Tidal Wave [ItaNaru] [DROPPED]

7: Ominous; tensed silence

Itachi knew that he was supposed to be worried. He should be. His entire clan was at stake.

Even if it was their own fault. The clan was still at stake. His entire family was at the risk of dying out.

And yet, yet his duties and his love for this Konoha was overwhelming his sense of duty to his family. His clan.

Itachi was just twelve. He shouldn't have to take such a decision.

To have to choose between his family, his clan and his village. To become a spy, an imposter among his very own family.

He, of course, found out about the coup d'etat his clan's elders were planning. To awash the Konoha with blood. To seize control and to restore their tarnished honour.

To be the once prideful Uchihas they were.

Yet, here he was. A pacifist, a boy who'd seen the horrors brought by the flames of war. He couldn't understand why the others couldn't see the horrors he could.

What was so enticing about blood, about war?

He was an Uchiha too, he, too, felt need to be powerful. But it did not mean he would side with his families conquest for power.

A conquest that would give birth to civil war.

Thus, despite being against the thought of playing a spy against his own family, his own blood.

He accepted the mission.

There were two. Shisui was in this with — a pacifist, not a spy — him. He was better at trying to pacify the situation without causing more problems to arise. He was trying and trying his darn hardest.

But Itachi could see, he could see that his best friend, Uchiha Shisui, the best of the best in their generation was failing and failing miserably.

So, Itachi became an actor. An actor who's act no one could see through.

Not even Shisui with his Mangekyo Sharingan.

But Uzumaki Naruto, a variable of an existence. An existence too bright and too endearing to be anywhere near people like them.

Yet here he was, sitting between Shisui and him. Feeling right at home with a book in his hands and feet soaked in the cool river water. For some reasons, Uzumaki-Namikaze Naruto — the only son of Lord Fourth — was fond of going over basics and reading books that held basics taught at the academy.

Which actually kind of made sense because at his age most kids were in the academy getting taught by trained chunnins but here he was being taught by his Papa — a priest an undeniably powerful one — and being self taught for most parts on the books.

Hence, Itachi and Shisui had made it their joint mission to teach whatever they knew. It would be, after all, a waste of Naruto's potential to not teach him.

Shisui looked at Naruto, glancing at the book in his hand, he asked. “What are you reading, Naruto-kun?“

Itachi lowered his eyes to take a look at the book in his hand.

'Fuinjutsu Mastery: Beginners'

The cover read.

It took Itachi's all to not show a strong reaction as his eyes darted to Naruto who answered Shisui without looking up from the book.

“Oh, it's a book that Papa gave me this morning,” he said nonchalantly. “Apparently it's been written by one of my ancestors, Uzumaki Mito.“

Unable to restrain himself, Itachi cough into his fist as Shisui choked wide-eyed. He stared at the Namikaze heir and stuttered out.