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Flashback: Kira (aged 13)
I was in the basement of my old family house, scanning my eyes over the old blacksmith equipment. It was old and was slowly rusting due to the damp conditions of the basement. That could be fixed though. The furnace was built into the corner of the room, with a bucket of coal placed next to it. A nostalgic feeling rushed through me thinking of the times when my parents would scold me for sneaking down here to watch them craft weapons, but I quickly shook it off. I was here to make a weapon, and it was going to be freaking awesome.
A quick shuffling behind me made me remember that I had company that I had shamefully forgotten about.
"It's damp and the equipment has been rusted. How do you expect to craft a weapon in here of all places?" Mr. Stoic asked, his eyes also exploring the room. I sighed dramatically, turning around, looking at Itachi.
"No need to be the voice of doom, ya know. The rust will soon chip off, and it'll soon dry out if we leave the doors and windows open." I said in a no-shit kinda tone. Itachi just did that 'hn' and continued to scan the room. I scoffed, turning back around to open the stiff windows with the force only a ninja had. True to our words, Itachi and I never spoke of what happened in the training ground again. Time had passed since then anyway, and Itachi had become a Jounin already. Rumor has it that he's going to be applying for the ANBU any time soon.
I walked carefully over to the wooden crafting table, using my hands to press down, putting some of my weight on it. The table groaned under it, and I gave sigh, knowing that it would have to be replaced. Itachi stood close to the basement stairs, torn between the curiosity of exploring the room with me, or invading my personal stuff. I didn't really mind, so I waved him towards me with my hand. He glided over, and sat on the old, wooden stall which was next to the table. Half of me was expecting it to break under Itachi's weight, but fortunately it was fine. Typical.
"Everything seems to look alright, 'cept for this table. That's going to have to be replaced. Heh, what do you think? Sweet, right? I mean, when the rust's come off all this junk." I scratched at the metal forge in the corner, scraping off small flakes of rust which fell silently to the floor.
Itachi gave a small 'hn' which I took for a positive tone. I turned my head back to him, grinning brightly. I really did want to make my own weapon, and I had been thinking about it for a while too. It's going to be so kick-ass, Jirou's so going to cry to baka-sensei when he gets a load of my awesome weapon.
"-on a design for it yet?" I didn't realise Itachi was speaking, and I had been staring at him, caught up in my thoughts for a good minute or two. Shaking my head of thoughts I didn't wish to have, I blinked and cocked my head to the side.
"What? Sorry I wasn't listening." Itachi sighed, blinking slowly.
"I asked you, have you decided on a design for your, and I quote, 'kick-ass weapon' yet?" Itachi spoke, the sides of his mouth quirking upwards slightly to form a somewhat awkward smirk/smile sorta thing. I felt my heart do this weird stuttery thing but ignored it for now.
"A design..?" I trailed off, thinking deeply.
Oh. Yeah. Forgot about that.
My silence answered his question. He just sighed yet again, and facepalmed. After all this thought and effort, I didn't even think about what weapon I was actually going to make. I guess I can think about that later, but we should probably start off small and start making kunai, and shuriken and stuff. Things which were quite easy. We could move onto my weapon when I have more practice later.
Voicing my thoughts to which Itachi nodded his head in agreement to, I turned back to the stairs and started to make my way up them. When I saw that Itachi was not following behind, I stopped and turned back to him, a curious look on my face.
"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. Itachi was looking directly at me, with an almost calculating look on his face. The Uchiha just shook his head, smiling softly at me, a gentle look in his eye. I was almost taken aback by it, but instead returned his smile with one of my own, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up the stairs and out of the basement. If Itachi wanted to be all weird, then be it. But for now, I have a weapon to design.
"So is your hair naturally like that? Or do you like manage to get it straight with a jutsu or something..." I was walking through the streets of Konoha with Itachi at my side, but I was bored. He was being all Uchiha-like and keeping a poker-face on whilst walking silently and ignoring me, so I decided to be as annoying as possible in order for some sort of conversation.
