Chapter 2: I Can't Keep a Secret

Groaning, I sat up and stretched, enjoying the bright dawn light that streamed through the window. They had situated me in the guest room, provided me with a pair of pajamas, and gave me a temporary set of clothes to wear. Throwing off the blankets, I walked over to the window, opening it ever so slightly, just so I could smell the air. I loved the smell of the air after rain. It felt beautiful, and smelled like clean water and forests. A soft knock at the door pulled me out of my reverie, and I called out, "A moment!"

Frantically stripping and pulling on the outfit I had been given. Like in my former life, after the bath I had braided my hair then dried it, so when I pulled open the door to see who it was, I was pulling out the ties and hurriedly finger-combing it. It was Itachi, who was obviously very surprised with my appearance. My straight hair, which had been so identical to his own, now had soft, beachy waves that curled and bounced on my chest and back like my old life. The clothes I had gotten from Mother had been a simple white dress with black leggings and it also had the Uchiha clan symbol on the back, Watching my shell-shocked twin carefully, I asked, "Yes, what is it?"

"My mom told me since I have no missions today, to bring you shopping for clothes. Mother wanted to go shopping with you, but she had to bring Sasuke to school." He awkwardly answered me, obviously unused to having a sister. He shuffled a bit, then held out a folded white square with a corner of the Uchiha Fan poking out. "They want you to hide your eyes as most would find it threatening to have an Uchiha with Sharingan active walk into their store."

I knew by they he meant our parents. I took it, and folding it carefully, tied it around my head so my eyes were covered. I could still see chakra signatures somewhat, but everything was dark. I nodded, satisfied it was tight enough. "You'll have to guide me around. I don't think I can deactivate my Sharingan and it's not much good for seeing through things like Byakugan can."

Reaching out, I blindly groped around for the door handle or the frame, and was met by a cold hand which guided me out to the opposite wall then shook out of my grasp. I heard a snick and knew he closed the door. His footsteps padded over to me again, almost silent, but he was stepping a little harder so I could hear him. The cool hand took mine again, and guided me to the wall next to the stairs. Going on the opposite side of me, I felt him move downwards. So I shuffled forward, using my feet and toes to feel for the first step. There it was. I stepped down and felt for the next edge. Another step. There were 14 steps in this flight of stairs. Two down, 12 to go. I felt the next step and planted my foot down firmly. 3 down, 11 to go. Next one. Rhythm was getting a little easier. Next one. 5 down, 9 to go. I could tell he was slightly impatient but he waited, going at my speed. 6 down, 8 to go. 7. 8. 9. He swept me up and carried me down. "Thanks, Itachi."

"We only have so much time." Was his answer. He guided me to the doorway and I felt around for my shoes, which met my hand earlier than expected. I pulled on the shinobi sandals I had been given, then stood up, reaching for the door. It was already open. Stepping cautiously, I went out, and it immediately became easier to see, light shining through ever so slightly and revealing more objects to me. I could vaguely see the outline of Itachi, and it reminded me so much of during the anime, when Neji was caring for Hinata even though he "disliked " her. I reached for the outstretched hand carefully, closing the door behind me. Stepping forward, Itachi gently pulled me through the Uchiha compound, as I could hear the whispers starting about me and who I was, why I was wearing the Uchiha clan symbol, and whether or not I was really blind. It got worse when we left the Uchiha compound and entered the civilian area. It got even louder when we entered what presumably was a store. He guided me over to a desk and placed my hand on it. "Can we get clothes for her?"

I couldn't hear an answer, but Itachi took my hand and said, "Thank you."

He pulled me over to somebody else, and I could hear them shuffling around, and the clacking of metal and shifting of clothes. She or he stopped and asked, "Yes, what can I help you with, Uchiha-sama?"

"I'd like to find clothes for my twin sister, Mitsuki." Itachi answered coolly. I could almost hear the glint in her eyes. That would be a very valuable bit of gossip. "Okay, what colors does she like and what would she prefer?"

