Whispering Fingertips won't be canon plot either. Definitely not from what I can tell. To make sure you really know that this has nothing to do with Sleepwalker, I wrote it in first person. And there's another difference too, other than plot. See if you can spot it!

(Disclaimer:) Throughout this whole entire story, I do not own anything at all. Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto. Whispering Fingertips is the property of FlyLeaf. I. Own. Nothing. Maybe the plot.

Contemplating you

is like a dream

I never wanna wake up..

In all my life, I never felt as betrayed as I did this day. Even after...him, and what...he..did.

It happened a few hours ago, when Naruto and I were called to the Hokage's office about something of the utmost importance that she herself had stumbled upon.

She looked at us both sternly, then sighed, slouching, and had a glint of sadness in her amber eyes. "I was digging through Konoha's archives..." she started, unsteadily. I stared at the woman I called my master. She was acting so unlike herself. It got me wondering what she had found out and if it was bad. From the way she spoke, she looked, it was something that wouldn't make us the least bit happy. "And I found out...uh, take a seat, you two." We complied, sharing worried looks. "Nine years ago," she started, her voice resembling the normal, "Our higher ups planted a spy in a certain clan, the man being of the same clan. They had their suspicions about the clan, but they trusted him to carry out their wishes. They had him..." she stopped and poured herself some sake, taking a swig before continuing, Naruto and I exchanging a look. "They..he..The officials had him murder that whole clan, because they didn't trust them." We gasped and she sighed, rubbing her forehead. "It was Koharu, Homura and Danzou who ordered it. Uchiha Itachi was the spy," she ended and looked to us carefully.

I tilted my head and blinked a little, trying to absorb was had been said fully.

"What!" I heard Naruto yell. I rubbed my right ear a little. "Granny, what are you saying?! Just what was it you said?!"

"I said-"

"She said, Naruto, that the Uchiha massacre had been an order," I said, my voice soft.

"But! But what about Sasuke! If Itachi was supposed to kill them all, then why does Sasuke even exist still?!"

"Naruto!"

"Because, Naruto, Itachi loved his brother very much, and he wanted no harm to come upon him, so he made sure Sasuke lived, and told the Hokage to never tell Sasuke the truth."

"So he's been lied to?!"

"We've all been lied to, Naruto," I muttered, glaring at nothing and everything. "Sasuke..."

"So you're telling me that Sasuke left for virtually nothing! That Itachi was never the bad guy and that Sasuke's goal shouldn't have been a goal! That I lost my best friend and brother, for nothing?!" Tears began to fall from those crystal eyes at that last part.

I immediately jumped out of my chair and clumsily wrapped my arms around him. Heck, even though I didn't want to admit it to myself, I was crying too. And I had a feeling that Tsunade wanted to join in too. We went through all the hurt, all the tears, for virtually nothing.

Hours later I was on a bench outside the building, burden increasing on my shoulders. How could this have been? Why couldn't things be different!? I sighed. Things could have never been different, so why try to act like they could be? I stared at the white clouds passing by. So carefree. Not that they were human or anything, but they just floated. I looked off in the distance. I wish I could float away. Better yet, I wish I could leave this place. Just go. I don't want to be lied to anymore. Never again!

I stood and continued to stare off in the distance...