While Sasuke trained with Orochimaru--who was oblivious to the fact that the two of you knew his secret--you spent your day in your room, going over what had happened only a few days ago in your head. The news was startling, that’s for sure, but you found yourself focusing more on the sensation of Sasuke’s lips that had been pressed to your forehead. It was a small gesture, no doubt done to help reassure you--Sasuke wasn’t a romantic type--but you pondered on it, nonetheless. For you, it meant something different, something more.
Perhaps it was your very own vague premonition.
You sighed as you sat down in a chair in the corner of your room, next to a desk with you bag of everything you had brought with you. You reached inside and pulled out a book, the only present you father had ever given you.
You appreciated this gift more than anything else because it was a book you could actually read. Sure it was a little bulky and large because of the Braille, but it made you feel a little normal. You had something you could read without seeing. It was your most precious item.
You smoothed your fingers over the cover: ”A Ninja’s Way"
The first page: ”I hope you use this to better yourself. You’ve made your mother and I proud with what an amazing ninja you’ve turned out to be. --Father
”Originally, chakra belonged to the Shinju. When Kaguya Ōtsutsuki ate the fruit that Shinju bore, she became the first person in history to wield chakra. With her new-found power, she ended all the wars that plagued the lands. Her sons, Hamura and Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, were the first people to be born with chakra. Hagoromo spread chakra to others through a practice called ninshū, intending to create peace by using the chakra to connect people’s spiritual energy so that they would understand one another without even talking. However, the people did not use chakra in the way Hagoromo hoped, instead using it to connect their inner spiritual and physical energies. They kneaded their inner chakra to amplify and weaponize it, creating what is now known as ninjutsu."
You stopped there. You didn’t need another history lesson, you already knew the stories. Every night, as a child, your father would tell you the history of ninja and nations and chakra. He raised you to be nothing short of perfection, always silently angry with himself that he and your mother were blessed with a blind first born. He wanted you to be more, better than everyone, to prove that being blind wasn’t a disadvantage. His trainings were harsh, the hours he made you study were long, and the seclusion you felt was suffocating. You father never really let you have friends. He didn’t want you having ′weaknesses’. If you were to have a relationship with anyone, there had to be an advantage in it. Thinking on that now, you wondered if that was why he let you be friends with Sasuke, even before the Uchiha Clan was murdered. He had never restricted you when it came to Sasuke, but he made sure to keep you from everyone else--especially Naruto.
It wouldn’t do for you to be seen conspiring with the child plagued with the soul of the demon Nine-Tailed Fox.
You flipped the very last page in the book: ”May this book guide you to greatness. You are destined for incredible things, don’t let anyone hold you back. --Father "
Even in death your father was still looking over your shoulder, judging your every move. What would he say if he saw you now? You had followed Sasuke into the belly of the beast, the very darkness you had sworn--as a Leaf ninja--to destroy and protect your village from. Yet you sat here and did nothing, merely along for the ride, and now an S-Class wanted ninja for abandoning the Hidden Leaf.
Your father would be disappointed.
“There you are.” You started at the sound of Kabuto’s voice. Silently, you hoped he hadn’t noticed the sullen look that was no doubt on your face. You didn’t need him scolding you for being weak any more than he already was. “Orochimaru wants to see you.”
“Why?” you closed your book gently before placing it back in your bag. You stood up.
“It’s not my place to say.”
You followed Kabuto down a series of hallways, your footsteps echoing off the stone floor and walls. There was a certain warmth that you felt at your side, Kabuto must be holding a candle to see. Inwardly, you smirked, you didn’t need light to see in the dark. For in your world, it was always dark.
Eventually, Kabuto halted you from walking any further.
“Ah, thank you Kabuto.” Orochimaru hissed pleasantly. His cheery voice always seemed to put you on edge. You wished he would stop playing games.
You felt Kabuto move away from you, no doubt going off to stand in a corner of the room. “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, I had some questions I thought you might answer.”
“What kind of questions?”
“The kind that tell me who you really are.”
You assumed a confused expression, “What do you mean?”
“I found out where you come from, Miss Otsuo; a very powerful family of ninja.” Alarms went off in your head but you continued to play dumb, ignoring all the red flags.
“I haven’t seen my family in a long time, I doubt they’d even remember me.” That was the truth.
“Perhaps not…” there was the sound of rustling papers, “but I’m led to believe you’re not as helpless as you seem.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Just like how you pretend to not know your way around but always end up where you shouldn’t be.” Kabuto’s voice slithered around you, practically dripping with venom. “And somehow, you knew exactly how to get to this room.”
“I was following you.”
“Oh no, I was following you.” You sensed the smile in Kabuto’s voice. “For a while I was actually leading you in the wrong direction, but at a very particular fork in the road, you chose to take the route that went here while I was going to walk the other way. I decided to follow your lead and see where you thought you were going.”
You cursed to yourself, how careless!
“Now…” Orochimaru’s voice boomed with amusement, “tell me what I want to know.”