Hey! It's me Urufu-chan again! I'm back with chapter 2, but first I must thank my reviewers. (I'm still surprised I got 11 reviews. O.o I was expecting like, 3.)
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So here I go with my awful chapter (I honestly hate my writting, it's so bland and icky.)
Itachi sat on his bed, stiff muscles aching in protest as he shifted uncomfortably. He rubbed his should tenderly, cursing quietly when the muscle throbbed back at him. He sighed, leaning back on the soft mattress, thinking of the past week.
First he thought back to the day he first sensed the stranger. Later that evening, while he was polishing his weapons, he noticed the small amount of blood that had pooled in the corner of the kunai. The blood was already dried and flaky, making him wonder why. It couldn't have from another day, or body he added dryly, because he prided himself on handling his weapons with great care, cleaning them anytime he got the chance. He noticed when he put his thumb over the blood, instead of being cold like the rest of the kunai; it was fairly warm, like fresh blood.
After that day, he returned to the forest, and to his surprise, he could sense the person near him again. Much like the first day, he ended up chasing after them, dodging trees and throwing kunai and shuriken into the dense foliage. This happened the next day also, and the next, and the next. It was safe to say he had developed a sort of game with this person, but it was more of a competitive desire to catch the unnamed stranger.
For nearly the whole week, he had gone back to the forest, getting closer and closer to catching them each time. Something drove him, a fierce determination to catch the shadow that had been in his dreams. Alas, the last two day he was on a mission and returned to late to consider pursuing the stranger. He went straight home, plopping down uncharacteristically onto his bed; the events of the week finally getting to him. The missions, the chases, all took a toll on him, yet for the first time in a while, the soreness of his body didn't bother him as much as it used to.
The stranger haunted his thoughts, creeping in when he least expected it, hanging over him like a dark cloud. He yearned to put a name and face together, but he could not ever get close enough. He sighed again, concluding that said person must be female, for they were too troublesome to be male.
Stretching a pale, muscular arm out, he flicked the lamp light off, bathing the room in darkness. He left his window open; allowing the moonlight to flood inside, giving whatever it touched a soft white glow. The stars were twinkling brightly this night, as if they were laughing at him, laughing at his misfortune.
A soft knock came from the door, echoing in the large room. "Come in." he said in his usual monotone, covering up the fact that he was in pain. The door inched open, and in came a tired-looking Sasuke, bags under his eyes, shoulders slumped. He held the door open with one hand, half in and half out of the room, as if he was just there to say a few words. He was silent for a moment, as to which Itachi raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Sasuke?" Sasuke stood there still, opening and closing his mouth to get the feel of the words he was trying to say. He unconsciously clenched and unclenched his hands, nervous. Itachi was never one for patience, so after a moment of silence he finished for his brother, "Good night Sasuke."
Sasuke looked up in alarm, not expecting his brother's voice to ring out so finally in the silence. He looked down to the floor, sweating. "Yeah, good night Aniki." He nearly croaked out, but his voice was small, with the slightest bit of reluctance in it. He padded out of the room, frustrated. He was usually proud and demanding, but when faced with his brother he felt weak. Looking into those emotionless dark grey eyes stilled him, driving out any courage he had.
Itachi looked at the door after Sasuke left for a moment, before lying back in the neat jumble of blankets that was his bed and deciding that whatever Sasuke wanted to ask or tell him could wait till morning.
Soundless footsteps covered the ground with practiced precision, not leaving any signs behind. Naruto slunk into the Uchiha compound as a shadow, stepping along the walls and abandoned houses scattered around. Old lamps and fans shifted in the breeze, blowing the faint scent of dried blood around. Naruto wrinkled her nose is disgust, placing a clawed hand over her nose and mouth to block out the sickening smell. She looked around, taking in the eeriness of it all, realizing these houses must have seen more bloodshed than she herself.
The blonde decided it was safe to pick up the speed a little, moving in a soft trot around the compound. The moonlight cast long shadows of the girl running, the only notification that she was even there, for was one to look they would have seen nothing. Maneuvering around aimlessly, she admitted she was a little lost, until finally, she came upon one of the largest homes, decorated with large blue banners with the Uchiha symbol sewn into them. This house admittedly didn't smell strongly of the blood, she guessed it had something to do with the fact there were people actually living it in, therefore they must constantly clean it.
Slinking around the house she peered into the house from a window, absentmindedly searching for something in the inky darkness. She hopped mutely inside, looking around at the temperature-controlled environment. It was lightly furnished, not many useless knick-knacks that most families had lying around. She carefully stepped onto the textured flooring, uncomfortably moving around the dark house on the balls of her feet, ready to spring to action at a moment's notice. Her blue eyes scanned the room, locking on a shelf planted on an opening to a hallway. She reached up and took a hold of a light-wooded frame, taking in the picture trapped behind the glass.