It had been roughly 2 months since I had checked out my basement in order to see if I could create my own weapon. Through constant training and ninja missions things were actually coming along quite nicely. I have managed to scrape all the rust off the metal forge, anvil all the other metal stuff. I also managed to replace the old table, instead having a nice mahogany coloured one. It was tough and looked like it could hold a lot of weight on it, and of course it did look nice. Itachi and I have given up a few nights of our training in order to practice making weapons with it. Whilst I had got the hang of it pretty well, it was nothing compared to Itachi.
Itachi wasn't good at making weapons. He was amazing. As an Uchiha, he managed to create a perfect set of kunai, shuriken and also some senbon. As it was a family business, I should've just given it up and handed the key over to Itachi right there and then, but his annoying perfectness just made me work even harder on this. He wouldn't win this time.
"So... you do use a jutsu? You should teach me it, I mean that's the sort of jutsu people would pay to have, think of all the money!" I had a sparkle in my purpleish blue eyes when thinking of all the money.
It was a few days since Itachi had stopped talking to me. I mean, he still communicated with his annoying 'hn' and seemed to accept my invitation to help make weapons and walk around the town, but he wasn't the same.
He seemed almost constantly on edge about something, and usually had this distant look in his eyes which I've never really seen before. Itachi had been called upon for a solo mission in order to determine his status into ANBU, and was leaving later on in the day. I had decided to invite him to the dango restaurant in order to get some information out of him, but so far nothing.
To be honest I didn't like seeing him like this. I missed our usual banter and training sessions which would usually end with us falling asleep in the training fields. I missed it when we would chat about ideas of the future which would never happen, and stories about little Sasuke. Yet most of all, I missed the way he would smile softly at me, before insulting me and laughing about it, as it sent my heart pounding at an alarming rate. Itachi was obviously oblivious about all that though.
His silence was unsettling. We walked into the dango restaurant before ordering our usual, and taking our seats where we usually do - by the window. We sat in complete silence for 5 whole minutes before the old lady came and delivered to us our dango. We *I* gave our thanks and started to chew on the sweet food.
Itachi moved his hand to pick up a stick of dango, but I moved the plate away from his hand before he could. He looked up at me with an emotionless look, but had one eyebrow raised. He moved his hand towards the plate again, but I just moved it further away. He looked at me again, this time his head cocked in confusion.
I sighed, raking my fingers through my messy crimson hair, pulling it behind my ears before offering an explanation.
"I'm not going to ask, but all I'm going to say is that you can talk to me, okay? We've been friends long enough for me to realise that there's something bothering you. Just-" I stopped, due to Itachi grabbing a dango stick from the plate I'd been denying him of. He held the dango carefully, before doing the unexpected.
He shoved the stick of dango straight into my half open mouth.
I spluttered, before grabbing the end of the stick to eat it before it got stuck half down my oesophagus. Itachi suddenly stood up, startling me slightly. I paused mid-chew to see him look me in the eyes, before giving the softest smile on his face I've ever seen, his eyes lit up slightly and his mouth curved upwards into a real smile.
I stopped, staring intently. My heart was pounding, and I could feel the heat rush to my face. Itachi leaned forward to grab a loose strand of hair which fell from behind my ears before gently tucking it back. He leaned towards my ear and I could feel his breath on my neck, sending uncontrollable shivers down my spine. He whispered a single word into my ear, before standing up straight, turning around and swiftly taking his leave.
"Arigatou."
Days have passed. Itachi became an ANBU member, and I had yet to make contact with him after the dango store 'incident'. I usually spent my days alone, training my wind style or making kunai and shuriken. I had gotten rather good at it if I say so myself. I'd brag to someone about it, yet I stupidly realized I didn't really talk to anybody apart from the old lady working in the dango store, who's name I constantly forgot.
I also spent my time pondering on what had happened last week with Itachi. I couldn't help it, but most of the time my thoughts kept drifting back to it. Where had the sudden change of attitude come from? His tone, it sounded almost... final. As though it was a goodbye where I wouldn't ever see him again. That thought alone made my stomach turn unpleasantly, so I shook my head of thoughts and just concentrated in getting to my family house in one piece.
