𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚!𝐎𝐜 ── ❝ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 ❞
── Following the plot of Naruto when he's younger, Uchiha Misaki is the twin sister of Uchiha Sasuke...
"You have the curse mark. I was just wondering if you wanted to. discuss it," Anko began cautiously, as we sat in a traditional dango shop, snacking on the sweet treats.
I paused, the dango I was about to eat lowered back onto the tray. "I do have the mark," I replied, calm, but curious. "What makes you want to speak about it?"
Worry and understanding flashed in Anko's eyes. "I have one, too," she whispered. "I know what it means to carry that burden."
The revelation surprised me, and I looked at her more closely. The curse mark had always seemed a dark secret, a personal stigma. To learn that Anko bore this same burden was a bonding experience I did not expect.
"I see," I said slowly, nodding. "It makes sense. It's not something people discuss lightly."
Anko nodded, turning serious. "It's a power, yes, but it's also a curse. It can consume you if you're not careful."
My eyes fell on the dango, sitting on the tray, as my thoughts strayed to the complications of my life. While there was so much darkness in me, I took comfort from such simple pleasures as these confections. I liked them, whereas Sasuke rejected sweet things. Another difference between us, adding to the many opposites that set our paths aside. Itachi and I shared similar tastes; a bond that stood in contrast to the inevitable clash between Itachi and Sasuke.
"Although my mark is sealed, it's utterly useless," I scoffed, frustration lacing my words. "I was just thinking last night actually that the curse mark could have been such a useful asset for my progress of becoming stronger."
"There is a way," Anko began, her voice tinged with a hint of intrigue.
"To use a sealed curse mark?" I asked, lifting my brows skeptically, struggling to believe her claim.
"Of course," she smugly said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It just takes time."
"I don't have time," I grumbled, feeling expectations weighing upon me. Louder again, I said, "As I said a few days ago, as much as I want to pass the exam, what I want to do doesn't require me to pass it."
Anko nodded gravely, looking solemn. "I know, I haven't forgotten."
My interest strayed away with her still talking about this and that jutsu; my gaze was focused on the waving curtains. Propping my arm on the oak table and my head balanced in the palm of my hand, suddenly, I'm lost in thought.
Suddenly, a bubbly voice cut through my reverie, bringing me back to the present. Naruto was walking by; an animated conversation he was having with an older man caught my ear. Crazy, long white hair and clogs—had to be the 'Pervy Sage' he had mentioned that night.
