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As quietly as humanly possible, a young Omega slid open his bedroom window, stealthily jumping outside and sliding his window back, just shy of actually being closed. He waited a few cautious moments, making sure none of his family members had been stirred awake by the almost non existent squeal his window seal had made. Sure that both his parents and baby brother were sound asleep, Itachi made his way through the Uchiha clan grounds, heading towards his favorite training spot.
A fifteen minute walk brought Itachi to a decent sized clearing. If he wanted to, he could walk towards the edge of the cliff at the end of the clearing. If he decided look down at that moment then he might see a few elderly early risers walking alongside the flowing water. Or perhaps a shinobi coming from or going on a mission, it was kind of hard to tell. He didn't bother checking though, it didn't really matter, as his only purpose for being in the clearing in the first place was to get in some much needed extra training. No time to stop and smell the roses.
Digging through the bag he had snuck out along with himself, he pulled out a sleeveless shirt, two wrist bands, and a hairband. Tugging off the sleeping shirt he hadn't bothered changing out of before leaving, he neatly folded and tucked it into his bag for safe keeping. Pulling the sleeveless shirt over his head, along with the wrist and hairbands, Itachi walked toward a specific set of trees that already had bullseye like patterns carved into them.
Smiling a little to himself as he climbed a particularly brittle looking tree, the young Omega pulled a small bundle out of decent sized hole that most likely used to be a small animals place of residence. With that same expectant smile, the raven haired child unravelled the bundle, revealing a small assortment of throwing weapons. Mini shuriken, Bo Shuriken, Kunai and last but not least Bo-kri knives. Itachi decided to start with five mini Shuriken for stage one of his target practice.
Satisfied with his warm up weapon of choice, Itachi looked up, studying which tree branch would give him a decent enough vantage point, spotting one that met his approval, he quickly raced to the tree, seemingly effortlessly climbing up and settling on his chosen branch for a second before lifting his forearm up and letting the shuriken fly from his fingertips. An audible creak resounded from each shuriken hitting their prospective wooden targets.
Pleased but not surprised with his first achievement of the morning, Itachi methodically went through the same motions with his other throwing knives, also hitting all of their targets before deciding it was about time he got serious. Collecting each weapon from their various targets, the raven haired boy walked away from the trees, distancing himself enough so that he'd be able to see every target from where he stood. If he allowed himself to actually see them, that is.
Leaving all but the Bo shuriken on the bundle he always kept them in, Itachi pulled the hairband he'd been wearing while training down and over his eyes as a makeshift blind fold. Mentally visualizing the placement of each target. Easiest would be the target he knew was carved a bit off center, almost perfectly ahead of where he stood. Itachi held his breath before raising his arm to throw the first Bo shuriken towards his chosen target, letting the needle like shuriken flow from his fingertips.
For half a second all he could hear was the whistle like sound of the Bo shuriken as it flew through the air, until the all too familiar sound of splitting wound made it to his ears. With an accomplished smile Itachi quickly went for the next target, a tree to the left. The target he memorized was definitely higher than the last but from where he was standing he was sure it was at least in a centered enough position from where he stood that even if he missed the target, he'd at least hit the tree.
Not two seconds after throwing his second shuriken, he felt rather than heard a distinctly metallic sound hit the earth near his feet. Quickly tugging his makeshift blindfold up towards his hairline to see who had almost cost Itachi his big toe, the Omega realized about seven different things at once when he saw the teen that casually jumped off a high tree branch.
The person who had decided to take a chance at his foot was an alpha. Not just an alpha but an Uchiha Alpha and apparently a jounin at that, which meant it was an intentional miss. He also looked rather young, Itachi would guess his age range to be from fourteen to seventeen. Last but not least, for an Uchiha he had the brightest pair of golden eyes Itachi had ever seen on anyone, rather the Omega had never seen eyes like his before. Even living in such a multiethnic village such as Konoha.
Jewel like eyes or not, this encounter could turn out to be problematic. Itachi was an omega, an omega enrolled in the Ninja Academy. Training to be at least a medic if not a medic nin. An omega training outside of Academy training grounds. If any of the Village Elders found out... well, they might just decide to raise a whole lot of hell.
"You almost gouged my eye out you know." The golden eyed alpha nonchalantly explained, an amused smile on his face.
Itachi was rarely thrown off by people but he'd say the alphas nonchalant attitude about supposedly almost having his eye gouged out threw him for a loop only because of every worry that had ran through his head before the golden eyed alpha had actually spoke. And all after almost costing the omega a very important toe.
"You're actually pretty good for an omega but you don't seem to even be a genin yet."
Itachi gave the alpha a blank stare, not sure if he was being complimented or insulted. Perhaps both? Maybe it didn't matter.
"You say that, but it sounds like I'm only good for an omega, not a ninja." Medical nin or not he was still going to be a ninja first and foremost.
