The Shadow Beneath the Cherry Blossom

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(“Don’t Kill me.” The young boy shouted tearing down the street as the full red moon gazed over him. )

The sky was black only lit by the high glowing full moon peaking through the leaves of the tall trees into a deep forest watching a young shinobi glide over the short blades of grass gripping the handle of his Katana in its sheaf. The boy watched as shurukins cut through the air passing him.

(“I don’t want to die… I DON’T WANNA DIE!!!”)

The young ninja’s face hardened and his black eyes sharpened. The grip on his sword grew tighter with every thought. The boy shut his eyes, I must get stronger… I can not lose!!! The boy’s eyes shot open, they had changed, they were full of malice and hatred for a “Certain some one.” His vision became sharper, he watched as the as each individual shurukins flew passed him and the direction that they rotated, cutting into trees.

“The time is nearing where the young Uchiha’s body will be mine.” A snake like voice spoke from a throne like chair in the shadows. “I have waited two and a half years for that body and the time is nearing when I’ll have the infamous Uchiha Blood.” The shadow spoke softly with a hint of excitement.
“Are you sure that the Uchiha will give himself to you so willingly…” Another Shinobi objected the robbed figure above him. The boy looked up from the couple of stairs into the shadows, pushing up his glasses with his index finger as they reflected the light of the torches in the process. “ … His will for power is great, is it not?” The boy spoke with an arrogant smirk about his face. The Shadowy figure seemed to have stiffened.

The Crimson eyed Shinobi looked to his side as he soared through the forest. Then a Kunai passed in what seemed slow motion with a small tag that read “Explosion” flickering in the wind attached by a thin rope. The boy released two shurukins out of his loose robe sleeve into his hand and tossed one shurukin cutting the tag off and the other cutting off the tag of another kunai on the opposite side. The boy looked up to see a large branch and leaped into the air turning and landing facing his pursuers placed his index fingers together lacing the wrest of his fingers together.

“After all, isn’t that what happened with the boy’s brother… Uchiha Itachi?” The boy explained awaiting the figures response.
“Kabuto,” The shadow gave a hint of a smile. “You don’t have to worry about that?” The figure said hinting at Kabuto’s jealousy.
“Excuse me Orochimaru-sama, but he is progressing quickly…”

The wind blew softly through the trees, as the boy stared down at the burning vegetation and bodies below him. His long black bangs fell passed his brow blowing in the wind. The boy wore an open chest cream colored robe that was tied down by a thick belt that dropped down to his knee.

(The little boy reached for the large wooden door quivering as he peaked through the cracked door. “Mom, mom!” The boy said lightly and slowly stepping through the door. “Father, Mother!” The boy yelled creeping through the house making his way to his parent’s bed room. He took a step closer to the door and stopped on his extended leg and began breathing steadily as his hand inched toward the tall wooden two way doors. His breath grew heavy as the door grew nearer to his anticipating finger tips.)

The wind raised ashes passed the young shinobi’s face as the smoke seeped through out the trees of the thick forest. His crimson eyes widened, and with that he leapt off the branch into the fire and smoke.

“… With the thought of his brother slaughtering their entire clan constantly running threw his mind…”
“Your family was also killed, was it not?” Kabuto looked toward one of the melting wax candles along the wall in disgust. “And you offered me your body when Kimimaro was no longer of any use to me.” There was a long drawn out silence floating between the two.
“I apologize my lord.” The boy said bowing to one knee.

The smoke was thick and the fire was still burning bright in a ring surrounding the young shinobi. The boy’s eyes were shut, he was standing straight up arms to his sides. The boy opened his sharp red eyes slowly, “I know your there, reveal your selves.” He scanned over the perimeter searching for a weak side. The ninja took in a breath and then sighed out in frustration. He dashed to the side clearing the smoke with his speed releasing his katana from its sheaf kneeling low looking up at the shocked shinobi staring back down at him.

(The door slid open allowing the dark room to swallow the light from the outside as it revealed his freshly slain mother falling to the ground crossed with his dead father. The boy’s innocent black eyes shifted back and forth from his mother and his father as the two lifeless corpses lied on top of each other. The boy’s face went white as his pure eyes were scarred and his innocence was stolen from him. The boy slowly lifted his head to find an overshadowing figure slowly sheathing his blade between him and his empty loved ones. As the shadowy figure stepped into the light the boy’s eyes widened with fear, distraught, and then rage. “Why brother!!!” He said with tears flooding from his pain filled eyes, “Why would you kill mother and father!!! Wh…” the tall figure threw a shurukin at the small boy cutting deep threw his shoulder knocking him back against the one closed door. The boy looked up with hurt in his eyes.)

The young shinobi froze in his position with his sword stretched to the side with him bowing to one knee as a Nin with a fatal gash in his side fell to his knees and onto his face.

(“I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!!!” The young one said racing toward his older sibling preparing to punch him in the face the face. The boy leapt toward his brother only to receive a strong blow to the stomach sending him flying backward.
“Foolish brother, you’re pathetic.” The young man said with disgust looking down upon his younger brother, his eyes bright red with murderous intent. The boy looked up in shock and amazement.
“I don’t understand, what happened to you…” He sniffled a bit. “You’re not the brother I used to know.”)

The young Nin dropped from the sky tearing his tainted blade through the spine of his enemy, instantly dropping him to the ground.

(The boy was laying on the cold hard wood floor of what was once his home as he began to lose conciseness when he heard his brother say, “If you want to kill me you must have eyes like me, hate me, despise me.”)

With that last thought, the shinobi whipped his sword though the air freeing it of all the foul liquid, slowly re-sheathed it and faded away into the night.