Prologue
Oshimai
by
ensngre
A short silhuette strode through the Uchiha-compound.
Civilians were allowed to visit the Uchiha-compound in Konohagakure. From the gates leading to the compound hung black and white fabrics with white-red fans painted on them; the emlem of the most ambitious and prestigious clan in the Hidden Country of the Leaf.
The silhuette moved quietly down the main-road at a fixed rate, not minding the slightly confused looks of random Uchiha's. Truth be told, even though it was open for the public, someone unrelated to the clan rarely walked the path through that part of the city. Because…
Uchiha's are notorious for having superiority-complexes, and though unliked by the mostpart population, are respected for their very powerful bloodline-doujutsu. Thus, because their general stuck-up attitudes led to the point where interaction with outsiders almost became impossible, the clan-elders knew that a strong bond between the village and the clan itself was vital. They also knew that the clans continual survival would perish by internal conflicts if someone ruled it, and instead of a clan-head chose the head of a family in whose blood the thickest of their ancient blood flowed, to be the clans representative toward the shinobi-village.
The Uchiha's were held together solely by the conceit they all held in common.
"As I said just now… don't judge others simply by your preconceptions and judgements of their appearance," a deep voice came from a young boy that hovered over three Uchiha's that were lying gasping on the ground; one white-haired and two black-haired. "You assumed that I had paitence..."
It was closing in.
"The clan, the clan…" The voice continued. "You all fail to measure your own capacity, and to see the depth of my capacity, and as a result you lie beaten here." A young figure flinched in the opening of the building that stood in front of where the scene was happening.
"Shisui was told to keep an eye on you… within half a year of your entrance into the ANBU, your actions and speech were getting stranger than ever… what exactly are you thinking!" The white-haired Uchiha exclaimed, trembling trying to get up.
"You hold onto the organization, your clan, your name… these things limit us and limit our capacities… these things deserve to be shunned…" The deep voice was completely dominating the conversation, and continued with an even angrier tone. "It is foolish to fear what we've yet to see and know!"
Another voice joined the conversation, having heard the words spitten toward the proud clan. "Stop it already! What in the world is going on? Itachi, you've been acting strange lately."
Itachi countered his newly arrived father, "Nothing's strange. I'm just carrying out my duty."
"Then why did you not come to the meeting last night?" His father, no, the captain of a team in the Leaf Police Force asked, taunting the younger member of the clan, wanting answers.
"…In order to reach the height…" Itachi answered quietly, speaking and answering only to himself.
"The what?" Then the Uchiha-prodigy snapped, drew a kunai and threw it, penetrating one of the Uchiha-emblems on the stonewall at the other side of the road from the house. His father eyed the kunai suspiciously, then turned his sight at his son.
"…Of my capacity..." Ignoring the confused question, and immediately followed up, "I've lost all hope for this pathetic clan…"
The strange character was coming ever closer.
"You forget what is most important to you because you cling to something small like your clan. True change cannot be made if it is bound by laws and limitations, predictions and imagination."
"What arrogance…!" Helping the beaten Uchiha's up, the father of the young genius turned once again his sight on his son. "Enough already! If you continue this nonsense, we'll have to take you to jail." The incomplete team, fully recovered, lined up with the captain. "So, what now!"
One of the dark-haired Uchiha's, standing to the left of the captain, spoke up. "We can't put up with you anymore! Captain… please order an arrest!"
The young figure that had been silent the entire time, shouted out, "Brother, please stop!"
The silhuette arrived. "Itachi…" It was the voice of a child, but with the coldness of ice. "We need to go." It had blonde hair, which contrasted strongly against the black long-armed highcollar-shirt and the equally midnight-black shorts. "The red dawn awaits…"
Authors notesI got nothing to say, except that Oshimai is already finished, and that I'll publish new chapters when I feel like it. Oh, and it's short, really short. Three chapters, including this one. :P