Chapter 2

Again and again. I've always been tormented by the same horror since I looked at Itachi's Sharingans. Then he somehow managed to bring out the memories I once had hidden in the darkest, most secret parts of my brain in the hope that I would never have to remember them again, now…

I sit up in bed sweating, breaking away from my excruciating nightmare. It's dark, and I know from that, we can walk pretty much in the middle of the night. I ride into my dark hair, leaning back to a supine position with a big sigh.

"I can't believe you're not left alone," I mutter angrily.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but," I hear a voice from the other side of the room sitting up quickly, pulling me to the very end of the bed, and the Sutagan is already appearing in my eyes. "No need for that," I see the dark outlines of his hands as he waves, yet a lit Sharingan flashes.

"Really? Then why did you call the Sharingan?" I narrow my eyes to see Itachi's figure better. I don't want he to be surprised by anything, I'm thinking about almost anything that might happen tonight. Attack? May. Apologizes? I don't think so, but still, I have to consider that possibility as well. Maybe he just wants to upset my nerves by showing off proudly, are he still alive? This is the best chance.

"Caution doesn't hurt near you," he shrugs. Okay, I'm tired of the dark, so I turn on the light on the little bedside table next to the bed.

"Near me?" I'm stuck. Stop the procession, I didn't kill an entire clan!

"I know what you mean. But don't forget that you came after me to kill me. At least I hope you were so stupid to dare here out of this intent," he sneers, but contrary to the heat of his words, the Sharingant disappears.

"Oh, Itachi, you still think you can see through me," I get out of bed. I don't even have to hide the Sutagan in my mind, since it's easier for him to recall the clan's ability than it is for me. I experienced this a few hours ago when we first met after a long time and was also able to try out my clan's legacy on it.

"Maybe not?" he steps closer, but in vain my foot moves backwards, I take strength and stay in one place.

"What if it's not? What if you're just interested in what's wrong with you? Or if I just brought news about Sasuke?" I look into his eyes seriously. He pauses for a moment, I have no idea which of my questions to hear, but the next moment I humble on the bed and Itachi leans over my eyes, leaning over me.

"Nice try, but unfortunately neither of you care," he whispers. Because of his proximity, I even forget to take a breath, which he probably notices, I can only deduce from his mocking smile.

"Then why did you freeze for a second?" I smile defiantly, yet mockingly. Not only does He know the tricks on me, I know Him at least as much as He knows me. Although it was only a moment, I still noticed.

"You have nothing to do with my actions until you defeat me. Then let's get back to the questions" he rises from me.

"You know I'm not going to ask anymore. There will be no time for it" I'll sit up again.

"Because you're killing me?" He looks at me defiantly now.

"Exactly. Just like you killed Mama."

"I can't wait," he concludes, as indicated by his departure.

As the door closes behind Itachi, I bite my lips. I hide the Sutagan, and the former scene again slips before my spiritual eyes. It still affects me, and I hate that feeling. I also hate Itachi more than anyone else, yet… Your closeness still evokes effects and feelings in me like it did when we were a couple. It's been so long, yet every moment of life lives in me as if it had only happened yesterday.

For the rest of the night, I can't really relax or sleep at all. I'm constantly thinking about our conversation, trying to get its true meaning out of it, so to speak, trying to read between the lines. Itachi is hiding something, it has become clear to me. It was never good in secrecy, as we were together as a couple for two years and we had a pretty good friendship before, so I had plenty of time to find out.

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I get out of bed tired in the morning, my eyes also show as I look in the mirror that I spent half a night awake. There are hoops around my eyes and my eyelids are red. Anyone who doesn't know what was at night would easily come to the conclusion when I saw my image that I was crying.

They knock on the door, and with narrowed eyes, I angrily get my head in the direction of the door. I don't want to see a single Akatsuki member, especially not the killer I wish to die.

"Yes?" I finally say, a blue hair crown emerges from behind the door.

"I don't think there was anything uplifting about your night, so you'll definitely need it," Konan shows up in a makeup bag as I sigh with relief.

"Yeah, that would be nice, but I don't know what you're asking for in return," I look into her eyes. Obviously she doesn't give it away completely for free, since we can say we are enemies.

"What do they want? You are already a team member and the team is always together. Including all members" she utteres the last sentence.

"But you know Itachi will end up dead anyway? If not me, it's his younger brother" I say. Itachi has to die.

"That's exactly why you're here," she fingers. "We need some information about Sasuke Uchiha and Konoha."

For a moment, even the air gets into my lungs as I hear the names of my former "brother-in-law" and my hometown.

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The sunlight almost blinded me as I stepped out the door. The small estate of the Uchihas has always been bustling, it was no different now, but I didn't notice that. Not far from the entrance, His figure stood out as he leaned loosely against the wall. I bit my lip for a moment. It was so perfect, yet it couldn't be mine. I'm almost starting to accept the fact Itachi is only with me as a friend.

