"She's been here a week and still can't seem to remember a thing about what happened. The only memories she has left are those regarding her mother, and those themselves are quite unsettling." A large man with golden locks, that flowed to his back, spoke with an unusually calm voice.

"I see. It's best if we surround her with people her own age as it may provide her with some sort of stability. I've already assigned her to a ninja squad, it would be a shame to let her abilities go to waste, thus I've decided this is the path she should take. Thank you for your help, Inoichi-san." The elderly man's voice was shrouded in pity as he thought of what the enigmatic girl had been through.

"Of course Hokage-sama." And with a respectful bow the blonde gentleman had left.

Hiruzen looked over towards the disheveled child and frowned. Even though her memories had been searched thoroughly and her mind had been bombarded with shinobi, to ensure she wasn't a threat, he still couldn't decipher that stoic look that had overtaken her face.

"You wretched brat! If it wasn't for you he would still love me! He would still love me!" Another shard of glass was flung directly towards the frail child harshly. The fragment grazed the child's pale cheek, thus causing a streak of crimson blood to run down her face in an unruly manner.

"Mothe-"

"Don't call me that. I'm not your mother! You're just some child that happens to share my blood, other than that you're nothing." The women seemed to go into a state of manic as she tightly gripped locks of her hair and tried to wrench each strand out with an otherworldly amount of force. Her knees buckled underneath her and multiple tears ran down her sunken cheeks.

"AAAAHHHH!" It seemed she had gathered up all her energy and released it in the form of a desperate screech. Grief-stricken sobs raked in her chest as she continued to wail helplessly, at the very sight of this the child herself began shedding tears. She never understood why her own mother despised her soo much, however she knew it had something to do with her father. A man she had never met in all her 9 years of living.

"Akira. It's time to go." Hiruzen gestured towards the solemn child kindly, in an attempt to make her feel comfortable. Akira simply stared directly into his creased eyes, her emotions didn't betray her as she outwardly appeared impassive.

With a slight nod of her head she began trailing behind him as if she was a dog on a leash being coerced by it's master. Akira turned and twisted her head in different directions as she continued to examine her surroundings. She had never seen such a lively place before, she was always surrounded by death and anguish. The entire setting caught her off guard.

After a few minutes of idle chatter the two of them arrived at their desired destination. Hiruzen turned to face Akira with an unsettlingly serious demeanor.

"I've already informed your sensei of your arrival so he should be expecting you. I'll be leaving now, however if you remember anything please contact me as soon as possible. Good luck, Akira." A gentle smile formed on his lips as he spoke to the frail looking child, a complete opposition of his previous attitude.

"Thank you very much." And with that Akira made her way down the wooden hallway and into her classroom.

Hiruzen watched her enter, he couldn't help but pity the child after all the savagery she'd been exposed to. Afterall she reminded him of another child who had no one but themselves left in this cruel world. In a way it made sense that she wasn't able to endure the brutal memories that plagued her mind so the only way out was forgetting everything she had known. Whether it was intentional or not was unclear.

"Good luck." With a final look Hiruzen dismissed his worries and returned back to his office.

It was nerve wracking to say the least. Akira hadn't known anyone her own age since she'd always been surrounded by adults. It was the fear of the unexpected that really frightened her. But the second she'd walked in it was those oddly familiar eyes that had captured her attention. She stood there stiff in an awkward stance, her blank stare resulted in a lot of students retreating their eyes from her form, this caused the students to assume she wasn't of a high social standing. Her disheveled attire further backed up that theory.

'Why does his eyes feel so...nostalgic?' Despite being the main centre of attention Akira completely disregarded the whispers and curious stares and instead focused on capturing the last few remnants of whatever memories she could gather.

'Do I know him?' It took her a moment before Akira came to the realization that she was stood in front of dozens of students with nothing but an uncoordinated posture to show for her arrival.

Lucky for her she was immediately greeted by an elder gentleman who she presumed was her sensei.

"You must be Akira Sato, it's nice to meet you I'm Iruka-sensei. Why don't you introduce yourself to the rest of the class?" Akira caught the feeling of unease that emitted from the older male, despite his outwardly attitude displayed as kind she couldn't help but sense a much darker feeling from him. Perhaps he feared her like the other civilians she had came across.

With a slight nod of her head Akira dismissed her thoughts and complied to her teacher's wishes. With every step she took she could feel various eyes pierce through her, it felt as though she was back in the interrogation room.

Without further ado Akira let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding and spoke with a bland almost bored tone.

"I'm Akira Sato your new classmate. I hope we can all get along." It was a dull introduction but an introduction nonetheless, but before she realized it numerous questions were being hurled her way.

"Class! Calm down, if you'd like to ask something please raise your hand." Iruka's booming voice snapped the students out of their fervent display of curiosity.

Akira however tuned out the noise and instead searched for a pair of onyx eyes. But once she came across them she went into a state of shock.

It seemed everyone else had picked up on her unusual behaviour as they all, also came to a sudden halt. She could hear muffled screams and distorted words from around her but she paid them no heed.

"Why is she staring at Sasuke-kun?" Came an arrogant screatch.

"Is she okay?" Questioned a timid voice.

"She looks kinda pale." A dull tone observed.

'Why does he look like-'

"It-Itachi." It was that single word that formed a dreadful silence around her, even Iruka appeared bewildered. However it was the boy with the eyes that looked the most unsettled maybe even... murderous.

A streak of crimson liquid ran down her nose and onto her shirt, leaving a trail of red behind it. It wasn't long before Akira's view morphed into an abyss of nothingness.

And everything went black.