yokaisasuke
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||Hello guys, just thought I'd try to actually make one. This is the VERY beginning, meaning the Prologue. Also, it doesn't have any action.||
Itachi peered through the door of the hospital, his eyes always casting a glance at his little brother. Then, he looked back to the people rushing about, their hasty movements, their rapid shuffling and even their brows were sweating. Maybe it had something to do with that weird feeling he had before, after hearing a far off howl.
Shrugging to himself, he looked at his little brother, his brows furrowing as he stared at him. Sasuke was currently pawing at a dangling string that was attached to a cleverly made device that made it so that only Itachi could pull the string from the table.
Looking from the cute little form of Sasuke, he looked back at the scurrying flocks of doctors. Something was obviously wrong. Inching closer, much to Sasuke's chagrin, he peered around the corner. He could see an old man, obviously the Hokage, arguing with a few other people, an old mane with glasses and an old woman with a scrunched up face.
“Sarutobi, you have no Authority here!”, yelled the Old Man with glasses, his hands balling into fists, “you were out voted on this!”
The Old Woman seemed to be about to voice her opinion, when a sharp cry escaped from the room they were outside of. The cry was that of a small child, one that was obviously alone as well as suffering. Itachi had to fight against his will to investigate further, but the next words stopped him dead in his mental fight.
“You will LEAVE this place immediately, Sarutobi”, cried the Old Woman, her voice clearly speaking with authority, “or else the child will be sentenced to execution!”
Itachi's heart skipped a beat. They were talking about a child...? Surely they weren't this heartless! His hand balled up into a fist, his eyes glaring at the three people. The Hokage was here, why wasn't he doing anything? Why wasn't ANYONE doing anything?!
Then the old woman laid eyes on him. Her brows went up, and her mouth parted just slightly. Then, her emotions got in check. Looking past Itachi, she looked at the nurse that was watching the trio, along with the young Uchiha. “Don't you have any decency? Get the boy out of here!”
The nurse hurriedly nodded her head, a bead of sweat trailing down from her cheek to drop off at her jaw-line. Placing her hands on the Uchiha's shoulders, she led him back to the mini-Uchiha that was...
Was he batting at a string? Raising her brow, she stopped and stared, her lip twitching. Surely, the child wasn't an Uchiha. Looking from Itachi to Sasuke, she could see the resemblance, even the shirt that had the Uchiha-Fan on the back. Funny how they came in baby sizes.
Itachi glared at the wall. Why would Konoha put a baby in prison? Much less execute it? It made no sense, and was currently tearing at the Uchiha's insides, making his stomach twist and curl. His hand was still balled in a fist, a small trickle of blood dripped to the floor. One day, Itachi was going to be a Ninja, just like his father. IF he couldn't even protect one child, how could he be a ninja?
From that day on, Itachi set out to better himself, to protect the village and to rescue the child that had been locked up. If he couldn't rescue one child, how could he even hope to protect a village?
|| Any questions? Comments? OR just want to flame for no reason? Then comments.||
Itachi peered through the door of the hospital, his eyes always casting a glance at his little brother. Then, he looked back to the people rushing about, their hasty movements, their rapid shuffling and even their brows were sweating. Maybe it had something to do with that weird feeling he had before, after hearing a far off howl.
Shrugging to himself, he looked at his little brother, his brows furrowing as he stared at him. Sasuke was currently pawing at a dangling string that was attached to a cleverly made device that made it so that only Itachi could pull the string from the table.
Looking from the cute little form of Sasuke, he looked back at the scurrying flocks of doctors. Something was obviously wrong. Inching closer, much to Sasuke's chagrin, he peered around the corner. He could see an old man, obviously the Hokage, arguing with a few other people, an old mane with glasses and an old woman with a scrunched up face.
“Sarutobi, you have no Authority here!”, yelled the Old Man with glasses, his hands balling into fists, “you were out voted on this!”
The Old Woman seemed to be about to voice her opinion, when a sharp cry escaped from the room they were outside of. The cry was that of a small child, one that was obviously alone as well as suffering. Itachi had to fight against his will to investigate further, but the next words stopped him dead in his mental fight.
“You will LEAVE this place immediately, Sarutobi”, cried the Old Woman, her voice clearly speaking with authority, “or else the child will be sentenced to execution!”
Itachi's heart skipped a beat. They were talking about a child...? Surely they weren't this heartless! His hand balled up into a fist, his eyes glaring at the three people. The Hokage was here, why wasn't he doing anything? Why wasn't ANYONE doing anything?!
Then the old woman laid eyes on him. Her brows went up, and her mouth parted just slightly. Then, her emotions got in check. Looking past Itachi, she looked at the nurse that was watching the trio, along with the young Uchiha. “Don't you have any decency? Get the boy out of here!”
The nurse hurriedly nodded her head, a bead of sweat trailing down from her cheek to drop off at her jaw-line. Placing her hands on the Uchiha's shoulders, she led him back to the mini-Uchiha that was...
Was he batting at a string? Raising her brow, she stopped and stared, her lip twitching. Surely, the child wasn't an Uchiha. Looking from Itachi to Sasuke, she could see the resemblance, even the shirt that had the Uchiha-Fan on the back. Funny how they came in baby sizes.
Itachi glared at the wall. Why would Konoha put a baby in prison? Much less execute it? It made no sense, and was currently tearing at the Uchiha's insides, making his stomach twist and curl. His hand was still balled in a fist, a small trickle of blood dripped to the floor. One day, Itachi was going to be a Ninja, just like his father. IF he couldn't even protect one child, how could he be a ninja?
From that day on, Itachi set out to better himself, to protect the village and to rescue the child that had been locked up. If he couldn't rescue one child, how could he even hope to protect a village?
|| Any questions? Comments? OR just want to flame for no reason? Then comments.||