"Hi," he said as I reached him.

"Hi," I hugged. It might have taken a little longer than it should have, but Itachi said nothing. He had always known well how I felt about him, but I wasn't the only one. A girl named Izumi was there for Itachi, too, but most of the girls caught their breath when they saw the older Uchiha boy.

"Um, don't be mad," I finally let go when I felt the situation was starting to get a little awkward for him.

"It's okay," he said to me with a forgiving smile. I didn't want to show it, but I could have melted that smile. I was extremely naive at the time, not even the one I have become today.

We headed to the practice track to practice a little taijutsu together. I've never had this kind of struggle, I've always preferred genjutsu and ninjutsu, but Itachi says it's never a problem to be able to defend myself in a different kind of fight as well. He was a maximalist, but I understood because he had seen so many people die at a young age… He didn't want to lose any more friends.

We stopped facing each other right in the middle of the practitioner and waited for each other for a while for the other to start. When I didn't move for a few minutes, Itachi attacked me with a sudden motion that I was able to defend, but I was no longer able to deal with the series of blows that followed. And after about half an hour, my legs gave up the service, so I would have easily fallen to the ground if two strong arms hadn't twisted around my body.

"I think that's enough for today," he smiled, leaning over me. I looked into his eyes and forgot everything that had been in my mind so far. That look mesmerized. "Can you stand?"

"I think so," I nodded, but I couldn't move. Itachi helped me to my feet and hugged my waist as he tried to support me home. His proximity made me so intoxicated, I had never felt this way before, even though I knew it wasn't appropriate. We were friends with Itachi, nothing more. Although He knew how I felt about Him, I never wanted to cross a certain limit that could have ended our friendship. No. I always wanted him to stay with me at least as a friend if he didn't want to.

"Brother, what happened?" Itachi's younger brother, Sasuke, ran out in front of us as we passed their house. I lived a street away from them.

"Meake just crossed the line during training, but don't worry, it won't hurt," Itachi playfully tangled his little brother's hair, which was about six years younger than him. Sasuke inflated his face, never loving it when Itachi poked his hair.

"Can I go with you?" The little boy looked at me now with big eyes, to which I replied with a soft smile.

"Sure, come on. Mama baked cookies in principle, if I knew right."

At my sentence, the little guy's eyes flashed, he stood on my other side so he could support me too. They were both so cute they wanted to help ... it touched me a lot. I laughed at first, then struggled with my tears, and finally cried myself. Yes, even a kind gesture was plenty enough for me to break out in sobs. Sasuke just stood there, looking silly, not knowing where to put my cry, but Itachi was already well known.

"Hey," he pulled to him, so I let go of his older brother and fell on his older brother's neck. "It's okay," he stroked my back.

"I'm just…," I sniffed. "Thank you, you're for me."

"Your emotion will end up with you one day," Itachi smiled, making it a joke since he didn't know at the time that I was always sensitive because of my clan ability.

Tenshis has always had the ability to develop our eyesight as a child, but it didn't show up. We could only feel the headwind to what our ability would be related to. I was extremely sensitive and full of emotions because that is why my Sutagan was created.

After the death of my blood parents, I received some family scrolls. Mama told me to keep it until I felt something strange to myself and only then read them. These scrolls described my exact clan ability so I could prepare for the day it would emerge.

I was very grateful to Mom and Dad, as after my parents died, they adopted and raised me as if they were their own child - or, because of their age, a grandchild. They taught me, nursed me when I was sick, they gave me everything I needed.

When I calmed down, we continued on our way. The two boys tried to cheer me up, so they told me different stories all along about their workouts together.

"I'm here," I shouted as we entered the house. The apartment was tiny, but I loved every little corner.

"Little girl, we've been waiting! You left so suddenly" Mama came out to me. By the end of his sentence, he only realized that I was not alone. "Ah, Itachi, Sasuke, come inside! I baked a cake, you'll find it in the kitchen" Sasuke caressed his face. The little boy immediately ran into the kitchen and was already standing for him to make the cakes disappear, but Itachi was still standing next to me, embracing my waist. When she realized this was weird enough for Mama, she began to explain so the old woman wouldn't think about anything other than what was basically in our relationship.

"Meake and I trained and she was a little overwhelmed. Sasuke and I supported her home" he blushed faintly by the end of what he had to say. And what was the reason for that? To Mama's mysterious gaze, from which she descended that she didn't believe the young boy.

"It really was, Mama. Don't imagine it anymore" I gestured to my foster parent, who finally acknowledged with a resigning sigh that he wasn't, there's still nothing between us and Itachi. And if he had known that not only did he regret it so much, but so did I.

We went to the kitchen after Sasuke and I immediately occupied one of the chairs to rest my sore feet. Itachi reached for a cookie at Mama's urging, and Sasuke already knows how many stuffed it. As I looked through the small team, I smiled. They are all like me to really be my family.

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