The Last Kobayashi (a naruto fanfic)

Two

                                    That was around 4 years ago, Give or take. I still remember it all crystal clear, as if it had only happened yesterday.

                                    Today was the day that I was finally going to go back to Konoha. I had learned so much over these past 4 years. As I was walking away from the hideout I realized how much I didn't want to leave.

                                       "Cheer up." Itachi mumbled as we continued walking in silence. The same words he said years ago.

                          "I'm going to miss you..." I sighed, looking up at him sadly.

                          "Don't worry, i'll see you again soon." He ruffled my hair. "I did promise I would visit on your birthday next month."

                             I looked up to see him smile kindly down at me as I let a small smile slip through myself. I would be turning 11.

                               "Do you think Suki-chan will recognize me?" I asked worriedly, playing with my tail out of habit.

                               "Of course he will." Itachi said in complete certainty.

                              We were approaching the gates of Konoha all too quickly. I didn't like it one bit, I didn't want to leave Itachi yet.

                               We both stopped a bit of ways away from the gate and turned to face each other. As I looked up at him I heard something clip around my neck. I looked down to see Itachi had put his Uchiha necklace around my neck.

                          It was a simple Uchiha sign pendant on a long silver chain, but I knew how much this meant to him, he carried it around everywhere.

                         "I can't accept this Itachi!" I made a move to take it off but he stopped me.

                          "This way Sasuke is sure to recognize you." Itachi smiled warmly and poked my forehead. "Now go."

                              "I love you Ita-kun!!" I sniffled while launching at him and tackling him into a hug. Realizing that I had used his nickname that has long since been abandoned.

                           He chuckled kindly, once again delving into past conversation by saying,

                        "How can such a small kitten have so much force?"

                         Soon after he poofed away, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.

                      "I'M NOT SMALL BASTARD!!!" I yelled as soon as I regained my senses.