CHAPTER 2

"B-Big brother?" The boy stuttered.

"Foolish little brother..." The man muttered.

Corpses were littered around the compound, bits of metal stuck in some of them. Others were missing limbs, and they wore a variety of expression. Blood had splattered everywhere: The walls, the floor and all over the killer. The young boy tried to scream but he couldn't.

He couldn't even move. His muscles wouldn't work. The killer turned round revealing his face. It was Itachi Uchiha, a prodigy of the same famed clan. He slid his blood-encrusted sword onto his back and spoke.

"If you want revenge you need hatred. So run, like the pathetic weakling you are so you may one day avenge your clan. Become strong, let your hatred burn bright and then, and only then will you be worth my time."

He raised his hand to his blood-red eye, the gift of his own clan which he slaughtered mercilessly, and slid his fingers away. The pupils of his Sharingan eye slide seamlessly into the formation of the Mangeykou Sharingan. The eyes bore into him and everything became out of focus. He limbs felt heavy. He gasped at collapsed as he was forced to hear the screams over and over...

He woke. His skin was sticky with blood and he felt terrible. His eyes were swollen and puffy. He felt like someone had lodged a knife in his belly and was twisting it at every opportunity.

He was face down and he rolled over, nearly impaling himself on the sword that was laying there. He didn't give it a second thought but then he realised. This sword was the sword of his Itachi. It seemed to radiate malice. Just being near it disgusted him. He picked it up and threw it as far as he could. It clattered into the ground. He managed to struggle to his feet. He began to walk. He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care. Everything was a blur.

The Uchiha village was on the left side of Fiore, near the old Elemental Nations. Not many people lived there. There had been a civilisation there but that was long ago. The Uchiha village was surrounded by mountains that were cold, covered in snow, even in the summer.

He didn't notice until he was properly into the mountains, with the chill biting into his skin. He was dressed in navy t-shirt and shorts. He suddenly realised. He was in the middle of the mountains with no food or water. He mentally kicked himself. How could he of been so stupid?

He wasn't thinking clearly. He tried to continue but a wave a dizziness washed over him. He took a step, but his legs felt like bags of sand and he collapsed.

He forced his eyes open. Someone was leaning over him. He sat up and his eyes focused. It was a man. He was slim but strong. He was wearing a undershirt with a fleecy top and some sort of armour, along with some tracksuit trousers. He leaned on a wooden staff. He wore a straw hat cocked at a jaunty angle, obscuring his face.

He offered a hand. However, it was shrugged away as the boy got to his feet. His guard was up. Next to no people lived in the harsh mountain conditions.

The ones that did, well... he had to be careful anyway. He had been told tales about people who had gone mad after getting lost in the mountains. He had been young at the time, leading him to think they had been to scare him. But all the best stories had a small ring of truth to stepped back, mind and body ready for an attack.

The man, however raised his hands. The gesture was clear. I am not your enemy.

"Who are you?" His voice was causal and laid back.

The boy didn't answer. His survival instincts were screaming one word at him. RUN. So he obeyed them. Twisting on his heel, he started to sprint. He was fast, his quick feet pounding against the thick snow. But he wasn't fast enough. He risked a glance behind him. The man was running through the snow. No, he was gliding. He wasn't hindered by the snow like the boy was.

He ran with accustomed ease. The boy watched the man sail over his head, land and roll into his path. He stood in front, blocking the way. The boy turned and tried to run to the side but a leg swept across, knocking him to the ground.

"My, you are determined."

The boy gritted his teeth. He may of seemed harmless but this man was quick. He would have to play along.

"So who are you?"

"I'm Sasuke." The boy told him. "Sasuke Uchiha."

"Uchiha?" Mused the man. "Interesting."

He crouched down.

"So why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your family?"

Sasuke was annoyed. That was enough. He shouldn't be questioned like this by a stranger!

"I've told you my name. So how about you show me your face before you question me!" He spat.

"Ok. As you wish." The man removed his hat, revealing some spiky grey hair. His face was slightly wrinkled. He had a small grey beard, a pimple near his mouth, and white teeth. But the most striking feature was his eyes. One was completely cloudy and the other was grey.

