The Lost One [Naruto]

Prologue

I sat in the shadows, somehow hidden, terrified. I looked and saw mother, father, my parents, on the ground, dead. I couldn't believe it. Why would he do such a thing? My world slowed down as I saw a kunai fly towards my beloved little sister, the person I cared about most in the world. She sat there next to their dead bodies, shocked, not comprehending. I felt the scream rise to my lips, I wanted to jump out, protect her, but I was paralyzed, my silent screams unheard as the kunai sliced through her throat and her body slumped to the floor. And there he stood, my own master, Itachi- Sensei , impassive.

Why? Why would he do this? What did I do to him to deserve this? He turned, and I knew he was going to find me, to kill me. I felt my eyes change. The chakra already there surging, my sharingan altering into something else. My emotions suddenly felt distant as hate pushed them aside.

My fear, my sadness, it was still there, but it was as if they were someone elses emotions, like I was looking in on them from the outside. There was only one goal left in my head. Survive. My thoughts surged towards his. I didn't know what I was doing, only acting on some instinct embedded deep within me. I pulled my hands up into a sign, not entirely sure myself what it was.

I died with my family. You already killed me. The memories are there in your head. I repeated these thoughts in my head, pushing him to believe me. I saw the recognition, the memory pass over his features. I think he might have looked sad for the slightest moment, and then he turned, and left. The entire thing couldn't have taken more than a minute. I sat there shocked, frozen, for seconds, minutes, hours, days, I don't know, before I finally pulled my self up. I wasn't thinking, my body was just moving. I walked outside.

I might have said I was surprised, but I don't feel capable of that emotion anymore. Everybody, they were all dead. My entire clan was dead. How could he kill them all? I wandered through the compound, looking for survivors, but of course there weren't any. Even his own little brother lay dead beneath my feet. Sasuke. He had always seemed so precious to Itachi, but I guess it was just another piece of his flawless facade, covering up the cold-blooded killer inside.

I couldn't take anymore, I just ran. There were no survivors, so there was no reason for me to stay. I blindly fled, out of the compound, out of the village, and still I kept running. I had no destination in mind, I was just running. I felt the tears rolling down my face. My emotions, they kept getting farther, and farther away. I saw a type of darkness surrounding me like an aura of black chakra.

As I ran, my pain turned into anger, and anger into hate. I would kill him. I would make sure scum like him didn't live to kill another, to ruin another like he to me. My resolution was solid. The people of Konoha would think I was dead, just like the rest of them. I wouldn't go back. The memories were just too painful. I had no reason to go back anyways, the only bond I had left with anybody in that village was just a friend, and he would be okay. He was headed towards becoming a powerful shinobi, and from a powerful clan. My feelings of connection towards him were gone, anyway.

Day turned into night, and night back into day, but I never stopped, I never rested, I just ran. The tears had stopped. Those emotions had been pushed away, pushed away by the hate. Eventually trees and forest turned into sand and a burning sun. I felt myself weakening, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I has no food, no water, and no rest for however many days, I couldn't tell anymore.  I felt myself slowing. I then fell, the sand hot against my skin. My world slowly faded black, and I fell into the void.