She's struck by
fear, the pain she felt somehow felt numb.
Fear, not for herself.
But for him.
Reality slowly dawned on her so sickeningly
slow.
"K-kiro…"
…
..
.
"Hands off my
mother." His voice was stern yet small.
evident pure anger could
be traced so easily.
He may be young, but you can never see fear
in his eyes.
Determination, and it's fury had been his
element.
.
..
…
She knew that from
this day onwards, her son's life would change.
More danger, more
question.
She knew he's learn about Sharingan sooner or
later.
But never this soon
…
..
.
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R
E
V
O
L
V
E
R
Then
you'll find that once again you long
To take your heart back and
be free
If you'll ever find a moment
…
..
.
Spare a thought of me
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Chapter Three: Familiar Face
Disclaimer: The authoress claims no property of Naruto.
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'That man, he knows where I could find him.' He thought, jumping from tree tops to another.
Kiro thought of every possible way to find him-Sasuke. Naruto knew how and where to find Sasuke, but he's going to be the last person on Kiro's list to ask help with. Almost everybody knew the Uchiha, but nobody could find him…spare for one, that cloak, his eyes, the way he looked at Kiro behind his mask- is too sinister, the boy felt it- the chill crawl up in his spine.
The eyes the he wields proves the relativity, the kid could recognize the hatred that burns in his eyes. It scares him, that man- he's morbid and the stench of blood seems to have been his scent. Kiro knew, he's that of cold blood. Kiro started to wonder if these ingridients were the raw materials for an Uchiha, if so…then possibly he could affirm that vengeance proves their existence as well, after all he's another flesh proof to testify.
He had been travelling on his own for two days now- his young body was strained yet still pushing, he had to find the nearest village that he could, he wasn't about to rest. He at least have to accomplish the first step, to find a lead.
Gripping a cold hard thing metal in his hand, Kiro stopped in his tracks as he finally saw a bridge amidst the thick mist slowly thinning as he went closer.
Glancing at his hand was, the insignia of the village that his mother called home-Konoha, he had to figure out put pieces together.
It's been seven years yet his mother kept her mouth shut as to why they need to stay away from their home-her home. Gripping her mother's Hitaiate.
Kiro wasn't a genius for all he knows yet, he knew something certain, Konoha had something to do with it. All of his life the fear was always there, everyday Sakura had to look at their backs as if someone is out to hunt them down. They lived in fear, But Sakura tried to keep it for herself and made Kiro's life as bright as she possibly could.
Too bad, he knows better than she'd like him to believe. He knew his life is full of lies, but Kiro didn't hate Sakura, he didn't disdain the world he grew up in. Blessed, that's what he felt…for all the cruelties this life had granted him, there stood the beacon of light and hope under the flesh of his mother.
He clinged to her love, as he tried to get stronger each day to protect his mother. He never saw the bitterness of life, until that day she died, his world crumbled beneath his feet.
The village they call home, stealing a kunai from his holster.
'Home…you've got to be kidding me' he thought bitterly as he slashed the metal part of the hitaiate.
"Mom…" Tying the scratched forehead protector over his own forehead.
His pain has long been engulfed by hatred and suffering, the only world person he's living for is gone. For a child his age- he might be young, but his mother's DNA proved to be dominant that inherited her determination-only for a different cause. Revenge.
Looking up at the village in front of him, a large bridge stood cold, a familiar smirk crept up to his lips as he saw the board that hung between two large posts:
Naruto Bridge
Really, the people these days got no sense of intelligence, naming their bridge after an idiot.
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"You're telling me to leave Sakura-chan like that!?!are you fucking kidding me?!" Naruto yelled as he slammed his fist over Tsunade's desk.
"If we dispatch a team, Danzo would find out that we're aware of Sakura's situation, he'll find out that I pulled some strings to get her to safety," Tsunade explained, completely ignoring Naruto's colorful language. Tsunade began to analyze the status and tried hard to devise a plan.
Knowing Danzo, Tsunade kept a good record- he's knows nothing of the word 'loyalty'. If he find out that Tsunade hid Sakura, an underground war between ROOT and Konoha is inevitable. This would result a very large number of casualty, all for Sakura's sake, and if the people finds out- surely Tsunade's head would be in the chopping board.
