My Life (Itachi Uchiha)

Chapter 4- Sasuke's Friend

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AKACHI

Taking a long sip of green tea, I stared outside at the tall, green leafed trees swaying in Konoha's tranquil breeze. This is my second week in Konoha and I've already fallen in love with the peace. It's nothing like the quietness and tranquility of my little cottage in the forest, but this beats the noisiness of my old life.

Now to find a job. Yesterday, I went to a few of the major businesses inside of the village. Hm, I should have started small. Today, I guess I would try to find a small job; something to hold me down until I get accepted into the village. Tugging on a curl, I sighed. This is too much to deal with. How does Itachi expect me to go from being in two years of solitude, to functioning inside of a village? I wouldn't have mind if I had looked like them, but I look as if I belong to the Cloud or something. I examined my hand. My skin color is the same as when I came here, so my skin color is still the color of Nutella, also, I have a mass of curls on my head. It's over 15 inches now, reaching midback when I stretch it.

I groaned when I finished my tea, seeing as now, I didn't have anything to hold me back from getting dressed to start the day. A knock on my door resulted me in standing corrected. Sighing, I up from the chair that I had set by the window and padded across the white tiled floors to the front door. Who can that be a six am in the morning?

"Who is it?" I asked while still heading towards the door.

"It is me, Sasuke Uchiha," answered the person at the door. I pursed my full lips together and grunted. Of course, it would have been him. He has been coming here every day for breakfast and dinner. I swung the door open to let the Uchiha in.

"Did you not cook this morning?" he asked while heading straight to the kitchen, "Or I came too early?"

I raised a brow at his bluntness. Was he really expecting me to cook every morning for him. I chuckled.

"I actually wasn't going to cook anything today," I informed as I entered the kitchen and leaned on the post.

"You did offer to come whenever I like for food," he rebutted, "You should not have offered if you weren't planning on cooking anything every day."

"True," I agreed while shrugging, "You win. What do you want to eat?"

"Do you have anymore bread?" he asked.

"I have enough for two slices," I told him while opening the bread box. "What would you like with your bread?"

"Ham," he answered, "Just ham."

"Okay," I said, then opened the refrigerator and pulled out the ham. After that, I washed my hands.

"So, why Konoha?" he asked while drawing circles on the white island top with his index finger.

"It's peaceful here," I answered while pulling a frying pan down, "I just needed to get away from my old life and have a completely fresh start."

"Hn," he replied. There was silence, save for the water as it washed over the pan, the clicking and lighting of the stove, and a clank when the pan hit the stove. "So, you aren't a ninja at all?"

"I wouldn't say that," I answered with a chuckle, "I am one at heart."

"I see," he said, "Do you have any siblings?"

"What is this?" I asked with a grin as I poured a bit of olive oil into the pan, "A job interview?"

"No," He answered curtly, "I just want to know who you are. You are a kind person."