Izumi laid sprawled across the ground, blood seeping through her chest and mouth. The pain in her chest was excruciating, her heart rate was dropping at a painful slow pace and her breaths came out shallow. She didn't have much time left, and she knew this.

As she stood completely still, waiting for the darkness to consume her, she tried to recall everything that took place only moments ago, the very incident that put her in her current state.

*Flashback*

Screams and cries for help could be heard all over the Uchiha Compound, the air was heavy and there was a significant rusty metallic stench in the air… the stench of blood.

Izumi's heart pounded rapidly against her chest, her legs were moving on their own. Every fiber in her body was telling her to turn around and run away. She knew that she was running towards something bad… something evil she could feel it. But she kept running towards the screams because she had to know, she just had to know if he was okay, if the boy she was in love with was okay… If Itachi was okay.

As she made her way to the Leaf Police building she came across the bodies of the people who were once clansmen, their bodies were cut open, guts spilling out, and blood was smeared all across the street. The sight made her stomach churn, she felt her knees buckle. All she could think was, 'where is Itachi?' Her thoughts were interrupted when she came face to face with a masked man. The aura he was radiating was pure evil, he reeked of blood and something was off about him .She knew then and there that this man was responsible for a second thought she grabbed her shuriken and threw it at the masked man, her sharingan in full power, perfectly calculating the distance and the angle between her and the masked man, there's no way she could have missed. And she didn't.

The shuriken hit him directly; he should have died then and there, only the shuriken just went through him, just like that, as if he were some sort of ghost. He merely just glanced at her and uttered "Such fine eyes"

Izumi's blood froze, she understood that she was by far no match for this man, if she stayed any longer she was most certainly going to die. She was about to turn away and doge the attack but it was too little too late, the masked man grabbed her by chains and immobilized her. By now Izumi had begun to tear, she knew this was it. In her last feeble attempt she cried out "Help me Itachi-kun. Help me!" Hoping that by chance Itachi where ever he was, would hear her and come save her like he had previously done when they were kids. But it was all in vain. Itachi didn't come. No one did. The masked man grabbed his katana and drove it through her chest without a second thought. The katana swept over her flesh slicing it open, and when he pulled it out of her, out seeped pools of blood. And then as soon as he had come the masked man left, leaving her all alone to die.

*End Flashback*

She should have died instantly from that blow, any ordinary person would certainly have died then and there but she wasn't ordinary. No she had Dextrocardia, a rare heart condition in which your heart is located on your right side rather than your left. She was still going to die, the blow damaged all her blood vessels, and she's lost pools of blood, her death was only just slowing down, and the pain was building up. How unlucky she was.

Itachi had done it. He had slaughtered his clan, he took out everyone at the compound while Tobi killed those at the leaf police station. Itachi could barely stand up his heart was still pounding he still kept recalling his parents, his mother's face, his father's words, the sound of metal scraping flesh. It drained him completely.

He had to escape the village with tobi ,earlier he had promised to meet him outside the village after they were done with the slaughter. As he made his way towards the Uchiha compound gate he came across a familiar face.

Itachi froze. Time stood still. There right beneath him lay Izumi, perhaps the only other person besides for Shisui and Sasuke who truly cared for him. Izumi's once bright face that never failed to have a smile plastered on it, looked pale and lifeless, her once lit eyes looked dull, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, there was a deep gash in her chest and a trickle of blood seeped from her mouth. It made him sick all over again, but what really broke him was the fact that she was still breathing, she was still alive, dying slowly and painfully, she was suffering.

He immediately bent down to her level and gently called out her name "Izumi..."