"I won't just stay here and do nothing, Sakura-chan and that brat needs my help." Naruto started stomping out of the office, while the pale skinned former ROOT member stood at the doorframe.
"Step out of that door, I swear you'll have D-ranked missions for the rest of your life." Tsunade scolded.
"No I won't, I'll be the Hokage after you. Obaa-chan."Naruto finished as he spared the hazel eyed blonde a serious look.
A smirk was slowly visible on her lips as she slamped her fist on her table, earning a glance from the Jinchuriki.
"Did you even think I'd let her rot in hell just like that, shame on you." Her words echoed throughout the room.
Naruto stopped on his tracks as he grinned, He knew she would do something- it's just that, he couldn't wait any longer for her to make her move. Time is running out for Sakura, a minute wasted-who knows what'll happened to the pinkette. Naruto just couldn't leave it to his imaginations.
"At this rate, ROOT would dispatch more units now that they knew Sakura and Kiro's whereabouts. If ever you encounter ROOT on your way-try to do this as clean as possible." Tsunade emphasized her words, earning serious gazes from Naruto and Sai.
"I'll have ANBU look after Danzo from the inside, Im tied in a short leash here, so find her. Fast."
After all, Sakura was the best student that she had, a daughter Tsunade could never own. She could still remember the way Sakura reassured her-seven years ago. The burning determination in her eyes mixed with fear and uncertainty. She winced, how did things come to this? It's like a series of knots she couldn't decipher where to start, and just right in the middle of those knosts lies her student's life. If she pulled harder…Sakura will die, if she held loosely, Sakura will fall.
Whatever Sakura knew, it's going to cost her a lot. And for that reason alone, Tsunade must find out what it is, before the situation gets worse, and the rope tied on her hands would turn into shackles and chains.
"You can leave by sunset, use the back gate. I'd remove surveillance by then."
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He was far too strained to walk any further, keeping his feet on drag was from plain determination as he passed by the bridge.
His green eyes were sore from lack of sleeping, drooping lids are not helping either, his dark locks obscuring his view. For a boy of his age, it's quite a shock he made in two days without even a nap or food, a couple of steps more- the his figure kissed the ground, his breath slowly getting evenly slow.
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"Hey mom…"
He called as he watched her mother fix their closet, hanging clothes and folding shirts. Her long pink hair tied in a high pony tail. And she was wearing her white skirt with black shorts and black long sleeves, the colours greatly compliments her paleness, and her bright green eyes and rosy cheeks.
She looked at her curious son with a smile.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Is that yours?" Kiro spoke as he stood up and walked over to the closet picking up a dark cloak with red imprints.
Her lips hung open, as her eyes clashed with his son. Her's full of fear, and his with curiousity. Kiro tilted his head sideways waiting for her answer.
"Eh? Mom?"
"It's your father's cloak. He left it when he visited." Sakura feigned a grin.
His brows scurnched unconsiously, feeling something soft and warm underneath him. Opening his lids ever so slowly, Kiro winced at he saw the off white ceiling. Sitting up, his eyes scanned the area.
"You're awake kiddo." An old man with large built came into view, his gray hair tussled as he held a tattered straw hat in hand, his grin was friendly. Kiro bowed his head in acknowledgement.
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She could feel the cold pavement under her skin, slowly her vision starts to lighten. It's then she realized she had been unconscious with her eyes open. She could feel them sore and swelling, Trying hard to sit-up, her long pink locks stray on the floor covering half of her face, she could feel bruises all over her body.
Few minutes passed, everything registered to her, She could see the steel bars to prevent her from escaping. The place was awfully dark that she even doubted if she has gotten blind, or if her eyes were still closed. Her hands were tied-
'Chakra chains…'
She was barely clothed, the chill of the cold stone walls and the pavement underneath her makes her feel so. Shuddering slightly, Sakura tried to focus chakra on her palms trying to heal some bruises.
'Great…Now I can't even heal myself.'
