Introduction
The young girl carried on through the village, uncaring of the strange looks she was receiving from the citizens. She carried on with no particular destination in mind, just the thought that she needed to get help quickly, if any would be kind enough to treat her. Her hair and clothing clung to her, becoming stiff with the layers of dried blood caked on her. It was everywhere, and even breathing became difficult as she felt the substance clogging her throat. She was dying, with no aid from anyone in a city buzzing with life. None would approach the girl matted with blood, as she struggled to stand upright. She would die the same way she was born, alone and uncared for.
'The very least, let a semblance of my pride remain.'
She trudged into an alleyway, hoping to make the journey into the afterlife quickly and painlessly, though she doubted the pain could possibly worsen. Her eyelids felt heavy, whether it be from the dried blood on them or from the blood that continued to ooze from her hip, she couldn't tell.
Kagome wondered how long it would take her body to decay and how long before someone would steal her weapons. The latter was probably the most upsetting thought of the day.
If there was one thing Itachi was good at, it was tuning people out.
He had grown up the center of everyone's attention, his name on the tip of everyone's tongue, and as such, by a very young age, had learned to disregard everyone but his baby brother, shamelessly developing a narcissistic attitude he had no inclination to change.
Even now, with a straw hat on his head and his Akatsuki robe on, he still managed to garner the unwanted attention of every damn civilian in the area. A spotlight he was easily able to remain aloof to.
He was also able to ignore the constant conversations his teammate tried to start with him.
And the disgusting smell of poverty and death that filled the poor village and lingered everywhere he went.
And it came at no trouble to ignore the countless beggars who approached him in hopes he'd spare them some change.
He made it halfway past a half dead little girl before stopping in his tracks. She wasn't the first girl he saw on the verge of death, but something was very different about this one.
It might be that she was covered from head to toe in blood. Or that she looked much younger than the others he had seen.
Strange.
"Damn, someone really fucked her up eh Itachi? I almost feel bad, she's just a little kid."
He chose to ignore his partner, opting to stare at the girl a while longer. She sat lifeless, and the few spots not covered in blood were caked with filth and mud. He could barely pick out the color of her hair through everything but he would guess it was black. She looked starved and reeked of long days in the streets, and her kimono was tattered and torn, leaving her with little to cover up.
Even in such a state, there was still something prideful about her, as though even dying she refused to appear meek. Why?
Giving her a last one over, he turned to leave, having already dismissed the sad excuse of a girl that lay dead on the floor beneath him. He did a short prayer for her traveling soul and already pushed the girl from his mind.
One could only hold his attention for so long.
He had already taken a step, when something told him to glance one last time. He was becoming annoyed at himself for the small infatuation he seemed to be developing for the dying if not dead girl, and glanced once more if not to rid himself of this disgusting desire. He was internally surprised to see her eyelashes flutter ever so lightly, and she looked up at him slowly, almost as if the action alone killed her.
Blue eyes...
She had blue eyes...
Eyes that should have seemed dead with the state of her person, but instead burned with a flame that appeared could never be extinguished.
"Kiasme, pick her up"
Itachi refused to think of what he was doing, refused to acknowledge that he was actually about to help some pathetic little girl just because of her eye color.
He couldn't find a correlation between the color of the girls' eye and his desire to help her.
'The jinchuriki has blue eyes'
Kiasme looked at him questionable, but didn't dare to speak out in protest. Instead he bent down, and not so gently plucked the wretched girl from the floor. Why did he have to be the one to hold her?
Itachi decided he would not dwell on his choices, considering he didn't even know why he picked her up or what he planned on doing with her.
When Kagome came to, she realized two things.
Hell wasn't as hot as she thought it to be.
And the man sitting across the room from her was far more attractive than she thought Satan was supposed to be.
The man spared her a quick glance before going back to his work, a few scrolls scattered precariously around him.
The room was cozy, warm and felt, like how a home would feel if she had a family.
She felt out of place.
She noticed a bowl of soup and some bread by her futon, and before courtesy could kick in, she devoured it, uncaring if it was for her or not.
"Um, thank you?"
She had never before been the recipient of a good deed, and was unsure how to go about expressing her gratitude.
The man continued to ignore her and for a few moments they sat in nothing but quiet.
"You had some really awful wounds."
His voice was deep, and slow, and made a shiver run down her spine. He never once spared her a second look and she wondered what he was doing that he couldn't even spare her a glance.
