Now What Have I Gotten Myself Into? ~Enter Konoha's number one knuckle head

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Chapter 7

After Kakashi had dropped me off at my old apartment I had went inside it. The Hokage's name, come to find out was Tsunade. The slug queen. A part of me wanted to kick myself because I had forgotten who she is but the other part of me was still stuck in a state of confusion. She sent me back to my apartment. She didn't question what I had told her and have me tortured. She didn't hold any ill will at all towards me. Instead.. She welcomed me back to the village and had told me she was going to give me some time home before having me decide if I still wished to be a ninja. I told her that I hadn't needed any time. I am a ninja and nothing was going to change that. I even tried to talk her out of keeping me home and off of missions for a while but she would hear none of it. Her reasons.. I needed to rest.

There was dust absolutely everywhere in my apartment. So instead of resting I spent hours cleaning it up even had to clean my bedding to rid it of all the layers of dirt. The sun was high in the sky before I had even set down on my bed and pulled out my blue book and a pen. I wrote Itachi's name on the empty page and waited.

It was sometime last year when I had figured this out. I was off with Sasori and Deidara rather then with Itachi like usual. Everytime we had to be separated it was lonely. So one mission I focused all of my free time on linking two particular books together. It no longer mattered how far apart we were, we could now communicate. At least until the last tailed beast the three of us fought. One book got ruined from how badly burnt I had gotten. I had made another set but until the other day, there had been no reason for me to give it to him. We've been together constantly now for months.

When I seen my name appear I couldn't help but smile. I wanted to tell him everything. Including where I was, even what had happened last night. There was so much in me just bursting to come out. Tucking my feet onto the bed in front of me I rest my back against the wall. Placing the book on my thighs I begin to write. The page was completely filled by the time I finished and I sat there watching the ink fade. Showing it was transfering to the other book.

His responses were short like usual and were taking quite some time in between receiving them. He was busy and FishFace was trying to read over his shoulder. He wasn't upset with me at all though. He was actually glad that I was back in the village. He asked me how long I thought this mission was going to take and I felt a ping of loneliness return to me. A drop from my eye slipped from its confines and fell to the paper we have been writing on. I frown at this as I watch it disappear.

Maybe I'm just tired. I thought when Itachi didn't say anything since I never did answer his question. Resting my arms over my knees I lay my head forward upon them. Only planning to close my eyes for a few moments as I wait. I was just so tired. An exhaustion that when you are used to being constantly on the move you learn to push to the furthest recesses of your mind. An exhaustion, I am now feeling the full brunt of. For once there was no set time for me to wake up. No reason for me to get up. No missions, no jobs, no expectations, no loud mouth FishFace. Just silence.

A knock at my door brings my eyes to open. Sitting up I look down at the book that fell off my chest. Rubbing my head with a groan I realize that I had actually fallen asleep and at some point I must of laid down clutching to book. Getting up off of my bed I walk out of my bedroom and make my way to the front door. Covering a yawn with my right hand as I go.

Opening up the door I raise a brow seeing Captain Yamato looking down at me. I tilt my head trying to work my mind through my sleep as I rub the back of my head groggily. "Oh, sorry to wake you." He says as another yawn is drawn out of me.

"I thought the lady hokage gave me time off.." I mumble and rub my eyes. Yamato's large eyes just seem to peer down at me.

"She did." He says as I could tell even he was trying almost a little too hard to show emotion as he speaks. "uhh.. A week ago." My eyes widen and I place the palm of my right hand against my forehead.