"I like just about any color of the rainbow but I only look good in greys, black, reds, or purples." I blurted out. Then I realized. "I guess I remembered something. It just came out."

"Okay then, follow me this way!" All of the sudden, the lady's voice was high pitched and squeaky. Itachi grabbed my hand and followed her, tugging me along. She unceremoniously dumped a bundle of clothes into my arms a moment later, then ran off. Itachi stayed still for a moment, then I felt a pull in the opposite direction. "Dressing room is this way. Let's see how you like the clothes."

We came out an hour later, with two bags of clothes, shoes, and other necessities for her, as well as some shinobi gear I had gotten for her. Recalling this morning's talk, it was the most I ever heard my father say in two minutes. He had told me about her status, what she needed, and after shopping and bringing the clothes back home, have her change then bring her to the Hokage's office. He wanted me to test her and see what she could do, in terms of keeping up in jumping across the roofs. Glancing at her, she had gotten used to walking with a blindfold on very quickly. I was able to walk my own pace and have her keep up with me. She still stumbled every now and then, but would pick herself back up, dust herself off, and keep going. Walking quicker, I watched as she tilted her head slightly, bringing it this way and that, as if triangulating my position based on footsteps, and sped up. I frowned. Nobody could hear a shinobi's footsteps. Which meant either her sense of hearing was extremely good, and she could hear the whispers around her, or she could see through the blindfold. It was definitely the first as the fabric was something you weren't supposed to see through. Even through one layer. She had 6 layers over her eyes, as the fabric was folded. I walked faster, as fast as I could without her stumbling too much, and put a few meters of distance between us, then whispered, "Mitsuki."

She tilted her head, and answered, "What is it?"

I returned my expression to emotionless, but inside my head, things were whirring around. Her hearing was extremely good. Which meant she heard the whispers. Which also meant she didn't care for them. How, and why? "They can say whatever they want."

Was her answer to my unspoken question. Quirking my head ever so slightly, I watched her carefully. She had read my mind. Oh well, it was probably a fluke. "It's not a fluke. Your lips are moving while you think, and while you breathe, I can hear the different sounds you're making. If you breathed through your nose, I wouldn't hear you, but right now you're having difficulty breathing through your nose, right? Relax."

Taking her word for it, I relaxed, and attempted to breathe through my nose, but sneezed as the scent I had wanted to avoid came with a breeze that swept past us. Her head turned up and she sniffed the wind. "Ah, I see. Why won't you help him?"

She dumped the bags on me, and was gone in a millisecond, surprising me. I snapped around, just barely managing to see her jump away in the direction the wind came from. Sighing slightly, I jumped after her, watching as she made her way easily across the roofs. One time she almost slipped off, and several she planted her feet on as if to check she was on solid footing. I followed her for several seconds, until she dropped out of sight into a small alleyway. She was so far ahead that I heard the screams before I saw the frantically running men and her. She was carefully holding a bleeding blonde-haired kid that I recognized. He was the Kyuubi container, and he also went to school with Sasuke. Jumping off the roof, I landed next to her gracefully. "What did you do to them?"
"Showed them a giant skull." She turned away, setting the kid down against the wall, and taking off her blindfold to wipe his wound clean. "Do you have any bandages in that bag of stuff?"

"Yes." I handed her a roll of bandages that I had gotten for her. She took it and lifted his shirt, not even reacting to the seal or the wound at all. It probably was muscle memory for her then. She wrapped the wound tight, stemming the bleeding from coming out, but the bandage was soaked before long. "Go ahead home and tell your mother sorry I stained some stuff. Give me a change of clothes and here, take this."

She held out the now bloody square of fabric and pulled off her stained dress, still facing away. Underneath she was wearing nothing, and the leggings seemed okay, but she was absolutely not showing any reaction to the fact I was staring openly at the many scars on her body. I took the cloth and dress, handing her another dress, this one in black, and she dragged it over her head, messing up her hair. "I'm taking him to the Hokage's office. Meet me there."

