"Happy birthday, Akari!"
Laughter echoed through the house. A young girl happily spent the day with her parents.
Then night came.
"Remember, even though your priority may be the lives of others, you have a life as well. Do what you think is right, even if the entire world is against it. Make friends, ones that will love and cherish you, and make you happy, all right? Know that no matter what you do, we will always love and support you."
Her mother softly said. Akari frowned. Something didn't feel right to her.
"Okaa-san, is everything alright? You seem so serious."
She asked. Her mother visibly flinched a bit, which didn't go unnoticed by her. She fixed her stare on her with that disconcerting gaze of her. The way she looked at you, it was like she was looking straight through you. Every move you made, every breath you took, it felt like she was observing you, finding out things that you yourself didn't know.
How could I have been so stupid? Of course she would've noticed something was wrong.
Her mother gave her forced a smile onto her face. "No, nothing's wrong. Now, you should go to bed, it's getting late." She assured her. Akari knew that the smile was forced, and the cheeriness in her voice was fake, but she obliged and started walking up the stairs. That was a decision she would very soon come to regret. "Guddonaito, Okaa-san, Otou-san." She said.
"Wait."
She stopped and turned around. "Is there a problem, Otou-san?" She asked. He shook his head. "Akari, if one day, I'm gone, take my eyes and transplant them into yours. Promise me you will." He said. The aura became heavy and serious.
Why is he asking me to do this?
Nonetheless, she nodded, and began walking up the stairs again.
Little did she know about the horrors that awaited her.
Around midnight, she woke up. It was a strange feeling, winding around her body and sending shivers up her spine. It sapped her of her strength and hope like she intuitively knew that something had happened. Something bad.
On intuition, she walked downstairs. The scent of blood drifted through the air.
What was going on?
She reached the bottom of the stairs, and walked around the corner, intent on finding out what had happened. In no way could she ever have been prepared for this sight, even if she saw it a thousand times over.
Her blood ran cold.
Standing in front of her was Itachi.
And in front of him were the dead bodies of Ayaka Hatake and Haru Uchiha.
Her parents.
Red. That was all she could see.
Blood. So much...blood...
Her hands were coated in blood.
Her parents were lying in a pool of blood.
The katana that belonged to the murderer of her parents was slick with blood.
Blood...everywhere.
°°°
As she looked up at him, he knew something was wrong.
Not a single tear had been shed. No lingering sadness, hidden anger, exuberant despair...
Nothing. No emotion at all.
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Fanfiction(A Naruto Fanfic) Red. That was all she could see. Blood. So much...blood... Her hands were coated in blood. Her parents were lying in a pool of blood. The katana that belonged to the murderer of her parents was slick with blood. Blood...everywhere...
