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Chapter 2: Uchiha Itachi
Chapter 2: Uchiha Itachi
The first time Uchiha Itachi saw an Uzumaki he thought he had found the one person he had been told in the Academy he should protect. His teacher had always told him that each and every shinobi had a special person they would put before anything else in their lives. He just had to find it.
Kushina-san, of course, had been that person.
He would often sneak into her house and stare at her until she spotted him, then she would offer him something sweet to eat and he would gladly accept. He never told her, of course, that he hated anything sweet and that the sole smell of sugar made him ill.
He ate whatever sugary contraption Kushina-san cooked for him and grinned happily as she caressed his hair.
It was definitely love.
His mother was often there with them, but she never complained about his habits, therefore, he never bothered with her.
Mother was Father’s wife, therefore, she could not be Kushina-san’s wife too.
Itachi had the road wide open and in front of him, Kushina-san was shining brightly.
Almost like and angel.
Then Minato-san had asked Kushina-san to marry him.
He had wanted to kill him, to destroy the obstacle that had slipped past his defenses.
But Kushina-san had said yes.
And his five year old mind could only do one thing.
He cried.
He cried like he had never cried, clutching his mother’s robes and wailing like mad.
Madara had stared at them, he knew. His father always told him of Madara’s presence and that the elder should be respected above all. He always complied, he followed Madara’s orders like any other self-respecting Uchiha.
But then the Kyuubi appeared. Just when he was used to the idea of Kushina-san’s marriage. Just when he had gotten the habit of laying his head on her bulging stomach, and listening to the baby inside of her kick.
A baby with Kushina-san’s face.
He fervently hoped the baby had his or her mother’s amazing blue eyes and not Minato-san’s dull ones.
That baby was his future bride, after all.
Unfortunately, Kushina-san had been struck by the demon while trying to protect him.
She had died but the doctors managed to save Kushina-san’s baby.
Itachi had stayed by her side the whole time.
A doctor handed him the little bundle as the others rushed to get Hokage-sama. The baby had wispy blond hair like his father’s and a little nose like his mother’s.
Then, he opened his eyes.
Itachi gasped.
The same blue eyes that Kushina-san had closed forever none two minutes ago stared back as him with awe.
And seven year old Itachi understood that he was in love once more.
Minato-san had appeared then, taking the baby from his arms. He had shed some tears for his wife and then rushed outside, the crying boy with him.
Itachi screamed as he was held back by the hospital staff. Someone injected something in his arm.
He fell asleep.
He woke up after Kushina-san’s funeral only to realize Minato-san had died to. Good, he would have killed him himself otherwise.
When he asked the hospital staff about the baby boy, they all sighed and told him that Hokage-sama’s heir had unfortunately died, and that there had been nothing they could do to save the boy.
Itachi cried again that day.
Maybe for the last time.
He concentrated in his studies, his training, his little brother.
Everything and anything to forget those soul searching blue eyes that still haunted his dreams.
He came to love Sasuke.
He became and Anbu Captain.
Madara had gone into hiding, his father had told him. He knew he was mourning Kushina-san and her baby too.
Still, he couldn’t make himself care for the old man.
Five years passed rather quickly when one was as heart broken as Itachi was. He felt nothing most of the time, except maybe for the love he experimented when his little brother Sasuke grinned up at him and demonstrated a new technique.
Some gennin passed him once, all carrying an assortment of boxes, furniture and bags.
Itachi assumed they were helping someone move and gave not another thought on the matter.
However, great was his surprise when he saw the Third Hokage himself moving bags towards the slums of the village.
Itachi thought that he should let the matter be, but his curiosity was picked.
He followed into a run-down building when the gennin were stuffing all their cargo into a small apartment that had obviously seen better days. The Hokage suddenly let the bags go and kneeled by a little blond boy, his eyes full of pity.
“It’s not much, but I promise I’ll visit every day,” he soothed. The little boy wrapped his chubby arms around the old man’s neck.
“Why can’t I live with you, jii-chan?” the boy whimpered. Sarutobi sighed and embraced the boy tenderly, running his hands over the boy’s hair.
Itachi felt a tug in his chest.
