嘆かわしい 歌

I AM NOT DEAD!! Stop asking me that plz... yes, this is my next Fanfiction, I know what you’re thinking, “oh great, ANOTHER one she’ll drag us into and NOT finish...” not the case, I have it ALL thought out this time!! Everybody gasp “OMG!! APPOCOLYMPSE NO!! D:” yeah, it’s finished, but I’m posting the chapters whenever I can really find time to write them ‘cuz school and work is screwing my head around lately... That, and I’m evil :3

The title, ‘Nagekashii Uta’ means ‘sad song’ and you’ll see why later... this is the scrappy version of chapter one. Pretty rushed... I actually forgot about this website when I wasn’t receiving updates anymore (account must’ve died where I hadn’t come on in so long D:)

So yeah, teh story:

Summary: The manga you WERE’NT told of... behind the scenes, just what happened in the life of Itachi Uchiha? Rated for foul language, mild drug references, possible violence and child abuse. Possible hints at yaoi in later chapters (depends what I feel like, who helps me with it and how hyper I am :D)

Time to taint innocent minds with my ramblings and crap... enjoy chapter one

Nagekashii Uta

Chapter 1: ‘He won’t save you’

“See that, Itachi? That cloud in the sky. Big huh? What do you think it means?”

“It’s grey Shisui. That’s weird, huh...”

Ah, young Itachi, newest Uchiha prodigy...Didn’t I hear that once before? Failed again then, huh, Uchiha... The kid’s hopeless compared to how I was at his age... Not in the eyes of the others though, I guess...

“It means a storm is coming. You’re scared of storms, huh...”

“I am not!”

Ignorance is bliss... Watch him jump at the first sound of thunder tonight...

“Really? Ok then, big shot, think you can sit OUTSIDE while the storm rages?”

“...What?! No way!”

“Oh c’mon! I’ll sit with ya...”

“You’re kidding! The metal in your face will get you killed!”

Damn this kid... One lip ring and 3 in the ear and he goes crazy, I got ‘em like what, last week...He should really get over it. I’ll give him one in his sleep if he doesn’t, hehe...

Shisui. A young man, Chuunin rank, with a 6 year old child on his back, wandering the Uchiha district with an expression on his face what some would call ‘worlds away, without a care in this world’. Of course sarcasm was implied... It was tiresome caring for your younger cousin after all...

This kid’s awfully happy considering what happened two years ago... The war... That cursed war; this little kid was traumatized, even comatose for a while and now... He must have blocked it out or something... I remember his face that very morning of the dreaded day of the war like it was yesterday...Wonder if he’s forgotten about it...I think I’m gonna mess with him a bit...

“Hey kid, take a lookie at this-” Shisui dropped Itachi from his back. The child looked up at his cousin, obviously somewhat confused but at the same time, so curious. He pulled the boy by his head close to his own face to lock eyes with him. Itachi, clearly surprised by this action, watched Shisui’s eyes turn red with immense chakra, malevolent, threatening, cosmic voids of blood redness with three black spots spinning around his pupils. Itachi was visibly disturbed by it. His eyes grew wide and he tried to squirm out of Shisui’s grasp, only to be pulled back again, until he whimpered “it looks like...”

Shisui’s eyes reverted back to normal. “...Looks like what? You remember it, huh?”

“That night... It was...You, or... My father... Or-“ WHACK! Itachi whiplashed backwards by the impact from the back of Shisui’s hand. It was so fast Itachi hadn’t even registered it was Shisui who had done it.

“What was that for?” Shisui remained silent for a moment. Itachi stared intently at him, tears stinging at his eyes as he sat desperately trying to keep them from falling.

After that moment Shisui spoke;

“The hell makes you think your son of a bitch father would save you if you were in trouble?” Itachi was immediately startled by his comment. Not only had he sworn in front of a six year old, he basically told him his own father didn’t care about him.

“Wh-what do you mean? Father would help me if I needed him! I know he wo-“

“All that asshole wants is you to be the greatest ninja of all... He won’t save you... ‘Cause he knows that if you can’t save yourself, you’re not worth saving... He’s brutal, Itachi, don’t listen to anything he says.” And with that, he walked away, allowing the six year old to sit and think things through. After about 5 seconds of watching Shisui’s back as he walked further and further away with every step, he jolted up and chased after his cousin.

As they walked back through the Uchiha district, Itachi had suddenly latched himself onto Shisui’s arm.

“Hey, what is it?” after not getting an answer, Shisui nudged the 6 year old off his arm, to which Itachi reacted by latching onto it again. “Itachi, what’s- “

“The way they stare...” Shisui looked down at him, clueless as to what he was saying. As he was about to question it, the boy spoke again;

“They look at you with eyes full of hate and distaste, Shisui... why?” Shisui looked away from him, onyx eyes suddenly averted to the ground, shielded from view by his bangs. “Why, Shisui?” he asked again, after being denied his answer.

“Because... The duty that now lies upon your shoulders... Was once mine...”

Itachi looked up at him questioningly. Shisui felt his gaze and somewhat automatically regained his happy-go-lucky demeanour. “But that’s not important anymore. It’s starting to rain, so let’s get you home before the storm comes, right?”

After a quick nod from the boy, Shisui lifted him and he latched onto his elder cousin’s Chuunin vest, keeping him shielded from the rain on the way home.

Shisui had gone home. The storm had picked up tenfold. Itachi sat in his room, all alone, listening to the rain hit his window harshly and watching the lightning dance on his walls. The light caught the shadows of the raindrops that had streaked their way down the window, making odd and eerie patterns on those walls as they moved in sync with when thunder sounded, the ritual disturbing the 6 year old greatly.

He tapped his leg on his bed, trying to keep his mind occupied with other movements. It was late, his parents were downstairs, he was meant to be sleeping but his mind was resting on one thought;

“Because... The duty that now lies upon your shoulders... Was once mine...”

Shisui stared out his window from his attic. He and his band often practiced in there because the enclosed space allowed their ‘ruckus’ to be undisturbed. No sound made in there seemed to exit. However, he was tired and he didn’t feel like practicing with them tonight. Instead, he sat alone on his bed, playing soft notes on his bass guitar, all the while thinking of how his little cousin was faring at home during this time...

“You scared, kid? Well... Bet you’re alone in there, huh... Told you, didn’t I... I told you... He won’t save you...”

Wewt... hope you like this beginning... couldn’t think of anything else... /