I breathe in lightly, the delicious scent of crispy bacon wafting into my senses. I flutter my eyes open, allowing hazel orbs to meet almost complete darkness. The only light being a ray of sun peering in through the slightly ajar curtains.
Tilting my head slightly to the side I look towards the source of the mouth watering smell. Stray hairs fall over my eyes as I face a shut door, the smells floating in through the gap beneath the entry.
Slowly I sit up, pulling my cozy covers off of me as I climb off the bed feeling the smooth floorboards beneath the soles of my feet.
I slowly make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen feeling the smells hit me much stronger.
"Morning Tenshi," my large dark eyes avert towards the familiar voice, coming into contact with the happy smile of my father. His light, brown eyes meeting mine as his shiny white teeth gleam in the sunlight. His tanned face framed with his brown hair that barely touches his shoulders.
It's been three weeks since I saw him last, the life of a shinobi is a busy one. I'm glad to see him home without a single injury, a feeling of relief briefly washes over me.
"Daddy!" I squeal running towards the man, quickly getting scooped up into his broad arms as he spins me around in circles. My long white locks dancing through the newly created current behind me in the process. I wrap my small, chubby arms around his neck to stop myself from falling and smile as he slowly comes to a halt, bringing me into a warming hug.
"I love you more than you know," he whispers, that's when it hit me. I quickly push him away from me creating some distance as we come face to face. He offers me a smile the same smile as always, except I can see through it. My brown hues search his lighter ones, he's definitely hiding something, but what?
His smile doesn't waver for a second, I guess that's a skill all shinobi should have but I can see through his lies.
My parents won't allow me to become a shinobi, they think I should live a peaceful life, but I don't understand how that's fair. Why should my life be perfect if other children are sent to fight? Why should I have the luxury to live a peaceful life? Then again not everything in life is fair, if it was there would be no fighting and everyone would have what they want.
My parents always tell me that I haven't got the skills to become a shinobi, but as I gaze into my father's deceiving eyes I don't agree. I've always felt like I was born to be a shinobi and whenever my father lies to me about his missions to not scare me I can tell. I can tell, yet not once have I ever said a thing.
I suppose today should be the same, I send him a fake sweet smile that he falls for everytime.
"I missed you, daddy," I chime as I hug him once more, before being placed on the ground.
"Breakfast is ready," my mother calls from the dinning room.
I enter the dining room quietly and spot my mother seated at the table with her blue eyes cheerful at the sight of my father. She stands to greet him and I notice he whispers something into her ear before they sit down. I watch as she carefully tucks a strand of her cherry red, shoulder length hair behind her ear.
It reminds me of how my hair looks so different from my parents. My father has short brown hair and my mother short red hair that doesn't match my long, white, straight hair which reaches three quarters down my back.
My mother knocks me out of my thoughts as she looks up with a smile. "What's the matter Tenshi, aren't you hungry?" she asks as I look up at her, I can tell her smile is fake, something's up.
"Sorry mother, I was just thinking of what we were going to do today," I reply with a simple lie that rolls off my tongue naturally. I smile and gracefully make my way towards the chair across from my father's.
We eat in silence mostly, until my father brakes the quiet. "We are moving to the village hidden in the leaves so I can see you more often and you can hang out with more kids your age," he claims cautiously. He then looks down at his now finished plate of food waiting patiently for a response.
"When are we moving?" I ask with a smile as he looks up and immediately returns the gesture.
"Today, so we should start packing now. I already bought us a house, I'm sure you'll love it," he claims happily.
I nod, perhaps this was what they weren't telling me but I feel like it's something more tense.
The large hand wrapped around my much smaller version of the limb slowly lets go, as my father walks ahead of me to the front door of our new house and unlocks the door.
I look from side to side admiring the new bright, green garden filled with luscious flowers and trees.
I walk towards the front door into a large spacious house, I look around quickly noting where each room is.
I slowly head upstairs, to my new room that's furnished with a massive double bed, unnecessarily big for a child. However it looks like my Father thought I wouldn't want to move, so this was probably a planned bribery.
I further inspect the room decorated with white walls, oak brown floor boards and a set of large draws beside the door, most likely for my mother who likes filling my room with silly, frilly, pink dresses. I inwardly roll my eyes at the thought and turn to see a large mirror that's almost three times my height. I smile at my reflection and do a small twirl admiring my reflection and the way my hair trails delicately behind me.
I spot a small, black box against a wall with my name engraved on it and gold paint over the top of it. I guess this is my new toy box. Turning back to the draws I notice an array of pictures across it of my parents and I. I recall the memories briefly, mostly happy ones but one thing always the same; isolated. We had hardly any contact with other human life at our old house, in fact I've only ever met five other people including myself and parents. Hopefully that will all change now.
