Wow, another start already...
Requester: Deathrosekitty
Song: Since I didn't get a reply, I'm going to use You're Not Alone-Saosin (Awesome song, you should check it out.)
Pairing: ItachixIno (Yes! Another wierd pairing!!)
Hope you like this!
As I have stated a thousand times...I don't anything!!!!
You're Not Alone
It's just like him
To wander off in the evergreen park
Slowly searching for any sign
Of the ones he used to love..
The dampness of the early morning air around him made his long black hair stick to the back of his neck as he walked through the cemetary, the long elegant willow trees sweeping around him in the wind.
The emptyness swirled around him, making him nauseous as he looked through the assorted tombstones. His dark eyes coming to rest on a larger one that had a fan-like symbol etched into the stone, above the names.
Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto
Those names, those two names were enough to bring hate to him...yet...make him sad and mourn also...
He says he's got nothing left to live for
(He says he's got nothing left...)
And this time I think you'll know..
Staring at the stone, his dark eyes watered slightly as he bowed his head...
A loud crack echoed through the cemetary as another figure, dressed in black, with black eyes, the same fan-like symbol proudly worn on his clothes, he was shorter...not as tall as the figure at the grave, but their looks were similar.
The taller on bowed his head to the grave once more before jumping to a tree just as the shorter one made his way to stand infront of the grave.
He said nothing at first, but then let out a quiet sigh, "Mother, Father..." he broke off, his voice cracking, "...I promise you..." he broke off again as a sob echoed through the cemetary, jumping through the trees, making the figure hiding, wince slightly, "...I'll kill him, I'll kill Itachi...I promise..." as he said that, he wiped his tears with the back of his sleeves and bowed his head to the grave before turning and walking away.
As the shorter on left, the taller one, Itachi, jumped from the trees and watched his brother walk from the cemetary slowly, as if hoping that their parents would come walking out behind him, and everything would be alright again...
He let a small chuckle and shook his head, turning away, walking slowly into the shadows...
You're not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell
He remembers, before the massacre, how their mother would tell them that they would always be a family, and that hardships would pass...
...when in reality, only one makes it out alive...
She's just like him
Spoiled rotten
Confused by the lies she's been fed
And she's searching for no one..
(But herself)
Her eyes turn to green and she seems to be happy
That she is here
And this time I think you'll know...
Yamanaka Ino really hated how the thick air in the forest stuck to her, and how she seemed to be followed.
Watching the overcast sky above her seemed to be the perfect thing to keep her mind off of anything, everything...yet nothing at all...
All her life, she's lived in fear of stepping out of line from her father's wishes...wanting her to become a sucessful kuniochi...wantng her to marry in a successful family line...
She regarded the sky silently...trailing through the long forest...towards the cemetary. A bouquet of white dasies tulips in her hands...
Reaching the large steel rusting black gate, she pushed it open, the hinges creaking as she did...
Walking up the coblestone pathway towards the graves, her eyes caught site of a figure in a black cloak with red clouds...watching her with red eyes.
She held her head up high as she walked past him, ignoring his piercing stare...and stopped in front of a grave a few meters away.
She looks down at the grave nestled in the grass, the etched name covered up by the green moss that grew up it...
Gently setting down on her knees Ino carefully brushed the moss away, uncovering a name.
Yamanaka Ami
Beside the grave, sat another, smaller one, the moss hasn't covered it yet.
Yamanaka Hiro
She sorted the flowers, making sure their was an equal ammount of dasies and tulips before laying them horzontally across the patch of earth that contained the body, before standing up and bowing slightly.
"Goodbye Mother, Brother, may you're life be happy away from this place."
She brushed her hands off on her skirt before turning and walking back towards the gate, ignoring the look that was trained on her back.
You're not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell
She quietly walked home, her thoughts on what tiresome task her father would want her to complete...and how long she'd have to work in the shop...
Watching the sky as she walked down the deserted streets, shivering as the wind blew and ruffled the trees, making them sing to some unknown song.
As she reached her house she sighed and opened the door...
