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Chapter2: The Awakening

She entered her home from the back, noting briefly that the shoji to Sasuke's room was wide open. The place was deathly silent but for the hushed voices coming from the dining area. The shogi was slightly ajar, and through it she saw her mother kneeling with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes held a deep emotion, one that Tama had failed to muster over the years. Her sharingan was active, spinning wildly as she wept softly.

"The way we think is different, but I'm still proud of you.", she heard Fugaku say from beside her mother, and immediately, almost too fast for comfort, they fell to the floor.

Confusion and surprise filled Suzume, and she found herself rushing to towards the shoji before she could stop herself. She quickly pushed it open, and her searching gaze landed on a familiar figure.

Bright crimson glowed in the boy's eyes. They locked gazes in a heated moment of trepidation, as she walked into the room, unable to walk around the still warm blood of her parents.

She stood in the pool of crisom liquid, surrounded by the dim yellow light of wall lamps that hung around the kitchen. She crouched down, checking to see if there was still any life in their eyes. Mikoto twitched, weakly moving her hand to hold that of her daughter's. It was a fleeting moment, happened quickly enough that she could say it didn't. She watched as the life faded from her eyes, slowly.

"Tama-chan... I'm... Sorry...", she breathed, and with that, she was gone.

She was empty, she felt so void of life, of emotion.
She didn't know what to think, nor how to react to the scene before her. She rose to face the boy, and he slowly raised his weapon.

She swallowed.

He pointed the katana at her, the tip brushing lightly against her neck. She looked down slightly, right hand clenching own her sword tightly at her side, ready to strike but unwilling. Her breathing was haggard as she tried calm herself down.

"Do it, kill me.", she hissed. Anger was the one emotion that she could harbour, anything else would be too much.

"I can't.", the boy said, his voice wavering, cheeks stained with tears.

Hot tears burned Tama's eyes, and she did the best she could from supress the anger that rose within her. There was no time for weakness now. She held Itachi's wary gaze in a battle between onyx and crimson.

"I won't kill you, Tama-chan.", he said lowly. He couldn't.

He lowered the katana and slowly went to stand directly in front of her. "I want you to live, I'm sorry.", he whispered. His eyes glowed a bright crimson, three tomoe spinning wildly about them. He was angry, he was anguished. He knew that she could tell, as much as he tried to hide it. He wished that this hadn't happened but, it had. There was no turning back from this point, lives were already lost to his hand.

"You think you can just leave after killing your own people? What? Am I supposed to just watch happily as you walk off?", she asked, voice haorse and words hurried, but each word deliberate in the way she delivered it.

Her voice cracked as she said again, "After you let me walk on the spilt blood of my own parents? Look at me. My feet are drenched in my mother's blood! My father's blood is all over me!"

She stepped forward, avoiding the corpses of her dead parents.

"I'm afraid that I cannot allow you to leave this place, brother."