𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚!𝐎𝐜 ── ❝ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ❞
── Misaki could never have anticipated what awaited her in the years to come-her tumultuous feelings, her fractured famil...
The top-secret files Danzō Shimura, the leader of Anbu Black OPs, had ever since that day are now entirely in the custody of Lady Tsunade. I had waited to receive those particular files. Sasuke had left the village because our big brother slaughtered our entire clan.
Sasuke and I have different theories on this matter. Whether Itachi killed all of our family because he wanted to or, my own thought, that Itachi was assigned to slaughter our clan. Today is the day that I found out which one of us is right.
My stomach churns, and I itch closer and closer to the restricted files within the Hokage building. The floorboards almost creak from the weight of my steps. I didn't want to immediately transport myself there since I was still contemplating whether I wanted to know about the incident, about what really happened.
Not thinking much, I push open the double doors, rehearsing the jutsu in my mind that would reverse the seal placed on this room. As soon as I step inside, I see the dust everywhere collected inside the space. My nose scrunched at the particles that flew when I hastily opened the door.
I instantly searched for the files underneath the Uchiha name. Lady Tsunade had not permitted me, nor anyone, to be in here; the consequences will be dire if she finds me lurking in here. Even though I have concealed my chakra, she might still be able to feel someone in the building or that she needs to come in here because she needs something.
I need to be quick.
My eyes dart around the room in the hope of finding something, anything, to do with the Uchiha clan. They found it—my eyes locked onto a box which had on it, into the oak wood, the Uchiha crest.
Darting to the other side of the room with sweaty hands, I pulled out the box from the shelf. The contents inside the box had some good weight to them as I winced in holding it.
I'm usually fine under most conditions, but with a churning feeling in my stomach that's on the rise, I'm not totally sure how long I'll hold out.
I dropped the box to the ground and immediately searched for any file that had the year my clan was slaughtered. I threw out every irrelevant file, scattering the dusty floor with multiple files composed of my clan.
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My mouth dries out, and my throat goes taut with an impossible swallowing as I open the file labeled with the date of that ominous day. The air now feels heavier, and I take a seat, bracing myself for the truth that lies within. The horrible scene unfolds before my eyes as the page flips: Mother and Father sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood.
