Exaltation.
A/N: New chapter:) Well, my vacation is almost coming to an end –sobs-, BUT: Tonight is a great night: The new season of Lost is going to start! XD Whoopee! I've waited so long for it to air again… I love Fridays! X3
Disclaimer: Don't own it…
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Chapter six.
Dark clouds started to form into impending shapes, dominating the once-blue sky. Soon rain began to fall silently, refreshing the plants and soaking the forest's floor. The sound of falling water arose as a streak of lighting flashed through the air, indicating the beginning of a powerful exhibition of Mother Nature. One could take it as a warning to flee and hide in their homes. But a certain person didn't care about the drops of rain that clouded his sight, nor did he pay attention to the rumbling sky above him as he silently strode further.
His footsteps left trails in the newly-formed mud pools. Light green eyes were directed to the path in front of them, occasionally casting a glance towards the small form that was hanging around a pair of shoulders like a lifeless porcelain doll.
He thought it was a fitting comparison. She truly looked like one of those frail beings, only her eyes made her stand out among the others. Although they were hidden behind closed lids now, he had seen them when they were looking at him, wide with fear.
Moonstone.
He liked the moon.
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Wet.
He felt liquid dripping on his face, slowly trailing down his cheek and falling onto the leafs beneath him with a soft flick. A flash of light got through his closed eyelids, soon followed by the sound of upcoming thunder.
Green eyes looked at him from out of the dark, a glance full of unhidden malice. He knew he recognized them from something, but what? The vague pain that he felt was beginning to throb heavily, sending a wave of nausea through his entire body, crawling in his intestines like a slithering serpent.
Dark orbs opened and a body shot up, bending forwards. The sound of throwing up was concealed by the rumbling air.
Wiping his mouth off Itachi looked down, noticing his tantō was still penetrating his chest. Encircling long fingers around the knife, he pulled it out with one single sweep, not even cringing as pain shot through him once again. New blood began to stream out of the gash, but he didn't care. Looking at the weapon, stained with his own blood, he wondered inwardly.
It had missed any vital organs, only punctured tissue right next to his heart.
How strange.
He had seen it in the eyes of the boy. There, hidden in the invisible depths, had lain the murder intent of a true predator. Bloodlust that a wolf held as he circled around a caught sheep, ready to devour it any moment. Itachi had seen it, and recognized it, because it was once the same look he saw when he looked into a mirror.
The redhead had wanted to finish him off, desired to slaughter him in front of the eyes of a girl. But as the voice of that girl had spoken up, shivering slightly, something restrained him from doing so.
He smirked slightly.
Hinata seemed to have that effect on his kind.
Wondering how late it was, Itachi sent a glance towards the sky, though it showed him nothing new: obscure clouds hid the sky from his view.
A stinging feeling, aside from the slight pain in his chest, by his abdomen got his attention. Dried blood was sticking the shredded cloak, but the rain had washed most of the red liquid out of the wound, leaving only a large hole.
He would have to get that bullet out of his body.
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A curt knock got his attention.
With a slight creek the door was opened and a brown-haired man stepped inside, not bothering to wait for permission to enter. "Uchiha. I've got some information." His tone indicated that he was bored as hell, and he did nothing to hide that fact.
Although a bit disturbed by the discourteous manners of the man, Sasuke ignored his first hunch to insult him in a very colourful manner and nodded sternly. "Go on."
Lazily the man spoke up again. "I've found the latest resident of your brother. He wasn't present at the time, but sources have pointed out that he had left not too long ago…To me it looks that he is quite alive." Shikamaru sat down while he got himself some sake, still looking as if he would rather be asleep.
The Uchiha kept silent, although fuming on the inside.
So it was true after all.
That fucking bastard still lived.
He scowled, glaring dangerously at the lazy man in front of him now. "What the fuck are you waiting for then?! Find him!"
Shikamaru wasn't impressed by the death glare and slowly heaved himself out of the comfy chair. 'Maybe the Uchiha should consider looking for a shrink. Those family issues don't seem too healthy to me...', he mused inwardly. Leaving the office, he could feel the heated stare of his 'employer' burning a hole in his back.
"Jesus…And here I thought Ino was a bitch…" Making sure Sasuke hadn't heard that last part, Shikamaru closed the door and headed towards the exit. He needed some rest. Dealing with moody people was really asking too much of his energy.
Standing in the doorway, he sighed very, very deeply while casting a glance towards the deserted streets.
Goddamnit.
It was raining. Hard.
And of course he didn't have his umbrella with him.
