A/N: READ THIS! Hello people. I've been reading about Greek mythology lately and decided I'd put my own spin on things. You should review if you want me to continue this story.

Disclaimer: This story is mine. The characters are not.

The Gorgon Brothers

The Meeting

Sakura groaned as she made her way through town. There in front of her was a demon, or more accurately, a demon container. Sakura recited the rules. Rule 1: Don't react to what she shouldn't be able to see. Rule 2: Never run from them. It draws their attention. Rule 3: Don't be afraid. Some of them could smell fear. Rule 4: Nobody can know what she is. Rule 5: Never engage them in anything unless your life depends on it. Rule 6: Never mate with a myth! That's how she got into this mess in the first place.

Sakura is a seer. She could see all things that are believed to be myths, legends, and lore. The rules were invented because somewhere along the bloodline a mortal mated with a mythological being. It was probably an elf like creature seeing as how her family never had any special powers other than acute senses and the power to see things mortals shouldn't see. If there weren't any special blood in her she wouldn't be a seer. Seers could never let anyone know they are seers, not even their loved ones. If it is so much as whispered, the creatures of lore would find you. If you were lucky you would only have your eyes gouged out. Few were ever so lucky, because you could still tell others that they existed. No, if you told anyone, your life would most likely be stolen.

Demon containers were especially dangerous. They summoned demons, or someone summoned demons for them, and sealed them inside themselves. The reason they could do this is because demons who resided in hell could not survive the sudden transition without a host. The humans did this to gain demonic powers. They also had to be able to use dark magic. She just hoped he couldn't sense anything out of the ordinary with that demon of his, and apparently he didn't since he just walked right by her.

Sakura released the breath she was holding – silently of course – and walked into a coffee shop only to discover this was not her day. At the counter was an inhumanly beautiful man wearing sun glasses on a cloudy day. He had black hair and a gorgeous face with smooth, pale, and perfect skin. She noted what would be a lean yet drool-worthy body if she were any other girl and didn't know what he was. His hair was unusual. There was nothing wrong with the color, but at the back it rose into gravity defying spikes. It was rather like a duck's butt yet somehow didn't take away from his looks. In fact, it reminded her of the way a peacock raised its beautiful tail feathers. She could see the faint glow coming from him and instantly recognized him as powerful. That faint, mystical light was known to her simply as "the cloak." As the name suggests it hides the true appearance of the user. Only high level creatures could use the cloak, and they had to be a higher level still to use it properly. You know they're high level if they can make themselves visible at all. Those who did that wanted to use humans in some way. This always held true for Sakura. She had to use extreme caution.

"Can I help you?" The young man – "Sasuke" his name tag read – requested in a voice that dripped with exasperation.

"I'm sorry." She replied with her voice oozing sarcastic sweetness. "Since you asked so nicely, I'll have a small, decaf, cappuccino that's heavy on the whipped cream."

"Well someone's not afraid of getting fat." A random girl across the room murmured to her friend.

Sasuke heard this statement and smirked at Sakura, clearly agreeing. Sakura heard this statement clearly as well with her exceptional hearing, though she had to pretend she didn't so she just raised an eyebrow at the man.

"What do you mean "getting" fat?" Another girl asked a little louder snickering at her own words. Sasuke's smirk grew.

"Can you believe she asked for it front of such a smoking hot guy? I mean doesn't she care what he thinks? I mean just look at those black eyes that make you want to drown in them!" The friend replied clearly astonished. Sasuke's smirk disappeared to be replaced with a disgusted look as he prepared the cappuccino.

Sakura decided that a normal person would have glared at least, but rather then start a conflict that could draw attention to herself she simply blinked innocently.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her since the last remark was audible even to humans. Was this girl stupid, or did she really not care what others thought? Well he supposed it didn't matter. He handed her the cappuccino and as he did their finger tips brushed together ever so slightly. Sasuke nearly jumped at the contact. His heart started pounding after skipping a beat. Is this girl one of my kind? Perhaps it's just been too long since I've had physical contact with someone, with anyone. Sasuke mused as the bell above the door rang to signal the arrival of someone new.

"Is something wrong Sasuke?" Sakura asked innocently noticing his stare. Inside she constantly reminded herself not to draw attention to herself. She should not be engaging at all!

As Sakura was turning around, cappuccino in hand, she looked up and nearly died on the spot. There was another of the folk, as she usually referred to them, with the cloak. Oh and he also happened to be completely gorgeous as well even with the sunglasses that covered his eyes. One she could handle. Two and she was starting to get scared. She took a deep calming breath and cleared her face of any emotion. She took a closer look with the Sight and saw that this man greatly resembles Sasuke. Sakura looked closely at his face and noticed two lines going down from the inner corners of his eyes. Instead of making him look older they made him seem mature. She found they also added character kind of like Sasuke's hair style only in a different way. He had long, dark hair that looked shiny and silky. Sakura found herself realizing why her ancestor would be foolish enough to mate with one of the folk. Sakura, herself, kind of wanted to run her hands through his long hair.

No more of those thoughts Sakura! Those are bad and evil thoughts! She told herself sternly. She could not break the rules under any circumstances.

