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I'm sssssooooo sorry I haven't updated sooner!!!!! Please forgive me!!! But I've been constructing this story and it's going great! I've already got ch.3 written and it's being proofed now…
I'd like to think all those who reviewed and gave me their ideas on Kakashi's role. You'll see the results in the chapters he appears in. Thank you and again I'm sorry for the wait.
This chapter is dedicated to my friends were I used to work. Though they probably had no idea, they really inspired me to keep writing.
Chapter two: Dark Revelations
Darkness. The thick, choking kind; everywhere. It covered so much of the chamber, lingering across his skin in a sick, muggy way. His sole reliance was the dim crack in the far wall, through which a depressingly dim light leaked.
Normally, he was not one to be frightened by the dark, but as it was, in this empty cavern all his reason seemed to have dissipated.
He was terrified of something, a fear not even conceivable. So frightened, that he fought his way, desperately, to that dark illumination. But as fate would have it, no matter how fast he ran, or how desperately he wanted to reach it, the light never got any closer. At most, it just got further away.
Terrified of what would happen should he not reach this light, he never noticed that the floor seemed be falling, leaking away as his reason had, until it was too late.
He was falling, plunging deeper into the unknown. And that alone was enough to make his skin craw with terror.
Then, Just as suddenly as it started, his decent ceased, and he opened his eyes to find himself standing in front of large, gilded oak doors. Then, as if of their own accord, they opened, revealing a blinding bright light. Then, the atmosphere changed. The air around him was no longer sickeningly hot, but thin, and heart clenching. So bare, that it burned his lungs to breath. But he felt no chill, nothing. For he was numb, the sight in front of him enough to make his heart halt.
He stood in the doorway of a beautiful room, but its beauty was not seen at the moment. No, for the walls were smeared with a crimson liquid, and the floor held puddles of amethyst. And there, in the middle, standing over the muddled figures of a man and woman, stood an indescribable figure. Covered from head to toe in the thick substance, now seen to be the couple's life force. He held a long sword in one hand and the other was raised to his lips, tasting the dark liquid, a serine smile that held a hint of unstableness, and blazing eyes that regarded him calmly, as if this was normal, as though he did it every day. Those dark, claret eyes, the simple glint in them sent a shudder down his spine.
The only word he could utter was,
"I…Itachi?"
Dark, onyx eyes, lazily opened, blinking slowly in the bright morning light flooding the dark room. Slowly, a shaking hand wiped away the cold moister on his forehead. It was the same every night. The memories of his past would always come back to haunt him. And last night was no different.
Sighing, he rose from the warmth of his large four-poster bed. The twisted silken sheets falling from around his waist. Silent tears were flowing freely down his face, leaving trails of moister in their wake. Finally, he just collapsed, shuddering as the memories of old flew freely in his mind. Memories brought on by a never ending dream, a dream he'd been having for ever sense that revolting day.
Minutes past, before he gained control of himself, and slipped on his impenetrable mask. The one he'd mastered long ago, that was seen so often that many forgot what the boys old face even looked like. Glaring at nothing in particular, perhaps even his own weakness, he rose from the bed and slipped silently to his roomy, walk-in closet. Opening it he dressed quickly and walked into the large, connected bathroom. His bare feet made no sound at all as he crossed the white marble floor. Heading for the sink he bent over the cold metal basin and splashed cold water into his face.
"Why? Why do I keep thinking of them?"
Drying his face he grabbed his comb and combed his limp hair away from his still moist face. After spiking his hair to its trademark style, he brushed his teeth. Content with his appearance, he quit the room and entered the dark hallway.
Just as silently as before, he slowly crept down the long corridor and descended the oak staircase, entering the door on his right that lead into the kitchen.
No on was there, but that came as no surprise. For he forbid any of the servants come until noon and it was only eight.
Grabbing a bowl off of the counter he proceeded to make himself a bowl of cereal. Once he was settled at the bar, he turned on the small kitchen television. It immediately turned to the news. Five minutes after turning it on, a newscast caught his attention.
A lady with long black hair came on screen.
Early this morning authorities have filed a missing person file. One Harono Sakio was forced of the road this morning into the surrounding woods. Authorities were unable to find a body and the car behind the 'attack' was unidentified. The Hokage believes it may be a related crime to the death of husband Harono Misou ten years ago. Leaving 17 year old daughter Harono Sakura hares to the Harono fortune."
The news then switched to a story of 50 high school girls jumping in front of a train, but Sasuke was too lost in thought to care.
Still moving as if it wasn't he wasn't even alive, but some outside force was moving his lifeless body, he opened his laptop, and opened his e-mails. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and his breathing hitched. Then with out word he rose from his chair and walked purposely towards the double doors of his house. Slipping on his navy blue sandals, he opened the doors, grabbed his keys, and left his empty mansion.
The laptop still sat on the table, looking as innocent as ever, the open e-mail still untouched. Reading,
Dear Sasuke,
Met me in the park, at the east gate, at 8:30 sharp. We have much to discuss about what happened 'That Day'. Don't be late. Come alone.
