Omg ... I am speechless.
I only had a cap on and am already in the fanfic recommendations ???
Ohh god, thank the person who wrote a recommendation for me. * fall on your knees *
But I don't want to hold you back that long. Here is the next chapter. ^^



Chapter 2: You Do What I Say

~~~ Sasuke's Prov ~~~
The training today was more strenuous than usual. I also got a wound. But this was actually hardly worth mentioning.
Back at home I saw that we had visitors. I ran up the stairs quickly. As father wanted, no one should see me. When I got to my mother's room, I opened the sliding door without knocking. And I immediately regretted this.
There were two other people in the room besides my mother. But I paid no attention to them. Bad enough that someone saw me after all. After all, Father "protected" me like the apple of his eye. He didn't want me to build friends or anything like that with anyone.I should only concentrate on my ninja existence. Inwardly I shook my head. There was no point in getting upset about it anyway.
My mother spoke to me and asked what I was doing here. She was the last normal in this house. Ok Baachan wasn't like father or grandfather either.
I explained quickly and monotonously that my training was over and that I should give her this scroll from Grandmother.
When I tried to turn around to avoid the curious glances of the other two visitors, the woman who gave me my life held my arm. Her gaze stayed on the wound and immediately worry broke out in her eyes.
So now I was sitting on the floor and my wife on my right side gently cared for the injury. I was aware of the looks that were on me. But I tried to ignore them as much as possible.
The candles lit the room only slightly. and yet it had a cozy atmosphere. I looked up, straight into two black eyes that stared into mine without emotion.This view. I knew him well. Because mine was the same.
The person sitting a little apart had long black hair that was loosely held together with a ribbon at the nape of the neck. Individual strands fell on his face and his entire demeanor was cold.
We still looked each other in the eye. His pale face showed no emotion. It felt like he could see right through to my soul. For some reason this unsettled me. Nobody had ever looked at me for as long as looked me in the eye. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I couldn't meet his eyes any longer and bowed my head again.
My mother put a bandage on me and said it would be better if I rested now. I was just about to get up when the door opened and my father and a man appeared. I was easily frightened. What should i do now?


~~~ Itachis Prov ~~~
The door opened and I saw out of the corner of my eye that this boy winced slightly.In the doorway stood Takemoto and my father, Fugaku. Takemoto looked around the room until his gaze caught on the black-haired boy. His expression darkened and he took a step towards the boy. His hand shot out, grabbed the younger man by the collar, and picked him up. Anger was reflected in the homeowner's eyes. While the other's eyes remained emotionless.
"Haven't I told you often enough that you should interrogate who is visiting or someone else?" He asked in a threatening and at the same time low voice. My suspicions were confirmed. This had to be Takemoto's son. The boy, because almost no one has seen anything yet.
The youngest Uchiha's arms hung limply. He did nothing at all to break free. How could he be so to his own son. Ok, my father was no different to me either. But I knew Takemoto as a nice and friendly man.
The Uchiha pulled his son outside and closed the door with a loud bang.Suddenly the room was quiet. Saori looked sadly at the closed door. But shortly afterwards she turned to us and bowed.
"I'm sorry you had to watch this. Gomen." From her voice I could tell that she was really sorry. My father sat down next to his wife and looked intently at Saori.
“Was that your son?” The kneeling woman just nodded. Man saw from her demeanor that Asia was insecure.
"Why has hardly anyone seen him until now? After all, if I'm not mistaken, he's already 15 years old." At first it looked as if she wasn't going to answer. The boy's mother put away the bandages.
"Takemoto doesn't want to be distracted from mundane things like friends. Since he can no longer take part in missions himself, he wants his son to be all the better. That's why he lets his father train Sasuke personally. He can't do any Build bonds with others his age. "Saori answered my parent's question.He was just about to start another question when suddenly angry voices rose up.
“What is wrong with that, that you should just keep talking to other people ?!” We all looked up. Saori got up quickly and opened the door before running down the stairs. My family followed her and I ran down the stairs too. There we were shown a sad and at the same time cruel picture.