The sun was setting, and the sky was turned a deep orange, but had yet to finally settle. The evening was cool, but there was a certain chill in the air which I couldn't pinpoint. Despite that, it was a rather pleasant night. I had spent my day in the training grounds trying to avoid my team, before making my way to the dango restaurant to talk to old lady-san. I was now on way home from the dango restaurant, but in order to get there, I had to pass the training grounds next to the academy again.
Usually during the evenings and the night the training grounds were empty, but today they were occupied by a small, familiar figure throwing several shuriken into a log post.
"Sasuke?" I questioned, curiously watching the cute, academy student. Sasuke turned and looked at me, before breaking out into a grin and running over to me.
"Kira!" The mini Uchiha yelled with happiness, before tackling my waist in a tight hug. I chuckled, ruffling his hair affectionately. Seriously this child is so adorable.
"What's up, mini Uchiha? I asked smiling. Sasuke puffed his cheeks out cutely, before muttering a small 'Don't call me that!' I just 'hn'ed' at that, something I've horribly picked up from Itachi.
Sasuke grinned happily at me, before slowly forming a small frown. I frowned, what was bothering the mini Uchiha to make him pull that not so adorable face? I immediately bent down to his height, and asked softly,
"What's bothering you, mini Uchiha?" I put my hang on his shoulder comfortingly. He looked up at me through sad eyes and dragged me with a surprising amount of force to a bench across the pathway. We sat on the bench in silence for a whole two minutes before he decided to speak up.
"Have you talked to Itachi-nii lately?" I was a little startled by the question, my eyes widening slightly. I shook my head slightly, letting my crimson coloured hair fall across my face, yet I made no move to remove it.
"You know how he is. He's probably busy working with the ANBU and forgot to say hi or something." I laughed softly, more convincing myself than Sasuke.
Sasuke shook his head energetically. "Itachi-nii could never forget about you like that, Kira! He likes you a lot, I can tell. But-" His tone softened down slightly. "But he's been weird lately. It's like he and otou-san don't get along anymore. They never seem to speak, and he's been going on loads of dangerous missions! He's even-" I stopped Sasuke's rant by putting my hand softly on his head.
"Sasuke. Your brother's a very strong shinobi. He's no doubt busy with missions and stuff. Don't worry too much about it, okay?" I smiled, trying to ease Sasuke's rising tension, but he just frowned. I sighed.
"Look, if you're so worried I'll try and find him tomorrow and talk to him. Will that help?" Sasuke smiled, and nodded eagerly. I grinned, ruffling his hair before standing up to stretch my rather sore muscles. He laughed a little, and stood up with me.
"Isn't a little late for you to be out though, mini Uchiha?" I asked, looking up to find that the sun has completely descended and the full moon was peaking out from behind a bunch of clouds. Sasuke gasped in realization, before grabbing his bag and whizzing past me in a run. He turned back to me, yelling "I'll ask Kaa-san if you can come over later! Cya!" And he was gone, before I even got to offer to take him back home.
Oh well. but still, continuing to make my way home at a slightly faster pace, eager to get out of the now chilly atmosphere. Goosebumps appeared on my arms as I covered them with my hands in an attempt to warm up a little.
This gave me something to think about though. So it wasn't just me that Itachi had been acting weird with? And Sasuke had mentioned him and his father not getting along anymore... weird. I guess I would be going on an Itachi hunt tomorrow when I awoke, in a promise to little Uchiha.
I smiled affectionately thinking of Sasuke. He loves Itachi so much. I wonder what it would be like if I had a sibling like that? At that thought I couldn't help feeling a little lonely. My smile turned sad, as I imagined anything hindering little Sasuke and Itachi's relationship. They were inseparable. I remember the affectionate look in Itachi's eye when I had first met Sasuke that day.
I walked up to my door of my parents old house, and begun to dig into my pockets for a key when I noticed that the door was slightly open. My eyes narrowed, quickly whipping out a kunai made by yours truly (Itachi) before cautiously pushing the door open and walking inside.
My footsteps were light and silent as I made my way through my house, finding no sign of intruders. I breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to make my way back to the door, when my path was blocked.
