AN: ok,brand new story. I know you all want me to update my other ones so a great big GOMEN to you all. I just had this idea for a while and wanted to get it out. I hope you like it and yes "Would the Real Uchiha Please Stand Up?" will be updated soon! Just be patient!

Remember, the fruit of patience is sweet.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

My name is Itami. Uchiha Itami.

I am the eldest daughter of Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Sakura. It didn't take me long to realize that my Father did not love me and that he never would.

I think I have known that all my life,or at least, I can not remember a time when I have not had this feeling of insufficiency. That I am not, and I never will be, enough for my Father.

Enough to fulfill his dreams.

I don't know that much about his dreams, I only know that I wanted to help fulfill them.

What a Joke.

My Father hates my name. It's Ironic, I heard he was the one who chose it. Now he winces whenever he hears it. My Father thinks I can not see the emotions he thinks he conceals so well. But I can.

I once heard that I look a lot like my uncle. When I asked Otou-san about this, he activated his Sharingan and left my side without saying a word.

No one ever made that comment again.

So, it must be true.

My Father smiled at me occasionally and occasionally gave me the affection a father will give his daughter, but I was never satisfied.

Mother said I was ungrateful, that I didn't realize how much my Father loves me. She says he rarely smiles at anyone. He doesn't know how to express feelings of affection.

What nonsense.

I don't need his affection. I know he loves me, I am his daughter after all.

But he doesn't need me. And when you are not needed by anyone you are useless.

Simply put, I exist for no reason.

I hated that thought.

So I started wandering away from home.

I became thoughtful and grew dark circles under my eyes from nights spent staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping.

I didn't mind.

People did not like to look at me. It makes no sense at all actually but Mother says it's because they fear power.

They fear Uchihas.

The more serious I became, the more my Father disliked me. It always seemed to me that he did not care for his children.

At the time, I was his only daughter.

When I was five, I learned something else. He did care for his children. Just not for me.

He had never wanted me. He had been waiting for something else.

We were in the hospital, Mother was holding a baby.

I was told that he was my baby brother.

I watched him through narrowed eyes.

Father stepped forward and smiled, a true, genuine smile. He was proud, he was pleased. He had finally gotten what he was waiting for.

He placed a hand on the infant's head. He had never in my life done that to me.

In fact, I heard two old women say that, when I was born, he frowned. Of course, Uchiha Sasuke had no use for a daughter.

He smiled at my Mother, my Mother smiled back, they both stared at the child.

Their world had suddenly grown too small for me.

Now, it seems as if I am jealous and angry and hateful. No, it is none of the above. It was one of the most interesting moments in my life, where I finally understood my Father's actions and my place in his life.

He did not need me because I was not a son. Such a simple thing, really.

The moment passed and Okaa-san called me forward to look at my brother. He was ugly, but all newborns are I suppose.

I knew from the moment I saw him.

In that moment, I saw my future.

I saw his future.

"He will not like me." I said, my five-year old voice still childish.

My mother's eyebrows furrowed, concerned. "Of course he will, Itami-chan!"

I hate it when she calls me that.

"You will be his Nee-chan!" she tried to console me.

But she could not see what I saw.

I shook my head firmly. "He will never like me" I stated.

My mother seemed shocked and she bit her lip. Not knowing what to say.

As expected, my father frowned.

Mostly to make them feel better, I stroked his cheek and smiled "But it's all right. That's the way siblings are."

My mother smiled in relief but my father's frown deepened.

The infant looked up at me and just as I expected, he started to cry.

I smirked. I could see things they couldn't see.

My Mother patted his back consolingly but my Father looked at my smirk in disgust.

There was nothing I could do. I stepped to the window and let my parents talk until it was time for me to go home.

His name was Ichiro and from the beginning my Father expected the most from him. Scrolls and Ninjutsu books filled his shelves long before he learned to read.

Dollhouses and tea sets lay untouched inside my closet.

Father tested Ichiro and his capabilities in at least 20 ways before Ichiro could even speak.

It all grew to maddening extents.

Finally, one day when I was seven and found Father trying to read some Ninjutsu books to Ichiro to make him sleep, I knew enough was enough.

I stepped next to my Father and said "You will lose him if you don't let him breathe."