Itachi walked into the coffee shop where his little brother worked and made a silent sweep of the room. He saw a few regulars who came here just to see Sasuke and ordered nothing but water. Frankly they disgusted him. What kind of woman would starve herself just to worm their way into a man's bed? That kind of woman could only be described as a slut. In Itachi's mind a slut was far worse than a whore. Whores at least made money. Itachi knew a few prostitutes and they were only doing what everyone did. They were doing their best to survive. Itachi found nothing shameful about that and even respected them a bit. These women however were a disgrace to woman kind.

Itachi smirked. He decided he would let those women have a taste of humility. Perhaps then they would know better than to abuse their bodies. His eyes landed on a pink haired beauty directly in front of him. From her size it was clear that she ate right and exercised regularly. Her skin had a healthy glow. No doubt those women considered her fat due to the large dollop of whipped cream on her drink. Her pink hair looked surprisingly natural and her green eyes were enchanting. He would reward this woman for being healthy and teach the others a lesson at the same time. Of course he wouldn't do it if he didn't consider the woman he chose to be beautiful inside and out.

Itachi took a step towards her and was stunned when she took a step back. The poor girl looked terrified. He didn't want that. He smiled beatifically in order to sooth her. Then he spoke in a voice that was inhumanly beautiful as well.

"Don't be afraid, Wildflower, I just want to know your name."

Sakura, why are you acting so stupid? Why are you breaking the rules? Have you forgotten some can smell fear? Sakura scolded herself. She returned to her apathetic face. Don't draw attention. Don't draw attention. She chanted internally, but apparently she was too late for that.

Sasuke was surprised to say the least. He found the woman rather plain compared to some of the woman he had "seen" in the past. However he had to admit he liked her eyes. They were quite captivating. He had only seen one pair like them before. Remembering made his mood turn sour and so he decided to ignore the girl and his brother all together. Still he couldn't help listening for her name. Something about that girl was definitely strange.

"Isn't it more polite to give your own name before asking someone theirs?" Sakura questioned, trying to avoid the question all together. Maybe he would just drop it. The other women in the shop were stunned speechless. First this man with looks to rival their Sasuke's shows up. Second, he practically starts courting the girl they considered a cow and an oaf. Third, she was rude to him! It was UNFORGIVABLE! Before they could release their monstrous jealousy upon the cow's soul, the hot guy laughed. They could do nothing in the midst of such an angelic laugh.

"My name is Itachi Uchiha." Itachi declared as he lifted her hand to his lips. Sakura was shocked. She didn't even notice him get so close! "Now, please tell me what to call you." He requested.

Sakura smiled ecstatically at the escape he had practically spoon-fed her. "You may call me, Wildflower, just like you did before." She said with an innocent smile yet with an air of mystery as well. As soon as she said that she withdrew her hand from Itachi's and slowly walked away from both of the folk and out the door.

Little did Sakura know how that one statement only enticed Itachi – and even Sasuke – further.

-At the shop-

Sasuke pulled Itachi into the back room of the shop. "That was foolish Aniki. Don't we have enough human stalkers as it is? You know what would happen if they saw our real eyes." Sasuke hissed at his brother. He most definitely didn't want anyone over hearing this conversation.

Itachi snorted. "Sasuke, have you forgotten that I'm a master of illusion and that you are an excellent spell caster? There is also our third power to consider."

"We're only half gorgon Itachi. We can't turn anyone into stone. We can only temporarily paralyze them. That would only expose us rather than hide us." Sasuke growled.

"Foolish little brother, do you not realize that I've thought this out? How many times do I have to tell you that we paralyze them first and then use magic and illusion to rewrite their memory? This will make the memories they have of us ours to control. Besides that what did you mean 'if they saw our real eyes?' No one can see past our cloak unless it's you or me. Even our own kind can't distinguish us. That's why we are the legends among the legends. The gorgons are extinct to them." Itachi stated with a miserable look in his eye.

"You've become complacent Aniki. Mother and Father had the cloak. Don't forget what happened to them."

In an instant Itachi had Sasuke by the throat, their sunglasses on the ground and forgotten. They were no use anyway since a) half gorgons can't paralyze each other or full-fledged gorgons b) gorgon's had evolved and can now choose who their powers worked on and c) the brothers didn't have hide their blood red gorgon's eyes from each other. The sunglasses were used only because Sasuke couldn't keep up illusions for very long, however convincing they may be. As half gorgons Sasuke and Itachi could choose to specialize in illusions or magic. Sasuke chose magic therefore he was weak in illusion. Itachi used illusions so the spells he casts aren't very strong compared to what his brother could do. He released his brother

"I have never, and could never, forget what happened to our parents." Itachi said with his head bowed and his fists trembling in rage.

Itachi checked on Sasuke often. Being an illusion master Itachi could even tell when other's illusions would falter. He made sure he was there whenever Sasuke's did. They weren't very fond of each other most of the time, but they were the only ones they could trust.

An image of the pink haired wildflower danced through Itachi's mind and he knew that things were about to change … drastically.