I stood in front of the mirror that was brought down to my height. My skin was a tan like my father's, my eyes were a black-brown. I seemed to have bags forming under my eyes, but my father said it was a family trait from his side. There was also a strange mark under my left eye, my mother said I've had it since birth. Strange. There was my scars on my neck and forehead, which I quite liked. There was a mole under my left eye, almost hidden by my black hair. My bangs were swept out of my face, forming as a side fringe. Instead of being split down the middle, it was uneven, the left side having less in its part than the right where my swept bangs swept towards. From the split, my right side was naturally spiked up, and no matter how hard I tried to keep the spiked bits down, they bounced right back up. I decided to leave it. Moving my hair away from my ears, I noticed my ears were heavily pierced. That's what the pain in my ears from ages ago was. Guess it must be a family thing. I couldn't feel the weight of the ear rings though.
The clothes I wore were always a black or some dark colour. I disliked bright colours, it hurt my eyes. I wore a black hoodie with the cuffs covering half of my fingerless-gloved hands. My pants were black, the pants legs wrapped up in bandages to stop them from flapping everywhere. Last thing of my little outfit were the black ninja sandals. I had such a hard time get used to them.
Aonami and Kuroi were at the door, watching me as I examined myself. I liked my appearance. One thing that irked me was the fact that my eyes had no reflection, like I was dead or something. It was strange. Aonami eventually accepted my style of dress, initially wanting me to be more feminine. Kuroi was always accepting of my clothes. Good parents.
It had been three weeks since my fifth birthday. My mum had invited Hana and Kiba, who got me some ninja gear...and a puppy! Can you fucking believe it?! I was so excited that I jumped Kiba and Hana whilst the puppy yipped at us.
My mum got me got me some new clothes, mostly just more copies of my normal attire, but I was grateful. Dad got me some kunai that looked really expensive, they looked like mini lightning blades. I guessed that you could infuse chakra in them. Did he think I was a lightning user? I wonder if I am. He also got me weights that weighed more or less depending on how much chakra you infuse it with. They were about a centimetre thick, which I thought was awesome.
A pair for the wrists, another pair for the legs and one for the stomach. I can tell that taijutsu is going to be my specialty. They could shrink their size to being skin-tight, which I liked.
I named my puppy Shiruba. Shiruba was a boy with a silver coat, and over the weeks he became a lot heavier. He was such a loyal pup, sitting patiently whilst I trained or meditated. He was quiet in our rather large library. Aonami collected a lot of books and scrolls, but there were some things she didn't have, amazingly, so I would go to the village library with Shiruba. We have bonded quickly.
Kuroi had me start Kenjutsu. It was to do with swords. I had a hard time using them, since I was more accustomed to hand-to-hand combat. I was terrible compared to Kuroi, but it was only my first day, so I was bound to get better.
Training for most of my new life gained me a lot of experience, and my body was becoming toned. I'm six, and my body is toned to its maximum for a six-year-old. I wonder how that works.
The weights became heavier as I improved, and I was being called a prodigy because of my skills that my parents have been teaching me. Apparently I was at the level of a genin, and many wondered why I wasn't in the Academy yet. I actually decided to go when I was eight. That gave me more time for more important learning and training, because I sure as fuck know that the academy is going to be boring and have nothing new for me to learn.
Didn't Kakashi become a genin at five, then chunin at six?
Oh, my fuck. I'm a Mary-sue!?
No. No! Why?! Wait...it could just be...be...be what?! Fucking dick-wranglers!
I noticed I was scowling deeply, and my chakra had fluctuated due to the sudden anger I felt. I breathed in, calming myself down.
I was pissed, I knew of the people who smashed on those original characters who seemed to be too good. I can imagine the fuckwits smashing onto me as if I were in a fanfiction. I wanted to break something. Then I saw him.
It was so surprising, that my anger disappeared at the drop of a hat. I had been in the streets at the time, and I had never expected to see this guy so soon, or at all for that matter.
Uchiha Itachi.
"Well, fuck." I actually voiced, which was such a mistake as Itachi noticed my presence now, if he hadn't before. He turned, dark eyes connecting with slightly lighter eyes. I was a little stunned at the moment, so I had no idea what the fuck to say. Wait, I swore in front of him, as a six-year-old! Ah, fuck.
"Who are you?" He asked in monotone. He's nine, isn't he? And he's still impassive.
I blinked, averting my eyes to a nearby tree. Shit. Who knew it would feel so awkward to be in a nine-year-old's presence. But he's rather intimidating. Pscht. Get a grip, Kuroki. I breathed in, closing my eyes before reopening them to see the elder Uchiha waiting patiently for my response.
"I'm Taidana Kuroki." I introduced, my voice easy-going and lazed. I cracked my neck, was I meant to bow? "You?" I asked a few seconds later, it would seem weird if I was the only one to state names.
"Uchiha Itachi." He replied. This was such a strange event. Hold up.
He should've graduated and mastered his Sharingan by now. If he's a genin, then I can see if I'm at the level of a genin like they seem to believe. I did my strange smirk-grin before walking a few steps towards him until I was about half a metre away.