My father said nothing.

Maybe my words were too sharp, but my Father never put Ichiro to sleep again, from then on it was always fairy tales from my Mother.

I threw my girlish toys out. Every night, I would take a book from Ichiro's bookshelf reading as much as I could mostly falling asleep at 10:00 or 11:00 every night. (this changed as I grew older)

I actually found most of it quite fascinating. That was when I read about the Ninja Academy. It was actually quite normal for all child citizens of Konoha to go there.

So why hadn't I been enrolled?

The next day I asked Naruto-san about it. He gave me an information packet and an application form.

It seemed like he just picked it out of the sky. I asked him if he always carries these things around with him, he laughed and did not answer.

The next day I gave the form to my Mother, intentionally keeping all knowledge of it from my Father. He was gone on a mission but by the time he returned it would be too late to stop me.

I had no idea why I was so concerned, but I felt that he would never let me go.

Mother accepted the proposal cheerfully and the academy was almost too willing to have me. The entrance ceremony would be in a week and a half.

Enough time for Father to return and cause trouble.

Actually, things went much easier than I expected.

All Father said was "It's inevitable."

I joined the Academy and activated my sharingan later that same year, my Mother was overcome with pride, but my Father scowled and refused to look into my eyes.

I was not disappointed, I knew better than to expect him to acknowledge me.

However, during my time at the academy I learned things. About my Clan, about my Father, and my Mother. Everyone stared at me, but it meant little to me.

One evening after I brought home my annual report card in which I had scored first on everything I heard them.

Mother and Father arguing.

"Can't you see how hard she's trying to get you to acknowledge her?!" This was my Mother's voice.

"She will accept nothing short of full marks from herself on every subject!" she continued.

"She does all this for you!" She was... crying?

She was wrong, actually. I didn't try to get full marks on everything. I just learned the lessons well, and none of the subjects were difficult for me. I got full marks with no effort whatsoever.

Also, I was far from trying to gain Father's acknowledgement. That struck me as quite useless. What good would his acknowledgement do me?

"Sakura..." Father's voice sounded weary.

"She looks exactly... like him." I could almost see mother's expression as she froze.

"She's not trying. Not for any of this. These full marks took no effort from her." He said.

I smirked, that was correct.

Well, actually, what I was doing, that is called "eavesdropping" right?

I left.

8 years later.
I stared at the book of complex jutsus.

"The chakra system must coordinate with the circulatory system to maximize potential power and keep the user from harm."

How interesting...

I glanced at my alarm clock.

5:00 am.

I sighed and stood up. I headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

I stepped out half an hour later. (yes, I take very long showers.)

I dried myself off and got dressed in my usual ANBU attire.

I dried my hair and tied it in a loose ponytail. I stared blankly at my reflection.

For some reason, Father hates it when I do my hair like this.

I have very long hair. Down to my knees.

I now tied it up, braided it, and put it in a tight bun with some senbon needles.

I headed downstairs and took my kunai bag from where it was resting near Father's.

18 shuriken, 5 meters of wire, 6 exploding tags, 7 kunais, and 2 smoke bombs. Check.

That would do.

I turned to leave when a voice from behind me called out. "Ano, Nee-chan."

I froze, without turning around. My expression remained blank.

He waited behind me without saying a word. I smirked.He has far more patience than Mother and Father.

I turned around. "You're up early, ne, otouto?"

He stepped the rest of the way downstairs.

"Not earlier than you, nee-chan." he said.

"How do you get up so early?" he asked.

Little did he know, I don't sleep at all.

"Hn."

He sighed accepting my neutral answer.

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" He asked, somewhat desperately.

He was ten years old.

I was fifteen.

He desperately wanted me to stay. He was also mature for his age. He wore his hair in a loose ponytail and for some reason, father did not mind it on him at all.

Ichiro had not activated his sharingan yet, and had yet to graduate from the academy whereas at age ten, I was already chuunin.

I knew he would give anything for my abilities, if only to please Father.

"I'm going to Ichiraku's" I said.

"Oh." he seemed disappointed.

With a smile, I stepped forward. I was an ANBU commander and dressed in the complete regalia befitting one of my rank. only my mask hung loosely around my neck from a thin cord, instead of sitting on my face, where it was supposed to be.

