I'm sorry about the long wait but I kinda lost intrest in this story and then I was caught up with getting my associates degree and blah blah then I decided to edit the story so here's the first edited chapter.
I don't own Naruto
Prolog
There was the wailing of babies in the air and the pleasant smell that only babies had surrounding his nostrils. He sat beside his mother his shoulders stiffening slightly at the sudden wail of a woman.
His mother looked down at him with steady eyes and while he would usually give her his undivided attention, caring for her every whim in her current condition he paid not the slightest amount of attention now, occasionally nurses in white would walk pass them sitting in the corridor but few took notice of them undoubtedly wondering what one of the most prestigious clans in the Hidden Leaf was doing at the General Public Hospital at this ungodly hour.
One of two of them would stare at him wide eyed with astonishment because he was of course the pride of the Uchiha and praises were heaped continuously on his head. However most of the Hidden Leaf's population chalked the wonders of Itachi Uchiha up as rumor, but looking at this little protégé with his fixated attention and calm exterior, emanating an air of superiority and coolness most of them had to do a double take to assess his correct age. But throughout his not so discreet assessing he paid none of his unwanted admires any mind. Instead his attention as fixated on the man pacing the room across from them.
The man was anxious but still he kept his face hooded, drained of any expressions. Itachi Uchiha five year old genin stared at the man's eyes. There was torture there and it was because of the wailing woman that was in the delivery room, he glanced discreetly at his mother's bulging tummy. Would she be yelling like that when it was her turn to give birth to his brother or sister? Or would she be louder? Would she be yelling even louder? Would the clan leader Fugaku Uchiha be as affected by his wife's labor as this man was? Or would he be even more stone-like? Itachi's eyes trailed after the man as he made yet another trail back and forth on the corridor.
The corridor that they were waiting in was one of the most private and newly built sections in the hospital. The floor to ceiling widow, stood with the drapes pulled aside slightly letting the moonlight drift effortlessly into the corridor and highlighting the dark figure of Huriki Haruno working a worn trail in the tiled floor.
At the sound of the next wail the man stopped and looked towards the door, the mask that he wore crumbled as he sank to the floor. Itachi's father had left to get a member of the council.
It was tradition in the Leaf village that someone from a powerful clan in the village marries someone from a not so powerful one or no clan at all. And as it was the Haruno's were not from a clan. Though he hated not having a say in whom it was that he had to marry he had shown not even the slightest clue that he had understood what was going on nor had he shown that he hadn't. A person could question the workings of a five year old mind but when it came to the mind of five year old Itachi one had to question the workings of their own mind. Besides what good would questioning it do?
There was no point in it anyway. Mikoto had made sure that the person he had to marry came from a respectable family that of her best friend Huriki Haruno. He was grateful to his mother at least she was trying to make his life a little easier than his father was. Having the weight of a powerful clan on your shoulder was something that he had to carry alone; help was never offered from anyone nor as it ever supposed to be accepted from anyone if offered. Acceptance was a sign of weakness. An emotion that he was not supposed to show according to his father.
After all how much could a simple five year old stand? Itachi watched as his pregnant mother got up from her seat and walked over to the man that she owned like a brother. He felt slightly what the man was going through but he felt it for his mother because soon it would be her in that room wailing her lungs out to deliver his baby brother or sister.
At five years old Itachi was more skilled than a chuinn and he owed that to the amount of lives he'd witnessed being taken due to the occurrence of the third Shonobi war him something that had led him to believe what his father was teaching him that to trust was to leave one's self vulnerable and open to destruction. He would have agreed totally with his father that emotions could get a person killed but his mother had argued that emotions was what made them human emotions was what shaped them into the person that they wanted to be and Itachi knew what kind of person he wanted to be he wanted to be a pacifist. He wanted to see a world without war no one should have to witness what he had especially not at the age he had witnessed it. If it were not for his Mikoto Itachi bet he'd be like his father. Emotionless and stone cold.
He had yet to master the art of his Kekkei Genkai but he was working on it furiously. Having activated his Sharingan during the war. To say that he as living up to all the praises that were being heaped on his head was an understatement because he was doing at age five what most members of his clan would to until eight or ten or for some of the unfortunate ones until they were teenagers.
From birth Itachi hadn't a say in his live and he still didn't because he was going to be married to the child that was being born at this very moment. He wished it would come out a boy instead of a girl. That way he would be free a little longer. Wishful thinking Uchiha, he scowled at himself.
"She's going to be alright Huriki. It's not so bad, she isn't doing half the screaming I did when I have delivering Itachi." He winched slightly at his mother's words. A nurse came out of the room her clothes bloodied but she didn't move to either of them, instead she went down the brightly lit hall and then turned right.
Itachi watched the expression that played on his mother's beautiful face. He knew that when it was her turn to deliver the baby his normally stone cold father would be nothing as this man was and he would have to be the emotional pillar to his mother. Though he was slightly jealous of having a brother or sister he was still proud. He knew that his mother would always love him that was the one thing that wouldn't change…ever.
There was one final wail that came from the room then they heard it clearly. The baby's voice was a soft shrill that rang throughout the hall and beautiful even though it was practically high pitch.
