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To See With Eyes Untainted

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"Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable."

― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

The sky was a crimson red and marred by black clouds.

Itachi did not like his mindscape much. It was a reminder of all his sins, the sins that kept him up at night, that made him hesitant to touch his precious little brother, afraid to besmirch his innocence with his blood-soaked fingers. I've always been a prodigy. He thought, mockingly.

His feet made squelching noises as he walked over the bloody battlefield, following his instincts to find the source of the foreign presence in his mind. As he walked, he could feel himself getting closer and closer, the beings' presence becoming so strong that he actually tripped and, had it not been for a nearby tree, would have fallen onto the burnt corpse of a Rock-nin.

He came upon a new place in his mindscape. Though, he supposed, it could not really be considered part of his mindscape, because he was quite positive there had never been a metal grille on his battlefield.

He wanted to investigate the new section of his (or rather, his new mind-mates') mind, but instead he drew his attention to the blonde teenager who was perched casually on top of a tall pillar.

The blue-eyed man sat up straighter when he saw him, his eyes widening minutely.

"Itachi?"

Said boy quirked his eyebrows and ignored the incredulous tone of the man's voice. "Who are you, how do you know me, and what are you doing in my mind?"

But the teen ignored his question like Itachi had just done, and instead muttered, "Itachi, Itachi, it had to be Itachi. Sure, I realized I was stuck in some guys' mindscape, and the sky looks a little familiar, but… Itachi?"

The stranger began to convulse. Itachi, not realizing what was going on, stepped forward in concern for the man's sanity, only to be taken aback when the man began to laugh.

It wasn't the quiet type of laugh, the one where you chuckle a little at a funny joke, nor the ha-ha-you've-just-been-pranked kind of laugh, but the uncontrollable, insane kind, the one where you can't help but roll around gasping for air kind of laugh.

Of course, rolling wasn't exactly a good idea when on top of a pillar.

So, before Itachi's confused eyes, the man fell, laughing all the way down, before he landed in an unholy crunch that made Itachi wince.

There was silence, as the man (who was completely unharmed, it being a mindscape and all) and the boy stared at each other. Blue met black, startled met shocked.

And then they were both laughing.

Well, technically, Itachi didn't really laugh. But he couldn't help the involuntary twitch at the corner of his mouth, nor the puff of air he let out in an attempt to hold back an unseemly snort of amusement towards this ridiculous man. And, to those who knew him, that reaction was as good as if he was laughing like the blonde, and that's all that really mattered.

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After a while, the man sat up again, wiping stray tears out of his eyes. "S-sorry about that."

"…" Itachi found it hard to collect his thoughts. The blonde stranger was an anomaly, someone who had managed to coax such vivid emotions from him in less than a minute upon meeting him. Despite himself, Itachi felt drawn towards the other.

The teen rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "Ha-ha…. Umm… Anyways… I'm going to be camping out in your head for a while, at least until I can find my way out. You don't mind that, right?"

Itachi found it in himself to repeat his earlier questions. "Who are you? How do you know me? Why are you here?"

The older boy's eyes widened. "Oh! Right. Well, you see… I'm from the future. I've come back to change everything, believe it!"

Itachi blinked twice, rapidly. "What?"

"I can't really tell you much about it, sorry. Time paradox and all that. 'Sides, I need to make sure that I only change the important stuff, 'ya know?" The teen grinned, the whiskers on the side of his face crinkling with the pure smile he made.

"… Proof. Where's your proof?" Itachi refused to believe such a ridiculous thing. But then again…

"Ehhh? Proof?" The stranger was silent for a second, scratching his head. "What's the date?"

Itachi supplied him with the date, and waited patiently for the teen to figure something out.

"There's not really much going on for a few years… So…" He looked up at Itachi. "Orochimaru found the shed skin of a white snake on top of his parents' graves. It was the beginning of his obsession with immortality. You can confirm with the Sandaime." He nodded his head twice, his arms crossed in front of him, scrunching his face in concentration.

If he is right… Nobody but Sandaime-sama should know about this… if he's right! Itachi stared at the teen a little longer, trying to discern a truth that supposedly did not exist.

With a sigh, he gave in. "I will be back once I ask. You better not be lying to me." With one last glare, he backed away, not quite willing to turn his back on the stranger. Then, he dashed away from the clearing, only leaving when he felt that the teen had made no move to follow.

It was only after he had left that he realized that the stranger had not answered a single one of his questions.

Naruto looked at the spot where Itachi had disappeared from his sight with an amused look on his face.

"Who knew Itachi was such a cute kid."