"You're blind?" Sasuke's anger was forgotten, replaced by curiosity.

"In one eye."

"Wait...aren't you?"

"My name is Kakashi Hatake."

"K-Kakashi Hatake? My father talked of you. You were one of the members of the famous Anbu Black Ops unit!"

"Yes, I suppose I was."

Sasuke opened his mouth to launch another question when Kakashi cut him off.

"So what are you doing here? What about your family?"

"They're...They're dead! Itachi slaughtered them all?" Sasuke couldn't believe he told him. But Kakashi had some way of drawing information out of you in a surprisingly gentle way.

"D-Dead? I-Itachi? That's a real shame."

Tears stung Sasuke's eyes. His entire family dead and it was a shame?

"Tell me."

Sasuke gave up. He told Kakashi everything, tears rolling down his cheeks. After he'd finished, he felt better, more grounded. Kakashi seemed to notice this.

"Oh, I found this by you." He held up the same thin, long sword. Itachi's sword.

"It's been following me!" Sasuke yelled, pointing an accusing finger.

"Yes, I've inspected it and found a seal that, when mixed with someone's blood will cause the item to be naturally attracted to that person."

"So I'm stuck with it?"

"Yes, I suppose so, for the time being."

"Ugh..."

"Anyway you need a teacher right?"

"What would make you think that?"

"Well the look in your eyes told me you wanted revenge."

"W-what?"

"Now, I don't think that's a good thing but I shouldn't judge." Kakashi said. Then a little more quietly,

"I was like you when I was young too."

"So you're going to teach me?"

"In a nutshell yes. But you look freezing. First things first," He walked off. He came back with black trousers and long sleeves and a navy coat. Sasuke wondered were he had got them from. He thought it was better not to ask.

The coat was like a cross between a trench coat and a parka. Sasuke slipped it on. It was warm and comfortable. Sasuke nodded his thanks. He yawned.

"Tired?"

"Actually, yes." Sasuke was too tired to argue.

"Follow me." Kakashi led him to a large cave. It had a mattress and was lit by a lantern. It had food and supplies arranged around it. Sasuke walked to the back and laid down on the floor. Part of him knew he shouldn't be sleeping in the eyesight of a stranger, but tiredness overtook him and he dozed off.

Sasuke was woken by Kakashi tapping him on the head with a staff.

"Ughhh. Hey what the hell?!"

"Calm down. Breakfast." Kakashi indicated a bowl of rice in front of the boy. Sasuke finished it quickly and Kakashi tossed him a tomato, which he accepted gratefully.

"Come on. Time for training."

They walked for a while, coming into a glade surrounded by trees lacking leaves.

"Alright. First we'll have a small spar, fists and feet only."

Sasuke had recived a small amount of shinobi training from his Father, Fugaku. Taijutsu, fighting bare-handed was amount this training. He noticed there was gloves in the pockets. They were made of leather. He put them on, they fitted perfectly.

He stepped back and settled into a combat stance. Feet shoulder width apart, one slightly behind the other, arms extended out guarding his body and head. He exhaled and attacked.

He came in from Kakashi's blind side. Sasuke's left, Kakashi's right.

He planted his left foot and kicked with his right, aiming for the ribs. Kakashi easily blocked the strike. Sasuke foot hit the ground. He stepped, defence to attack and swung a punch. Kakashi moved to the side, his left arm coming across his body to close his hand round Sasuke's wrist. Twisting his body, he threw the boy into a mound of snow. Sasuke dusted himself off, scowled and attacked again.

He sprinted at Kakashi, sticking to the blindside and sliding along the floor, coming up behind Kakashi. He launched a roundhouse kick at Kakashi's back. The old shinobi ducked and swept away Sasuke's leg.

The boy fell but used his arms to keep himself up in a handstand position and flipped back from there, breathing hard. He ran at Kakashi, sticking to the blindside and slide across the floor. He came up behind Kakashi and went to roundhouse kick him but Kakashi ducked, twisted and jabbed Sasuke in the belly with his staff.

