The Darkest Moments

She wispered sweet words and coos in my ear as I sat on the bed a zoned out look on my face.

What had I done? I had been practicing Katon no Jutsu in the forest. Tabby, the orange persian cat we had, kept pawing at my leg so i'd play with her, but I ignored her.

I did the handsigns and blew out a small puff of fire again.

Tabby jumped and clawed my leg. I flung her off me and used Katon on her in my frustration and anger.

She looked like a burnt piece of chicken. Lying there scorched and ashy.

I didn't really care. Not at all actually.

I looked at my mom. "Mom, could you let me have some time to think?" I asked her.

She tried to smile, but that's not what it looked like. "Sure, honey." She kissed my forehead before leaving.

I walked down the hall to the second door on the right and pushed it open.

"Aniki?" I asked and peered into the room.

"Yes, Sasuke?" Itachi answered from his bed; he was sharpening his katana.

"I killed Tabby." I said coming in and sitting on the foot of his bed.

"Oh, really." He looked up. "Katon no jutsu?" He asked putting the sword down.

"Yeah, have they told you, already?" I asked leaning back on the bed.

"No. As i've said before, we're spechail brothers." He said then picked up his sword again.

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"Okay, practice groups." Kakashi put down his orange novel.

"Naruto, you and Sasuke." He motioned for the raven to join the blonde.

"Sakura with me." He said and picked up the book again.

"Remember," He glanced at Naruto and Sasuke. "No headshots," He looked at Naruto. "No Chidori," Back to Sasuke. "And NO GROIN SHOTS!" A glare at Sakura.

They all got four feet square of thier partners ready to attack.

Sasuke ran forward kunai in hand.

Naruto already creating the handsigns for kage bunshin.

Sasuke threw enough shurikan to hit all the clones and the real Naruto.

Sasuke flipped and landed so quickly behind Naruto he was almost invisible.

Kunai to Naruto's throat. "You're dead." Sasuke whispered.

Another graceful flip away.

Sakura and Kakashi, already done, had been watching the two fight.

"Okay then." Kakashi said looking back at his novel again. "Indivisual training." He said waving them off.

They all seperated and went to where thier specific spot was.

Sakura went under the big oak tree to practice building chakra.

Sasuke went to target practice.

"Naruto a word?" Kakashi said yanking Naruto back by his collar.

"Yes, sensei?" Naruto asked his azure eyes looking at the grey-haired jounin.

"Walk with me." Kakashi said reading his book and walking into the forest.

"You haven't been giving your all like usual this week." Kakashi said his visible eye looking at Naruto.

"Yeah, i've been kinda tired lately." Naruto said yawning.

"Hm." Kakashi looked back at his book. "It just looks like your trying to lose." He said casualy.

"What?!" Naruto yelled. "Naruto Uzumaki never loses for fun!" He crossed his arms and pouted.

"Okay, okay." Kakashi said. "Go back and train." He said his one eye curving up to show he was smiling.

Naruto smiled and walked back to his training spot.

A tree with a few dummies on it to practice aim with kage bunshin.

Kakashi's system was simple; focus on what your good at.

Naruto was good at two things; Kage bunshin and dying.

He smirked to himself. If only Kakashi could see what he was thinking.

His thoughts and fantasies had scared him for a while, but now they were a comfort.

Often he dreamed of La Petite Mort.

One of the only classes he paid attention in had been foreign language.

He glanced around and made the shadow clone hand signs again.
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"Spechail brothers..." I repeated.

"Yep, spechail brothers." Itachi said.

"Hm. So does that mean we share characteristics?" I asked getting up and walking around the room.

"Yes we do. You don't know it, but we do." Itachi lifted his katana to his eye to examine it.

"Like what?" I glanced at him curiously.

"Come here Sasuke." Itachi looked at me over his katana, a smile on his face.

I strolled over to his side and sat on the bed.

Itachi lifted my sleeve and made a cut on my arm with the Katana.

"How does it feel?" He asked.

"It stings, but in a good way." I put a little of the blood on my fingure checking it out.

"Hm. La petite mort." He said and made an Identicle cut on his own arm.

"What does that mean?" I asked licking some of the blood off my fingure.

It tasted...sweet...

Itachi smiled. "The sight of blood relating to death." He licked his own cut. "It has another meaning; used more often by the french, but i'm not the one who should show you it."

Itachi started sharpening his Katana again.

"La petite mort." I repeated to myself as I went casually back to my room.