Now What Have I Gotten Myself Into? ~Enter Konoha's number one knuckle head

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Shaking my head as I settle down beneath a tree. I had left the village four days ago, and Sasuke last night. Figuring I finally have time to rest and catch up on even a little bit of sleep I sigh and close my eyes. Thinking about what had happened with Sasuke. -"What are you to my brother?"- -"Were you two dating?"- Sasuke's and Itachi's words ring together in my head as I fight to sleep. What's wrong with me? I thought to myself as I see Sasuke standing ahead of me to my right in the trees I had settled down in, Itachi to my left and Kakashi straight ahead. All of them looking at me in their own way. As I look at Itachi images of him and I fly over his form. Then Kakashi as the same blocks him from view only of him and I. When I look to Sasuke I couldn't help but smile as I see the images flowing past him. Every banter, every argument, the times on the rooftop at tazuna's, all of our training, everything. Shaking my head I look back at Kakashi remembering him leaping forward to whisper playfully in my ear, the time we were in front of the cave as the others slept, even when he carried me back to the wood house. Being in his lap, feeling him hold me close to him. When I look back to Itachi I watch our lives over the last three years. Too many images to count. Until the image of the two of us standing on a cliff in the land of lightning, the sun setting before us as I lean my head against his shoulder.

Jerking myself awake being reminded of that day I cover my eyes with my right hand blocking the sun which is peeking through the treetops. "That was the day, Itachi told me that love was an emotion that could never be shared between us." Feeling the same sting I had successfully hidden that day, I sit up looking down at the ground. I know why he said it. Even now I feel it too. Things between us never felt like when Kakashi had held me. With Itachi everything was easy. He used me to ease his pain and I used him to ease my loneliness. But with Kakashi and even Sasuke. There was always a spark that stood a chance of forming into anything if given the opportunity. And yet.. "When Kakashi held me, even with my heart pounding in my ears. All I could think of was getting up and walking away. I never lost myself, not like when Sasuke kissed me." Frowning I lean back against the tree with a sigh. Kakashi's presence was always welcoming. Accepting of the silence I wanted to be in. Even when I watched the anime I had only liked Itachi with Kakashi a close second. Yet as I am in this world. Itachi is important to me but I don't feel the way I did when I watched the anime. Kakashi who had always come in a close second to Itachi was now standing above him. "Shocker of it is.. In the anime I disliked Sasuke.." Lightly shaking my head at my own words I get up and leap back into the trees. All three of them are important to me. Above anyone else in this world.

"Maybe I lost myself, because he was the only one who noticed I was gone. Even with his incessant desire for revenge. He noticed when no one else did."

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Four days had passed since Kira leapt into the trees away from him. He had thought about her words to him his entire way to the hideout. Kira had told him to go straight there but she had also said Aphrodite was retrieving his gift and should arrive not too long after he did. For the first time in years, he didn't feel rushed. The time was coming that he would soon kill his brother and get his revenge. Even so as he sets on the throne in the main hall of the hideout he found his hand moving from his forehead as he was resting to touch his lips. He had thought about doing that very thing so many times before he left the village. Yet every time he got close to it she had managed to slip away from him. Over these last three years he thought about what he would do when all of this was over and he seen her again. He hadn't expected her to show up out of the nowhere and kill Orochimaru herself.

When he had ran to the room he hadn't known what he would find. And he seriously debated about not going to find out at all. But the sudden spike in chakra was familiar to him. He had felt driven to find out who it belonged to. When he walked into the room he hadn't expected to find her. Her long black hair she had usually kept down was pulled up in a high ponytail, her swirling red gaze sent chills up his spine. He could feel her killer intent with a ferocity, it felt like he was being crushed into the floor. When she had dropped Orochimaru's body it was as if what she had just done didn't faze her. The girl he had known even three years ago already had a figure growing into a woman. But there she stood. Her high collared long sleeve jacket stopping just beneath her breasts forcing the fabric to curve around the mounds in an enticing way. From just above her belly button down to the waist of form fitting bluish grey pants was bare for his eyes to see. Yet when she raised her hand in a sign it more looked like she had only raised her fingers to her lips. He couldn't help but to say her name as if he was telling himself who the woman was.