**Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the quote below. I just own Sintary ^^ Also I do not own the other OC Kokuro. He's my friend's.
"Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. It knows all your insecurities and uses them against you. It gets to the point when it's the loudest voice in the room. The only one you can hear."
-Unknown
Sintary remembered her first attack.
It was 11 years ago. Just after the Nine-Tailed fox attack. She as well as most of the village's children were hidden in the tunnels behind the faces of the mountains. The fighting had finally stopped, and they were allowed out. Parents came to collect their children until she was left.
"Don't lose faith," her academy sensei told her. "A lot of people were injured. They could have been taken to the hospital."
"I want to go wait at the hospital then," Sintary said to her sensei.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Her sensei asked knowing the horrors they could see at the hospital.
Sintary nodded her head. "Yes. I want to wait for them there."
Her sensei sighed, but nodded. He headed over there with her. The hospital absolutely chaotic. Medic nin running in and out of rooms trying to frantically save anyone they could. There were battered shinobi in the waiting room and in the hallways. There were a ton injured, and even several dead already.
"What do the tags symbolize?" Sintary inquired looking at the tags on several shinobi.
"It's to help the medical nin go to the people who can be saved faster. Green means minor. Those are the people with bruising, minor cracks and fractures, scraps and scratches. Yellow means moderate risk. Those are the people with several cracked ribs that are close to the heart or the lungs. They also have wounds that are bleeding or that are still open with the risk of severe bleeding. That is also what people with minor head injuries are marked." Her sensei explained to her. "Red is the most severe. These are people who are bleeding badly from multiple wounds internally or externally. They receive the most attention to keep them alive."
"What does black symbolize then?" Sintary asked though she had a feeling based on how her stomach twisted.
"Black… black means the person is either dead or is too close to dying to be saved. They are not to waste energy on." Her sensei told her solemnly.
Sintary slowly nodded as someone cried out. "Someone help! My wound just started bleeding again! It won't stop!" She heard a man scream.
She looked around. There wasn't a medical nin to save him.
"Is he gonna die?" Sintary asked her sensei.
Her sensei sighed. "He… he could if they don't stop the bleeding."
"All they have to do is stop the bleeding?" Sintary asked as her eyes looked over the man.
"Yes, they'd have to sow the wound shut." Her sensei replied before looking at her moving form. "Sintary, you use really stay here, out of their way."
"But no one's helping him." The little five-year-old said before kneeling in front of the man. "I just have to stop the blood…" she whispered looking at where he was holding his side.
Sintary gently moved his hand, ignoring whatever the man was saying as she looked at the gushing wound. She felt a surge of chakra – which she was just becoming familiar with – and suddenly the wound stopped pouring blood.
"Holy shit," the man said looking at the wound. He lifted up his shirt gently to see the wound still very open, but the amount of blood coming out was little to none. "What the hell did you do?" He asked just amazed.
"I don't know… but I… I don't think I can keep it up for very long. I feel tired…" Sintary told the man.
Her sensei quickly found a "free" medic and brought her over to the man.
"I thought you said he was bleeding pretty bad." The medic asked.
"I was. But this – this girl. She looked at the wound, and suddenly it stopped bleeding." The shinobi explained. "She said she can't hold it for very long though. That's why we need you to sow it up."
The medic slowly nodded and started looking at the wound. "It looks like she circulating the blood around the wound…" She muttered looking a little more before placing a glowing, green hand over the opening and healing it easily. "There you are sir." She said getting up.
Sintary sighed, relieved at being able to release the hold she had.
"What's your name?" The medic asked her.
Sintary looked up at the young woman. "My name's Sintary Sacuna." She said quietly.
The medic looked thoughtful. "I didn't think the Sacuna family had a bloodline like this." She told the sensei.
"We don't know much about them in general. Kyostay and Nikaski kept to themselves for the most part. They were ANBU too, so only the Hokage knows they're specifics." He replied.
"Where are my parents?" Sintary interjected.
The medic looked down at her. "Your parents? I don't think I've seen them." She said.
Sintary looked down at that, clearly upset. The hospital doors slowly pushed open.
"We got two more!" A group of men called.
The medic swiftly headed over evaluate them. She didn't do anything elaborate but put her hand on their necks. Her hands slowly slid off their necks, and she shook her head.
Sintary's stomach twisted in a not as she took a few steps forward. Her heart stopped. She recognized those faces. In a moment, it felt like her heart was beating a mile a minute, and her breathing was quick and swallow. She felt her body shake uncontrollably, but she was frozen in place. She couldn't hear the outside world above her heart pounding. All she could hear was the voice inside her head.
'They're dead.' It said.
Sintary shook her head. 'No… they can't be. They're too strong for that.'
'They were weak. And so are you.' It said.
'I'm just a kid!'
'Your point? There was a kid who graduated at six. You're five and can barely through a punch. You're scrawny and weak. You won't even make it through the academy. Even if you do, you'll probably chicken out on your first mission and end up dead. You're too weak to defend yourself.'
Sintary just wanted to curl up into a ball. She just wanted it all to stop. To shut her eyes and wake up from this nightmare. Instead, the world started spinning. She suddenly felt like she was drowning. She couldn't breathe. Her vision started growing dark and she felt like she was falling. She never felt the impact though; her sight was compromised as well as the rest of her senses.