Itachi watched as Huriki scrambled to his feet and was at the door in less than a second. The door opened and a smiling middle aged woman with sable hair turning grey at the roots, dressed in blue scrubs came out. "You have a beautiful daughter." She said beaming at the silver haired man.
Itachi felt the shackles closing in around him. He would never be free to do what he pleased, first he was tied to his clan and now he was tied to the wailing sound of an infant all against his will. Huriki scrambled into the hospital room while his mother came and stood next to him. "Are you okay Itachi?" She asked quietly and Itachi looked up and gave her a small smile.
"I'm fine mother," her five year old son said and she saw the slight sadness in eyes. Mikoto hugged him tightly against her swollen chest and he let her. "It's going to be alright," she told him silently. Then she pulled away from him. He stood up his head barely reaching her hips. His hair tied back in a long ponytail and bangs hanging on the sides of his face. He was handsome, very handsome.
"You know this is for the best right Itachi? It is the village custom but I'm still sorry I couldn't protect you better my son." Mikoto said sadly touching his cheeks. He was so little yet he'd seen so much and as if that weren't enough he had a lot hanging over his head waiting to drop on his little shoulders. No mother ever wanted to see her child with so much trouble at such a young age. It made her feel sad and useless to him, like she had failed him.
He caught her hand at his cheek and pressed his face into it. "You did your best mother. I love you." He told her reaching up and wiping away the wetness from her cheeks.
"Now let's go and see my wife." He said taking a deep breath as he let go of his mother's hand. It had begun to rain silently outside. The clear night sky that had been scattered with stars was now a pale orange.
Itachi walked through the hospital's private delivery room and paused in the doorway. He stared at the man holding on to the red head woman and looking down at their child… his wife.
The curtains had been drawn back from the windows showing off the view of the village being washed by the light drizzle of the early morning rain.
The room was brilliantly lit, the hospital bed was situated right beside the window but far enough so that the window could be left open and no draft from the rain could drift in.
He walked further into the room then stopped. Mikoto went over to the couple and stretched her hands out; the red head woman looked up and beamed at her the handed over the protectively wrapped yellow bundle.
Mikoto gasp.
"She has pink hair!" Itachi heard his mother's startled grasp and felt his curiosity spike.
"Just like her great-grandmother." Suna Haruno, the baby's mother said. She was a beautiful woman and she looked exhausted from her delivery but although her red hair was clinging to her forehead rendering her an exhausted look her aquamarine eyes glowed with overflowing joy.
"What are you going to name her?" Mikoto asked still looking down at the sleeping babe.
"We don't know as yet." Huriki said but did not look up from his wife's beautiful face. He had known from the start that they couldn't have a child but when Suna had insisted that they have a child of his own he couldn't refuse her.
Not after he loved her so much. And to think that he had almost lost her in the birth of their child made him shudder from fear.
"Itachi? Why don't you come and hold her?" Suna said turning to look at the little boy. To think that she had just mere minutes ago delivered her precious baby and already she belonged to someone else had not sat too well with Suna and even though Huriki had assured her that having their daughter marry into the Uchiha clan was one of the high honor anyone of their status was ever going to get Suna had not immediately warmed up to the idea. Seeing little Itachi's pinched, trapped expression assured her that just as she felt like her daughter was being forced into something she had no say in so was this little boy and neither did his family had any say. It was the way of the Hidden Leaf.
While the room had been cleaned of all blood and left gleaming white except for the blue bedclothes and Suna's yellow robe, Itachi could still smell the faint linger of blood in the room. A scent that he had come to loath.
He looked at the woman in her yellow robe and the man in his Jounin outfit both smiling at him warmly then he took the last couple of steps that brought him to his mother and the baby.
"Here hold her like this." His mother said fixing his arms like a cradle then placing the tiny yellow wrapped bundle into his arms. Itachi stared down at the sleeping bundle taking in the way her lashes though thin and pink swept her chubby jaw. She was a beautiful baby and he was not just thinking that because she was a baby and it was a polite thing to say. Her pink lashes though tiny and thin swept her rosy cheeks in a beautiful arch. Itachi adjusted the baby in his arms bringing her closer up to his face so that he could have a better look but just then the baby stirred, opened her eyes and his breath caught.
Startled by his reaction Mikoto followed his gaze down to the pink haired, rose faced baby and she smiled faintly.
"Sa-ku-ra…" Itachi whispered down at the green eyed baby totally oblivious to the approving stares that he was receiving from the three adults in the room.
"That's a beautiful name…" he faintly heard someone say. All the blood in his body had rushed to his head and he could barely breathe form the speed of it. She was so beautiful and angelic.
She stared up at him while he stared or more like glared down at her. "Okay, Itachi you can give her back now." Mikoto said after seeing the expression on his face, he looked like he hated the child.
But as soon as those words left her lips Itachi's head snapped up he glared then growled at her, his Sharingan activated. Stunned Mikoto turned to look at the two people on the bed. They both stared back at her with confused expressions.
"Sakura," he said rolling the 'r' to make her name sound like a caress "is mine." Itachi said holding the baby tighter against his chest. With his eyes blazing the color of blood and those words said he formed and hand sign then touched his glowing fingers lightly to her shoulder, leaving the marks of three tear drops…