Prologue
They stood together with their leader, while looking back on their handy work. Some were sad, some angry, and some were excited as they watched a once radiantly appealing village burn. Hungry flames desperately engulfed building to building non- stop also burning the bodies with it. Their leader turned to a dark haired man,
"Itachi, go and make sure all of them are dead"
The dark haired man stared back at his leader with intense red eyes. He wanted to say something so badly but simply nodded and headed off into the village.
" but leader- sama, I'm sure they're all dead, un"
The leader turned to the blond that spoke, the blond looked back at his leader.
" There can be no mistakes, Deidara, if any of them live it could cause great trouble for us"
Deidara did not comment. Another member broke the silence.
" You sure it's safe to send Itachi, you know he's a big softy"
" It'll be alright, its nothing he hasn't done before"
With that said, the group of men walked away and started back to their Hideout; leaving Itachi to finish off any remains of the clan.
It's true that Itachi is a big softy, but he knew this clan's abilities as if it were second nature to him. He knew that if the clan were to get involved with the Ninja world, it could mean death for the whole Akatsuki clan; maybe even the rest of the world. He started with the first house not burning, it was made of wood from ceiling to floor. He examined the inside from where he was standing before beginning his search for accidental survivors. He checked all of the downstairs, then headed upstairs. When he reached the top of the steps leading to the second level of the house, a man caught his eye. The man lied against the wall bleeding from deep wounds including from his heart. His silver hair along with his smooth peach skin was dirtied with pure crimson, his wide opened eyes were deprived of a soul. Itachi walked past the man and began checking rooms. There were only two: the first was like a baby room, since it was filled with infant toys and other infant necessities; the other assumingly the master bedroom.
There was only a bed in this room. On the bed lied a woman, again pure crimson stained her silver hair and light tan skin mixed with the vibrant blue sheets she eternally slept upon. The woman seemed to be holding something very close to her. As Itachi advanced closer he saw that she was holding a baby. Its hair was silver and its skin to pale to belong to either of its parents. The baby was wide awake, staring into it's dead mother's eyes as if waiting for her to do something. Itachi's expression immediately turned into pity and sorrow. The baby's parents were dead, and unlike crying like the average infant, it lied patiently with its mother. The baby took notice of Itachi and stared at him for a short moment before looking away. He came closer to the bed and picked the baby up, cradling it into his arms. It didn't struggle or even make a noise, it just stared into his deep red eyes blankly.
" Hey there"
He softly said, he saw a bright silver necklace around the infants neck. Attached to the chain was a round pendant that read ' Chiya'.
" Chiya, is that your name child?"
The baby smiled, Itachi smiled back. He knew full well what he was doing is wrong. And like his leader commanded him should've killed the infant. But he couldn't bring himself to kill this one calm, adorable, orphaned child. Who, if left alive, could most likely end the Akatsuki. But the infant reminded him so much of his younger brother. He thought back to the time he cradled his blood relative in his arms. But that had been so along ago and he couldn't remember the emotions he had when holding his brother. Itachi sighed, what a load of shit he was in right now. He walked out the house, and checked all the other houses for survivors. And instead of returning to the hideout as told, he went home with the child, now quietly sleeping in his arms.