Chapter 1;

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No one actually knew why Itachi had slaughtered the Uchiha clan. No one ever found out the true reason. I wasn't because of the revenge, nor was it for the measurement of power. Of course he always figured those were bonuses. The real reason was dead along with them. She had gotten to live longer than the rest of the clan.

The real reason was because his love was rejected.

The woman who he had fallen in love with humiliated him and rejected him. He sulked for awhile, and then started placing blame on everything. Consequently he had triggered that place in your mind that takes over and goes on a killing spree. He had only stopped himself from killing those who had infected him. He left his brother, his dear little brother. He would never find out how much Itachi really cared for him. He had left the boy right after he watched his older brother effortlessly slaughter his parents.

Itachi had grabbed his love and ran. No one saw them for awhile after that.

After Itachi emerged from hiding the girl was no where to be seen. It's safe to say that she's dead. She had been the only female Uchiha left, until she bore a child. A beautiful daughter, the child of Itachi and his nameless love, which had seemed to have changed her mind about Itachi. Itachi kept the small girl a complete secret. Only a few knew about her, and that's what he wanted. Of course, he was very young when he obtained the child.

He had somehow wanted it that way. So he could train her while he was still at his best.

He had tried the best he could to be a father to her, and most times he succeeded. Of course he asked the few trusted female ninjas to help out occasionally. There were some things he just couldn't help with.

It was silent. It was dark. It was rainy. It was her favorite part of the night. She was curled up in the covers of her bed, staring out the window. The patterns the rain made on the glass kept her awake. She could watch them for hours.

She pulled the covers closer around her body and shivered. It was indeed one of the coldest nights she had ever lived through. She was wearing layers of clothing, along with the covers, but it just didn't seem to be enough. She sighed and turned over.

She took up staring at her father instead of the window. She had always loved her father blindly. She looked up to him, he was simply her hero. No one could beat him, no one insulted him, and no one dared touch him. She smiled. He had always released his soft side towards her, only when no one was watching. She never asked why, it was just one of those many silent agreements they had. Ones they never had to talk about, they just knew. She shivered again. It felt like the temperature was dropping, it probably was.

She quietly crawled out of bed and wrapped the blanket around her. She tiptoed towards her father's bed. She knew he could hear her. She tried her best anyway.

"Any enemy would be able to tell you're coming."

His clear voice broke through the silence. She smiled. She knew he wasn't really insulting her. He just didn't know how to really hold conversation.

She kneeled down on the side of the bed he was facing. She smiled. He sighed and lifted up his blanket. She crawled in his bed, and took her blanket and put it on top of both of them. She snuggled into his chest and sighed. She held the utmost respect for her father.

He was her world.

She was now 15. She was turning out to be a very skilled ninja. Itachi figured she would outrank him one day. She was already above where he was when he was 15. He watched her. She was just sitting underneath a tree, reading. He figured if anyone happened to walk by she wouldn't even look like a ninja. But, of course, no one would walk by, and only a few people had ever seen her.

Her ear twitched. She smiled. Her father had returned from wherever he was sent. He never told her where, but that was okay with her. She could always find him. She stopped reading, but continued to look at the pages of her book. She had actually been enjoying it. Every time her father could, he got her a new book. Since she didn't get much human interaction, so she loved reading and learning about the world.

"Father, I do hope you are well." She said, finally looking up from her book into the tree he was currently residing in.

"I suppose." was his curt reply. He was always like that. It's one of the things she loved him for.

"Hn." She stood slowly. She dusted off the red kimono she was wearing and placed a newly fallen leaf in the book.

She walked over and leaned against the tree her father was in.

"I do hope you haven't gone off and gotten badly injured."

"Hn."

She let the smile fade slightly. Usually he answered with dropping down from the tree to show he was fine, or a verbal, "I'm fine." She turned around and stared up to where she knew he was.

"Please, come down, father. Let me help." She frowned when he didn't come down right away.

He jumped down slowly. His feet hit the ground and he winced. His clothes were bloody, his hat was missing, and his eyes were bloodshot. She gasped slightly.

"What happened?" She asked helping him sit down on the soft meadow grass. He practically collapsed when she wrapped her arms around him, ignoring the blood that was smearing on her clothes. She couldn't imagine whose blood it was.

He sighed and finally gave into that intense stare. "We were ambushed. No one was expecting it." He smirked, "Of course we killed them. They were a hard lot."

She rolled up his sleeves and reached into one of the many pockets sewn into her kimono. She pulled out some basic first aid supplies. He eyed them suspiciously. For once, he was glad she was always prepared for anything.

He leaned his back against the tree while she started to clean him up. They sat in silence. The silence was a comforting one for Itachi, after having come from a bloody battle. He could always count on her to make him feel like he had purpose to his life. He figured that if she wasn't around his life would be one big killing spree.

She cringed at some of the deeper wounds. The ones who ambushed her father must have been good. He never came home with this many wounds. She rolled his sleeves back down after she had done as much as she could.

"We should return home, father." She looked at him with worried eyes. He needed rest, so did she. The sun was starting to set and it would be dangerous to be out in the dark while her father was wounded.

"I suppose."

He draped an arm over her shoulders, slightly for the support, and just because he was her father.

She smiled at the gesture. He didn't do many fatherly things often anymore. She picked up her book, and steadily led him home, at least their makeshift house.

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Um, thanks for reading…and stuff. I always like to know what you guys think about the stuff I write, even if you just tell me you hate it. So, please let me know what you thought and, uh, that's it. Hopefully I'll actually finish a story this time. I apologize in advance if I start slacking off. If I do, please start yelling at me so I'll continue it.