“Naruto,” the man whispered. “I’m really sorry, but I can’t take care of you like that. The village needs me too, you know?”
The kid, Naruto, nodded sadly.
“I’ll be strong too, Jii-chan,” he answered. “I’ll make jii-chan proud.”
Sarutobi smiled weakly and tightened his embrace for a few seconds before releasing the boy.
“Who knows, Naruto. Maybe one day you’ll take my place as Hokage.”
The boy seemed to brighten at the idea. The old man congratulated himself before taking his little hand and guiding Naruto into his new apartment.
Itachi stood still in his hiding place, his face pale, his eyes wide.
Naruto?
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he grabbed the arm of the passing by gennin he had seen helping out with the moving.
“That boy…” he growled menacingly. He wasn’t sure where his emotionless mask was, but the possibility that his future wife was still alive overruled all his inhibitions.
The kunoichi stared at him, wide eyed.
“Uchiha-san…” she whimpered. “You are hurting me.”
“Who is that boy,” Itachi snapped, ignoring the pained gasp of the girl. His sharingan spun wildly.
“That’s the Kyuubi-brat!” she cried, trying to get free from the anbu captain’s merciless hold.
“The what? I WANT HIS NAME!” he roared, his patience diminishing by the second. Konoha would surely improve without another useless kunoichi.
“What do you mean!”
“THE NAME!”
The young kunoichi finally cried out, she could certainly feel her bones grinding together.
“UZUMAKI NARUTO!” she shrieked. “NOW LET GO OF ME!!”
Itachi immediately let go of her. Not because he realized he was hurting a fellow shinobi. Not because her shrieks might have alerted the Hokage so close nearby.
But because the realization that his little bride, his little one.
The one he had held in his arms the moment he was born.
The one that bastard of a Hokage had taken away from him not just second after finally meeting.
“They really named you Naruto, little one,” he whispered.
He could clearly remember sitting by Kushina-san’s side while his little hands stroked her swollen stomach.
His mother had sat before the two of them, her mouth hanging open.
“Na-…” she had chocked. “Naruto? Kushina-chan, surely you jest…”
Kushina-san had smiled gently, her eyes alit.
“Of course not, Mikoto-san,” she giggled. “Mitto-chan wanted to name our child after the main character of Jiraiya-sensei’s books, he feels it would help our little one to grow up and be a great man.”
Mikoto had frowned a little, she hated to be reminded that Mitto-chan, whom Kushina-san spoke of so fondly, was not herself but that bastard Minato.
“But, Kushina-chan…” she had tried, her own hands softly placed on her own pregnant body.
“Maybe something more… mature, more manly?”
The redhead had blinked then, confused.
“Why?” she asked, pouting. “What’s wrong with Naruto?”
Itachi had been the one to answer.
“Uchiha Naruto sounds terrible,” he said calmly, his eyes focused on Kushina-san’s belly.
Kushina had stared at the five year old before bursting out laughing happily and embracing him with utmost gentleness.
“Itta-chan,” she had said then. “I know you want to marry my little boy, but…” she had no heart to tell him that two boys could not get married, therefore, she tried to search for another excuse. “If my little one’s name is not Naruto, what do you suggest?”
Itachi stared into Kushina-san’s amazing blue eyes.
“Sasuke,” he said determinately. “Uchiha Sasuke sounds wonderful!”
Kushina stared then at Mikoto, who laughed happily.
“But wasn’t Sasuke the name for your little brother?” she asked calmly. Itachi shook his head.
“Mama and Papa were up for days choosing the best name for another Uchiha, I know they won’t mind getting another one for little brother and you can have Sasuke!” Itachi had grinned triumphal.
Kushina sighed.
“Well, yes, but then your little wife’s pet name would be Nasa, Namikaze Sasuke,” the red haired woman laughed. “And that sounds terrible, but if my son’s name was Naruto, he would be little Nana.”
Itachi frowned, not sure how to tell Kushina-san that if he were to get a pet name for his future wife, he’d rather get something that allowed him to forget the boy was related to that bastard Minato in any way.
“Naru-chan,” he mumbled to himself. “I would call my bride Naru-chan, my Naru-chan.” Then a mental image its way into his head. “Naruto of the Whirlpool clan…” he whispered and started giggling madly, after all, he was only five.