By Uchiha Itachi.
He looked as he usually did, emotionless, but he was dressed fully in his ANBU outfit, with his hitai-ate tied tightly across his forehead.
"Itachi?" I spoke questionably, my voice no higher than a whisper. He turned his Sharingan eyes towards mine, before they faded into a deep onyx colour, and my posture instantly relaxed and I lowered my kunai. I stared at him, noticing the small shift in his eyes and twitch of his feet. He was nervous.
I walked passed him to the door of my apartment, holding the door open for him. He just walked over silently, never speaking. I was getting impatient. I gestured to the door yet again, but he just blinked at me.
"You obviously don't have anything to say to me, so just leave. You haven't talked to me since you joined ANBU, you continuously make me worry about you, you even worried your own brother, Itachi! What on earth is going on with you?" My voice got louder and louder as I spoke, until I was full on yelling at him. I had also realized that I had gotten rather close to him at one point, putting us in a rather awkward position in my doorway.
I held down a blush as Itachi softly but his hand on my shoulder. His head tilted slightly to the side as he analysed my actions closely. I wasn't having it though, despite how much I secretly enjoyed the closeness. I tried to take a step backwards to find I was being blocked by my own doorway. Brilliant.
"I don't know what you're trying to achieve by saying sorry, but you can't just-" He cut off my small rant.
With his soft lips upon mine within seconds.
Any thought of argument was long forgotten, as my mind went blank and my stomach flipped in happiness.
I felt his arm wrap slowly around my waist as he pulled me closer to his body.
I finally snapped out of whatever trance I was in,
only to kiss him back.
And kiss him back I did. My eyes closed as my arms wrapped around his neck as lips moved in time with his. His hand came up to gently cup my cheek, and my hands slowly made their way to his long, black hair.
My body was almost buzzing in happiness as our lips moved in sync with eachother. But all good things must come to an end.
I pulled away unwillingly, re-opening my eyes to see Itachi smiling at me, but only for a second. His smiled slipped into an expressionless mask as he unwrapped his arms from around me and moved behind me.
Despite my heavy breathing, I opened my mouth to speak, "Itachi I-"
I turned around to the outside of my house to see nothing.
Itachi had left, leaving me confused, but so amazingly happy. I couldn't explain it.
I went into my kitchen and turned off the remaining lights of my house, before venturing down to my basement just before I went to sleep.
Stepping down the stairs of the basement, I immediately noticed something was off.
There was a large weapon sat upon the mahogany table.
It was silver, and was forged perfectly to create a giant, spectacular kunai knife.
The size of the kunai was the first thing which intrigued me. It was easily the same size as me, and when I went to pick it up, was apparently the same weight as me too. It was hard to carry, but I knew I could handle it easily.
There is nobody else who would have made this.
Itachi.
But why? Why did he make me a weapon? I mean I never really gavem much more thought into the design of mine, but apparently he had.
It was everything I wished it to be, and more. There was a silver sparkle reflecting off of it, making me smile in happiness.
In fact, my tears stung in appreciation. Nobody had done anything so nice for me before.
Brushing my skin across the smooth metal, I realised there was 2 small indents in the bottom of it, where my hand was supposed to go.
There was 2 letters one side, and 2 letters the other.
'KK' 'UI'
I grinned. Noticing a small bit of paper next to the kunai, I picked it up carefully and examined it.
'I'm sorry.'
I smiled widely, taking it into my parents old bedroom where I was temporarily sleeping. Quickly changing into my pyjamas, I shuffled into bed, admiring my kunai from a distance. I closed my eyes, slowly drifting off into a pleasant sleep.
I was barely conscious and was just about to fade into oblivion until I heard an ear-piercing scream from a distance, and the windows in my house shattered across the floor, as several ANBU appeared, their weapons held tightly in one hand, stood in a defensive position.
"Kitamura Kira, you are to be imprisoned immediately!"
Sorry my romance sucks.
The ending is rushed.
I overuse my commas.
I need a cover.
My update is late as hell.
It's almost the summer though.
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