Songs For The Heartbroken: That's What You Get

Chapter 4

The intruder's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he hit the floor in a genjutsu induced coma. Shisui and I stood motionless as he cut the chakra flow to his eyes and gave me a once over to check for any injuries. When he managed to put his worry aside, he flared his chakra in the Konoha standard emergency frequency. It wasn't long after he had tied the intruder down with wire, than a squad of Konoha MP showed up, tailed by an ANBU team.

I couldn't make myself focus on what was going on around me. All I could manage was standing dumb folded, scrutinizing the face of the unconscious man on our kitchen floor.

"Were there any attempts on Konoha Clans other than the Uchiha?" I heard Shisui ask.

"For what we know, there was an attempt on the Hyuuga clan. They tried to take the head's daughter, Hinata-dono." Here, someone chuckled, like they couldn't believe someone would be stupid enough to try and kidnap someone from the clan who possessed the Byakugan of all kekke genkai.

"There was also an attempt on Itachi-sama. But the MP was able to stop them before they got to the house."

This piece of information woke me from my daze. They had tried to kidnap Itachi. I took the knife I'd hidden up my sleeve and took a step towards the intruder. I could understand an attempt aginst Konoha; history proved it wasn't all that unusual; we were a shinobi village for Kami's sake. But to target Itachi or Shisui was something I could and would not tolerate. I took another quiet step towards the comatose man; but before I could get any further, a hand closed in on my shoulder and stopped my advance. I didn't look up to see who had stopped me, I didn't have to.

"What are you doing Uchiha-san?"

I didn't answer right away, I stood there silently glaring daggers at the man had not only threatened my own life, but also my friend's.

"We need him alive for interrogation. And knowing Konoha's T&I department, he'll wish you had killed him." Kakashi knew he didn't have to say much to convince me, but still I stood there gripping the knife in my hand like my life depended on it.

"My team and I will be there to oversee the interrogation. Now please, give me the knife, Akane-san." His tone had been what did me in. It had been soft, almost too quiet, like he understood what I was going through.

I gave up my weapon and set my gaze on my feet in shame. What kind of shinobi allows themselves to get this carried away? I definitely had still much to learn. Learning how to kill people was not the hardest part of the job, it was being able to discern when was the right time to do it. If we weren't able to tell when the situation allowed to kill, to capture or to torture; then shinobi would be no better than ordinary, merciless murderers. The worst of scum.

"Please find out who did this, ANBU-san; and stop them before anybody gets hurt." I said, finally looking up to the painted clay mask, crowned by a mop of silver hair.

"Until I become a shinobi, I will put my trust in you to keep Konoha safe." I continued, bowing at the waist.

When my brother was done speaking with the ANBU captain, he came back into the kitchen and watched as the shadow forces disappeared into the night. Once ther was no one left in the house, we both sighed. My brother came to me slowly, with heavy tired eyes, and embraced me with what little strength he had left. He had been out of the village for over two weeks, running the entire length of the international border, making sure every outpost was up and running. He was exhausted, his chakra was almost entirely gone, and when he finally arrived home, someone had been trying to kidnap his sister. He would be sleeping well into the morning the next couple of days.

I decided we could both do with a nice cup of tea, and made sure he was comfortably settled before resuming my cooking. We were silent, both of us going over what happened in our heads and wondering what would have happened if...? It wasn't long before I was done with the Okonomiyaki. I set the table before my brother and served the food before sitting cross legged across him. I put my hands together and thanked for the food before taking my chopsticks. I didn't dig in though, because before me, Shisui was glaring daggers at his plate. He seemed deep in thought, in fact, he seemed to be having a very heated argument with himself.