Chapter 1

Kiasme was confused. Given that most of the time he wasn't quite sure what was transpiring on around him, but this was too much.

"Hey Itachi, that little brat is following us"

He glanced back once more to make sure he was seeing things properly. Because if he was then that meant that crazy little girl from yesterday was following them around town.

Well more like following after Itachi as she hadn't spared him a single glance since this morning, too intent on following the prodigy like a lost puppy.

Itachi continued to ignore his partner, a little offended that Kiasme assumed anyone could follow him without his knowing. The events of last night flashed through his mind, and he had to mentally suppress an awful feeling boiling in his stomach.

For once, the young genius felt shame, embarrassment over actions he had partaken in the previous night with the young girl.

He was too old to allow hormones to cloud his judgment. At 21, he had surpassed the stage of a pubescent boy whose lust overcame rational logic. Of course he hadn't initiated anything, but those seconds where he had allowed the girl to continue her actions were enough to burn the feeling of her lips in his mind. His actions confused him, even now, he wasn't sure as to why he had allowed the obviously unstable girl to follow him.

Flashback

"Leave, before I decide to end your pathetic excuse of a life."

He dismissed the girl, not wanting to gaze upon for even a second longer, the face of the child who dared humiliate him in the manner in which she did. The girl didn't even flinch at his half thrown insult, instead choosing to gaze up at him as though he was a God, worthy only of worship.

"Don't send me off. Please. I can help you, with anything you may want. The sole heir of the Higurashi has to mean something to an Uchiha. I'm worth something to you aren't I?"

The little girl's voice cracked with desperation, her pleas further sickening him. She made as though to grab him, but at the last moment decided against it. Her thin arms trembled with fear, afraid the one she now graced with her reason for living, would abandon her.

"Please."

Kagome was almost hysteric. Terrified he would throw her out. She would sell her soul thrice over if it meant she would have this man by her side. Would slaughter all if it was he who was to bathe in their blood with her. Her hysteria renewed the once dormant flames once more, the pain so intense the small girl almost cried out.

'Stupid little girl. If you allow this man to leave, I shall kill you myself'

Her heart constricted tightly in her chest, the voice was already angry.

"I can help you, with whatever it is you are trying to accomplish. You wouldn't join the Akatsuki for nothing right? Whatever it is. I'll lend you the powers of the Higurashi clan to aid you."

The girl looked deranged, and obsessed and finally glancing down at her, he felt almost bad. He had feared at one point that his actions would have led Sasuke to this stage of mental instability but thankfully Sasuke dealt with trauma in the way he had hoped. Had acquired a taste for power, a yearning to avenge and revive the clan he himself had so brutally slaughtered. Sasuke accepted his role perfectly and Itachi had one last gift to bestow upon him.

"Whatever it may be?"

His words were barely a whisper, now staring straight at the girl. Kagome's eyes lit up, a small smile on her face.

"Anything, and let my soul be the oblation upon which you reap the yield."

END OF FLASHBACK

Kagome was finally happy. A cute smile adorned the equally cute young girl as she followed Itachi. She had on a simple, but pretty pale pink kimono, her hair tumbling down her back in ivory locks. Itachi was far taller than her, and glancing up at him felt like gazing up at heaven itself. He was her God, the one who delivered her from the flames of Hell themselves.

The only thing wrong with everything, was the ugly fish guy who kept glancing at her. Kagome found him beyond repulsive and refused to even learn his name.

Once again, Kasme could only stare. What the hell was going on?!

"Um Itachi, is she going back to the hideout with us?"

Receiving no answer, Kiasme just gave up trying to understand. Hey, it was Itachi who would be in trouble for bringing some kid back to the Akatsuki secret hideout, why should he care?

Itachi wasn't even quite sure what he was doing. Never before had he made a decision without fully contemplating the extent of his choices. The prodigy glanced back quickly at the small girl, not too surprised to find her staring up at him.

