Chapter 6 : Her Little, Dark, Secret...

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Haruka's P.O.V.

I let out satisfied sigh as I put the razor blade back to the small metal box under my desk. Grabbing a roll of bandage, I began to wrap my bleeding wrist neatly. Well, this is my morning and night routine everyday since the funeral.

Putting on my ANBU attire, I walked out of my room, not saying anything as I walked past my family. Not even to Sasuke and Itachi. The other Uchiha members smiled as they saw me walked out of my house, but frowned when they saw my face. Cold, stoic, emotionless. 
"Poor girl. She lost her teammates right in front of her. She's so lucky that she didn't get killed by that Snake Sannin." I heard someone mumbled. I clenched my fists. Lucky? I was hoping that I'm the one who's dead!

I and Shisui had found out that our clan is really planning on a coup d'tat. Shocker. 

Right, the Hokage called me again. As always. I'm tired of this. 

It feels like I'm a double-agent! My father ordered me to be a spy for the clan, while Danzo ordered me to be a spy for the village! I can't do this any longer! It feels like I'm lying to myself.

*Time skip*
I was walking back to the compound when I heard someone called my name. "Haruka! Wait!" Shisui yelled.

I smiled softly. Yeah, Shisui is a year older than me, but I think sometimes he act more childish than me. I smirked at the thought and began to run. "Hey, Haruka, wait!" he yelled louder. I laughed and ran faster. I saw his eyes twitched, and suddenly, he disappeared.

"Damn... I forgot he has that Body Flicker Technique..." I muttered. All of a sudden, Shisui appeared in front of me. "Got you." he stated with a grin. My eyes widen, and I immediately teleported away to my house, not before I heard him mutter, "Cheater."

Letting out a chuckle, I entered my room. And I dropped the mask that I was holding when I saw someone sitting on my bed.
Yup. It's Shisui.

He just grinned and waved at me casually. "What are you doing here?!" I yelled. He shrugged. "Well, I guess you will come here sooner or later, so I just came here. I'm surprised that you come this soon." he explained. I let out a sigh. "Shut up." I muttered. "Just admit it~" he sang. "Admit what?" I demanded. "That you lose.... the game!" he said. I let out a sigh. "Fine... I lose." I told him.

He laughed. "Don't be so emotionless." he commented. "Hn." I answered shortly.

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Shisui's P.O.V.

"Hn." she replied. I looked at her. There's a distant look in her eyes. From her face, you can tell that she's hiding something bad, and she felt guilty about that. Then I saw a katana stabbed into the wall. I stood up, and walked towards it. It's... Ryuu's katana. God... she must be feeling very broken about their death.

I slowly traced the katana's blade with my fingers, until she said, "Don't touch it." Her tone is so cold, that makes me cringed and backed away from the weapon. "You may look around, but don't touch that katana, and don't ask anything." she stated emotionlessly. "Okay...." I trailed off as I walked towards her desk. It was a mess. There's a few rolls of bandages, and also scrolls, small weapons, and a journal. My hand was reaching for the journal, but I accidentally knocked the bandages, making a few rolls of it fell, to uncovered another rolls of bandages. Covered in blood. I grabbed one of the bloody bandages. 
The blood is new. And... why did she keep it hidden? More importantly, how could she have rolls of bloody bandages?!
"Haruka? What's this?" I asked her. She scoffed, glaring at me. "Rude..." I muttered. With that, I can feel her glare hardened.

I put the bandage on the desk, and grabbed the journal. I saw one page bookmarked, so I opened it. It reads:
"I can't take this anymore! I can't keep this book! Our book.... our journal.... where we always write down every special moment we have... Ryuu, Akari, we were so close... Now that you're gone... How am I supposed to continue this journal?! I can't..."
That's all. Short, but... it explains a lot. The handwriting were shaking, and some part of the page is still wet with tears.

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