"Hey, Uchiha-san?" I started, lazed eyes going over his annoyingly taller form. "Can we spar?"
The elder Uchiha seemed a little surprised by that request, as his eyes widened a fraction, if only for a few seconds. He averted his eyes before returning to meet mine.
"I have some errands to do..." He replied, I sighed in disappointment. Damn. "But when I see you the next time I'm not busy, we may."
I looked up at him in surprise, before grinning some kind of grin. "Nice. Next time we see each other, then. I'll see you." I moved some chakra into my feet as I bent my knees, pushing off the ground to jump up onto one of the nearby roofs. I couldn't help by snicker in glee at the fact that I could do such an awesome thing. I walked off, not bothering to look back at the Uchiha. He was probably gone by the time I was on the roof anyways.
Back to the subject at hand...I'm not a mary-sue. Aren't mary-sues like them perfect little bitches that have everyone loving them and all that shit?
Well, I can tell people will hate me. I have that kind of personality to be blunt.
And I swear too much.
Also, I'm shit at genjutsu. I'm just horrible. I can't even describe. Maybe it's because I don't tend to care about it, but my mother does still teach it to me. The whole thing with illusions just isn't my style, sadly I like to just be on with it and do some physical damage with ninjutsu and taijutsu. It helps with the anger issues.
Ah, fuck. Enough with the self-assurance. I feel pathetic now. Guh.
Turns out I walked all the way home and didn't even realise it. Shiruba jumped out the open window to greet me, running towards me like a mad dog. I grinned at him, dropping to my knees to pat him affectionately.
"Hey, there butterball. How's my favourite Shiruba?" He barked excitedly in response, trying to lick my face off.
Cute.
A wave of kunai and ninja stars flew my way, I sent chakra to my feet so I could jump higher to dodge them. Another wave came at me while I was airborne. A scowl formed on my face as I growled slightly.
It was kind of weird, seeing myself being impaled with a bunch of pointy objects, then popping into a log. Body Replacement jutsu, I love you. I looked to the place my opponent stood from my spot in the tree I hid in, only to see a pair of red eyes looking my way. Fuck him and his Sharingan.
I threw kunai with explosive tags in his direction, the tags wrapped around the hilt instead of fluttering behind the damn weapons. They cut through the air, but he was quick to dodge and jumped out of the way as they embedded themselves into the dirt. I grinned some sadistic grin, he was only around two metres away.
FUCKING BOOM!
Explosions went off, the combined kunai causing even more destructive damage. Fuck yeah! It caught that damned Uchiha off guard, causing him to be blown away from the force. I had to force myself not to laugh insanely at the sound and sight of destruction.
I am so fucked up.
Fifteen minutes later, Itachi and I were in a full blown taijutsu battle. Yes, he got a few hits in, but so did I, and from what I noticed, he wasn't wearing weights, and my hits were destructive. He cringed every time I punched or kicked him and he blocked with his hands. While his own blows were strong, I blocked with the weights I wore, feeling just a slight pressure on my weights as his limbs made contact with them, but he got noticed the weights and started aiming for other parts. His hits were brutal too. We were keeping each other on edge, not able to let our guard's down for a single second unless we want to be sucker punched in the face. His sharingan made things annoying, as he was able to predict my movements. But only for a short amount of time, because I was gradually releasing the chakra from my weights, giving him less time to predict my movements.
All in all, we were pretty evenly matched, which made me pretty fucking happy considering this is Uchiha Itachi! Even if he was nine.
So, after a nice two hours of death-enhancing sparring, the training field looked like a ninja war zone and we looked like we were beaten up with rocks. We had scratches, forming bruises, cuts here and there. But it was fun, and my grin gave away my emotion. It caused the Uchiha to smirk in the slightest. Tight asses can't smile, you see.
I had the pleasure of finding him a few days after our first encounter on my errand to buy new weapons. Kuroi said he was buying me a special katana that would allow me to use ninjutsu on it so I could enhance its capabilities. Finding the Uchiha free and getting an awesome new weapon. One of the coolest days of my new life.
"You're pretty good." Itachi complimented. We were sitting on a grassy hill, overlooking Konoha. Well, he was sitting, I was lying down, staring at the sky.
"You're pretty amazing yourself." I replied, glancing at him with amusement. "But your sharingan pisses me off. Predicting my moves is unfair."
The damned brat smirked.
"You were able to keep up." He retorted. I was happy with that. Amazed, too. But he was nine. Not as advanced with everything, even if he mastered the sharingan already.
I grinned my signature fucked up grin. Then it occurred to me that I lost track of time. I sat up abruptly.
"Holy shit, I forgot to meet up with my dad!" I exclaimed, hastily moving to my feet. I looked back towards the Uchiha.
"Thanks for the spar. We should do it again sometime." I suggested, stretching. Itachi nodded, that small smirk still on his still-developing face.
"We should." Then I was off, jumping from roof to roof to meet up with my dad. I've got to learn the body flicker technique.