It was one of the intruder of her forest, who she dubbed a weasel for bearing a striking resemblance to a personality of one in her opinion, and his family it seemed, all together for a portrait. She studied them closely; the eldest male she guessed was the father looked stern, almost bored. The female looked happy, her hand resting on a little boy's shoulder who was slightly smiling, and then there was the weasel. He was off to the side, close enough to be in the photo, but far away enough to seem as if he wasn't exactly part of the family. He looked a little younger than what she had seen in the forest, but still nearly emotionless.
Naruto furrowed her brow in confusion while putting the frame back down with a small "thunk". She looked around in a panic, wondering if anyone had heard the soft sound. There was silence. She found herself more paranoid from that little sound then when she came in, taking even lighter steps down the hallway now. With every inch of space she covered she could feel herself getting claustrophobic, feeling as though the darkness was closing in around her. She started to sweat, her vision blurring. Putting a hand on the wall to remind herself of the space she had, she continued, feeling the soft texture of the wall which suddenly dipped into a door. She nearly fell over, the door opening with a slight squeak that made her heart stop.
Shuffling of bed sheets was heard, then the deathly silence of the night resumed.
Naruto put her head through the crack in the door, scanning the inky-black bedroom, before laying her eyes on a small mound curled up in sheets on the bed. Naruto gripped her hand on the edge of the door, pushing it gently open so she could get in. The door squeaked in protest again, making the mound shuffle around and face towards her. She clutched the edge of the door tightly, waiting for the person in the mound to spot her, but it just continued sleeping, mumbling incoherently in their dreams.
She softly made her way to the bed, peaking at the person bundled in the sheets. The comforter was draped over their face, so she hesitantly leaned over the person and flicked the comforter aside with a claw. The person mumbled lazily some more before their eyes slowly fluttered open. The fox girl recognized the person; it was the boy in the picture she had recently seen, although he was much older. Naruto's heart stilled again, this time in shock as the boy looked at her with blank, sleepy eyes before rolling over, his hair falling into his face.
Naruto slowly backtracked towards the door, putting her hands slightly in front of her in a defensive position. She pushed the door aside and closed it softly behind her, wincing as it clicked shut. Her eyes wide, heart racing, she mentally thanked whatever good god was out there for not letting the smaller boy wake up and see her fully. Taking deep breaths, she backed away from the door and down the hall once more, letting herself be engulfed into the shadows. Her back bumped against another textured door, clicking in place as it was already closed. She whirled around quickly, and stared at the door with wide eyes as if it was the death god coming to take her soul. After a few excruciating moments of silence, she reached forward and grasped the knob with her fingertips. Slowly rotating the knob she pressed herself against it, pushing it into the hinges to mute any sound that may erupt from the squeaky door as it did with the last.
The door flew open smoothly without a sound, letting the moonlight that was flooding into the room stream into the hallway, blessing the dark artifacts with the same white glow. Unlike the other room, this was much larger and the light source only helped reinforce it. The bed was pushed closer to the window, and the figure in it could be easily defined as a man, rather than a mound. Naruto crept up next to the bed like she did with the last, and balanced on the balls of her feet in order to get a better look.
And there he was.
It was her so-called weasel sleeping peacefully in the bed, his face relaxed rather than set in the emotionless stone she hated so. He was extremely handsome, pale flawless skin with long dark hair; usually pull into a pony tail, which flowed over the pillows. He also had two lines under his eyes, what she could only assume were stress lines.
She had followed him ever since that day in the forest, trying to learn more about him through his actions. She had to admit she enjoyed the game they made out of it, and when he didn't show up those two days, she was slightly hurt. She was determined to find out why he was so emotionless, what made him that way, and if there were others like him. The blonde decided that if he wasn't going to go to her willingly, she was going to have to make him.
Her eyes scanned the room, looking for something, anything really that sparked her interest. Soon she let out a low, almost mute growl of frustration at not being able to find anything. The fox girl was just about to give up when she noticed the moonlight reflecting off something on the nightstand, hidden slightly behind the lamp. Picking it up, she noticed that it was a necklace, held together with a thin black leather cord. The triple silver necklace shone brightly, the moonlight reflecting off of it and bouncing around the walls as she twirled the smooth circles in her hands. On the back of the middle piece, she noticed that there was something etched into it, twisting along the outer edge of the piece. Itachi, she realized was carved into it, as she looked between the necklace and said teenager, deducing that the necklace must be of some importance to him if he had his name craved into it.
And now that she thought about it... yes, the wea- Itachi had been wearing something around his neck the last few times she's seen him. It's perfect, she thought, he was a smart boy, he would figure it out. Casting a slight smirk in his direction Naruto gripped the necklace tightly and stalked out of the open window quietly, looking over her shoulder too check on Itachi's condition. Still sound asleep; she took one last look at him before hopping out the window and slinking from behind the building and into the clearing in front of the house, in plain sight. Reminding herself that this is why she hated being in homes and the village in general, she took steady deep breaths to calm herself from her earlier panic, and without looking back she took off once more to her sanctuary, her home.
So that was the 2nd chapter! It was a little longer, and I'll try to make the next even longer 'kay? So REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Come on people! Please? You don't even have to have an account to review so why not??? PLEASE? (*sigh* sorry for spazzing, but what can I say? I'm a review-holic.)