Sasuke stumbled, winded but jumped up and lashed out with a kick. Kakashi stepped back, leaning out of range. Sasuke landed, placed a foot and both hands on the ground and his foot arced round. However, his foot connected with wood. Kakashi had blocked it with his staff.

Sasuke sprung up, kicking up a clump of snow. Sasuke drew back his fist, launching a punch. Kakashi shouldn't of been able to block it, but when the snow cleared, Kakashi had Sasuke's arm in a lock by the side of his body. He let go but the boy didn't attack.

"Ok. That's it for today." Kakashi yawned.

"That's it?" Sasuke asked.

Kakashi nodded. "I am old and tired. Besides, it's important to have plenty of rest."

"Ah, whatever." Sasuke stalked off. He started practising, pounding against the trees. Kakashi just sat against the trees and took out a book. Between punches and kicks, Sasuke snuck a glance at the novel.

MAKE OUT PARADISE, it read.

"Stupid old pervert..." Muttered Sasuke.

After Sasuke had finished he picked up the sword. He drove it into the tree. Kakashi had walked over. He pulled the sword from the tree. Sasuke didn't give it a second glance.

"Destroy it."

"Why?"

"I can't look at it. It makes me sick."

"It's a tool. A weapon. It can give you a advantage so use it."

"How?"

"I'll teach you. It will be part of your training."

"What will you train me in?"

"Everything I can. This includes Kenjutsu, the art of the sword."

Kakashi twirled it round in his hand. He showed Sasuke how to hold it.

"Yes, fingers slightly lower. You're gripping it too tight. Loosen up. Legs further apart."

Sasuke held the sword, but it felt unnatural and the weight stunted.

Kakashi seemed to notice this. "It will feel weird at first. You need practice."

He showed Sasuke a series of cuts and slices.

"Practice these until they become instictual and easy."

Sasuke nodded. It made sense. Once they became second nature he could use them in a fight without worrying. He yawned. It was late.

"Go to bed." Kakashi told him.

"You're not my parent." Sasuke retorted.

"No, but I am your teacher, and you can't train at your best if you're tired."

Sasuke couldn't think anything to say to he retired to the cave.

So Sasuke trained. Days blurred to months, months to years. He grew tall and strong.

His skills evolved. He was stronger, better. But he had always known this day would come.

Kakashi called him over. Sasuke could see something was wrong.

Sasuke scowled. That had become his default expression over the years.

"What?"

"Have some manners. I trained you better than that. Anyway, you need to leave."

"W-What?"

"I've trained you enough. You can't spend your life stuck up a mountain with me."

"You're a brat, arrogant and a pain but you could become strong shinobi. I'm glad I could train you."

Sasuke clenched his teeth. He hated to admit it, but Kakashi had aided him and he couldn't help but respect him. He knew it would be better to leave, but that didn't make it any easier.

Did he have bond with Kakashi? Kakashi had been good to him after all. Besides, he was his teacher. Kakashi handed him a package.

"Things for your journey." He explained. "Food, water and supplies."

"T-Thank you... S-Sensei." Sasuke muttered. He realised he was smiling? His face hurt. He wasn't used to making a happy expression.

The old shinobi smiled. "Good luck."

"Any ideas where to go?"

"Join a guild. It will help you get strong. I recommend Fairy Tail. I was acquainted with their Master."

"Right."

Sasuke picked up his sword and started to walk away. He didn't look back.

A/N: Not really happy with this chapter. This story has been deleted and rewritten so I have recycled the plot-line but have rewritten the chapters with better grammar and more detail. I currently am not planning to have a pair for Sasuke. Maybe later in the story but sorry if that's what you were reading this for. As for Sasuke's role in the guild, you will see. I know some people may of been expecting me to carry on with the story, but I need to do the backstory before I get back into the proper plot. Sorry, but that's whats happening. Sasuke will hopefully get to interact with the guild in the next chapter. I may be talking about the Fairy Tail manga down here so spoilers. Next Chapter up either next week or week after that.

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