She inwardly cursed, whoever hold her captive now must've been strong, after all the chakra chains served as chakra feeders as well. Only giving her minimal chakra to live, Sakura could still feel the exhaustion and the blood loss, knocking over the walls- she tried to figure out her status.
'Underground chamber…'
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"What's your name kid?" The old man muttered, as he wtched Kiro slowly have his meal in peace, the surely looked familiar. His face and his eyes, the old man couldn't help but wonder.
His manners were exquisite, polite and really matured for a kid of his age- much like that person he met very long ago.
"Isn't it rude to ask of my name without giving yours?"Kiro muttered blankly.
'Is he some reincarnation or something?' The old man bitterly thought at some memory he just remembered.
That kid he once knew, twelve? Right, he was twelve when he escorted him to the Land of Wave for the bridge construction, oh! How could he forget that kid- the snobbish, tough kid; together with Hatake Kakashi and the namesake of their bridge-Uzumaki Naruto.
"Tazuna, that's my name." The old man chuckled, as the kid looked at him blankly, cocking his head to his sides, Kiro smirked.
Tazuna was almost sure that he's seeing the same face right now, sitting across him. This kid, he has the same face and that smirk he uses every now and then- gives him a tid bit of nostalgia hit him in the face. He felt like he's gone back to the last Nine years of his life.
"Haruno Kiro desu."
He blinked a few more times, removing his glasses then glanced at Kiro every now and then, it irked the child to no end as he scrunched his brows again.
The name does ring the bell, and his eyes looked too familiar. He had seem them somewhere-those bright luminous green eyes, full of innocence and determination and…pain…hatred. Tazuna frowned, his emotions never dared to show in his young face, this kid-even the emotions were familiar.
'Haruno…' That name, he was sure he heard it somewhere.
Uchiha Sasuke,the infamous Uchiha survivor-a genius;Sharingan weilder, strong and snobbish. Uzumaki Naruto, the loudest ninja ever lived, vessel of the Nine Taile Demon Fox. Hatake Kakashi, the infamous Copy-Ninja and…that girl…with disturbing pink hair that reminds him of spring and innoncence; probably the only person who keeps the sanity of three men intact, and probably the person who makes things look brighter than it really is.
What was her name…that reminds him of spring and Cherry Blossoms-
'Sakura! Haruno Sakura!'
"Where's your parents kid?"
"My mom died." Kiro answered bitterly, yet his façade gloriously didn't budge.
Tazuna frowned, that girl? Of such young age? Died? But of course she's a kunoichi death shouldn't be anything new…right? This kid in front of him, could it be it's their son?
The innocence in his eyes were slowly drifting, the life in them fading ever so slowly. The eyes of that girl he used to know full of innocence and life, how come it's now slowly being conquered by hatred and pain- those emotions Tazuna used to see in that Uchiha's eyes. Such a bright color covered with dark shades of emotions, a repulsive combination indeed.
"And your father?" Tazuna continued, and this time in a less audible tone.
"Im looking for him, Uchiha Sasuke. Do you know where I could find him?"
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"Where's Sasuke." Madara spoke
as he sat over a boulder just a few steps outside of the hideout.
His
red cloak caught by the strong breeze, the scent of dry leaves mix
with the wind, he watched as Zetsu implants himself just right behind
him.
"Still on his mission." Zetsu spurted.
"Good, now make sure he won't come back anytime soon." He stood up, brushing his cloak off, and started walking to their hideout.
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"That'd be the last one!" Suigetsu cheered as they finished another annhihilation mission at the borderlines of the Grass country, supposedly the fame of Akatsuki had been increasing lately. Doing dirty jobs for politicians- from retrieving illegal items to 'Damage controls' and the list goes on.
Sasuke groaned as he clicked his neck, dragging back Kusanagi from another casualty. He glanced at his team, then suddenly a familiar chakra approached.
"What do you want." He spoke coldly as Zetsu slowly grew from the dirt.
"Another mission, Wave." Zetsu spoke as he threw a scroll over to the Uchiha who caught it ease. Grunting in response, Zetsu dismissed himself.
"Please don't tell me, he wants us to do his groceries." Suigetsu sighed and slumped beside Juugo.
TZUZUKU