Hello everyone! This is my new Fanfiction of Naruto! And the characters are Itachi and my OC, Shiratoe Saya! I hope everyone would love this fic! Thanks for the support!


Preliminary Part:
Death and Rise of Itachi

Itachi's Lover's POV

The day he died, my whole world falls apart.

But thank goodness, that is not the end.

I arrived at the scene where he had said he would go to. He had confided in me one night that the fight between him and his brother is inevitable. Only one will survive from such a fight, and he did not expect himself to be the one walking back to me alive.

That black fire of his burned the forest till nothing was left but ash and dust, and there he was, walking as if he would topple anytime soon towards his brother, Uchiha Sasuke, who trembled in fear at the sight of his advancing brother.

I cursed myself for arriving after the fight almost ended, but I know I am not too late to save the Uchiha brothers. There is not much time left to waste, so I sprinted down towards the area as quickly as my feet could carry me.

I am not a ninja. I was never trained as one, nor bred as one, but I have powers that made me as equal as any other Jounin or higher leveled ninjas, and that too, was why Itachi paid attention to me when I wasn't looking at him. He had told me that I was a curious, never before seen something that he had the chance to come across in his limited time, as I am the one and only person that could see straight into his spinning red eyes and not fell into his genjutsu. I've felt his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking.

By the time I arrived there by avoiding the deadly Amaterasu all around the forest, Itachi had already reached Sasuke, fingers touching his brother's forehead, the last of his closest kin's eyes were wide with shock.

"Itachi!" I called to him uselessly. I'm not sure if he heard me, but what I'm truly grateful for my precise timing in arrival is that he's not dead, yet. I saw him topple over weakly like a rag doll and my heart clenched tightly, fearing for the possibilities.

Pulling his head into my lap, I covered his body with my cloak and bent over slightly so as to keep the rain away from his face. Nodding towards Gin, who acknowledged my orders silently with a nod, immediately set to work; checking and fixing whatever bleeding wounds that the younger brother had sported when fighting Itachi with its tails. Yes, Gin is a four-legged animal, a large silvery-white demon dog to be precise, with intelligence way above normal humans and is perfectly capable of bandaging wounds with its tails, which could be grown to any desired number. He listens to me, and he is a family dog, inherited from generation to generations, bound by a contract of eternal servitude.

Itachi's breathing is shallow, and his body is turning cold, and I know that he's dying from his disease, a supposedly incurable one that he has carried since the day of his birth. Most people can't cure him. No. Not most people. Anyone who is labeled as medicine seller or medic cannot heal him from his sufferings.

But I can.

"Itachi," I said to him, holding his face in my hand, hoping for him to listen to me. "I'm here, I won't let you die. I promised you, didn't I?"

Pulling a small vial of medicine containing a silvery swirling substance which I had worked for several years, I carefully uncorked it and poured it into his mouth, for he needed to consume every last drop in the vial for the right dose to work against his sickness. This medicine could not cure him completely, but I know it will prolong his life for awhile more until I found the right ingredient for his cure. For now, I'm satisfied with keeping him alive. As long as he lives, I will have plenty of time to make the cure.

Then he stopped breathing. My heart stopped beating as well.

"Itachi?" I called him, and there's no response from him, his blank eyes staring up ahead, empty and dead.

"Itachi, wake up, I've given you your medicine, you should be alright now."

Still, there is no reply from Itachi. Not even a twitch from his forehead.

I knew he couldn't be dead, I believed that he is still alive, but I cannot force back the tears that poured out from my eyes the moment my brain registered that he has ceased to breath.

"No, Itachi, you promised me earlier, now wake up."

Complete stillness, only the rain started to pour down harder.

"Wake up…" my voice, as I noticed, is slowly trailing off in the rain.

My heart seemed as though it had sank deep down into the ocean, slowly ceased to beat against my ribs. I heard a strangled sob of disbelief, realizing only seconds later that it was me; my tears mixed with the rain and fell on my cloak now currently keeping Itachi's body warm. I grabbed hold of his body, cradling him in my arms tightly, knowing that it's useless, and yet knowing that it would probably keep his soul in his body, and would probably wake him if I clutch him hard enough. All logics flew out of the window today.

The rain kept falling on us, as if weeping with me for the sorrow of losing someone I love.

"Itachi! You cannot die on me! You promised me! You swore yourself to me that you won't die!"

I clutched his cold still form to me harder, shielding him from rain and from wind, hiding the proof of his death; his dead eyes, from every eyes and from the world with my hair. That day, I sobbed all my hearts out.

"You swore you'll live for me after Sasuke…"

And at that precise moment, a sigh so soft sounded near my ear, exactly where his mouth is at this moment.

It sounded like my name…

And at that precise moment, the chest that I was currently cradling rise up and down gently, almost unnoticeable if weren't for my hand resting upon it.

And right at that moment, I knew, Uchiha Itachi is not dead.

And I have to get him out of here before that blasted Madara arrives.

The day he died as Itachi of the Akatsuki, is also the start of my new life with him.

My name is Shiratoe Saya, and this is my story as an apothecarian and Head of the Shiratoe Clan.