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Okay, chapter 6.

It's a flashback chapter, because I didn't include one in the last chapter. I wrote -ohgod- romance. I can't believe it.

Flashback: Kira (aged 13)

"Your stance is wrong. Again." Itachi grumbled, lowering the kunai in his hand. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was actually annoyed with me, which is surprising because any emotion within the Uchiha was a surprise in itself.

"What? No it's not! It's perfect, thank you very much!" I yelled, slowly adjusting myself back to the correct stance so he didn't see me.

"That's because you just corrected yourself, idiot." Itachi sighed, pulling his hand over his face.

"Nope, you didn't see anything! Is that Sharingan really as good as everybody says it is, because you're obviously seeing things." I said, childishly. My lie was obvious, and Itachi glowered at me, but only for a second. I know he didn't mean it, just making an insult to the Sharingan is like saying he looks like a girl. It's a blow to his ego.

But on the contrary, he didn't look like a girl. Not at all. From training with him almost every night for a few months, it was a simple, yet obvious obervation.

Itachi Uchiha was hot.

Yup, I hate myself for even thinking about it, but his attractive features were kind of hard to miss.

That didn't distract me from trying to kick his ass though. Raising our kunai again, we both ran towards eachother, our kunai clashing in a mixture of sparks, battling it out with taijutsu. Itachi's Sharingan was turned off, which was a relief for me. I took a swing at his legs, only for him to flip backwards, and come at me again, kunai raised. I avoided barely, twisting towards the left and retaliating with a good elbow to his ribs. He wasn't expecting this, and bulged forwards, skidding back a few feet.

I back flipped away from him. Not one of those ninja back flip thingys, but more of a gymnastics back flip where you bend you back over flexibly and twist your arms around so that it looks professional and awesome.

I grinned, I always was flexible. Itachi looked at me with mild surprise, before smirking and disappearing from in front of me.

"Remember. Never take your eyes off your opponent." A soft voice from behind me spoke into my ear. I suppressed the urge to shiver, and quickly twisted around, pulling my kunai upwards, deflecting Itachi's attack. I managed to in the nick of time. The end of his kunai caught my cheek though, scratching it, causing a small like of blood to appear.

He looked startled for a few seconds, before sighing and putting his kunai away. "I apologise. I wasn't meant to intentionally hurt you." Itachi said politely.

I looked at him, raising my eyebrows. "You have nothing to be sorry for, geez. It's a spar, we're bound to get hurt. And the point of being a ninja is you intentionally harm, but I know what you mean, and you don't have to be sorry for it."

Itachi looked at me for a second before nodding. But when he spoke, his voice was a lot quieter than usual.

"Is that what you think being a ninja is about? Intentionally harming others?"

I looked at Itachi, who was looking at me with his usual stoic face on, although his eyes were questioning.

"Of course not, you know what I believe about being a ninja anyway. Although, within a ninja battle, most of the time, the intention is to harm the opponent." I replied, shrugging slightly.

Itachi had become kind of weird. He was asking me weird, philosophical things that I just couldn't answer. I didn't know what was the matter, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with his clan. But whatever it was, he was keeping me well out of the way of it. I didn't want to ask about it though, because it was probably private and if he got mad at me, I'd have no friends and be forced to hang out by myself, or, God forbid, Jirou.

Itachi just nodded, turning away to look at the sun, which was setting slowly. Normally our spars went on until the night, but tonight I was just not feeling up to much. Anyway, I wanted to ask Itachi something.

"Hey, Itachi?" I asked, sitting down on the grass, wiping away the line of blood from being nicked with Itachi's kunai. Itachi joined me, sitting himself down next to me, watching the sun set from behind the trees of the training ground. He turned to look at me, telling me that I had his attention.

"I've had an idea. You know that my family came from a long line of blacksmiths?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. He nodded silently. Itachi's definitely a man of a few words, I'll tell you that.

"Well, the other day, I was visiting my old family house. I went into the basement of my house, only to find all this weird blacksmith machinery stuff in there. So I had an idea." I spoke, smirking.

Itachi didn't say anything, so I continued.

"I want to make my own weapon."

Itachi blinked. "Do you even know how?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows ever so slightly. I nodded, although it was delayed.