Sintary sighed remembering how she felt upon awakening. She had been sluggish and drowsy. Like she felt now. Right now, she felt like she jumped from a cliff and lost her form causing her to belly flop. Everything ached. She had most certainly been drugged, she was sure of it. Her eyes felt heavy, but her heart felt like it was racing. Sintary suddenly couldn't breathe again. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up with warning. It wasn't a panic attack. She knew that. Sintary had only second to press the emergency button before she started arresting.
Itachi sighed leaving the Hokage's tower after debriefing. He couldn't tell the old man much because it had been Sintary to take down the enemy, Sintary had the chakra cuff, and Sintary was poisoned.
"Hey, Itachi!" Another shinobi called jumping down from where he had been perched on the tree nearby.
Itachi turned his attention to the dark haired male. "Kokuro." He greeted.
"I tried seeing Sintary, but they said she was asleep and to come back later," Kokuro said looking disappointed at that.
"We can go see her after dinner." Itachi told his comrade simply.
"Yeah, I guess. I wonder what your mom is cooking tonight." Kokuro said allowed placing his hands behind his head as they walked.
"You said like Shisui. You two like to eat our food." Itachi commented.
"Well, duh. Haven't you tasted your mother's food?" Kokuro said looking at the suppose genius.
Itachi languidly rolled his eyes. "Only the past 16 years of my life." He replied drily.
"Well then you should know her cooking is so good!" The dark haired male praised. "I mean, I don't know a mother's cooking considering I'm the only one left of my clan, but if I did – it would be your mother's cooking."
"My mother's cooking is basically your mother's cooking." Itachi told him. "You've been with us for years now."
Kokuro was the last member of the Otsutski clan and to Itachi's understanding he was a distant relative. The village had very little information on that specific clan so there were gaps and hole that were hard to fill. While Kokuro was technically a free soul, most people associated him with the Uchiha family just because of the close relations. He did look like an Uchiha with the dark hair – while brown in nature not black – the pale skin, and dark eyes that oddly enough had the Sharingan beneath their depths. While the specifics were unknown, that was the defining characteristic that proved they were related somehow, someway.
Kokuro shrugged, looking indifferent. "Your mother always invited me." He retorted.
"She always invites Sintary too." Itachi replied.
"Of course she'd invite Sintary. Sintary's the only proof that you're not asexual!" Kokuro teased.
Itachi narrowed his eyes. The hairs on the back of Kokuro's neck stood up.
"Oh shit," Kokuro managed to say before ducking.
The brawl had begun.
"Hey! You two!" They suddenly heard another yell.
Kokuro and Itachi looked up from where they were locked in position. It was their cousin, Shisui.
"You know better than to fight in the streets of the compound. If you want to beat each other up, at least have the respects to do it in the training grounds we have." He scolded the two younger shinobi.
They immediately pulled away and looked at Shisui. "Sorry," the both muttered shoving their hands in their pockets.
Shisui slowly nodded. "Come on, Aunt Mikoto almost has dinner ready."
With that the three boys quickly headed to the main household.
"NISAN!"
A small ball of black and blue launched itself at Itachi, but the savvy ninja did not step aside. Instead he let the object hit him head on. The object currently nestled at his stomach was none other than his little brother, Sasuke.
"Nisan, I can't believe you're home! Mother said father said you'd been gone for a five days! And it's only been a day and a half!"
Itachi smiled softly down at his ototo. "It was Sintary and I on the mission, Sasuke. You know we're a very good team." He said.
"They're even better when I'm on the team," Kokuro interjected.
"No, you just slow them down," Shisui taunted earning a glare from the younger male. "Please, you don't scare me. Genius smenius." He said blowing him off.
Shisui's pretty face almost met an ugly fist.
Almost.
"Hey! No fighting!" Came the angry voice of a woman they had come to fear.
"Hehe, we were fighting, Uchiha-san!" Kokuro said sheepishly. "Right, Shisui?"
"Well, I wasn't the one that was throwing a punch," Shisui replied slyly,
Mikoto stared down the boys with a hard look and a hand on her hip. "I work too hard around this house to have you boys rough housing in it. If you ruin anything, you will feel my wrath. Got it?"
She got all their compliances before breaking into a smile. "Good, dinner's ready then. Oh, and it's so great to have you home early Itachi." The Uchiha Monarch said sweetly.
"Dinner was delicious, Uchiha-san!" Kokuro said leaning back on his hands.
"I did miss your cooking while we were gone, mother." Itachi told her.
Mikoto smiled at him. "I know you did Itachi. By the way, where is Sintary?" She asked.
"At the hospital. The mission was… it was difficult for her." Itachi said finally deciding on his careful words.
"We're going to visit her after our stomachs settle," Kokuro told her.
Mikoto slowly nodded to all of this. "I do hope she's okay."
"She'll be—"
"Itachi, Kokuro, we're needed at the hospital. An enemy nin got into the hospital and tried to kill a patient. We need to detain him immediately," another member of the clan told them.
Itachi and Kokuro nodded quickly getting up and dashing to the hospital.
'Sintary please be okay,' Itachi thought as the rushed to the hospital.
Thank you to KnightsRoses and Sweet Petit for following/favorite-ing the story! I do hope all you guys like it. Sorry it kinda jumped around. I had to make sure to get Itachi's part in there as well as Sintary's. They went side by side really. R&R's would be great thanks!