Ok readers I deleted Bell Bell, so srry if you guys wanted to read it (I just lost interest). So this story is a branch off of A Pirates Life for Me, it is about how my favorite character, Itachi meets Akira his girlfriend that Sakura befriends when the Sharingans crew dock in their hometown of Konoha in PLFM.

Akira starts at 10 years old

Itachi is 15 years old

Sasuke 11 is years old

The ages progress through out the story.


The fall, night air in Konoha was crisp, somewhere in the Uchiha manor in the Uchiha district a scarcely decorated room was occupied by a little girl. The girl was cover in sweat as she furrowed her brow and groaned into her nightmare.

"Daddy!" She yelled in terror as her nightmare reached its climax. The injured body of her petite form rapidly shot out of the blanket that covered her. Coming to her scenes she blinked into the darkness of the large yet prison like room she laid in the middle of. Turning behind her to see closed windows; the full moons lunacy light illuminated long patches of rectangles in the room. One of which surrounded her so she could see rather than feel her familiar, long brown curly hair that seemed to have been brushed and separated to hang on either side of her shoulders. Lifting a small hand to touch her silky and not frizzed hair as she remembered, her brown eyes saw the bandage that was wrapped to the start of her elbow. Looking at her other arm and lifting up the enormous sleeve that covered her upper arm she spotted more gauze that seemed to glow a gray-blue in the moonlight. Confusion stabbed at her thoughts and tears stung her eyes.

Why was she here?

Why does she have bandages on her arms?

Who brought her here?

Where was she?

Where were her mommy, daddy and big sister?

And…

"What happened to me?" She murmured. Suddenly a movement from the front of the room caught her attention, the sliding door had opened and the head of a boy she had never met before casually peaked his head in. The boy was about her age with almost white skin and hair that blinded in with the dark background.

Making fear filled eye contact with the stranger her lips parted to try and make words come out. But the boy suddenly disappeared from sight, so in frustration she slumped in the futon she sat on.

Sighing, the girl listened to silence, shaking slightly for fear of why she was in a place she did not know. The rooms' unfamiliar scent wafted around her from the futon and open curtains. She hated it…yet at the same time couldn't get enough from the calm it gave her.

Brown eyes turned her attention from the aroma to the sliding door reopening. Instead of the little boy it was a much older and much taller boy. Lowering her eyes to her hands that tightened their hold on her knees when her legs had shifted to her chest the little girl fidgeted from the new strangers' gaze.

"Are you well?" The deep velvety voice that exited the strangers' lips made the sitting child jump. His sudden question did nothing but make her more confused, was she well? Without an answer she tilted her head up to face to boy, whom was abruptly in front of where she sat, gaze now scanning the form clad only in the over sized shirt whose smell was twin to what was around her. Including the adolescent shifting his body to kneel in front of her. Stiffening her body to move away the young man grabbed her thin arm so she could not run.

"You do not need to run…I will not hurt you." He said, "Tell me your name."

Twisting her head to glimpse at him she almost screamed when his masculine hand that was free reached out for her. The hand brushed against her sensitive cheek as it pulled away the hair that covered the closest cocoa eye. He was so intimidating the look at with his sturdy build, ghostly skin, and his drawn out ebony hair that was loosely tied. His stern expression shaped the mature lines at the edge of each shiver inducing scarlet eye. However, the way he held her gaze was neither threatening, nor violent. So with her last distressed thought leaving her mind she decided to trust the boy.

"A-Akiyama Akira…" Akira stammered as she looked from him to the dark floor. The unknown person's lips twitched slightly.

"You may call me Uchiha Itachi." The raven said quietly.

"Where am I?" The sepia haired girl asked.

"You are in my home in Konohagakure." The no-longer-a-stranger-boy said speaking as if he did not want to give the younger girl all the information he knew. But Akira asked on ignorant to Itachi'' short reply.

"Why?"

"You were injured."

"Why?"

"You were attacked by pirates." He said hiding his displeasure.