"Sort of. I think I can at least make a weapon. I just need the material for it. I have a brief memory of my parents showing me how to shape metals. So if I had the material, I think I could shape it into the weapon that I want."

My parents had an awesome blacksmith and weaponry business. I knew they made a lot of money and we were quite well off. Despite this, they were also shinobi, it making business hard to handle, so we sold the business to some family, I forgot who. I never even knew that we still had equipment from back then, so it was surprising to see it rusting in the bottom of my basement.

"Kira, are you sure that's a good idea? Handling equipment like that might not be safe. How long has it been there anyway?" Itachi questioned, obviously frowning now.

I'm quite flattered that Itachi has opened up so much to me. Normally, he doesn't show much emotion around anybody else, but I can read his eyes like a book when he's around me. It makes me almost happy.

"Well, it's been there for a few years, but it doesn't matter. And anyway, it doesn't matter whether it's safe or not, because you're going to help me."

I don't know why he was so surprised, I mean, I didn't just bring it up for no reason.

"Oh? Who says?" He said, smirking at me. I just grinned happily at him, pointing my index finger at myself. He just raised his eyebrows at me again, contemplating the thought over in his head.

"Well what's in it for me?" ...I blinked. I hadn't really thought that he would expect something from it. I sighed dramatically.

"Oh Itachi, Itachi, Itachi. Can't you just do it from the goodness of your heart?" I asked, putting on my fake tears and everything.

Itachi just looked at me for a moment before sighing and laying back completely, his head in the grass.

"Maybe. Give it time. If my father lets me have time off from training." He looked a little unhappy at that. I decided not to pry, but instead lay down with him, my head twisted in the direction he was laying in.

Deciding to make myself more comfortable, I pulled (or struggled to pull) the hair-tie out of my hair, letting the red waves of hair cascade down onto the grass around me. I sighed in contempt. This was more comfortable.

It wasn't romantic or anything, it was just enjoying the company of somebody who I can actually tolerate. There was silence, but it wasn't an awkward silence. It was more comfortable than anything.

Before I knew it, my eyelids were drooping down, sleep encasing me.

"Hey, Kira?" Itachi asked. But I was already asleep.

I pried my eyes open with a snap. It was mostly silence, save a few hoots from an owl or other random animal noises. I blinked, trying to remember where I was. Oh.

Oh.

I had fallen asleep in the training grounds with Itachi. How embarrassing.

However embarrassing falling asleep was, it was nothing compared to the current position I was in.

I was laying on my back, although my head was drooped to the side, resting on the crook of Itachi's neck. My arms were spread out at odd angles, and were stiff when I moved them. Our bodies were in close proximity of each others, and our faces were fairly close together.

How did I even get in this position?

Looking at Itachi, he had also fallen asleep. He looked a lot more peaceful now that he was asleep. He looked less of a shinobi, and more like an innocent kid right now. It was kind of cute, however much I didn't want to admit it.

I didn't really know what to do. I could either just close my eyes and go back to sleep, or I could wake Itachi up and be out of this awkward position. He looked unbelievably peaceful though, and just thinking about waking him up made me feel guilty.

The sun had truly gone down now, and the flickering of a million lights above told me it was well into the night. How long has we been out here asleep anyway?

The stars were undeniably beautiful, along with the moon which was half full, yet still illuminating the rest of the world.

I continued to stargaze for a few minutes, caught up in the beauty of the night until a deep, yet soft voice shook me out of my awe.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?"

I almost jumped, but the calmness of the night, and the softness of the voice convinced me that it was nothing to worry about.

I looked at Itachi, his eyes now open, looking at me almost sleepily.

"I was about to wake you. We must have fell asleep. But yes, they are beautiful."

"Hn." That two-lettered syllable agreed with me.

Looking at Itachi again, I decided to speak up.

"I guess we're going to have to get up. I'm sure your family must be pretty worried too. Sorry for falling asleep on you." I moved to get up, although Itachi's voice stopped me.

"Wait." I tilted my head to the side again in questioning.

"Just go back to sleep. It's going to be morning in a few hours anyway. It's not like it'll matter, I'll just explain to my parents tomorrow. Anyway, I don't really feel like moving, honestly."