“Are you sure little Naru is a boy, Kushina-chan?” Mikoto asked then, her eyes determined. Maybe the little baby could really be signed on as Itachi’s wife.
Ah, a little daughter in law with Kushina-chan’s face.
Paradise…
Itachi stared at his mother, a frown of confusion in his face.
“I give you my word, Kushina-san! Naruto will be the happiest with me,” the little boy had said then, resting his head on the woman’s lap to keep caressing Naruto inside.
“Hurry up, Naru-chan,” he whispered. “I want to see you already!”
With a frown, Itachi stared at the run down apartment building where the Hokage was taking Naruto-chan to live.
No bride of his would live in such a pig pen.
“Why is he here, where is his family?” he snapped at the kunoichi. The girl whimpered, falling to her knees in fright.
“No one knows about his family,” she shuddered. “He’s an orphan, and the orphanage said the didn’t have enough room for… you know… a monster…”
Itachi reached for a kunai, ready to strike the girl.
Then paused.
“So, he’s an orphan?”
The kunoichi nodded.
“Perfect.”
With determined steps, Itachi ran towards the Uchiha complex. He knew his parents would have no issue adopting Naruto into the Uchiha family. Then they would live together and he could be able to make sure Naruto married him.
His mother would be so happy, she would be able to see Kushina-san’s child and…
He stopped.
If he took Naruto to the Uchiha complex, he would have to share him with all the other Uchiha. While if he kept him hidden in the slums as he was now, no one would know the so-called Kyuubi Brat was Kushina-san’s heir.
He would have his little bride all to himself.
With a confident smile he turned around and walked leisurely back to Naruto’s apartment. The poor thing must feel so lonely now. He really needed a best friend.
“I can be that friend, for now,” Itachi said to himself before climbing the stairs, two at a time.
To be Continued.
A/N: Thank you so much for the lovely encouragement I have received so far, and, yes, for all of you who asked, there IS madanaru. Actually this fic is not UchihasxNaru, but… really Sharingan UsersxNaru (wink wink)
Next Chapter: Uchiha Sasuke.
The first time Uchiha Itachi saw an Uzumaki he thought he had found the one person he had been told in the Academy he should protect. His teacher had always told him that each and every shinobi had a special person they would put before anything else in their lives. He just had to find it.
Kushina-san, of course, had been that person.
He would often sneak into her house and stare at her until she spotted him, then she would offer him something sweet to eat and he would gladly accept. He never told her, of course, that he hated anything sweet and that the sole smell of sugar made him ill.
He ate whatever sugary contraption Kushina-san cooked for him and grinned happily as she caressed his hair.
It was definitely love.
His mother was often there with them, but she never complained about his habits, therefore, he never bothered with her.
Mother was Father’s wife, therefore, she could not be Kushina-san’s wife too.
Itachi had the road wide open and in front of him, Kushina-san was shining brightly.
Almost like and angel.
Then Minato-san had asked Kushina-san to marry him.
He had wanted to kill him, to destroy the obstacle that had slipped past his defenses.
But Kushina-san had said yes.
And his five year old mind could only do one thing.
He cried.
He cried like he had never cried, clutching his mother’s robes and wailing like mad.
Madara had stared at them, he knew. His father always told him of Madara’s presence and that the elder should be respected above all. He always complied, he followed Madara’s orders like any other self-respecting Uchiha.
But then the Kyuubi appeared. Just when he was used to the idea of Kushina-san’s marriage. Just when he had gotten the habit of laying his head on her bulging stomach, and listening to the baby inside of her kick.
A baby with Kushina-san’s face.
He fervently hoped the baby had his or her mother’s amazing blue eyes and not Minato-san’s dull ones.
That baby was his future bride, after all.
Unfortunately, Kushina-san had been struck by the demon while trying to protect him.
She had died but the doctors managed to save Kushina-san’s baby.
Itachi had stayed by her side the whole time.
A doctor handed him the little bundle as the others rushed to get Hokage-sama. The baby had wispy blond hair like his father’s and a little nose like his mother’s.
Then, he opened his eyes.
Itachi gasped.