Takemoto faced his son. Both glared at each other in anger. You could even see anger, no, if not even hatred, in the younger man's eyes.
"You're treating me like I have a dangerous and contagious disease!" The boy yelled back.
"Sasuke, when will you finally understand that it's just for your protection!"
"For my protection? That I don't laugh! You only do that so as not to look stupid! You don't want me to be taught with others because I might be defeated! Just because you couldn't stand it, defeated it doesn't have to be the same for me! "I was surprised. I thought his voice was rather shy, reserved. Because the way he had behaved earlier, I would not have thought that his voice would be so powerful.
There was a clap and Sasuke's head was tilted slightly to one side. The strands of his hair covered his face.
"Don't you dare to talk to me like that! I am your father. You do what I tell you!", Takemoto said in an angry voice.
Sasuke slowly turned his head back in the direction of his father. Brush the annoying strands of hair away from your face in one movement. His cheek was swollen on the right side and turned blue in a few seconds.
I could see Sasuke clench his fist. There was a twinkle in his eyes that I couldn't read. I could even see his muscles tense under his shirt. But after a few seconds he relaxed again. The twinkle in his eyes stayed. He turned his back on us all.
"You are not worth it.", he said to his father and left the house through the patio door.
His figure merged perfectly with the shadows of the night and after a few meters he was no longer visible.
"Hopefully he's not doing anything rash." Saori whispered softly, but everyone could hear it anyway. Takemoto was about to run after him when I offered to look for him.
"He's still angry with her. If he met her now, he could do something rash," I said to the boy's father. This seemed to be overriding, but then gave his consent.
Immediately I went on my way. I wondered what was going on with me all of a sudden. I usually didn't care how others are doing. But I didn't want anything to happen to this boy. Was it these eyes that prevented emotions? Or just his way? I did not know it.
I used my Sharingan to be able to anticipate possible movements in the dark.I was able to follow the boy's footsteps well.
After a few minutes I came to a clearing. The moon shone brightly on the meadow. I could hear faint noises that sounded like a gasp. I turned in that direction and saw a black-haired boy beating a thick tree trunk over and over again. The moon lit up his stature and made his black hair shimmer slightly bluish.
I approached him. He didn't seem to notice me.
"If you lean sideways to the tree, then you have a better footing." I said softly to the. He looked at me over his shoulder. His cool eyes looked coldly at me. But after a few seconds he turned around again and followed my advice.
I sat down against a tree a few meters away from him. His muscles tensed anew with each stroke. Small beads of sweat rolled down his temples.


~~~ Sasuke's Prov ~~~
The advice the stranger gave me really helped.So I had a secure footing and did not exhaust myself so quickly. I wondered why he was still here. You should all just leave me alone.
After a few minutes, I sank down on the tree. With one leg bent and my arm resting on it, I sat with my eyes closed. That had done well. I would actually have preferred the tree to my producer, but I think something worse would have happened then. I opened my eyes again.
"What are you still doing here?"
"Be careful not to do anything rash," replied the stranger with the long black hair. He also belonged to the Uchihas. I had seen his Sharingan earlier. But now his eyes were black again as they were a few minutes ago in mother's room.
"Your name is Sasuke, isn't it?" He asked me.
I just nodded from myself. What did he care what my name is? On the other hand, I had never been near another person before.Except for my parents and grandparents. I turned my head towards him a little and noticed that he was looking at me the whole time.
“Why did you run away?” I didn't know what was on him, but for some reason I answered him.
“I couldn't take it there anymore.” Slowly I lowered my head.
"I can understand you well. I too just want to run away. But I know that there are people who are really worried about me. Like your mother now." There was something true about his words. My mother was always worried about me. I knew she always wanted the best for me. But she did not come up against my father. Neither do I.
The older of the two of us got up and took a few steps. But I stopped him with a question.
“Who are you?” He turned his head in my direction.
His pale face was lit by the moon and contrasted sharply with his black eyes. A small smile appeared on his lips."My name is Itachi. Maybe we'll see each other again." And with these words he disappeared into the darkness.
For some reason I was hoping to see him