I looked at Itachi in surprise, then smiled. We were both exhausted after training anyway, even though we didn't really do much. I just laid back down, putting my head back where it was, before looking at Itachi.

He was staring at me in a different way to usual. He was smiling softly at me, but not too obviously. His eyes were different too, but that was probably only because he was tired.

I hope he wasn't doing this for pity. I did mention that his family would be worried about him, yet I have no family myself. So I hope he wasn't doing this because he felt sorry for me. Then again, Itachi doesn't really pity anybody.

Yet again, I found my eyes caving in. I fell asleep to the sound of deep breathing.

Damn, why did everything have to sound so romantic?

Itachi

I was thoroughly confused. This girl - this red-haired team-mate of mine had gotten my head in such a flurry.

Why?

She was obviously pretty. With wavy, blood red hair, and a pale complexion, she stood out from the crowd easily. Maybe that was why I felt almost drawn to her somehow.

She had a good enough figure which any 13-year-old kunoichi should have. Wearing now her Chunin jacket, she looked a lot older then from when she was a Genin.

She brought many emotions out in me which I didn't even realise I had in the first place.

I didn't really show much emotion around anybody, save for Sasuke, yet she manages to bring a reaction out of me without even trying.

It was almost infuriating.

Almost.

For some reason, I didn't seem to mind much. But that was the question.

Why didn't I mind?

Looking down at the red-haired girl who's head was positioned so very close to mine, I studied her face.

Asleep, she looked so very peaceful. Her unblemished face held no freckles, and her eyelashes were unusually long for a young girl. Her Chunin jacket made her look more mature - professional even.

I wanted to help her. I did. Although, with all the meetings going on within the clan, I'm not sure if I'll have time to help her. I haven't told her anything, and I don't intend to. I missed a clan meeting tonight, which was risky. I could have gone home, yet I decided to deal with it in the morning instead. It's not like I'll be able to concentrate on anything anyway, this team-mate of mine was preventing that, albeit unconsciously.

It confused me, infuriated me and frustrated me.

Sighing, I decided to close my eyes, blacking out the moonlight from my vision.

Kira

The morning was embarrassing. I mean, I had expected us to be awake as soon as the sun rose, but I was wrong.

And that was what was embarrassing.

Being woken up by a group of fresh out of the academy Genin, who were giggling, lecturing us on how the training grounds were used for training and not other things. Of course they had gotten it completely wrong, but the fact that Itachi kept falling back asleep didn't really help the cause.

We got a dirty look from their squad leader who was some Jounin, stating on how unprofessional it was to have two experienced Chunin set a bad example for the younger students.

We didn't really listen to what he was saying though, we just kind of stretched our now sore muscles and walked back towards the centre of town, doing anything to look presentable.

We never spoke of this again, and I'm pretty relieved. Even though Itachi was indeed handsome, I had never thought about him in a different way before.

Except for now.

And now that I have, I can't seem to not think about it.

And it's infuriating. Why did he have to be so attractive? And kind?

And why did he only open his emotions up to me, and not others?

We bid each other farewell, after walking in a silence I didn't even realise. I guess Itachi had other things on his mind too.

Greeting my empty apartment, I walked in and scribbled down some reminders on sticky notes about visiting the family house, otherwise I'd forget, and sticking it on the wall which was completely coated in other notes. I really must clean that.

Quickly scanning my eyes over the clock which read 9:00, I had just realised how long we were actually out there for. Granted, it could have been much worse, and someone like my team found us, but I guess we were lucky.

My team...hmm. Walking back over to my wall of sticky notes, I noticed one in large, black writing.

Team training. 8:00 sharp.

...My eyes widened as I realised how late I was.

Yay, I just wanted to write this as sort of an apology for taking so long with my updates, so I did a small flashback chapter. I love writing about Kira's past, yet I'm not very good about writing fight scenes, romance, other people's POV, etc. (Almost everything included in this chapter) So if I did well, review and tell me! It would give me an awesome confidence boost.

Thank you to everyone else who has reviewed and followed and stuff, it makes me so happy;D I love reading reviews, it's like I have friends xD

I'm going to sleep now, it's like half 2 in the morning, so night c: