Ice cold Uchiha(Naruto fanfiction)

Neglect-1

Is there a limit to how much you can love someone?
No matter how much I hurt them or get hurt by them,I find myself far from hating them. Actually I hope those cuts and bruises never heal ,and scar like burns...................................So they can never forget me.

Chapter 1

Ori's POV

I sat on my bed playing with my toy birds as my parents continued to argue down stairs. My room was plain with only a bed and dresser for my clothes. A box of miscellaneous things pushed under the window which revealed a full moon in the night sky. The reason for my under decorative room was that I was always leaving home, or so it seemed. Every night mom and dad would argue about, "What to do with Ori?" As if it weren't bad enough, today was my birthday and the worst one yet. Mom had been on missions all day and dad was blind drunk.
"I'm sick of Ori stairing at me with those cold silver eyes, he's the only Uchiha with white hair and silver eyes, a freak." Dad slurred drunkly as he argued in the kitchen with mother. These comments always caused tears to form in my eyes. I wiped my eyes angrily foolishly believing there was truth in his words.
"How dare you speak of my son so foul?! He already finished the academics of a gennin, having the Hokage personally assign him a mentor. He also has his Shiringan and the village's heart behind him and that's still not enough for you!" Mom barked angrily knowing how hard I had worked to become a shinobi. Spending months alone perfecting my craft.
Having my spirit slightly lifted I tip-toed out of my room and looked down stairs at my distracted parents.
"You know what?" Dad asked waving his beer bottle around drunkly.
"I gave him that Shiringan, I tried drowning him one day but he escaped." He confessed proudly. The flash-backs of last year's attack flashed in my mind. *He had been the one disguised as a rain ninja that cold evening.*
I clenched my fists looking away to hide the tears. Mom gasped in surprise and I heard her slap him. "How could you?" She asked every ounce of hurt showing in her voice.

"So a fight is what you want?" Dad slurred as he recovered breaking his bottle atop mom's head. She fell to the ground stunned in her moment of fragility and he kneeled down grabbing her throat then squeezing with all his drunken strength. Her snow white hair draped all around. Suprise, anger, sadness all these emotions flooded in being that this was his first time ever crossing this line with mom and I wasn't about to sit back and watch. I pulled my lone kuni from my pocket and ran down stairs.
"Stop!" I demanded closing the distance and plunging my kuni into his stomach. He punched me lazily which easily dazzed me and let mom fall to the floor gasping for air.
"Just look at you, ready to die already." He said pulling the kuni from his stomach and approaching me. Rolling to my feet I backed away and closed my eyes activating my icy blue Shiringan. He threw powerful blows with his right hand and occasionally slashed with his left hand. I easily evaded each attack and waited for an opening. He missed his last slash and I kicked his shin causing him to curse and stumble back. I ran to mom shaking her. Her eyes wide as she regained herself and she started struggling to her feet. I looked back to see dad throw the kuni at mom's unsuspecting form. Time seemed to slow drasticky as I stood in the path of the kuni with closed eyes waiting for the pain to come, but it never did. I opened my eyes to see my mentor, Itachi, had deflected the kuni and swiftly knocked dad out from behind with a pressure point to the spine. Suprise set in as I realised the reach of my sight with these eyes. I ran to him letting my tears flow down my face. Wrapping my arms around his legs I embraced him the best I could.
"I was so scared." I whispered into his leg. Itachi nodded muttering its okay and I turned towards my mom. She kneeled down and hugged me knowing the betrayal I felt in knowing the truth about my father. Whiping the tears from my eyes she smiled weakly bringing a calm about us.
"Come on Ori where going to Naomi's house for a while." She cooed sadly. We looked to Itachi who had began tying dads hands. "Thank you Itachi-san." Mom thanked respectfully. "I wouldn't let anyone bring harm to Ori,he isn't just my pupil but I also consider him as a little brother. I could recognise his Shiringan's activation from anyone else's" Itachi explained sencearly. Mom lifted me to her hip and took me upstairs. She always had us a bag packed for if we needed to leave on short notice. I slid on the book bag she handed to me as she grabbed her suitcase. We left the house and walked threw the compound about two blocks to Naomi's house. Mom tapped on the door and we waited. Naomi opened the door and looked at us expectedly then saw our bags.
"Come in."She said gesturing to the inside of her two story home with a look of concern. I hugged her also did mother. We all beamed, all happy to be reunited even under these bad circumstance. Naomi led the way and we went to sit in the kitchen at the table, our bags on the floor.
"Ori go upstairs and get some sleep."Mom ordered taking my bag and kissing my forehead. I walked upstairs to the guest room and closed the door. I flopped down on the bed and rolled on my back. The small room was dimly lit but really cozzy with blankets and pillows.*When I'm hokage there won't be anymore broken families.* I thought closings my eyes and drifting off into a dreamless sleep.