"Thank you for helping me, I thought I was going to die."
The man finally placed the scrolls down, turning his attention on her.
She hated to be those type of girls, but Kagome's heart began to race at having his full gaze on her. His dark eyes were calculating and she wondered how one could appear so shielded, so cold.
"Those weapons you carried, how did they come to fall into your possession."
Itachi was very surprised to find the small girl had strategically hidden weapons all over her body. But what had intrigued him the most were the symbols and engravings he had on each one.
The girl never broke eye contact with him, and he wondered how someone so young could have the courage to do what no grown man ever could.
She could barely be more than 14
She didn't answer, and he took the time to give her a final one over.
She was clean, thanks to his partner, as he had refused to touch the girl in the state she had been in. His earlier assumption was correct, her hair was dark and fell in waves down her back. Paired with bright blue eyes and a petite structure she resembled a doll.
She radiated weakness, helplessness.
But she was cute. He'd give her that.
"I had found them somewhere, so I just took them."
The lie slipped from her mouth effortlessly, without so much as a second thought from the person who dared uttered them. He didn't bother responding turning his back to her.
He didn't have time for liars.
"Hn"
Flashback
"Come now Kagome-chan, it is time for morning prayers."
The 5 year old could barely contain her annoyance at having to stop her game. Her grandmother always made her pray at least four times a day, for reasons she didn't know.
Placing her knees on the soft pillow and clutching the prayer beads, she closed her eyes and thought of what to pray for.
It's not as though she ever got anything when she asked for it, but you never know.
Her grandmother began chanting, her old and frail hands trembling as she sped up in her incantation.
She loved her grandmother, but she was so old fashioned. As far as she knew, Kagome was the only 5 year old who wore traditional miko clothing.
"Grandmother, I'm done praying, can I go back outside now?"
Her grandmother glanced at her, obviously seeing through the lie, her granddaughter had the tendency to lie a lot.
"Kagome, ye understand the importance of these prayers do ye not? We must keep the sin inside of you chained down, or it shall consume you in its disgusting perversion and lust. Child I beg of ye, pray."
Kagome nodded only understanding half the stuff her Grandmother was spewing.
"Ye must seek out God child, only he can give you happiness and bliss from all that will pain you. Only he can silence the voice of evil that shall resonate in your head. Pray and you shall find him dear. And when ye do, cling to him tightly so that you may never lose him, and follow him until you die. Do ye understand Kagome?"
Kagome nodded, still not understanding what her grandmother even spoke of.
It would be two year later Kagome would understand. She was a freak, a disgusting abomination that should have never existed.
All it took for her to find out, was the dead body of her grandmother, lying cold in her arms. She had no right to sob, as she herself had taken the women's life. Had stabbed her repeatedly as the older women stared at her with sadness. There was no anger in her grandma Kaede's soft eyes, only tear as her granddaughter continued her onslaught. As she felt herself dying, she tried to grasp the child's hand one last time, to reassure her it would all be fine, but could barely raise the arm that was almost entirely severed.
As her grandmother's eyes closed, an awful sob racked Kagome's chest.
Why she felt it necessary to kill her? She couldn't remember.
END OF DREAM
Kagome woke with a fright, an awful feeling coiling tightly in her chest. She was quick to recognize the familiar emotions that always seemed to appear when she had a dream like that
Self loathing, anger, hatred...
The list went on and on.
She wasn't sure where she was going, but quietly got up and wrapped the blanket around her small frame.
Tiptoeing down the hall, easily finding her way in the dark as she arrived at her destination.
She stepped in, already mesmerized by the man whose presence seemed to fill the room.
"She should be tried as an adult!"
Kagome stepped into the room, the past chants and yells of the villagers demanding her execution resonating through her mind
"This girl is sick! She needs help not a death sentence"
Lowering herself gracefully by Itachi's sleeping figure she recalled the one man that had stood in her defense, a village doctor.
He had told her it wasn't her fault. That she suffered from reactive attachment disorder, personality disorder, conduct disorder to name a few.
She had argued with the voice on how to kill him. Unlike the brutal slaughtering that befell the other villagers, he was killed in his sleep. It was her way of thanking him for all he had done for her.
The voice was the only constant in Kagome's life, someone who had never left. A mother, a friend, a leader, the voice encompassed all those titles and more. Because of the voice she was never truly alone, and nothing in the world was worse than being alone, abandoned, and uncared for.
