Red Wind Lullaby

“Give up kid?” Kiba’s cockiness, obvious in his voice. Ichiro was not old enough to understand why, but he was old enough to know that this cockiness irritated him a bit.
“Not. Yet.” Ichiro raised his head to look at Kiba and Akamaru. While Akamaru made his move to “gently” attack the boy. Kiba noted something about the boy… or more like right the flash of crimson in his eyes…. A crimson he hasn’t seen in years.

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“My patience wears thin!” One Uchiha Itachi growled looking around the room at his fellow Akatsuki members. The faces have changed over the past five years, as several have died in pursuit of their own demon to possess. Many Jinchuuriki transferred from dying members to healthier new ones. Overall Itachi has failed for the nearly a decade to earn his own and honestly his patience was wearing thin. For the past three years, all trace of the Kyuubi had vanished and the boy presumed dead for some time, but when it over, Orochimaru had been found to be the one dead.
Orochimaru…. A thorn in the Akatsuki’s side for years on end. Since the beginning of the Akatsuki, when he was part of this unit he had been trying to overthrow them all to lead, finding that the Akatsuki’s objectives were much, much different from his own he left on his terms and began his own work. But now…
“With Orochimaru dead, and the other sharigan boy, your brother, has been detained once more by Konoha.”
“Tch…” Itachi rolled his eyes and looked away disgusted. “He still lives in that pitiful existence?” He scoffed at the thought of his brother, sorely disappointed that so much time had passed and he still has not even fathomed the strength to defeat him.
“With this discovery your…Jinchuuriki has also resurfaced.” Itachi should have been overjoyed by the news, at the very least capable of feeling some elation that his time would be coming much sooner than he thought.
“Good…” That was all he could muster.
“And also one more thing…
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“Oh God!” Kanna stepped back from the window trembling as she watched her son attempt to defeat the large dog. There before her, her five-year-old son had those eyes… the eyes she hasn’t seen for five years….
“Kanna…” Hinata jumped to her feet seeing the young woman sway a bit and then she promptly fell hitting her head on the hard floor. “Kanna!”

