This is my first time writing Manga fanfiction, but I've had this story in my head for a while, so here it is. I'd like to say that I'm sorry if the MC's name sounds familiar but my reasons will be in the story. If my story sounds to much like another I would like you to tell me so I can redirect it in another way so I wont be copying. (with all the naruto fanfiction I wouldn't be surprised.)

Thanks and I hope you enjoy

~ClaryMorg4850

As she was playing with Yoko she suddenly felt a light feeling in her stomach. Like a burst of air had come and lifted her up. That was when she knew.

It was time. Her time had come.

She left Yoko, her big black ninja panther, and ran inside to her o baa-Chan.

"Grandma!"

She opened the sliding door and took her shoes off.

"Grandma!"

"Calm down, little spirit." *her grandma calls her spirit because in mythological times her name meant "godlike, spiritual being"*

"Grandma, its time. I have to leave."

Her grandma froze, her needle point paused in mid swing. She knew what that meant. It meant she would lose her granddaughter, her little spirit.

As she looked at her spirit in the door way, her thoughts went back to the night she was first brought to her...

*flash back*

Her feet hurt her. An old lady like her didn't need to be tending to the animals. Maybe it was time she hired some young help. Times were so tough while it would be a welcome to the worker, to her, it would just make things tougher. But she couldn't do this forever. She was getting on up there. Her husband and sons were all gone and dead... Several years have passed sinse her last, and youngest son had died on his mission.

She sighed and looked up at the sky. Maybe she'll have a miracle. Maybe some rich young man will come along and buy this old farm and treat it right.

Ha! And maybe shell do backhand springs through the village to.

She sighed again. Now her neck and back were hurting too. She decided to go inside and make a cup of tea. She wobbled inside, leaning heavily on her cane. Yes, she would probably be joining her husband and sons soon. She didn't have anything to live for. Yes, she had her farm and the animals, but you need people. Well, she did. She needed somebody to take care of. Being here all by herself was not only lonely but also boring. Yes, yes old people get bored to.

Maybe she just needed to move into the village. Plenty of people there, and maybe she could find some young person to help her around. Living on the outskirts of the village away from people was great for farming but not so much for socialization.

Just as she put the tea to a boil, a knock sounded on her door. Hm, maybe her dreams had come true and it was a buyer. Oh joy, she wondered if he wanted some tea. She always made enough for two, so he'd be welcome. But if he had more people with him, then what could she do? She could always make more, but she didn't have much tea. Maybe they'd enjoy some sake. She wobbled over to the door, forgetting her cane.

"Hold on, hold on. I'm coming."

Another knock came. Hmmm, maybe whoever it was was deaf...

She opened the door, to see a young man with a small bundle in his arms.

"Yes? May I help you?"

That's when she noticed the leaf village headband, scratched through the symbol. A rouge.

She stared into the man's black eyes, and fainted...

When she woke up, she was laying on her couch and the young man in a chair across from her. She looked around frantically to see if anybody else was in the room and instead noticed a black coat with red clouds slung over her kitchen chair.

She looked at the man and tried to get up, but being old that wasn't to easy.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the man said

The old lady looked at him with a "I'm old, not stupid look".

"Not unless you give me reason to," he amended.

"What do you want? My farm? Money? Secrets? The first, if it means my life, you can have, I ain't got much money, and I don't have any secrets. I'm useless to you."

He looked at her then out the window. He seemed so lost and young it struck her that this man, no boy, couldn't have been more than fourteen or fifteen. So young to be a rouge... or maybe...

"Are you a rouge?"

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

He didn't say anything; he never said anything about how he became a rouge though she could see how his eyes would flash and she would see such pain that she had to look away.

"I've been watching you for a while," he said.

She jumped, not really sure what she should say.

"Only a couple of weeks, maybe a month. You spend your days working a job that's not good for somebody your age. You come in and sit here alone, maybe read a book. Your alone, have been for a while."

"Oh? And what business is it of yours?"

He looked her in the eyes.

"I can give you something. To take away the loneliness, to give you something to live for. And in return, all you have to do is take care of it. I'll give you money and come by to check on it once a month."

He paused, letting her sink this in

"But understand, though I give this to you, someday your going to give it up. You will lose it, because you have no choice. I have no choice. It is how it is. Knowing this, you have the choice to decline. I will not harm you if you do. But you must not tell anybody that I came to you."