He was beginning to suspect the girl may be just a tad bit obsessed, not to mention it was already proven she wasn't in her right state of mind

But looking at her now, with her kimono on and that ridiculously large grin on her face, one might mistake her for just a regular girl.

No one would assume that she was the last of an ancient and powerful clan, that she was the only survivor of an experiment to genetically modify children, nor would any assume that she was mentally unstable.

Kagome Higurashi resembled an innocent porcelain doll.

"Has he really saved you little one?"

Hai, he has

"He is not God"

Yes he is

"God is not a regular man"

He is our God

The voice in her head seemed pleased with the answer, a long drawled out purr resonating throughout her head.

Everytime she closed her eyes to rest, the voice would resume the questions. The fish man had long since begun snoring, and Itachi was nowhere to be found. Kagome's eyes burned, demanding rest, but the voice never ceased her questions.

"We will worship him?"

Forever

"Yes we shall, he is to be ours."

Yes

Getting up, Kagome made her way to the nearby stream. It seemed as though she was doomed to never sleep. The voice in her head had never been so talkative, and almost sounded giddy to her.

"He is not yet aware of our usefulness."

What do you mean?

"You must show him your abilities soon. Prove to him we deserve to stand by him"

Hai, now shut up.

She splashed some water on her face, and let out a sigh of relief when she no longer heard the voice. She preferred it when the voice was quiet.

The small clearing was peaceful, almost calming. It was as though even the very Earth had recognized her salvation at finding him. The only one capable of silencing the flames that blazed in her very core.

A small frog croaked somewhere nearby, and she outwardly sighed at the blissfulness.

"What are you doing so far from the site"

"He has come for us"

Yes, he will not abandon us

At 14 Kagome knew all the feelings she experienced at times were not her own; the intense bloodlust that would at times consume her, a desire to purge the earth of the living. Emotions that were honed from a lifetime of experience, desires that had been stirred from many years of feeling. Her short life span did not grant her enough time to create such fierce emotions. They did not belong to her. She had guessed many years ago that they were the sole property of the voice alone.

She killed but she did not hate.

Laid waste to men, but did not despite humanity.

And so the heat that pooled in her stomach, she summed to belonging to the voice. The desire that erupted through her spine was not hers, but she would satisfy it as she did all the other urges.

"I couldn't sleep. Where have you been all day?"

Sensing no lie from her statement for once he dismissed the small girl and her question.

"Return to the site once you've finished. I will not return until sunrise to retrieve you."

Kagome sighed at his cold demeanor. She had always been an overly emotional child, had always enjoyed displays of affection and care. So many years already she had spent alone, unwanted and untouched. She had thought life under Itachi would be different.

"In due time little one, our young Lord will take you soon"

The next day the trio set out again. For where exactly, Kagome wasn't sure. Itachi had yet to spare her even a single glance, and after spending almost an extra fifteen minutes making sure her hair looked extra nice, it really bothered.

"Ano, Itachi-san?"

Kiasme looked at the small girl, surprised she was speaking. Why was she still here?!

The prodigy glanced back at her, disinterest written all over his face.

"Do you like my hair?"

She nervously twiddled her fingers, a small blush on her face. His stomach twisted painfully, more than aware that she looked even younger than she already was. Maybe that was why he refused to pay her any mind, refused to touch or kiss her as they had their first night together. She was so small, her petite stature making her resemble a 12 year old instead of the 14 year old she actually he have preferred her older? More mature? Would it be years before she held any true value to him?

"Hn"

This would be the last thing he gave Sasuke before he died. His last gift to the little brother he cherished with all his heart. He knew his imouto was power hungry, a trait he had instilled in him, and this small girl would be more than enough to quench his hunger.

The prodigy made up his mind. It wouldn't be the first time he had to choose between morals and his little brother. The choice would always be Sasuke.

A beautiful smile adorned Kagome's face, her heart racing at what she believed to be a yes.

Her resolve hardened, she would die before she left him, and so help any that would wish to harm him.