That's right, the memories of that night her village was attacked all came rushing back. The screams, the fire, the cacophony of shattering goods, and the blood, the flashbacks came and went so swiftly that it gave the child a headache. Something wasn't right, where was mommy, and was daddy ok and big sister? Looking up at Itachi with her doe like eye that shimmered faintly in the moonlight she asked the question that made even him shatter the mask he put on; in the form of gripping the girls' arm tighter than he wanted.

"Where is my family?"

Itachi's lips went into a thin line as he remembered a middle-age man and woman bleeding warm blood around the frail girl he grasp and the young woman a few years older than him lying inside of a child's bedroom. What could he say, they were dead, gone, massacred by his fathers own crew several weeks ago. The girl in front of him was the sole survivor thanks to his quick thinking when he sneaked her back onto the ship. She had staid in a shock-induced coma until this night.

"They are dead." The adolescent said after an endless pause.

"Eh…?" Akira stared at him for the longest seconds of his life as her chest stopped in its breathing. Her eyes opened to reflect his face that dared not to leave hers. Tears slowly formed at the rim of her eyelids then ran down. Itachi watched as her breath hicked and let her slip her arm out of his grip to stand on her stiff, puny legs that were bandaged from scratches.

"You're lying…"She pleaded. But the Uchiha stood up and towered over her as he shook his head once.

"No…NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOO!" Akira held her dainty hands to her eyes as if to block out the truth. " M-MOMMY, DA-DADDY WHERE ARE YOU?…S-Satsuki-nee…No…oh god Raven." As if coming to a realization that not only are her family members dead, but someone else too important.

"NOOOOooo…nnn…" Without warning Akira wobbled and her legs buckled from beneath her. She fell, however Itachi's swift reflexes caught her feather like body in his deadly arms. He looked down at the girl several years younger than him and unconsciously holds her tighter as someone walks into his bedroom. It was Uchiha Makoto, his mother; the older woman looked down at the two on the floor.

"Itachi, what happened? I heard screaming." Makoto informed.

"She remembered her family is dead, that is all." He said in his velvet voice. Makoto walked over to the children and sat beside her eldest son and petting Akira's curling hair.

"It is so sad what happened to her my son. But now she can start anew don't you think?" She asked still fixated on the foreigner and wiping away sweat from her brow as she had another nightmare. Itachi staid silent so his mother could explain her cryptic reasoning. Letting out a soft giggle towards her teenage son she explained.

"If you don't mind Itachi I would like to let her live here and be my daughter."

"!" The raven opened his blood colored eyes just enough to show he was caught off guard with his mothers kind request.

"I want to experience what it is like to have a sweet little girl in our home. And I will put you in charge of watching her. She has been through an innumerable amount of horror for one to many nights." Makoto smiled as Akira sighed in her sleep.

"Me…?" The son asked hiding his confusion.

"You were the one who brought her home to me, the one who took care of her while she was asleep, and the first to meet."

The dark haired mother got up and made her exit, leaving the adolescent to maul over the responsibility given to him. One thing was for sure; his father would never approve of a peasant living within the same walls as him…he smirked. Itachi was on board with his charitable mothers' request one hundred percent, to hell with what his father would think.

Lying Akira back into his fluffy futon he sat to the left contemplating…now where was he going to sleep. He was too lazy to go across the hall and take many turns to the storage chamber. Thinking another moment he flicked his attention to the girl who shuffled to her side now facing him with innocently outstretched arms as if to say 'Don't worry I don't mind sharing'. And that was all he needed to yank off the stuffy sweater he had put on that frosty October morning and carefully stretch his limbs into the large mat in the middle of his room. He lowered his head of silky locks to his pillow when he all of a sudden got a nose full of wavy hair that smelt warm and musty like the scent of smoke from a blown out match. Akira had immediately seeked out the warmth of his body as she curled into a little ball. It was like this when the brother fell asleep breathing in the addicting sent of smoke.


I am just to Itachi obsessed I think…R&R please!