She sat down near the sleeping man and just stared. What she was looking for she didn't know, but the voice in her head purred in satisfaction, whispering phrases that had the young girl blushing.
'Take him little one, you may be young but I guarantee you will please. Take him and the flames will pass.'
Itachi made sure to keep his breathing steady,as to not alert the girl he had sensed her entering, his hand already positioned under the sheets to strike, yet he waited for her move.
A mind numbing pain she was all too use to caused her to clutch her stomach.
She would do anything to make it stop, to end it all, to stop the awful pain in her stomach and her head.
"What are you doing in my room?"
He had gotten impatient with her lack of action, choosing to speak up instead. He wasn't expecting the kid to be near tears, clutching her head silently pleading with an unknown entity to make it stop.
He wasn't surprised she was crazy, in all honesty he saw it coming.
"I'll do anything, please, please it hurts so much..."
She continued on with her rambling, still clutching her head tightly, her nails penetrating the skin as small droplets of blood rolled down her arm.
"Where did you get those weapons from?"
He repeated his question from earlier, uncaring the girl looked once more near death. If she was going to die, the least she could do was put his curiosity to rest.
She considered lying but then decided against it. What was the point anymore? She would end up killing him to stop the flames, if only for a moment.
"They were from my clan, the Higurashi clan."
Itachi tried not to let his reaction show, but inwardly he was beyond shocked.
He couldn't believe this mentally deranged little girl hailed from such a prominent clan, one that had at one point been just as esteemed and worshipped as the Uchiha clan.
How was she still alive? His clan had joined along with many others, to wipe off the clan that they all feared was becoming too powerful. Along with the alarmingly fast rate in which they had continued to excel, was the discovery they had begun experiments on children of their clan in an attempt to genetically modify them into super ninjas with aid from the infamous Orochimaru .
If she truly was from that clan how had she managed….
So deep was he in though, that he barely registered when the small girl threw herself at him, knocking him on his back. She expertly straddled the much older man, her lips on his in a frenzied sloppy kiss. Her hands were woven tightly in his long hair, her crotch grinding unto his.
The voice was right, this was much better than killing him. This felt so so good, and that awful flame in her stomach was replaced by a much more enjoyable heat that seemed to pool in her lower regions. Itachi was absolutely delicious, leaving Kagome's head spinning as she tried to taste all of him.
Her hands roamed his muscular upper torso slim fingers tracing patterns on his skin as she tried to deepen the kiss, and this time, she purred along with the voice in her head.
She continued grinding herself on the man, and was very pleasantly surprised to find a protruding bulge had begun rising.
She loved this so so much.
Kagome wanted Itachi to take her and make her his just as the voice urged her to. At the thought of his mark branding her, fantasies of him sliding into her young body had her mewling out in ecstasy. She bit his bottom lip, pleading for entrance, and that action alone was enough to help him regain his senses. In a moment he had thrown the small girl off of him, uncaring that she smashed into the bookshelf, a crack that he didn't care was her back or not, resonating throughout the room.
He was on her in a flash, his kunai ready to end her pathetic life. Never in his life would he have expected some, some...
He didn't even know what to call her
"Explain yourself right now."
He wasn't sure why he didn't just kill her, she had shamed him enough. To think he, Itachi, allowed the action to carry on for a couple moments spoke negatively of him as well.
Was he a pervert? Did he enjoy little girls younger than his baby brother? He wanted to kill the girl for her actions, yet the prominent bulge in his pants didn't necessarily show repulsion.
Was he a sex deprived freak?
He inwardly shook his head, he knew himself, her barely developed body did not strike any arousal on his part. He hadn't had the time to lay with any women in the past month, so his body would of course react to a females advances. But he was not attracted to her personally at all. He blamed the rest on shock
"I'm sorry I couldn't help it. You probably think I'm crazy, but I don't usually do stuff like this. I just wanted it to end."
Kagome looked down in shame and humiliation. What embarrassed her the most was she didn't regret it. The warm feeling in her stomach still had not subsided, and for once she was at ease, comfortable, and the voice in her head was quiet.
This was bliss.
And the man in front of her had to be God, for only he could deliver her happiness.
And she would obey her grandmother's last wish, and follow him forever.
Not registering the killing intent that was radiating off her 'God', she made a silent vow to follow him to the ends of the world if need be, and swore herself to the man that so easily put out the flames she thought would have driven her to madness.