Then I admire my bed further, noting the large black cover with gold patterns around the bottom of the cover. A large group of giant pillows across the bed with my favorite teddy placed in the center of it.
I smile knowing my mum was kind enough to unpack for me, I walk to the side of my bed and climb up. I crawl to the center of my bed, where I pick up my white bird like teddy. I gently grace my fingers across the gold embedded on the edge of the teddy's wings. I then pull the small teddy to my face and breathe in the sweet scent of vanilla, I can tell my mother recently washed it and I smile warmly at the thought.
"Tenshi!" I hear my father call from downstairs. "Please come down stairs we have guests," he claims.
I carefully slide off the bed with my teddy in my hand and walk down stairs. Who could possibly be here? My old house was secluded from the world and we hardly saw anyone ever. Even with my little social experiences, I'm not concerned in the slightest about meeting new people, I'm actually very eager more than anything. This is gonna be interesting. Perhaps they're my father's comrades or maybe neighbors.
I have read a bit of the leaf villages hierarchy maybe it was the Hokage. No, it's most likely some of dad's comrade's, once I hear the soft sound of my foot touching the last step I look and meet the sound of voices lightly filling the room ahead of me. I walk into the dinning room where I find the source of the sound, coming face to face with a group of unfamiliar faces.
"Sorry I took so long father," I apologize politely and bow to everyone with the up most respect.
"That is quite alright, Tenshi now this is my friend Fugaku Uchiha and his family." My father states, shock written over his and my mother's faces with my sudden change in demeanor. The Uchiha are formidable shinobi.
My father begins introducing everyone starting with Itachi, Fugaku's eldest son.
He has short shoulder length black hair, pale skin and dark black eyes that almost make his pupils unnoticeable. His face is unreadable as he watches my every move trying to read me, I suppose he's around my age.
Beside him is a taller boy who I assume is a few years older than me. He has very much the same features except his hair is shorter and curly. A leaf headband rests across his forehead signaling that he's a ninja. He's also Itachi's elder cousin Shisui. He offers me a smile which I briefly return.
I turn to the woman beside the dining table a baby in arms. She has the same features except long, black hair that's just under the middle of her back in length. She gives me a warm smile and I return it softly, noting how they all look so similar in contrast to my family and I.
Father informs me that her name is Mikoto and she is also the wife of Fugaku and mother of Itachi and Sasuke, whom's asleep in her embrace wrapped in a soft, white blanket. His cheeks are rosy and his hair also dark black.
Fugaku's the last I turn my attention too, he's a tall man with a stoic face, brown eyes and brown hair that barely reaches his shoulders. He doesn't give much away with his expression, much like a shinobi.
"It's nice to meet you all, I'm Tenshi," I exclaim while bowing after the brief introductions of everyone.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Tenshi I have certainly heard a lot about you and now seeing you in person it truly is quite disappointing your parents don't want you to be a shinobi. Still I hope you, my son and Shisui will become friends." He states as he begins to lightly smile the most awkward smile, that clearly hasn't been used nearly enough and could probably shatter a mirror although that might be an exaggeration. I smile in return and nod.
It's been a few months now and I've been hanging out with Itachi and Shisui a lot more, we've become quite familiar with each other quickly. I'm enjoying Konaha but something feels off my parents have been awfully quiet and I feel as if someone is watching them when I'm not around. The longer we've been in Konaha the more distant they've become, but at least they let me join the academy where I'm in Itachi's class, he doesn't talk much there but he still helps me if I need it. We are good friends and I truly am happy to be at the academy, but I can't help but feel there's more reasoning behind why my parents let me go. I feel like danger is coming and they want me to be able to protect myself or at least have the Uchiha's protection but I don't know why?
I rapidly sit up eyes wide open, something feels weird and not just because I'm having a sleepover and I'm in a unfamiliar house and bed. An abrupt hand makes contact with my shoulder making jump, the cold hand sending shivers down my spine and causing a ripple affect of goosebumps across my skin as the hairs begin to stand up. "Sorry I scared you," Shisui apologizes serenely.
"Are you okay Tenshi? You've been sitting there for awhile," Itachi asks me, they've been awake the whole time I was asleep. Slowly I turn to them and Shisui retracts his hand from my arm.
"Something's not right, I-I'm going home," I exclaim my voice slightly hesitant.
"It's late you shouldn't go out, I'm sure everything's fine, can't you just wait until tomorrow?" Shisui questions quietly as to not wake Sasuke who's in the other room.
I shake my head no, "I don't care if it's late, something hasn't felt right for a long time and it's really bad right now. I feel like something's gonna happen, so I don't care what time it is. I'm going home whether you like it or not," I speak firmly and stand up, crossing my arms to show that I'm not messing around.
"Fine, but we're coming," they state firmly in unison and I nod as we head out.
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This is my first story, so it's not the best sorry.