Rewrite Date: 3/21/12
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Chapter 3
It all started with an innocent request.
"Can, Sakura see where Itachi learned?" Obsidain eyes met imploring green. Curiosity danced in those green orbs. How could he not fold to her request?
He sighed.
"Very well."
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The very same green eyes now incensed in her unearthly anger, were quickly bleeding a bright glowing color, that Itachi knew would spell trouble.
"Inuzuka, stand down." He told the young kunoichi opposite of him. Really why did it turn out this way?
The young Inuzuka growled the small pup at her side doing the same as they faced off the pink enigma. Knowing that physical contact was important Itachi placed a hand on his young volatile friend. Adopting a look Itachi knew all to well, after all he had used that look so many times when facing his peers, Sakura arrogantly looked at the taller female with a haughty superiority that clearly didn't sit well with the young Inuzuka.
"Sakura." She didn't reply, still affronted and bristling at the way the young kunoichi had blatantly mistreated her.
Sakura knew it was too much to expect royal treatment as which befits her station as a young Seirei Ki, of a noble heritage, however there were some social rules that should be applied.
The young Inuzuka hadn't followed them, treating her like she was nothing, replying to none of her friendly queries and hanging over the human she considered hers. True, while the Seirei Ki were not a volatile race by nature, they were fiercely protective of whom they considered theirs.
With growing irritation at the confrontation Itachi watched, unsure how to handle Sakura in this situation. Usually she was all smiles and innocent, naïve happiness, this was a new element that he was unused to.
The young Inuzuka threw a kunai, only for the sharp object to be flung away from what Itachi had come to understand as Sakura's unconscious abilities to protect herself as a young mystical being. She had no control over them whatsoever, this was apparent when Itachi tried to teach Sakura some of the basics of how shinobi fought.
Something close to sigh slipped out and he retreated knowing that he might as well observe this new facet of information on his friend.
There was a small stand still before the Inu-nin began to attack repeatedly with her small puppy. As expected the vale of the winds batted them away like rag dolls, and in the middle Itachi could make out the superior smile that Sakura wore. He almost snorted at the childishness that she exhibited even in this battle.
Whispering the young elemental being brought forth the small balls of chakra he had come to associate her with, the normally harmless balls of light looked slightly menacing as they crackled with her anger.
With her ire the plants around them seemed to resound with her call. Itachi supposed that it really was time for him intervene. Inuzuka was rooted on the spot her eyes growing bigger and bigger with every power the youngster beside him pulled out.
Trying once again to pacify his friend he put himself in front of his irate friend knowing full well that the power she held now could eradicate him on the spot.
"Sakura. Stop." He told her pointedly. For a moment she was confused, before determination colored her face again.
"Why?" she asked, a deadly calm before a seemingly belligerent storm.
He really didn't want to do this, but it was either this or the death of the young Inuzuka something he knew he couldn't easily write off…even if she was an annoying teammate for now…
He projected the mental image of him escorting her through town and letting her stop whenever she wanted.
Ire forgotten, her powers sputtered out of existence with her ever swinging mood. The plants seemed to recede, and everything seemed right with the world. Suddenly she was by his side her small hand holding onto the black shirt her wore.
Even at a time like this he couldn't help but smile at how cute she was. Green eyes no longer angry looked up at him expectantly. The very gaze that had gotten them into this whole fiasco, he nodded to her.
Sparing a look at the shell shocked Inuzuka, who was no doubt still shaking in her genin sandals, he nodded to her as well. "Inuzuka."
She said nothing, seemingly just sitting there…petting her equally shaken puppy. Not an easy state to get her into, Itachi thought to himself with no small amount of amusement. The Inuzuka was at times more trouble than she was worth.
Although they seemed to have gathered a crowd, with that famous Uchiha obtuseness and arrogance, he turned sharply, while taking up Sakura's hand before walking away as if nothing had happened.
He would have to do something about his friend soon. He knew very well that time with her alone was running out. His brother was growing, her appearences in her more corporeal form were too noticeable coupled along with his presence.
He would make a formal request to his mother. She would know what to do.
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Itachi stood before his mother unabashedly, his hand clearly coiled around his dear friends hand, with all of his seven year old bearing he tried his best to look commanding, but against his mother, it only served to amuse her.
Steady obsidian eyes swung their full force on the curious pink themed friend that Itachi had seemed to acquire. Then again, her boy had always been…special.
Steadily the matriarch cradled her youngest, giving the newly introduced friend another once over. She couldn't remember any shinobi clans, or any citizens that looked like this girl in front of her…Then again, the Uchiha weren't really people who would notice civilian family's.
But the girl was dressed well, fine material impeccable embroidery and stiching that could have only been done by a master hand. She had to have come from a prominent family…or else there was no toher explanation why the girl would be wearing what she was now.
"Hello, Sakura." She said at last. Noticing how very slightly her son tensed. He was a prodigy for his age, but Mikoto knew her son.
The girl stared at her with peerless jade green eyes. The green gaze then fell on the small bundle Mikoto held in her arms.
"Hello." She said a little shyly, shifting her body slightly behind Itachi's while still keeping her gaze on the child in her arms.
Mikoto contained an amused smile. Babies often mesmerized everyone.
Sasuke let out a small whimper before settling. Then, he began to cry, being the fussy little tyke he was.