The same blue eyes that Kushina-san had closed forever none two minutes ago stared back as him with awe.
And seven year old Itachi understood that he was in love once more.
Minato-san had appeared then, taking the baby from his arms. He had shed some tears for his wife and then rushed outside, the crying boy with him.
Itachi screamed as he was held back by the hospital staff. Someone injected something in his arm.
He fell asleep.
He woke up after Kushina-san’s funeral only to realize Minato-san had died to. Good, he would have killed him himself otherwise.
When he asked the hospital staff about the baby boy, they all sighed and told him that Hokage-sama’s heir had unfortunately died, and that there had been nothing they could do to save the boy.
Itachi cried again that day.
Maybe for the last time.
He concentrated in his studies, his training, his little brother.
Everything and anything to forget those soul searching blue eyes that still haunted his dreams.
He came to love Sasuke.
He became and Anbu Captain.
Madara had gone into hiding, his father had told him. He knew he was mourning Kushina-san and her baby too.
Still, he couldn’t make himself care for the old man.
Five years passed rather quickly when one was as heart broken as Itachi was. He felt nothing most of the time, except maybe for the love he experimented when his little brother Sasuke grinned up at him and demonstrated a new technique.
Some gennin passed him once, all carrying an assortment of boxes, furniture and bags.
Itachi assumed they were helping someone move and gave not another thought on the matter.
However, great was his surprise when he saw the Third Hokage himself moving bags towards the slums of the village.
Itachi thought that he should let the matter be, but his curiosity was picked.
He followed into a run-down building when the gennin were stuffing all their cargo into a small apartment that had obviously seen better days. The Hokage suddenly let the bags go and kneeled by a little blond boy, his eyes full of pity.
“It’s not much, but I promise I’ll visit every day,” he soothed. The little boy wrapped his chubby arms around the old man’s neck.
“Why can’t I live with you, jii-chan?” the boy whimpered. Sarutobi sighed and embraced the boy tenderly, running his hands over the boy’s hair.
Itachi felt a tug in his chest.
“Naruto,” the man whispered. “I’m really sorry, but I can’t take care of you like that. The village needs me too, you know?”
The kid, Naruto, nodded sadly.
“I’ll be strong too, Jii-chan,” he answered. “I’ll make jii-chan proud.”
Sarutobi smiled weakly and tightened his embrace for a few seconds before releasing the boy.
“Who knows, Naruto. Maybe one day you’ll take my place as Hokage.”
The boy seemed to brighten at the idea. The old man congratulated himself before taking his little hand and guiding Naruto into his new apartment.
Itachi stood still in his hiding place, his face pale, his eyes wide.
Naruto?
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he grabbed the arm of the passing by gennin he had seen helping out with the moving.
“That boy…” he growled menacingly. He wasn’t sure where his emotionless mask was, but the possibility that his future wife was still alive overruled all his inhibitions.
The kunoichi stared at him, wide eyed.
“Uchiha-san…” she whimpered. “You are hurting me.”
“Who is that boy,” Itachi snapped, ignoring the pained gasp of the girl. His sharingan spun wildly.
“That’s the Kyuubi-brat!” she cried, trying to get free from the anbu captain’s merciless hold.
“The what? I WANT HIS NAME!” he roared, his patience diminishing by the second. Konoha would surely improve without another useless kunoichi.
“What do you mean!”
“THE NAME!”
The young kunoichi finally cried out, she could certainly feel her bones grinding together.
“UZUMAKI NARUTO!” she shrieked. “NOW LET GO OF ME!!”
Itachi immediately let go of her. Not because he realized he was hurting a fellow shinobi. Not because her shrieks might have alerted the Hokage so close nearby.
But because the realization that his little bride, his little one.
The one he had held in his arms the moment he was born.
The one that bastard of a Hokage had taken away from him not just second after finally meeting.
“They really named you Naruto, little one,” he whispered.
He could clearly remember sitting by Kushina-san’s side while his little hands stroked her swollen stomach.
His mother had sat before the two of them, her mouth hanging open.
“Na-…” she had chocked. “Naruto? Kushina-chan, surely you jest…”
Kushina-san had smiled gently, her eyes alit.