No loneliness, something to take care of...

"Is it another animal?"

His mouth twitched like he wanted to smile, but couldn't. Like he had no reason to.

"One of them is. But only for the other thing."

He stood, and held his hand out to her. She let him pull her up and followed him to her youngest son's room. He opened the door and let her in ahead of him.

As she walked in, the first thing she saw was a little black kitten on the bed. The second thing was her sons crib set up in the corner. She put her hand to her mouth, tears gathering up in her eyes. It had been so long since she had saw that last. She walked towards it.

"I'm sorry, I just found it in the attic, and she needed a place to sleep away from the cat."

"She?"

She leaned over the edge of the crib, and saw her for the first time. Wrapped in a black blanket, she was perfect. Her little hands were curled in as she slept, her feet half up in the air, her black hair shiny and thick on her head. The only thing wrong with the picture was the bandage wrapped around her eyes. She reached down to touch them, when the boy grabbed her hand.

"Don't touch those. She has to have them on at all times. They can never be taken off unless they are being changed."

"Is something wrong with her eyes?"

"No. Their perfect. That's the problem. Just trust me on this, rouge or not, those bandages can not be removed. That's why I'll be coming back. To change them."

"But why are they covered up? Is she dangerous?"

"She is more dangerous then anything I have ever encountered."

But how could a little baby be so dangerous?

She reached down and picked the baby up out of the crib. She was so light, her breathing deep and peaceful.

"She looks like you."

He winced and closed his eyes like he was in pain. So that was the why of it...

"And what perchance is this little beauty's name?" She rocked the baby when she hiccuped as if trying to answer her.

"She has no name"

The old lady looked up in surprise.

"How old is this girl?"

"A month."

"And she has no name?! How could you not name your own daughter?"

"SHE IS NOT MY DAUGHTER," he yelled.

Suddenly the baby woke and screamed as if to protest this.

The old lady did not say anything, just stared at him as he squeezed his eyes shut and sat down in a chair beside the bed.

"She can't be. If anybody found out about her..."

Now she understood. He was a rouge. In that world, family was a weakness, one that got people killed, and most of the time the family were the ones getting killed.

"Well then, how about we name her?"

"She can't have my name. If anybody found out she would be killed."

"What is your name?"

When he hesitated, she snapped "if I'm going to be taking care of this baby, you should at least tell me your name!"

"Itachi... Itachi Uchiha."

She nodded. She had heard of the prestigious Uchiha clan. Had even met a few, a nice young lady and her son. Cute little boy he had been. Looked a lot like the boy sitting before her. But his eyes had not been quite so... Haunted.

"Then her name shall be Chii. For her father and her clan."

He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Chii. Yes, that's a good name. It's what my mother used to call me when I was a kid."

"You sound like you were close with your mother."

He didn't say anything more. Just stood up and stared down at the baby- Chii.

"Goodbye, Chii. You have no idea how sorry I am to have brought you into this world."

*Present Time*

"Grandma! Did you hear me? I have to leave!"

The old lady came back as a tear slipped down her cheek.

"I heard you, spirit. I was just thinking of when you first came to me. My little spirit, you made my life worthwhile."

While Chii did not cry, sadness shined in her eyes, almost like tears.

"I don't want to go, Grandma. I'm scared."

The old lady felt another tear fall free.

"I know, little spirit. Come here. Come let grandma hold you one last time before you leave."

She opened her arms, and Chii readily ran to them. She held her beauty, her granddaughter, her spirit as she whispered to her.

"Don't worry little spirit. This was always how it was supposed to be, you know that. Your father told me I would lose you. But I'm not losing you. I'm letting you go, but only for a little while. Now you go help your father stop the bad guys, you and Yoko, and then you come back to me. And when you get back, I'll have your favorite dinner waiting on you. Promise."

She felt her nod. Then she did as she said. She let her go.

OK, that's the end of this chapter. Sorry it was so depressing, but it's just how it goes. Btw, I forgot to mention this earlier, but there will be some flashbacks in this series because I kinda started in the middle of this, but again that's how it's meant to be. Thanks for reading, and please feel free to comment, criticize, and/or add this to your favorites. Thanks. Until next time!

ClaryMorg4850