H.S.
Scene Change
He felt like he'd been waiting for hours. True he'd only been there for fifteen minutes, but still he couldn't stand waiting. Running his fingers though his crimson locks, he felt a thrill of anxiety rush though him at the site of any car that looked about to stop. So it was no surprise that when the black Saturn drove up he freaked and started pacing thinking of what he would say after all these years.
Needless to say he nearly fell over when he saw it was only Sasuke. A very forlorn Sasuke at that.
"Sasuke." He said, nodding to him, trying desperately to act composed. "I'm guessing you got a letter from her too then?"
"Gaara." Nodded Sasuke. "And yes, I did."
Glancing around, "It's strange, why here? This park is so open. Why not somewhere more discrete?" his gaze fell on the children running around the play set some hundred yards away.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Sighed Gaara, running his fingers through his hair. "Heh, but for someone so insistent we come on time, she is rather late herself."
"That's because I had some 'difficulties' to 'get rid' of."
Both of the boys exchanged surprised looks, both surprised she had snuck up on them. Turning slowly, they were both surprised at what they saw.
"Sa….Sakura?" stuttered Gaara.
The grinning girl before them was so different from the small innocent girl they half expected. She stood there, leaning against a tree with one pale, slender leg bent against the bark. Exposed completely from the silky black skirt that clung to all her curves. The tight purple shirt left little to the imagination as it's low cut exposed just enough to make any man drop what he was doing and stare, but still remain decent. Her long, silken pink hair was gently swaying in the breeze. But the most profound change were her eyes. Those emerald orbs that looked so empty the last time they saw her, now were lit with a frightening light. Those emerald orbs, so darkly haunting.
"Yes Gaara, it's me." She smiled her trademark grin. Moving away from the tree, they both saw the flash of metal that was the deadly blade attached to her thigh.
"Sa…Sakura!" Exclaimed Sasuke, running to her and picking her nearly off the ground in a hug. "I've missed you forehead! You've grown."
"Yeah! You too chicken-head. I feel so short now! It's so good to see you!"
Still smiling she turned to Gaara. Her eyes lightly dimming.
"Gaara…. You've changed too." She came to him gently brushing his hair away from the red love symbol burned onto his forehead. "Him?" She said, looking into his eyes. Still, surprisingly, smiling.
He moved back, searching her eyes for something. "A lot's changed. You should know that."
"I know." she said, her expression instantly changing. "And that's why I'm here. Because I know who did it. I know who killed our parents. Akatsuki Corporation"
Silence pursued this claim, and all that was heard was the children in the background, continuing as though nothing had changed. And for them, it hadn't. But to the three people standing in the middle of that parks entrance, it made a world of difference.
With a sigh of desperation, Gaara sat heavily on the bench. Staring a proverbial hole into the ground.
Sighing just as Gaara had, Sasuke turned and walked to the swing on the other side of the road, staring at the trees behind them.
Sakura glanced from Gaara to Sasuke and back again before following Sasuke. She stopped right in front of him, her eyes hard and unreadable.
Sasuke didn't even glance up, he just sighed and began.
"Sakura, you're here, and that's great. But I know who killed my parents. Hell I was there. But Akatsuki corp. isn't one to take lightly."
Leaning towards him Sakura sighed.
"Sasuke, I heard about what happened and I wish it hadn't, but you know he is not the main culprit. They hired him…."
"LOOK!" yelled Sasuke, "I'm tired of pointing fingers in blame! Yes HE ordered them to be killed, but regardless of Itachi's motivation, he did their bidding. He was the one who sliced them into pieces and bled then dry at the first command! It's his fault." He looked away defeated. "No, it's my fault. I should've been faster, stronger. I should've been able to stop him!" Tears leaked from onyx eyes and he wiped at them harshly.
Sakura stood up and regarded him coldly. Her light eyes darkening.
"Then stop whining. If you think your weak, get stronger. Train yourself. Do something about it. Don't just sit there playing the 'I'm so sad and pathetic' card. As for him, he deserves to die. He and everyone else at Akatsuki corp. so either you stay here and feel like a sniveling pansy for the rest of your life, or you grow some balls and join me."
Grey clouds, with silver linings engulfed the midday sky and thunder sounded bringing them all out of their secluded worlds.
Stepping towards Sasuke, she bent down and kissed his cheek. Before leading him over to Gaara.
"I really am sorry to drop this on you two so suddenly, but the two of you are the only ones I trust. I'm asking you to come and help me, but know this, with or without you I AM going. Think about it. I'll see you soon."
With that she turned on her heel, walking off just as the first glistering drop of rain hit the ground.
(End chappie 2)
So what do you think? Good enough to continue? I know they're OOC, but that's just how my plot's changed them…I'll try to make them as normal as my plot allows. (smiles meekly at glaring plot monster) Please tell me your thoughts. But, again all flames will be used to make smores for Gaara.
Okay new pole!!!
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Lee
Shino
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