How troublesome…
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A pale hand was lifted shakily. Fingers pressed against the misty window, slowly travelling down the cool glass, drawing thin lines on it. A small sob escaped through quivering lips.
Where had she gotten herself into now?
Why did these things seem to happen only to her?
Why?
Why?
Why…?
Another sob was heard, this time a bit louder. A streak of lightening flashed through the dark air once again, like a bad omen. The girl crouched down even more. She didn't like thunder. It was always so… loud.
The rumbling sky reached her eardrums, sounding awfully close this time. She squeaked softly, no longer able to hide her fear for the violence of nature. A single tear left her opal eyes and travelled down to her chin, dripping onto her stained nightgown.
Out of nowhere a hand reached out and was put on her mouth. Yelping upon feeling the touch, the girl found those light-green eyes staring at her once again, de rest of the body hidden in shadows. She shivered unconsciously.
The other leaned slightly forward, his impassive face now and then lit up by the bolt of thunder outside.
"Don't cry." A hoarse voice cracked throughout the darkness.
The girl didn't move anymore, only looked with wide eyes from utter shock as the room was lit up once again and his face was right in front of her, their noses almost touching.
"Understood...?" Hot breath was felt against her cheek as she finally nodded. The hand left her mouth and she let out a trembling breath. His face was still right in front of her, green eyes locking with snow-white ones.
She wanted to tear her gaze out of his grasp, but couldn't. Unwillingly and unconsciously to both sides, he told her a story.
A story that she did not want to see, hear or know. Again, she shivered as a crying child's voice rang through her thoughts, echoing in her soul.
"Mamma!
Mamma!
Don't leave me, mamma!"
The terrible vision of a bloodied corpse flooded into her mind. Tears came once again as she couldn't push the horrific image away, couldn't protect herself from the torment that it brought upon her. She saw the child as it tried to hug the dead person, hands stained with red blood.
"You have to get up mamma, daddy will come soon…! Please mamma, don't leave me alone!
Don't leave me alone with him!"
The girl shuddered in fright. It reminded her so of… herself…
…her own life…
She closed her eyes tightly as she parted her lips, whispering those tormenting words as she couldn't stop herself. "Please mamma, don't leave me alone with daddy… You have got to come back…"
Opening her eyes, she saw him freeze; the indifferent look in his eyes faded as it was replaced with recognition.
"What is your name?" The hoarse voice broke through the silence that seemed like it had endured for an eternity.
It took her a while before she could answer, the image of the broken child still haunting her.
"H-Hyuuga… Hi-Hinata…"
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He saw her shudder in fright as tears filled her eyes.
Weird girl.
He wasn't that scary. Wanting to leave this easily frightened mouse, he already made an attempt to move away, but her quivering voice held him from doing so.
"Please mamma, don't leave me alone with daddy… You have got to come back…"
Gaara froze.
She said what?
He looked back at the girl, wanting to see in her eyes why she had whispered those words.
How did she know?
Those were the same words that haunted him in his dreams, in his head, his mind. Every moment of the day, every second of the night.
He saw that she had opened her eyes yet again, moonstone orbs looking at him as if they could see right through him. Who was this?
"What is your name?"
She was silent for a few moments, as if afraid to speak to him. But he knew that the fear evident in her eyes wasn't entirely because of him.
"H-Hyuuga… Hi-Hinata…"
He stared at the trembling girl for a while, before he abruptly turned away from her and left the room, deserting her in the darkness once again.
Locking the door, he leaned against it.
Damn it.
The girl had unlocked old memories out of their prisons. Memories he had tried to forget, but never entirely succeeded into. He didn't know how, but somehow the girl had seen his past.
That thought didn't please him at all.
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He cringed slightly as he pushed two fingers inside the stinging hole, while the rest of his body already began to feel numb. Feeling around, his fingertips reached something solid.
Luck was on his side.
The bullet hadn't gone too deep.
Clenching his teeth, Itachi tried to get the piece of contorted metal out of the wound. But after two failed attempts, he couldn't stand the tormenting pain any longer and heaved.
Damnit.
He had gotten through worse, so why wasn't this working?
Looking around, his eyes fell onto the bloodied knife that was lying next to him in the damp grass. A smirk graced his lips.
That would do just fine.
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End of chapter six.
A/N: Phew!! Finally I've updated! Sorry, it took a bit longer than I originally expected. I have started with a few new stories, I hope to post those too someday! Anyway, I'm going to learn Maths now, Tuesday I've got a test… -.-' Whoopee…