He looked up at me in surprise and I tapped his forehead sharply with two fingers.

"Itai..." he muttered, rubbing his forehead, a look of irritation on his face.

"Foolish little brother..." I said with the same smirk still on my face. "If you want to come with me, all you have to do is ask."

He looked up at me in surprise. "Bu-But I'm not even ready yet." he said gesturing to his pajamas. Apparently, he had just woken up.

I folded my arms.

"and- and you have a mission and..." He was flustered and surprised. Ah, my little brother, so naive.

So much pain left to feel in his life.

My smirk faded and I sighed.

"I can wait." I said leaning against the wall by the front door, I half-closed my eyes as if I were going to sleep and he rushed upstairs to get ready.

Fifteen minutes later, the two of us sat at Ichiraku's.

"Ano..." said Ichiro.

I nodded, indicating that he should continue.

"Nee-chan, what do you think of me... becoming Hokage?" He asked hesitantly.

In front of anyone else, Ichiro could be arrogant, rude, confident, but so humble in front of me... this kid...

With my elbows on the counter, I folded my hands, rested my chin on them and stared thoughtfully off into the distance.

"Why do you want to this?" I asked him.

He raised a brow at me.

"That's a weird question, Nee-chan... I want to prove myself." he said after careful thinking.

I looked at him. "To Father?" I asked.

He looked at me in surprise. "Actually, well..." he trailed off.

"Are you doing this for Father?" I repeated.

He blushed nervously. Really, he was such a girly boy...

Then he frowned and shook his head. "No." he said firmly.

I smiled proudly.

"Everyone thinks... Father, Mother, Sensei... Everyone thinks that Uchiha Ichiro is an average student. Everyone is belittling me. Everyone thinks that I will never be great, Father even thinks I might never activate my Sharingan..." He trailed off again.

How sad. Why should I, the daughter have it all?

He needed it far more than I do. I didn't even want it.

"So you want to prove them wrong?" I asked mixing my ramen with my chopsticks.

"No..." He said. "I want to prove to myself that they're wrong. I want to prove to myself that I can be great no matter what anyone else thinks! If I manage to prove that to myself... I won't need to worry about anyone else.." He looked at his ramen forlornly.

I smiled again. Such an excellent child...

"I will be better than all the previous hokages! Even the Rokudaime-hokage sama!"

He said waving his chopsticks around emotionally.

I narrowed my eyes, He was talking about people he had never known, people he had never met.

"Oh!" he said suddenly. "You've met Naruto-sama, haven't you, Itami-san?" he asked me.

"Yes..." I said slowly. "He was... an excellent man."

The chef suddenly laughed, causing us to look up.

He had grown old, but had never given up his ramen shop, even when his daughter had abandoned him for some handsome man in the village of mist.

"Well, Itami-san here is just trying to carry on Naruto-sama's legacy aren't you Itami?"

I raised a brow.

"What do you mean Ojii-san?" asked Ichiro.

"Why else would you come to this ramen bar every single day? You don't even like ramen much, you used to complain about it to Naruto all the time." the chef smiled at me.

I stood up and put some money on the counter. "You talk too much, old man." I said putting my hands in my pockets.

Ichiro also stood up and followed me. We walked down the streets as the sun rose slowly.

"You're going to be very early." I said.

He shook his head "It's all right,"

"Listen, Ichiro." Ichiro looked up at me. "Naruto-sama would hate how Konohagakure has turned out. He would hate it."

Ichiro sensed the bitterness in my voice and said softly "That's why it's your dream to bring Konoha back to the way it was, right, Nee- chan?"

I looked at him as he watched his feet. He was still so young and naive, to think that he had never even killed a person...

"Yes, that is part of my dream." I said.

He looked up at me. "Part of it?" he asked.

But I didn't answer. He didn't need to know the rest.

The other part of my dream is to prove that a certain man, a certain exiled nin was innocent.

I wanted to prove the innocence of Uchiha Itachi.

AN: Hope you liked it! I think it was an interesting idea, so check it out everyone,ne? Also, there will be loads more SasuSaku coming up I just had to set up the basic plot ok?