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Visions in Darkness

Chapter 2

A Dull in Personality

The blonde cracked his eyes open. He panicked for a slight second when he found he could not see, but the alarm was gone in a flash when he remembered with a sad smile that he no longer had ability to see. That ability, his sight, was ripped away from him by monsters, worse monsters than himself.

With that, the blonde remembered what had happened before he fainted. The bed that he now laid on was quite comfortable, unlike the one he was used to sleeping on. This mattress was the first comfy one he had laid in for years. He got up from the bed and tried to stand. He regretted this action soon after as his legs wobbled like jelly and caused him to fall to the hard floor. "Chikusho…" he muttered.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a smooth voice cut in. Naruto raised his head, half in panic and half in embarrassment. "Who are you?" he called out into the room. The man hesitated in answering, taken aback at the fact that the blonde could not recognize him. But then, he realized that his eyes seemed to be dulled in comparison and the boy did not look directly at him.

"I said, who are you," Naruto started to get angry and his charka flared up. He knew that the man would just try to tease him and hurt him, just like all the others did in the past…

"Calm down, kitsune… My name is Itachi, Uchiha Itachi," At this, Naruto calmed and pondered at the name. It seemed familiar. "I-ta-chi…" Who could he be? Is he one of my enemies, or is he an ally? He'll probably just try to hurt me… Naruto grit his teeth as he remembered how the others had treated him…

Go away! My okaa-san said that you're a demon, I don't want to play with you!

Shine, bakemono!

You think your friends are going to come rescue you… they're probably celebrating right now!

"I won't hurt you kitsune, I'm here to help you, so don't think otherwise…" Itachi did his best to sound comforting, which was like a rock talking to a wall.

Naruto growled, "I don't need your help, I can do fine on my own. After all, I've been surviving on my own for a while now, haven't I?" Naruto's voice dripped with hatred as he attempted to get up again, only to regret it once again. His legs weren't functioning properly and refused to stand firm, and Naruto fell yet again, only this time, he didn't meet the cold, bare floor. Itachi had caught him right before he could meet the ground. Naruto nestled into his arms, feeling safe and secure in the warm arms.

"Getting comfortable, aren't we now?" Naruto could just hear the smirk in Itachi's voice, he didn't need to see anything. He blushed and mumbled, "Well, it's not like you're pulling away either are you? Anyway, it's not all the time that someone actually cares enough to catch me when I fall…" Naruto's voice dropped to a whisper as he said, "Arigato…"

Itachi's eyes widened as he realized all the hate that his kitsune had been going through. All the loneliness, with no one to guide him or love him, and he still managed to grow up kind-hearted and determined. Itachi vowed to compensate for Naruto's loneliness and give him the love he had wanted.

"Kitsune, you should rest, I don't want you injuring yourself any further…" Naruto looked down and smiled a tiny grin. It was nothing compared to his old fox grin, as Itachi noted. The half-smile was full of pain and sadness.

Itachi picked him up and carried him to the bed, pulling the covers over him, though not too tight as to strangle him. He left the room, only pausing one to take one last glance at the boy.

Once out, Itachi seethed in anger at all the pain that his kitsune was put through; pain that the young one hadn't deserved. His smile was now the one of a young man who was plagued with loneliness and had been cast away by others. His once bright sky blue eyes were dulled over in darkness and loss. His once energetic, shocking blonde hair was dulled away into a platinum blonde striped with streaks of red, red like the Sharingan eyes. Red, the color of hate and yet, the color of love… But the most obvious change was in his personality. The blonde's personality was not as boisterous as it used to be, but at least he still seemed to have his determination, though there was a quite big change in his ways…

Itachi made up his mind to train Naruto. He would train him to be strong so that he would be able to protect himself from the real monsters in the world. He would train him until the boy didn't need him anymore and would be able to travel on his own. When he recovered, Itachi would commence the training. Naruto would need to get strong as soon as possible before Orochimaru would find out that he wasn't dead. Itachi would take his revenge on Orochimaru for slaughtering his clan and framing him for it. Naruto would need to be very strong by the time the Akatsuki would come after Itachi for betraying them…

A/N:

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Hopefully, I will be rolling in even more reviews soon… Sorry that this chapter is extremely short, I couldn't really think of anything more to write about. If I had extended it even more, it would have been repeating itself over and over and over again.