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To nancy: I'm glad u liked my story! Kairiki isn't really sad at all…she's glad to stop being a burden to her parents…
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I was born with the Sharingan, open-eyed and un-crying into a cold new moon. Father was both worried and joyous. My uncle, Itachi, had the same conditions of birth, according to him. I have a little sister, though she was brought out as any other child would be.
Father expected much of me, and trained me much earlier than anyone. I couldn't say that I was happy. Father always treated me with caution, and sometimes I would notice him glaring at me. The expression was always wiped away when I pulled back my sharingan and revealed my teal eyes and goofy grin. Then he would ruffle my hair and let out a silent sigh of relief, as though some great crisis had passed. I learned not to question, because he wouldn't answer.
Mother rarely spent time with me, taking care of my sister instead. It was like a split job, with Father guarding me and Mother guarding my sister. She was only a year younger than me, and hung around me when Mother was off somewhere. Mother is both a chuunin and a flower shop owner. I don't see much of her though. As a young child, all I remember about her is her blond hair and teal eyes, just like mine.
I was always fascinated with Father's hair. As a baby, I used to stare at the locks in curiosity, wondering what exactly made it stand up like a chicken's behind. Then, my chubby hands would smooth down my own thick locks, a little disappointed that they don't stick up as well.
When I was four, my hair grew out, and I tied it back. Tameo-chan (my sister) remarked about how girlish my eyelashes were, especially framing red eyes. We were sitting at the dinner table at that time. Father and Mother both tensed, and looked at me. Father's eyes reflected shock and fear, both quickly covered up. I was going to the Academy that fall. I wondered what was so scary about me. A part of me concluded that maybe I looked like someone I wasn't supposed to look like. I didn't care, anyways. I didn't choose my face.
After I entered the Academy, I found it harder and harder to keep my sharingan off. It was only when Sakura-sensei almost yelled when I woke up during class (though she didn't know that) that I discovered, heck, it was easier going around with crimson eyes than blue. So, from then on, I kept my original eyes only at home. I have a foreboding feeling about the consequences of Father discovering my secret. He had told me that sharingan takes a lot of chakra. I was curious for some time on why it almost took me more effort to keep my teal eyes.
About a year after my entrance, the Head of the Academy sent Father a letter. Normally, they wouldn't do that, but Sakura-sensei was almost afraid of their decision. They wanted to graduate me. Naturally, I was both surprised and happy. However, that day would be burned forever into my memory as a day I wished I had forgotten.
Mother shook upon reading the letter. Sakura-sensei claimed that I needed more work, but the Head measured my abilities and sent me a copy of my results. My various skills were at the same level as uncle Itachi, when he was in school. I was so proud to be like my uncle that I showed the forms to Father.
Father had never been so afraid and enraged before in my life. He tore up the forms and sent me an icy-cold glare in full sharingan. I was confused and scared. The feelings reflected in Father's eyes as well. He nearly lost control, and yelled and asked me why I had to be JUST LIKE HIM.
I asked him desperately what I did wrong. I did NOTHING. I just wanted to be great, like my uncle. Father had once told me reluctantly that Itachi graduated at the same time I am supposed to. I thought he was just jealous.
Father lost control completely. He cried, for the first time I had ever seen, and raised his fist to strike me.
My sharingan flicked on. Mother, who had just entered the room, took a look at them and fainted.
I felt so weird. All of my senses became so much sharper than they were supposed to be, even with my previous sharingan. I could smell the fear off of Mother, and see every detail of Father's wide eyes. I screamed, a splitting migraine threatening to break apart my skull, and Tameo enter the room. Father pulled her from me, almost as though to protect her, and I felt a sharp pain.
I screamed at him. WHAT DID I DO WRONG? WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT ME!
Father closed his eyes tightly, and cried. I cried as well, the newfound sharingan fading away. I was deprived of chakra.
After that, my sharingan became harder to call upon, but when I looked into the mirror, they had three marks instead of two. I looked into an Uchiha scroll, and found that my sharingan had evolved. Everyone except Tameo avoided me afterwards. Father especially wouldn't meet my eyes, even though they had faded back to blue for the most part. I found it hard to smile at my own parents. Father refused the Academy's offer and put me back into first year. I lost my friends due to my icy attitude.
Was uncle Itachi that bad?
When I was seven, I found the strength to socialize again at school. Tameo entered that year, and soon I could joke around and laugh with my peers. Tameo truly was a good sister. She was kind and smart, and soon we formed a sort of bound. Whenever she said something particularly funny about Sakura-sensei, I would poke her in the forehead with two fingers and chuckle. Sakura-sensei saw us once. She looked pale. Was it something that uncle Itachi did too?
After a while, I stopped caring about the adults in my life. Father and Mother, well, I still loved them…but…who am I kidding? I couldn't bring myself to hug them like the others. I stopped wearing the Uchiha clan symbol, and ceased talking at home.
My parents didn't even come to my graduation ceremony.
I'm no saint.
I don't give a shit about them.
AN: I'm glad that u came 2 the end…there will be one more prologue on Uzumaki Rio before the actual story……NOW REVIEW! I got 93 HITS TO 1 REVIEW!ONE!THAT'S PTITFUL!
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