This story is inspired by Numbers by Rachel Ward.
I don't own Naruto.
I've made a few changes in some of the main characters and their past to fit my storyline, don't like, don't read.
Enjoy.

Emerarudo's p.o.v.
I was standing in front of the mirror, looking myself in the eyes. But I couldn't see what I could see in other eyes.
Death.
Maybe it's a blessing, maybe it's a curse. I only knew that I had to live with it. However, this was my last day of being here, in the palace and in the village. Something bad was going to happen and I already knew many years ago that I had to leave this day.
Seeing the exact same death in nearly everyone's has been killing me, but I faced it, every day, never got too attached to anyone and waited until' today.
Maybe I did something wrong, maybe I should warn people... but numbers never lie, I know that.
I shook the thought out of my head, I would just cause a bigger chaos and perhaps more people would die.
The only person I could ask for guidance was the only person that knew about it, but my mother wasn't here for me when I needed her the most.

I turned around when my reflection suddenly wasn't the only one in the mirror.
I hadn't realized that my older brother stepped into the room. We looked almost exactly like each other. Same long blonde hair, mine in a tight ponytail and his with long bangs and a half ponytail leaving most of his hair hanging free, the same facial features and even our personalities was very alike.
Only our eyes were different, his azure blue and my emerald green that I've been named after.
Even though everyone had to respect us and at times obey us, most people openly disliked us. Not only because we both, had a short temper, were witty and conceited but cause we were the son and daughter of the highly respected Tsuchikage.

I smiled a little, he was the person I loved most in the world, the only one who truly cared about me and protected me.
I looked him in the eyes, he had too few years left but he was a survivor, that's why I hadn't warned him about tomorrow. I didn't know how he'd make it but I was happy he would.
"What's wrong, Ema-chan?" he asked, and sat down on one of the couches in the enormous room. He must've noticed that the smile didn't reach didn't reach my eyes. I just shrugged as I sat down on the sofa obliquely on the left to him.
He was sitting casually, just exactly how we weren't allowed to sit and played with a tress of his hair as he waited for me to say something.
The main reason people don't like us is not cause we have all these high conditions, I thought as I lit a cigarette. They hate us because we rebel against everything that is this village and our father.
"I love you, Emerarudo", he suddenly said and stood up.
I looked surprised at him but he just kissed my forehead and left with the scent of his expensive perfume still in the air. I sighed, I would've enjoyed one last, hopefully not, conversation with my older brother.
It wasn't until late midnight when I was about to leave I remembered that I never said I love you back.

Deidara's P.O.V.
I opened the door to Emerarudo's room at dawn only to find it empty, I frowned. Where would she go at this time of the day?
"Deidara-san?" someone said behind me.
I turned around and faced one of the maids. "Where is my sister?" I asked in a slight disrespectful voice.
She bowed her head down slightly as she said, not louder than a whisper: "I-I don't know, sir. I heard sounds from this hallway late at night and thought I'd come and check on Emerarudo-san but when I knocked she didn't answer, so I decided to open the door..." she took a deep breath and continued slowly.
"She wasn't there, Deidara-san..."
"What do you mean wasn't there?" I thundered and opened the wardrobe door.
Just as I thought, it wasn't fully empty - she would never be able to carry all her stuff with her - but anyone who knew her could tell that most of the stuff she really needed wasn't there.
I went further in her room and opened the drawer I knew she hid her cigarettes - empty. I smirked. She knew it all along.
I was still smirking when I walked out of the room, completely forgotten about the astonished maid.

I looked around the deserted village, beheld my art. Proudly.
I knew Emerarudo was as far away from this village as she could be, ha.
She should've been here, admiring my art.
My smirk changed into uncontrollable laughter. I'm flawless.

Emerarudo's P.O.V.
I gasped when I saw it for the first time.
A paper, glued on the wall. My face and Deidara's face.
It weren't the photo that caught my attention, though, but the word underneath it.
In capital letters.
"WANTED"
I heard voices nearby and did what every wanted person would do, I hid.
A few seconds later they stopped on the same spot I had been standing on, both looking at the picture. I couldn't see them, but I could tell from their silence.
"Hm", one of them broke the silence after a while.
"Aren't those the son and daughter of the Tsuchikage?" the same man continued surprised.
"Yeah, apparently they bombed the entire village and are now S-ranked missing-nins", the other man chuckled as they continued walking, which was good cause the same moment they rounded the corner I bent over and vomited.
It was too much information for me to handle at the same time.
Of course it was him, the only reason he'd survive such a thing is because he was behind it. I took a deep breath.
Where the hell could he be now?
I didn't waste any time but picked up my stuff and slowly walked out in the woods. After what felt like ages of walking around in circles I stopped underneath a tree whose branches hung all the way down to the ground.
I decided to settle down there, at least for the night. I wasn't used to long hard journeys and inconvenient places but I was but I was exhausted enough to fall asleep as fast as I sat down, leaned against the trunk.
I had no idea where I was next time I woke up.
I looked down at myself, my nails and hands were disgusting and I smelled. I frowned and decided to move a little. My back was aching and I suddenly remembered everything that had happened the last few days.
Deidara's betrayal, the false accusations…
Something fluttered by, I stopped breathing but it was just as silent as it was a few moments ago.
"I'm probably hallucinating", I muttered and stretched my legs.

Itachi's P.O.V.
I had already seen the girl, but decided to ignore her, until she was stupid enough to crack a branch and catch the others attention.
"What was that?" one of them yelled.
"I'll go check", I hurried to say. I walked in between the branches and stood in front of her. She was staring at my legs without moving, nor did I.
After a while, she pulled her head back, looking up at me. I took off the ANBU mask, revealing my face.
She stared at me with her emerald green eyes and her hands started to shake.
I crouched in front of her and looked her straight in the eyes. I didn't activate my Sharingan, I could already see the fear in her eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked calmly. She looked down and muttered, almost inaudible. "Emerarudo".
I looked closely at her, her clothes, body language, scent and way of talking. It all indicated that she wasn't just… anyone.
"I need your help", she exclaimed suddenly.
Huh?
"Like, I'm not what you think I am. I just need a safe place to stay in… Please", she whispered. I looked astonished at her, who was this girl?
"Wait here", I muttered and began to walk away. "I'll come back", I said and disappeared.

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