I watched as she leaped away without a single stumble or fall. Looking down at the dress she had quickly changed out of, I noticed something weird. The front of it was cut open diagonally, as if she had gotten cut. Cursing, I leapt in the opposite direction towards the house so I could get more bandages.

Hokage's office

I knocked quickly on the door. When there was no answer, just the Hokage speaking to someone about a mission, I kicked it several times. The Third called, "Wait a moment, please."

I stomped around impatiently. After a few minutes, I heard them stop talking. I kicked it open, only to see two surprised people, both silver haired, but one sat at a desk and the other wore an ANBU mask. Opening my mouth to speak, I started, "What the hell is going on with-"

My vision wavered. I wobbled a bit, extremely dizzy, then regained my footing, and hissed, "What the hell is going on with Naruto?! They're abusing him while he's a sa-"

I collapsed and only then did I notice my front was stained with blood. When was it from? Was it from Naruto? No, he already stopped bleeding. Probably the time when I confronted the men and protected Naruto. My vision blackened for a moment, then I keeled over backwards, the last thing I saw being a worried Itachi with a roll of bandages in his hand.

"Who is she?" asked Inu, one of my fellow ANBU. He had taken off his mask, knowing that, I, as a fellow ANBU would not say a thing. "Rather, how is she?"

Questioned the Hokage. I glanced up at them. "She got hurt protecting the boy you condemned to misery. We named her Mitsuki, and she's my twin, Kakashi. A twin we didn't know anything about, yet excels in everything I can do and worked to do."

"You mean, she can use the Sharingan, and she's exactly like you?" Kakashi looked shocked. My face was grim. "She can use Mangekyou."

My head snapped up to face the Hokage. "Tell me the truth. Who has she killed, and why is she here?"

He sighed, and swiveled his chair around to face the windows. "Jun, stop sleeping."

In a flash, her wound healed, faster than Naruto did, and her body jerked, limply rising up to a sitting position. Her eyes opened, but they were still Mangekyou. "That's mean, you know. I actually was hurt."

Kakashi and I both stared, surprised and more than a little bit scared. I reached into my weapons pouch cautiously, and she obviously noticed, because as soon as she saw, her eyes looked down.

Mitsuki's POV

I desperately tried to make up an excuse. I couldn't tell them just yet. I shouldn't have saved Naruto, but I had so desperately wanted to bring him away from those who were hurting him just like the scientists did to me. "I was experimented on by a group of scientists who made me stronger, and made me the way I am. I remember everything, down to the last minute detail, I can smell, see, hear, and taste better than most humans can, I am extremely strong, and I heal very fast. I didn't want him to be hurt. I've heard of Naruto before, and yes, I do remember my past life, it's not one worth talking about or having to talk about it."

"Is she dangerous?" Was his only question in return. The Hokage sighed, following on my story. "Itachi-kun, relax. You share blood. Besides, it took her hours to explain her life, and I wouldn't want her to have to explain it to you. Let her have a new life, a different chance."

He relaxed, but only slightly. "I want more proof."

I snapped. "Do you want to hear about every single fucking painful experiment those damn scientists did on me? Do you want to know about how they killed me and brought me back to life until I didn't know whether I was dead or not anymore? Sure, I heal fast, but I feel 100 times more pain than usual because all I do is speed up time for the wound. My brain has been broken. Broken, fixed, broken fixed, broken fixed. My mind snapped ages ago. Would you like to see what's inside my mind? I can show it to you. Use your Mangekyou. Have a Yamanaka examine my head. They'll go crazy before they've been in there 5 seconds."

"Jun, calm down." The Hokage tried to calm me down. I snapped at him over my shoulder, "Don't call me that name!"

"Fine. Mitsuki, show them your real eyes." Sarutobi Hiruzen was getting on my nerves, but I obeyed, trying my best to force down the chakra levels going to my eyes. I closed them, and when I opened them, the reaction I knew I would see happened.