The alpha grimaced, before hurriedly trying to explain his words. "I didn't mean it like that! I swear! I just, I just meant compared to all of the other omegas of your class, you're skills are a lot more impressive! I was just coming back from a mission report to the Hokage and heard what sounded like target practice, so I decided to check it out before finally heading home. I was surprised to see it was an omega training up here at the ass crack of dawn."
Itachi nodded at his words and maybe a bit of pride filled Itachi's chest at the alphas long winded explanation of what he had apparently really meant. Maybe the alpha wouldn't rat him out after all and maybe he really was getting somewhere with his self taught training.
"What's your name anyways? I can already tell you're an Uchiha."
"Itachi. Yours?"
"Shisui Uchiha, I'm fourteen and a Jounin." the alpha stood a bit taller and grinned proudly at his own introduction.
"Obviously." As if the flak jacket and Uchiha clan symbol wrapped around his left arm wasn't all the information he needed to figure that out. The only thing he learned was his first name and age. The raven haired boy supposed he could give him at least as much, not that there was much to give.
"I'm ten years old and a student of the Academy." Obviously, he tacked on in his mind.
"You really should be at least a genin at your skill level." Shisui mumbled seemingly to himself but Itachi knew he was really stating his honest opinion to the omega.
The golden eyed alpha, Shisui he now knew, suddenly clapped his hands together. An almost devious looking grin on his face that had the Omega feeling a bit apprehensive. "We should train together! I can give you pointers and spar with you and you can give me some inside knowledge on the medical stuff!"
All apprehensiveness fell away as Itachi stared at the alpha, an almost wide eyed look of disbelief at the proposal but probably looking a little too eager at the same time.
"You'd seriously spar with me?" Alphas pretty much never sparred with omegas at the academy. Betas and higher ranked omegas were expected to teach all self defense to omegan students.
This could be a great opportunity. Itachi could rise through the ranks instead of taking the backseat to everyone else. He could actually build the skills to fight and protect his village and fellow shinobi instead of just tending to the wounded. Not that he didn't want to help people in need like the sick or wounded. He just always dreamed of being able to do... more.
"Yeah, of course! I'll help you get stronger and you'll up my chances of survival if I'm ever wounded. Not that I've gotten a scratch on me since my academy days."
Itachi couldn't help but roll his eyes at the smugness of the alphas last sentence.
"Alright, it's a deal." Itachi looked at how high the sun was, realizing it was about time to start packing up and heading home before his family woke up. He quickly grabbed the throwing knives next to him and got up to neatly store them away in their bundle.
"Time to go home?" Shisui asked with an almost knowing grin.
"Mhm, I needa pack up and go take a shower before breakfast and school."
Shisui acknowledged his statement with a small nod and smile as he simply stood in place and watched as Itachi headed toward the brittle tree he stored his bundle of weapons in. Afterwards, going towards the bag that held his night shirt, the young omega almost started to pull off his sleeveless training shirt before he remembered he was in the presence of a foreign alpha. Konoha and Uchiha alpha or not he was still unfamiliar.
Shisui seemed to notice his discomfort, and headed towards the clearings edge, letting himself fall backwards, but not before telling Itachi to meet him in the clearing when he got out of school. Itachi rushed towards the edge as soon as the suicidal alpha had decided to jump, heart beating against his chest and worry permeating the air. When he looked down, he saw the idiot alpha land in a squatted position before straightening up, looking up at Itachi with one of the biggest shit eating grins he had ever seen. All before waving and shouting a "See you later!" up at the unsettled raven haired boy.
Walking home Itachi couldn't help thinking that the golden eyed alpha really was something else. Jounin or not what kind of idiot would risk jumping from that height unless it was absolutely necessary. Then again Shisui did seem like a bit of a show off. Not too surprising since he was an alpha, but at least he actually had the rights to back it up, being a Jounin at fourteen after all.
Itachi wondered what their training would consist of, hopefully lots a sparring. Himself included, all of the omegas in the Academy were sorely lacking in hand to hand combat experience. Itachi let himself daydream of being skilled enough to take down a few Jounin or maybe even an Anbu one day! That would be amazing. He would definitely prove his worth and carry his own weight one day. The young boy smiled contentedly to himself as he continued to daydream, eventually reaching his bedroom window.
Deftly opening the window and quickly hopping into his room, Itachi finally changed out of the shirt he had been training in, remembering to also take his night shirt out of his bag to put in his laundry basket. The boy removed his wrist and hair bands, putting them in the bag he had been using whenever he trained before stashing it beneath his bed. Before finally heading off to shower.
Clean and satisfied with the thought of his future training ventures with the golden eyed alpha, Itachi headed towards the kitchen for what would definitely be a pleasant and delicious breakfast, courtesy of his loving mother and adorable baby brother of course.