| rdfs:comment | - My name is Shayde and I guess this is my story, not that it's much of a story. I was born into the Uchiha Clan, in the Village Hidden in the Leaves and my life was pretty good, I attended the academy and was an average student, not through lack of knowledge or understanding, I just didn't want to stick out. Nothing seemed like it could ever change, at least until... That night. I will never be able to forget it for as long as I live. I was, hm... About 11 years old or so at the time. I had just came back from the Academy to find no one home. At first I thought my parents were out, but that's when I heard the shriek, followed by a loud thud next door. I ran into the neighbors house, the smell of blood hung heavy in the air, and lying on the ground were my neighbors, I forgot their names a l
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| abstract | - My name is Shayde and I guess this is my story, not that it's much of a story. I was born into the Uchiha Clan, in the Village Hidden in the Leaves and my life was pretty good, I attended the academy and was an average student, not through lack of knowledge or understanding, I just didn't want to stick out. Nothing seemed like it could ever change, at least until... That night. I will never be able to forget it for as long as I live. I was, hm... About 11 years old or so at the time. I had just came back from the Academy to find no one home. At first I thought my parents were out, but that's when I heard the shriek, followed by a loud thud next door. I ran into the neighbors house, the smell of blood hung heavy in the air, and lying on the ground were my neighbors, I forgot their names a long time ago, but I remember the scene like I was still there. The table was flipped on it's side, ornaments scattered about the floor, blood staining the carpets, it was terrifying. I ran out into the street to try and find someone who could help, but then I saw... "Him"... He was right in front of me. Everyone knew him as Itachi Uchiha, son of Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha, who Graduated the Academy at the age of 7, became a Chūnin at 10 and a member of the ANBU Black Ops when he was still a young man. But to me he was nothing less than the devil himself. He looked at me, with eyes of red and I froze. I honestly thought it was the end for me. But I found my resolve to flee, not at the fear, smell or sight of death, but at the sound of running. I never knew who it was, but the sound of that persons footsteps gave me all the courage I needed to run and make my own footsteps. It didn't matter to me if they were another survivor, running away from the massacre or a passerby, noticing the slaughter and running to help. What did matter is that I found my feet. As I ran for the Naka river, I continuously looked behind me, expecting to see that man give chase, but he wasn't there. Perhaps something else grabbed his attention. To me it didn't matter, it looked like I would survive the events of that night. I didn't know how far or how fast I ran, but it didn't matter, so long as it was faster and further than anyone who would try and follow me I was content with that. Well, that and living. After what felt like a lifetime of running I stopped and hid in a barn. When I woke up I was confronted with 3 sharp points, pointed straight at me. The old man who was wielding the farming tool as a weapon thought I must have been a vagabond. Now that I think about it, I must have been quite the sight, my feet and clothes caked in mud and all. The man demanded to know why I was on his property, and made several accusations, that I was here to steal his animals, his vegetables, his valuables and several other material goods. I grabbed the farming instrument and disarmed the man as if it were nothing, tossing it into the wall of the barn and assuring the man I meant no harm. Moments later I was gone, nothing more than "the start of a bad day" for the farmer. With nowhere to go I simply traveled, never staying in the same place more than a few days at a time. Sometimes I would use old Uchiha hideouts and safe houses, forgotten by many and ravaged by time, but I never revealed my real identity to anyone for fear that I'd be captured or something. In this respect I started wearing an eye patch, to cover my rather obvious eye, but that was silly so instead I just wore sunglasses whenever I went out in public. As for when I wasn't trying my best to conceal my identity, I found that simply enjoying the little things, like a slight summer breeze or a sunset helped me appreciate the fact I was alive. Although... I have never had a peaceful nights sleep since that night. The nightmares I have are... Simply haunting. Life in hiding wasn't perfect, but it was life... And that's all that mattered..
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