Author's note: my friend, Jessica, wanted me to post this story. It is her story, not mine. The credit goes to her for writing this story. I'm just posting and editing it as she requested. By the way, neither Jessica nor I own Naruto or Tokyo Mew Mew, although that would be totally awesome...but then neither of us would deign to writing fanfictions.

It all began not too long ago…about three or four years in the past to be exact and I had just turned thirteen in the middle June. My Grandfather (a.k.a. the Third Kage) was going to a village for a special meeting, a treaty I believe he called it. The clan there in the Leaf Village was called the Uchiha clan.

Of course, to me, the name Uchiha sounded funny, and yes, I did laugh, but not all the time. You see, my Grandfather told me that I had to go along with him because I was involved. So I changed my clothes into a long lavender kimono with crimson flowers, and packed my things for the trip.

As we were walking along, he reminded me of an old rule elders always tell their children, "Zakuro, remember to behave yourself. Understand?"

"Okay, I promise," I said, speaking the words the elders wanted to hear. He informed me the main house had two sons, one who was fourteen and one was ten. The ten-year-old's name was Sasuke Uchiha. His elder brother's name was Itachi Uchiha.

The journey wasn't difficult and rather tedious. To me, it was a large relief when we saw the large gates of Konoha. It meant no more walking for a while. As soon as we arrived at the estate, I did exactly as my Grandfather ordered- I behaved.

I sat on my legs near the sliding door in the hallway, staring off into space. I came out of my trance when I heard someone –my Grandfather- say, "Zakuro, come in here."

"Uh, okay…What for?" I asked as I followed him into the small, bright yet plain room. Grandfather didn't answer. I saw a man with brown hair in a green kimono and two look-alike boys sitting behind him, gazing at me.

"I'm guessing you're Sasuke, right?" I said, pointing to the smaller boy as I walked up to him and poked him on the forehead gently.

"Yeah, I am," answered Sasuke, rubbing his forehead while giving me a mild, work-in-progress Uchiha glare.

"And you must be Itachi," I stated, more as a fact than question. I was about to poke him on the forehead too, but he swiftly grabbed my hand as it almost touched his head.

"I am Itachi," he responded coldly.

"Okay, you can let go of my hand now," I told him. He let go. My hand ached slightly from the fierce pressure his hand had applied to mine. "Jeez, I'd hate to be his sister," I murmured to myself, flexing my hand as I walked back toward Grandfather.

"Speaking of family matters…" the Third Kage of my village began to explain.

(Five minutes later)

"Wha…Why?" I pleaded with my Grandfather, grasping onto the front of his Kage robes tightly as his hands attempted to pry mine off.

"It's only for a while Zakuro, and besides you need the training," he explained, finally managing to pry my hands from his robes.

"B-Bu-But I don't want to!" I protested, tears beginning to form in my eyes. What if I never saw my Grandfather again?

"I don't want to hear it," he cut me off. "You have no other choice. It's either here or with Ibiki."

I hesitated. "Fine." Grandfather allowed me to hug him before he left. How I wanted to cry! But a long time ago I had promised my parents to be strong. That meant I couldn't cry…right?

I glanced at Itachi, who gave me a slightly dirty look and then walked out the same gate my Grandfather had. "I'm going," Itachi said to his father as his voice trailed off.

"Forgive Itachi, Zakuro, but he'll be like that sometimes," Sasuke's father apologized for his eldest son's rude actions.

I got along rather well with the clan of Uchihas…with the obvious exception of Itachi! The whole week he kept ignoring me and remained rude. One day, he ignored Sasuke too. Sasuke would ask: "Big Brother, can you help me with my Sharingan training like you promised?" and Itachi would reply the same way over and over again: "Sorry Sasuke. Not today. Maybe some other time. Ask Father."

So I thought I would follow Itachi one time. "Let's see what you're so 'busy' with," I whispered to myself as I stealthily trailed him. I tracked him to a small, open clearing in the woods and hid behind a tree.

I saw him…just standing there…with his eyes closed for the longest time. Wondering if he had fallen asleep on his feet, I came out from behind the tree to wake him…or watch him. Man, that was a mistake I'll never do again.