring at the grave of…his parents. I swear I heard him whisper the words "mother" and "father", but I wasn't sure. Even now, I'm still not sure.

"I'm going home." Naruto said suddenly. "See you!" We waved good bye at him and soon after that, I followed the suit. Only Ino and he cousins were left. They too, left a while after me, allowing the graves to be left alone again.

Sasuke's POV

Weird. Everything in this city suddenly seems a tiny bit familiar. What freaks me out most is that Hatake guy. I felt like I've met him before. I had a feeling Itachi felt the same thing, only weaker. On the way back to Ino's, we passed a boy with long brown hair. Was it just me, or did his black pupils seem a little…transparent? He caught eye-contact with me and recognition flowed through my veins. That was when I realized that I felt like I had known Sakura and Naruto all my life, although I didn't show it. When we finally got back at Ino's, dinner was waiting for us.

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"What are you here for?" Kakashi Hatake asked me. "Is it Sasuke?" he guessed. "Or did you leave something behind?"

"No," I answered.

"Then why are you here?" he asked. My Sharigan was now fully on.

"I am here," I said slowly, "for the legacy of the fourth Hokage!"

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Itachi's POV

"Whoa!" I sat up on my bed, sweaty. What was that? It wasn't a normal dream. I had dreamed that I was standing on the water with that Hatake guy and some other people. In that dream, he had a chuunin vest, one of those things ninjas used to wear. There were three other people with him, a woman and two men. Beside me, was a weird guy who looked like a shark. He wore a black coat with red designs. I was wearing the same thing as well. Next thing I new, I felt pain in my eyes. No, pain isn't the right word. What I felt was cold heat. Or was it? I don't know. I decided to take a walk around the block to clear my head. Surprisingly, I had a feeling I knew exactly where I wanted to go to.

In the middle of a clearing that was left untouched for some reason, there was a gigantic oak tree. I reached up to the lowest branch and started climbing. By the time I was at the top, the sun was slowly starting to rise. I sat down and watched it.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" said a feminine voice beside me. I turned to look at a woman who had managed to climb up without me noticing. I couldn't really see here; the sunlight blinded me.

"How did you," I started to say, but was cut off.

"Shhhhhh…"

At that moment, the sun's rays blinded me from seeing anything, but when I could, the woman was gone.

"Hey kid!" I looked down to see an old man shouting up at me. "Get down here!" he yelled.

"Why?" I yelled back.

"I'll tell you when you get down."

Curious to know, I quickly climbed down. "Well?" I asked as stood to face him. The old man fidgeted.

"This small clearing is haunted." I snorted.

"Yeah, and my shoes are made of gold." The old man smacked me in the head. I glared at him.

"Idiot, you don't know the story behind that tree, do you?" I shook my head. The man sighed.

"A long time ago, an Uchiha planted that tree. Generations after, the whole mansion –the ground we're standing on- collapsed. The only thing that managed to stay standing was this tree. They say that once in a while, you can see one of the clan members sitting on it, staring at the sky or something… By climbing the tree, you've disturbed a spirit or two. Don't do that again. The spirits deserved their rest: they deserve it, especially the ones killed by," he broke off, staring at me.

"Yes?" I asked. The old man said nothing, but stared into my eyes. I think he mouthed the word Sharigan eyes, whatever that meant.

"Never mind," he said and turned to leave. "Wait!" I called out. He paused for a minute, turning to me. "What's your name?" I asked. The old man gazed at me for a minute and then, in a voice barely over a whisper, said, "Jiraiya."


A/N: Okay, that was a rather short chapter. And it sucked, but there you are.

To all my reviewers: Thank you so much! Your support really helped me!

k, that's it for now.

Lady Snow Blood

ps. Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. keep that in mind, i might forget to type it in next time...