Well here it goes a REAL story not the poetry stuff I posted before. The following is the type of font and what it means:

Normalstory and/or speech

fancy:thought

bold:authoress speaking

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

The icy rain beat down on the light green grass. The shrill cries of animals searching for shelter echoed in the dark, misty forest. A young boy of maybe twelve or thirteen laid with crimson eyes wide open, his raven hair was plastered to the exposed side of his face. The other side of his face was hidden behind a mask that looked as if it once resembled a wolf or dog of some sort. His arms were twisted and cut he also had a deep gash located in his waist. His small chest moved up and down trying to keep up with his slow beating heart."Where am I? What in the world happened?"

Slowly the boy sat up, wincing at the pain that rippled up his spinal cord. He looked around at the strewed remains of what he could barely make out of his once chipper team. "Who could have done this?" the thought raced through his mind as he steadied himself against a tree. He pulled the kunai from his arm, the initial read "U" followed by a clan symbol . . . his clan symbol. "Did he throw my own knife at me or was it . . . no, not my father!" the horrific thought raced through his mind causing him to stumble back. He groaned as the blood began too poor out of the wound on the back of his knee. Steadying himself on a sheathed sword he staggered to little town, also as the home of the Uchiha clan.

All the lights in the homes were out so he had to find his way across the dark little town. He finally came across the mansion where his family, the lords and ladies of the clan, resided. He slowly slid open the screen only to be greeted by a little boy. " 'tachi!" said the cute little boy with a huge toothy grin on his face. The older boy looked at the smiling younger one and walked down the hall. The little boys smile dropped as he watched his older brother literally drag himself down the hall to his room. The screen to his parents rooms slid open and a woman rushed out to cover the younger boy's eyes. "Sasuke! Oh my poor baby!"she said with a cry. "He doesn't need to see a shinobi's life . . . not yet" She picked up Sasuke and took him to his room before going to the older boys room. "Itachi...Itachi...sweety do you need anything. Would you like me to run you a bath and find the first aid box?"she asked stepping into the boy's room.

The room was fairly large, one wall was home to hundreds of slots that housed scrolls of all sorts. There was a wooden desk on the right side and a oak dresser that sat on the opposite side of the closet door. Under a large window sat a bed with navy blue bedding. The room, that usually smelt of the garden that sat just outside the window, now smelt of blood. The woman walked in and sat on the bed next to her son. Slowly stroking his wet hair she hummed a lulling tune. "Mom...that bath sounds really inviting...could you please start it?" he asked. The women smiled at her son and nodded. She got up and began to run the warm water for a bath then she got up and walked to the door, "Call me when you're ready for me to bandage those wounds of yours . . . okay."She said then exited the room. Itachi nodded then smiled, he removed his bloody garments and stepped into the steaming water. The warmth spread over his chilled body quickly causing his mucules to relax.

He sighed heavily and let his body sink into the warmth.

A few hours later he got out and got dressed in some white button up PJ's and called his mom so she could tend to his wounds. His mother's touch was gentle, unlike those of the ANBU nurses who would wench your wounded body part back into place or quickly stitch an open wound, WITHOUT the numbing stuff the normal nurses used. So Itachi would usually drag his worn body home for his mother to treat. Itachi looked at his smiling mother as she applied the ointment to his cuts and wrapped them. He thought about telling her of the attack his father launched on him, he didn't though because he would rather not here his parent's fight AGAIN for the tenth time in the last two days. Once his mother left, he pulled the cotton comforter over his warm body, in under a minute the boy was in a deep sleep.

To Be Continued...

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