Summary: Just in: there's another breathing Uzimaki in Japan. While Naruto and the gang go to find her, they're entangled in a twisted plot that involves his twin and none other than Itachi Uchiha. How are these two involved? And what does this say about Sasuke's and Naruto's relationship? Only one way to find out…read! And while you're at it, review!

Actual summary: Seventeen years ago, Naruto's mother – near her final hours – gave birth to a young girl. Once the fox demon was sealed inside of Naruto, the Fourth Hokage's emerald necklace was wrapped around the girl's neck, and the two twins were separated. Now, as Naruto figures out the truth of his childhood, a sinister evil is after his sister and Itachi Uchiha. Follow the gang as they rush to save her and unravel the mystery behind her stalker. And what is Itachi's relationship to the younger blond? Is there more there between Naruto and Sakura than they lead on. NaruSakura. ItachiXOOC (All in due time)

I do not own Naruto or the characters. I do not own the idea of Sookie Stackhouse from True Blood. I just had an idea after I thought about Naruto's birth and Sookie's powers seem very…useful to me. However, I do own Anna Sophia Uzimaki. That is my original character and I hope you review me and tell me what you think.

He slid down the tree slowly, glaring at the three gang members as they started getting weapons out. He remembered them all from a year ago, the same bunch of low-life scumbags he had seen about to beat up this old man for not giving them a discount on some beer. Truthfully, he hadn't given a damn about the old man. He had been disgusted that the three younger people had the nerve to want to act so immature over something as small as beer. They had deserved the beat-down he had given them.

"Well, if it isn't our ol' buddy? What do y'all say we show him a nice little night? I'm sure he'll remember us again," the brunette girl said, holding up her guard as if she could fight. Itachi hadn't touched her. He had just deliberately showed her worst nightmare and had her lost in his sharingan.

"And what are you going to do to me, whore? Fuck me to death," he sneered, his black hair falling over his eyes lazily. He was sweating profoundly and he felt like he was suffocating under the heat of his own body. "Oh, I forgot! You like fucking with drunken bastards that like beating on you." Her hand immediately flung up to her cheek, where a bruise was slowly healing. No doubt another one would be replaced before the night was over.

"What did you say to my girl," the blond guy said and kicked him right in the gut. He doubled over in pain, already sick as hell, as the other man kicked him back against the tree. He coughed up blood, becoming even paler. I should've listened and got treated when I had the chance, the young man thought as he thought he saw his life flash before his eyes. That is until the other man got knocked out by a glass beer bottle. His head hit the ground hard, blood oozing from the wound. Whoever threw the bottle had a nice aim and a good arm too. Everyone's eyes went over to see a blond goddess.

She was a beauty, dressed in a simple waitress fashion: white short-sleeved shirt, black spandex shorts, and white tennis shoes. The young man could tell she was about sixteen or seventeen through her young, angelic face. Her complexion was clear without blemishes and fair with a pink undertone. Her blue eyes seemed deeper than what he could tell they were, almost as if she could see through him. Her pink lips were kissable and glossed. She was elegantly sculpted, curves in the right places. Her long, toned legs seemed a little tanned. Her long blond hair was pulled back by a white headband, her bangs combed back from her face. Diamond studs in her ears and an emerald necklace around her neck. She was a vision before them.

"What do ya want, diner girl?" The brunette girl said, glaring at her almost enviously. He could tell that she hated the girl, not because of some fight, but because she was jealous of her.

"For you to leave that man alone. Can't you see he's sick," her raspy voice said, her eyes sharp on all of them. The man standing glared at her, angry for his fallen comrade.

"These are dangerous grounds you're walking on, girl. Go back to your little post, diner girl, and stay there. We don't wanna hurt you." She rolled her eyes and began walking over to them briskly.

"And I don't wanna hurt you either," she threatened. Her eyes scanned the girl. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." It was as if she had been reading her mind because the brunette was about to go to the truck, where a gun was waiting no doubt. He watched in amazement at the girl. "Or you, Hein."

"Damn, bitch! I said go away!" He lunged at her. The poor man hadn't seen it coming. It was as though she pulled a large bokken out of her pocket and threw it at him. The boomerang caught him right in the stomach and sent him flying into another tree. She caught it as it flew back her way and disappeared with the flick of her hand. The other girl was scared out of her wits.

"I'd leave if I were you, Aki," she said and the brunette didn't take long with running down the road, forgetting about everything else. The blond goddess was at his side in seconds, her cool hand on his forehead. He was under the impression that he was looking at an angel. "You have a fever. Come on, let's get you out of here." He snatched away from her.

"I don't need your help," he spat vehemently.

"Obviously, you did. It didn't seem to me like you were handling yourself well if ya ask me," she said with a Southern drawl. He would've found it cute if she weren't annoying him.

"Well, I didn't ask you, did I? Now, get out of my sight, diner girl!" She growled at his sarcastic tone and grabbed his arm, which hurt at the moment, and threw it over her shoulder. Unwillingly, he leaned his weight on her smaller frame. His head was against hers and he could smell the tantalizing scent of fresh freesia in the lush hair.

"Look, you're hurt and I'm not gonna let you sit here all night with a fever and injuries like this. Either you shut the hell up or you let me take care of you without complaint. Either way, you're gonna get treated whether ya like it or not, alright?" He didn't respond. His silence was her answer as she led him down the road towards a brilliant light. "What's your name, anyway?"

"Itachi…Itachi Uchiha," he answered quietly. Moments went by before he looked down at her face. "And you are?" She looked back at him with a smile, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Ana…Ana Sophia Uzimaki," she replied. That last name rang a bell to him, reminding him of the spiky blond kid he had encountered months ago. Could she be his twin, he thought quizzically before peering into the eyes of the beauty before him. Itachi just smirked at her sarcastically.

"I didn't ask for your whole name." She returned to him a cunning smirk, face glowing with mischief.

"Well, I didn't say you did, did I?" She shot back sarcastically. They shared a small smile before continuing their walk, not knowing their fates were forever entwined.

Well, that's my prologue! Tell me what ya think. I'm just introducing Ana Sophia. Her character seems kinda spunky right now, huh? Just you wait!