“What the…” Kiba continued to stare at the child but Akamaru continued forward at his slower pace, Ichiro moved a bit and hit the dog, not a hard hit, but enough to be aware that he had been touched. Akamaru smacked the kid across his face with his tail and the kid still hit the ground, his inexperience and lack of endurance being the reason.
“Kanna!” Hinata’s voice reached the two young men outside and they turned their eyes to the window of the tiny home. There in the window Hinata had her hands over her mouth, and Kanna was missing. “Is she alright?”
“She fainted.” Shino responded.
“Momma?” Ichiro pushed himself up and rushed back into the house, obviously finished with the “game” but his adrenaline keeping his eyes that bright crimson. Once back in he saw Shino carrying the young woman to the couch, undoing her shirt a little allowing some air to her chest, but not in a perverse manner. “Momma!”
“Ichiro…” Hinata turned to look at the boy, intending to reassure him that his mother had simply fainted but in the end her trademark gasp of shock escaped her as she looked at the boy, her words caught in her throat.
“Hinata.” Shino looked at her, partly confused for her gasp, but looked at the child she was intent on staring at and a tiny noise of shock escaped him.
Sharingan…
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“Oh…my head.” Kanna sat up and looked around. It was dark, had she fallen asleep?
“A kitten all alone…” She gasped looking around. She was indeed alone. “…only means trouble…”
“No.” She sat up and flinched when she felt something against her arm. She immediately swatted at it and found it to be thread hanging from her sleeve. “I’m just being paranoid. That whole thing was just one bad nightmare.” She whispered to herself, trying hard to squelch the possibility of that man, that person finding her.
He had promised her a next time. Next time you’ll like it best… Those were his words that echoed in her mind. Next time… and next time hadn’t come… will it come? She had hoped not. While she had endured pain, pain of her virginity to harshly taken, ostracized by everyone she knew, pain of sore backs and sleepless night with no help, she really had silently wished for death when she collapsed. Her life became an endless struggle and that bastard could only think of next time.
Next time will he be not so cowardly to use his genjutsu on her? Next time will he ravage her other virginal hole? Next time will he leave her with more of his children to take care of? Next time Will she be ostracized everywhere she went for the sheer fact that she had children and no father!
“NEXT TIME?!” She cried into her hands. The words made her sick. “Next time… Oh god… gonna puke.” She got up and made her way to the bathroom just as her front door opened up.
“Momma?” Ichiro watched her hair of white flutter off behind her and the bathroom door slam shut. In the silence that follows her retching echoed to them.
“I’ll go see if she’s okay.” Hinata patted the boy on the head and proceeded towards the bathroom. Shino and Kiba had made their way to see Godaime-Sama, report what occurred, what the boy possessed. “Just warm up the soup we brought back.” She added making her way to the bathroom.
“Okay.” The boy sighed and opened the bag from Ichiraku and slid the bowl into the microwave, setting for one minute first. The minute had passed, Hinata hadn’t returned. With an agitated sigh Ichiro checked the ramen, lukewarm. Another two minutes, now it was bubbling hot and Hinata hadn’t returned.
“Hey, Kid!” Kiba walked into the house the same way he seemed to always do. “Where’s Hinata?”
“Bathroom with Momma.” Kiba had to bite back in the lewd thought that surfaced rather quickly.
“Ichiro, Pack an overnight bag.” Hinata came from the direction of the bathroom, in her arms was Kanna who was laying limply, conscious if only for her open and blinking eyes, but not really conscious in mind.
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“You really are a Dobe…” One Sasuke Uchiha stared out of his cell, thoroughly pissed at having been brought back to this place. Death would’ve been more suitable for him to return to this place. He’d been gone long enough, so they should’ve killed him. Dammit. After all this time he still was unable to find and kill his brother.
“Momma, are you sure you’re okay?” Sasuke turned his attention outside of his temporary cell. It was stationed outside of the Hokage tower and heavily sealed, he knew better than to try and lift them, despite all his training, while he was bettering himself, the entire world had gotten better as well. HE had already tried and found himself unconscious for hours.
“I’m okay Hon…” A softer voice answered the child. “Hinata-Chan, will you care for Ichiro this night.”
“Hinata-Chan… I remember that girl. Always fawning over the Dobe.”
“Oi, if you’re not feeling well you shouldn’t push yourself.”
“Shut up, Kiba.” The woman from before muttered before they all came into sight. First thing he noticed was his old classmates all evolved greatly from their childhood looks. Nothing interesting there. The weak looking young lady on Akamaru’s back… She was new. White hair, dark skin… still nothing too interesting.
“Don’t be that way just because you’re in trouble again.” Kiba pushed her lightly.
“I’ve done nothing wrong to get in trouble.” The woman bounced slightly with Akamaru’s each step. Her face was blank and void and it looked as if it were a miracle she was sitting up.
“You know whenever Tsunade-Sama calls you to see her, you’ve done something irresponsible.”
“Kiba, she’s in no mood for your teasing…” Hinata scolded.
“When we leave, you’ll go right to bed.” Ichiro declared finitely looking at his mother‘s weakened condition.
“I was planning on it anyway.” She didn’t even look at the boy.
“Must be her son…” Sasuke looked at the boy. White hair like his mother, his face… THAT was interesting. It was like looking back in the past. Feeling that he was being watched the child stopped and stared into the darkness of the cell, staring at the red eyes that stared back.
Red eyes… he had been told about those red eyes. He had seen the sketches his mom would make and destroy when she got distant like this. He had seen their shocked stares this afternoon with whisperings of “crimson”. Of course those whispers had been centered around him, and now in the darkness of this cage were other crimson eyes looking back….
Looking back… that is how Sasuke felt looking at the child who resembled him so much in his younger days he could swear that this kid was of his flesh, but his time with Orochimaru had been more than enough reason for celibacy. This kid was like looking back at his weaker days… He wanted him dead. This kid, should die…
“Ichiro, come along. Your mom will be there for a while. Lets go bother Neji-Niisama.” She stood some distance behind the boy who turned and rushed to her. Hinata on the other hand looked at the eyes that stared back. She stared at that crimson defiantly before turning her back on the young man.
“I’m gonna kill that Dobe.” He turned away from the opening and glared at nothing. “I should’ve died…”