...wishing she could just run away from it all...
She spent the rest of the day working in the flower shop, getting angrier and angrier as naive fools came in to buy flowers for their loved ones.
Perhaps she was lonely...
..or she just felt jealous she had never recieved any flowers...
What ever the reason she sighed and leaned against the counter as she heard the bell above the door ring signaling another customer's arrival.
(There is more to know)
Looking up she smiled...it dropped slightly as she saw the same person that had watched her the whole time she was in the cemetary.
"Can I help you sir?"
He nodded, "I need a dozen blood red tulips and half a dozen blood red roses."
Ino nodded as she hurried with his order. As she finished it up, she turned and set the flowers on the counter.
The man looked at her for a moment before pulling one of the roses out of the bundle and placing handing it to Ino.
Ino stared at it...her eyes widened slightly, a slight blush on her cheeks.
"How much?"
She snapped out of her revire and looked into his red eyes. She smiled slightly at him, "It's on the house."
His face stayed stoic and he just nodded, grabbed his order and walked out the door.
Ino watched him leave, knowing that it would be the last time that she saw him.
We're not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell..
(So tell me)
A week later, Ino stood in the flower shop once again waiting for a customer, it was a slow night. Just as she was getting ready to close up, the door opened and Ino almost dropped the broom she held.
You're not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
(Make it out)
You will live to tell
(Live to tell)
You're not alone
There is more to this, I know
(And I know)
You can make it out
You will live to tell..
The man from the week before entered and walked towards the counter, silenty waiting for her to come over and tend to his order.
Ino hurried behind the counter, "Can I help you?"
He nodded and ordered the same thing as last week. Instead of giving Ino a rose like last week, he just put some money on the table and left. Ino stared at his retreating back, a bit sourly...
...Sadly...
..Hoping that he may come back...
She shook her head and went back to cleaning, ready to go home.
Two hours and seventeen minutes later Ino tiredly walked to her house, wanting to sleep, to just forget about today completely.
As she neared her house she noticed something sitting on her front door step. Looking closer, she noticed that it was the half dozen blood red roses and a note.
Yamanaka-san,
I know we do not know each other very well, but if you would, could you please meet me in the cemetary...
There was no name, but she automatically knew who it was. Picking the flowers up, she made her way to the cemetary and noticed the red eyed man standing near a grave. As she walked back up the coblestone path, he turned towards her.
"I'm glad you could make it."
She jumped at his voice, it seemed different, almost pained slightly...
"Well, I have nothing better to do."
He nodded before turning towards the grave behind him, "This is my mother and father's grave Yamanaka-san."
"Please call me Ino."
"Itachi."
Ino looked at him for a moment before turning to the grave.
"You're Sasuke-kuns brother." It wasn't a question, it was a statement that seemed dead, even to her own ears.
Itachi said nothing, but placed the flowers on his mother's grave, and took the flowers Ino held, carrying them to the graves of Ino's brother and mother.
Kneeling he divided the flowers and placed them over the white flowers that Ino had placed there a week earlier.
He slowly got up and turned towards Ino, "Ino-san, are you happy?"
Ino stared at him curiously, "What do you mean?"
"Are you happy with you're life?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out.
"Are you?"
She sighed and looked downwards, "I'm fairly happy."
Itachi looked upwards at the sky, "Come with me then."
"What?"
"Come, with me, back to the Akatsuki."
"Akatsuki? Aren't they evil?"
Itachi looked at Ino, "Depends what you consider evil."
Ino looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding, "Alright."
"Are you sure?"
Ino nodded again.
Itachi turned away and walked into the shadows, Ino following behind him.
You are not alone.
As she followed Itachi to the Akatsuki hideout, she felt free...really free.
No more overbearing Father...
...Working at the flower shop...
She could finally be herself, all thanks to Itachi.
You're not, you're not alone.
Okay, I'm gonna say this sucks, but I wanna know you're opinion, and I'm sorry for it being so late...school just started back, and my carpal tunnel did too...
Please review! It makes me happy!