𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝘐. 𝘜𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘩𝘢

chapter eight

𝓐s a young boy, Itachi Uchiha was filled with (strangely) a lot of maturity. From the age when he began to talk, which was very early on according to his mother, his vocabulary was that of a 12 year old. His intellectual abilities was just one of the many talents he seemed to have been born with.
He graduated from the academy years earlier than anyone who had. And yet any opponent of a higher level was proven to be nothing compared to him. Though his skill was unmatched, absolutely nothing compared to his secretive ability to maneuver his way through two different perspectives. Simultaneously.

Thus bringing us to point P, the present.

As (name) lay asleep, Itachi did his best to keep her asleep. All the while the man searched through her closed files, with Danzo's help of course, he read through every single sentence.

A shadow clone still rested on her lap, giving her a sense of comfort that her husband-to-be was still relaxed and taking a nap. While he was off determined to find any information on her visual prowess.

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To his surprise, they did have a rather decently thick enough file to get information to satisfy his needs. His eyes scanned from the sentence of what hospital she born in, to the her latest mission.

(𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞) (𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞)
𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦: 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝
𝐝.𝐨.𝐛: (𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐝.𝐨.𝐛)
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞
𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐮 (𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞)
𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢
c𝐥𝐚𝐧: (𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞) 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧

Nothing he didn't know already. He flipped the page causing another file to fall down. Curiously, he put the flash light at an angle that shone onto a small table he walked over to.

He picked up the other file and opened it. His eyes scanned the file rapidly, taking every piece of information in. The file had nothing to do with her or her eye, it was data on Orochimaru, and his latest whereabouts.
Why would they keep Orochimaru's file in (name)'s.

And that where he saw it, just as he flipped the page.
Test Subject no. 6
successful,
age: 9
subject: (name) (surname)

the space between his eyebrows scowled, he flipped the page to see a series of photographs.
He felt sick to his stomach. Who would do such a thing? And how would (name) not remember something so traumatic?
In a matter of seconds he heard the door creak open. Immediately, he took the files and hid them inside of his shirt, hiding behind a tall cabinet.

"Where is it"? A familiar voice demanded.
"You'd have to look," yet another familiar rusty voice replied, a voice Itachi had come to know as the hokage's.
He leaned closer into the wall where his back faced. "We keep all our file's under a specific order".

Itachi glanced down at the now crinkled papers.

"Hiruzen. We agreed that her files would not be kept in public custody, if there is even a slightest chance it falls into the wrong hands. It would blow our entire cover"
"I understand that. But hiding it would only make it more suspicious than necessarily. Nobody has access to any of these files

Except for Danzo, who was in fact the definition of "wrong hands".
"You have to relax, Masaru"

"Find them" he ordered, "I have to meet (name) anyway. I personally ask you this as a favor. After everything I have sacrificed for this village".

"You mean (name). What (name) has sacrificed for the village. And she doesn't even know it" Lord 3rd defensively replied.
"That's right.. and I plan to keep it that way" Masaru spoke, he turned around and walked out of the hall.