Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I only own my beloved OC's, which will be introduced in the next few chapters.

Introduction

Itachi: Age 17

"Hello! Anybody home? Itachi? You here?" Her voice was like melted pearls…

"Yukika? I'm in here!"

"Oh, there you are!"

"What's going on, is something wrong?"

"No, Baka! Nothing's wrong! Can't a girl visit the guy she loves every once in a while?"

Itachi Uchiha woke, finding himself in the somewhat familiar room he'd recently moved into. The walls were a plain white, the floor was a simple blue, and the bed was covered in a soft blue with white sheets underneath it. Since the Akatsuki moved around a lot, Itachi never had much time to get comfortable in one place.

He sighed in a mixture of emotions so great, he seemed to have none at all. "Just a dream."

He rolled over to get a good look at the clock. "Five AM," He declared to the darkness in a hoarse whisper.

Rolling again to lie on his back, Itachi stared at the ceiling. Somehow, it's not that hard to believe, even after all this time, I still can't let her go, he thought sadly, Yukika… It's been four years now since we last spoke, and not a single night has gone by without you crossing my mind, at least once.

He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. As long as he was up that early, he figured he might as well grab a bite to eat. In all honesty, he'd eaten enough for dinner. But when you're in an organization with a number of other men—hungry men—it's better to eat as soon as possible. That is, unless you want to starve. The wasn't even particularly good or anything, it was just better than nothing, and if you didn't get there fast, it would be gone. Simple as that.

Itachi (now wearing simple black pajama bottoms and a fishnet T-shirt) walked silently through his bedroom door.

Strolling down the empty white hallways, he couldn't help but think of Yukika. He missed her. She was everything to him; his first friend, best friend, first girlfriend (as juvenile as that sounds), first kiss, first love and so much more. He still loved her. If he saw her now, it would be as if those four long years had never happened. But he knew that, no matter what, he would never look into the soft auburn eyes of his childhood love again. It just wasn't meant to be.

Finally Itachi neared the kitchen. Apparently though he had not been the first to arrive, for inside he could clearly hear the shouting of two men. It wasn't exactly angry shouting; it sounded more like friendly arguing. Well, maybe friendly wasn't the right word, exactly.

He wondered how he hadn't noticed it before. Though it was most likely due to the fact that he'd been so wrapped up in his own thoughts, his hearing sort of, shut off, temporarily.

He stopped just outside the kitchen door, listening.

The two men continued to bicker: "This argument is pointless," one said flatly, "We have it so much. It's getting a bit old, wouldn't you agree?"

Itachi knew that voice, of course, but he just couldn't seem to place it.

"No I would not agree! There's no way I'm letting you win! Yeah. You know nothing about art!"

Now that voice Itachi knew, it was Deidara. And the other voice was Sasori, of course. Part of Itachi told him he should just turn around, but thinking ahead, as he usually did, he decided it would be better if he didn't starve.

Slowly and hesitantly he walked through the kitchen door, and watched as both men turned to see who the latest person to enter the kitchen was.

"Hey, Itachi, You're up early! Yeah!" Deidara exclaimed.

Itachi replied rudely with a mere 'hn', turned and sat at the nearest table.

Sasori had simply nodded to Itachi. Quite frankly the Uchiha had preferred Sasori's greeting, Deidara was annoying at times.

Most people would feel insulted by Itachi's obvious lack of enthusiasm, especially being in the good mood Deidara was in that morning, but he was used to it. It's not like Itachi was the only person in the Akatsuki that was quiet, vulgar, and easily irritated. In fact, most of them acted that way.

After eating a simple breakfast, Itachi left the kitchen and headed for his room.

Once inside he closed and locked the door. Gradually, he walked over to his dresser, bent down, and reached into the pile of clothes. After a moment of searching, he pulled out a small, black, very bizarre shaped hat. Gently he brought it to his face.

It still smells like her: like cold roses. He thought. Her name really fits. Yukika, my snow flower…

End of Introduction

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