A/N:Oh yeah, finally I had the courage to post this one. It's my first fanfiction I ever managed to write down and plan to continue on with at least 5+ chapters. I hope you find it interesting and review with your honest thoughts. I do apologize for the short chapter, I hope it was enough to get you in to the mood and look forward to more. 2014/01/05: Did some editing, filling out the rows, no bigger changes.
Darkness had fallen over the village hours ago and midnight was growing near. Few were still out at this hour, only to long for returning back inside to the warmth of a bed to tuck in to. But he couldn't wait to just escape this area for good.
The great pain, the great crime he had committed tonight, he just wanted to escape from it now, as according to plan.
He shut his eyes, deactivating the sharingan that had been activated for hours.
Opening up his eyes, his dark eyes studied his younger brother lying passed out on the ground after being freed from his genjutsu.
Itachi did what he had to, after all this was what he had to do to protect Sasuke and assure his future. Sasuke would live, and so would the honor of the Uchiha clan. When thinking about it, this was merely nothing from what Sasuke, the clan and the whole village would have suffered if the coup d'état would have been carried out.
And by looking one last time at the smaller figure on the ground he turned to keep walking and took a jump up at one of the rooftops, looking out over Konoha. It would be the last time he would see this view for a long time, maybe the last.
He doubted he would ever be able to return here as a free man, maybe for his execution, maybe as a corpse but nothing else.
Another presence was near; he already knew who it was on the chakra so he didn't even bother to face the other.
"It has been a change in plans; we are staying here a little longer."
Itachi just remained silent and waited for the male behind him to continue, what could he possibly have in mind?
"I need you to get me a child."
He turned around to face the man that had identified himself as Uchiha Madara. Did he perhaps want Sasuke, or any other child with a bloodline limit, or from a gifted family?
"Any child?"
Tracking down kids in the night would probably be a tough task but being able to massacre a whole clan was a tough one too and yet he had managed. What would it matter if he got another task on his hand, this one wouldn't at least include deaths.
"Any child." And with that Itachi jumped away and activated his sharingan while peeking out over the houses under his feet.
Most children would surely be in bed by now, with most windows darkened. He floated over the rooftops, he didn't have all time in the world, and he had to work quickly. Sasuke was not an option; no he would never put his little brother to whatever Akatsuki had in mind for this child. This will simply be another sin for him to atone later with his death sentence he had already been given.
A window that was filled with light had something colorful moving near it, out of curiosity he moved closer to toward the source of light. He stopped on the roof on the opposite side of the window and peeked in to what seemed to be a child's room. What had flashed by in the corner of his eyes had been bright pink hair on a smaller figures body that was dressed in yellow pajamas. He couldn't hear her voice but his sharingan could read a 'goodnight, mum' on her lips before the girl shut the door to her room and turned off the lights.
She turned to crawl in to her bed but hesitated and looked toward the window. The girl moved closer and peeked out the window facing a pair of crimson eyes.
The moment their eyes met she was caught in his genjutsu, her body moving in trance to open up the window and stepped out on the window frame. She fell out in to the air and Itachi was in a blink of an eye there to catch her in his arms.
He looked down at the awake yet unconscious face. He slide his hand over her eyes that didn't see, closing them it would be a while after all until she would be awake again. With that he sprinted off out of the village and away from his home.