“Of course not, Mikoto-san,” she giggled. “Mitto-chan wanted to name our child after the main character of Jiraiya-sensei’s books, he feels it would help our little one to grow up and be a great man.”
Mikoto had frowned a little, she hated to be reminded that Mitto-chan, whom Kushina-san spoke of so fondly, was not herself but that bastard Minato.
“But, Kushina-chan…” she had tried, her own hands softly placed on her own pregnant body.
“Maybe something more… mature, more manly?”
The redhead had blinked then, confused.
“Why?” she asked, pouting. “What’s wrong with Naruto?”
Itachi had been the one to answer.
“Uchiha Naruto sounds terrible,” he said calmly, his eyes focused on Kushina-san’s belly.
Kushina had stared at the five year old before bursting out laughing happily and embracing him with utmost gentleness.
“Itta-chan,” she had said then. “I know you want to marry my little boy, but…” she had no heart to tell him that two boys could not get married, therefore, she tried to search for another excuse. “If my little one’s name is not Naruto, what do you suggest?”
Itachi stared into Kushina-san’s amazing blue eyes.
“Sasuke,” he said determinately. “Uchiha Sasuke sounds wonderful!”
Kushina stared then at Mikoto, who laughed happily.
“But wasn’t Sasuke the name for your little brother?” she asked calmly. Itachi shook his head.
“Mama and Papa were up for days choosing the best name for another Uchiha, I know they won’t mind getting another one for little brother and you can have Sasuke!” Itachi had grinned triumphal.
Kushina sighed.
“Well, yes, but then your little wife’s pet name would be Nasa, Namikaze Sasuke,” the red haired woman laughed. “And that sounds terrible, but if my son’s name was Naruto, he would be little Nana.”
Itachi frowned, not sure how to tell Kushina-san that if he were to get a pet name for his future wife, he’d rather get something that allowed him to forget the boy was related to that bastard Minato in any way.
“Naru-chan,” he mumbled to himself. “I would call my bride Naru-chan, my Naru-chan.” Then a mental image its way into his head. “Naruto of the Whirlpool clan…” he whispered and started giggling madly, after all, he was only five.
“Are you sure little Naru is a boy, Kushina-chan?” Mikoto asked then, her eyes determined. Maybe the little baby could really be signed on as Itachi’s wife.
Ah, a little daughter in law with Kushina-chan’s face.
Paradise…
Itachi stared at his mother, a frown of confusion in his face.
“I give you my word, Kushina-san! Naruto will be the happiest with me,” the little boy had said then, resting his head on the woman’s lap to keep caressing Naruto inside.
“Hurry up, Naru-chan,” he whispered. “I want to see you already!”
With a frown, Itachi stared at the run down apartment building where the Hokage was taking Naruto-chan to live.
No bride of his would live in such a pig pen.
“Why is he here, where is his family?” he snapped at the kunoichi. The girl whimpered, falling to her knees in fright.
“No one knows about his family,” she shuddered. “He’s an orphan, and the orphanage said the didn’t have enough room for… you know… a monster…”
Itachi reached for a kunai, ready to strike the girl.
Then paused.
“So, he’s an orphan?”
The kunoichi nodded.
“Perfect.”
With determined steps, Itachi ran towards the Uchiha complex. He knew his parents would have no issue adopting Naruto into the Uchiha family. Then they would live together and he could be able to make sure Naruto married him.
His mother would be so happy, she would be able to see Kushina-san’s child and…
He stopped.
If he took Naruto to the Uchiha complex, he would have to share him with all the other Uchiha. While if he kept him hidden in the slums as he was now, no one would know the so-called Kyuubi Brat was Kushina-san’s heir.
He would have his little bride all to himself.
With a confident smile he turned around and walked leisurely back to Naruto’s apartment. The poor thing must feel so lonely now. He really needed a best friend.
“I can be that friend, for now,” Itachi said to himself before climbing the stairs, two at a time.
To be Continued.
A/N: Thank you so much for the lovely encouragement I have received so far, and, yes, for all of you who asked, there IS madanaru. Actually this fic is not UchihasxNaru, but… really Sharingan UsersxNaru (wink wink)
Next Chapter: Uchiha Sasuke.