She knew he wasn't hungry, she had just fed him, and she knew he didn't need to be changed, for he didn't smell. Mikoto internally sighed. It would just be one of those days.
Then to her surprise and to Sasukes delight. Small orbs of colors began to whirr before the young tykes face. Protectively she shielded him partially, glancing at an at ease Itachi and his new strange friend who seemed to be directing the small balls of chakra.
Her eyes narrowed. Never had she heard of a bloodline limit that allowed a shinobi to externally control chakra.
Deciding that the balls of light were harmless she let her youngest be amused as she moved her gaze to her oldest.
"What did you say was her family origins?" she asked her son politely knowing it was the best way to extract information from him.
He gave her a considering look she knew that she would come to dislike in the future. "I didn't."
"Don't you care to tell your mother? I would like to greet her parents you know."
Itachi shifted uncomfortably, something he wasn't prone to doing.
"Sakura is…special."
Her eyebrows winged together in consternation, "I don't see how that is relavent to her parentage."
Sighing Itachi turned to Sakura who had been directing the chakra orbs.
"Sakura." The light faded and her green gaze turned to Itachi her head slightly inclined. As if they shared a moment of silent communication, the young pinkette turned to the matriarch of the prominent shinboi clan.
Itachi tells me you wish to meet my parents.
Mikoto almost jumped, but like ever Uchiha she kept her calm, even in the face of something new.
She nodded once. There was a small pause and if Mikoto had been any less of a person she would have squirmed.
They will be here momentarily, I called them.
The young child walked calmly to the door, and slid the tatami door open, and patiently waited.
For a moment there was nothing, and then all of a sudden there was a swirl of something, Sakura petals unseasonly drifted in causing Mikoto to close her eyes. When they reopened she gasped.
A stunning woman dressed in finery much like the mini version that had opened the door stepped through. Her long floor length and longer pink hair seemed to flow with her every movement. The young pale face held sentient and ancient looking forest green eyes that surveyed the abode with a calm that resembled an undisturbed lake.
Beside her was an equally stunning man. His pale blue hair glinting in the sunlight unruly and tousled. He was dressed in finery Mikoto knew to come from far away lands. His pale grey eyes also surveyed the abode before falling onto his daughter, and he smiled, taking Mikoto's breath away.
She held her youngest son a little closer unsure of what to make of the situation. Itachi walked up to the young pinkette and looked at the couple with steady eyes, a small smile alighting as they shared their silent conversation.
Then the power of very old eyes turned to her and Mikoto felt as if she were put on the spot.
Forest green eyes surveyed her. And there came a smile shortely after.
My daughter tells me you wished to see us. The regal woman inclined her head respectfully before her timely introduction.
I am Ying Kuai Hua Feng, but call me Ying, after all our children are friends. The beautiful woman gestured to her handsome husband who had reduced himself to playing with the two children. Sakura was on her shoulders, while Itachi who normally never indulged in childishness climbed the tall man as well.
This is my husband Zephyr. Green eyes lingered on the domesticated scene for a little while before swinging back to Mikoto who was taking everything in stride.
You are?
Ever the gracious hostess, she stood, Sasuke in her arms smiling at the new guest. If only she could feel so trusting.
"Uchiha Mikoto. Itachi's mother, this is my youngest Sasuke. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Green eyes swung to the small bundle in her arms. The woman smiled yet again. Slowly with a liquid movement she had closed the distance. If it had been another person Mikoto would have been on the defensive, but with these people Mikoto just felt as if she couldn't with this particular if said woman was a good five inches taller.
Green eyes locked onto her youngest son. Mikoto could only glow with pride.
A long white finger let Sasuke's chubby hands grasp onto it.
Potential is strong in this one.
Mikoto was confused but she didn't question it. She already knew that her two sons would always be special.
"Thank you." She said softly, although she knew to be wary, Mikoto had a feeling that she would be counting on these people in the future.
She looked at the silently smiling Itachi, unreserved in his amusement, something she had thought the clan had beaten out of him along with his own reservations. If they could make her son this happy she would continue the relationship, for his happiness, and for hers.
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"Haruno…Sakura?" the young pinkette asked clearly confused.
The edge of Mikoto's mouth kicked up clearly amused. "Yes, the name you are to go by is Haruno, Sakura."
The young Seirei, merely tilted her head in question.
Mikoto sighed, she supposed that there were clear differences in this child and Itachi's approach in inquiry, this one was all questions, Itachi merely made his own conclusions.
"Yes, Haruno Sakura is your identity, what people of this place will know you by. Your history will be that you are the young daughter of two nobles who wished to keep you out of harm's way. You're parents chose the Uchiha clan for your protection." It was a bit of a stretch but by looking at the well mannered child who was albeit slightly unruly, but that could be written off as the vestiges of childhood.
Otherwise, Sakura was a beautiful child with aristocratic features. She was dressed in bright and well made clothes. She could never pass for the child of a shinobi, no one with a brain would believe that story. As for putting it across with the elders, Mikoto knew what to say in those situations.
She would merely say a shinobi passed her off from one of her noble friends in the days when Mikoto had also been a high ranking kunoichi. The Uchiha clan would scrutinize the child for the few days, but the fact that she was of noble birth would give her the respect and privacy they would need.
And as for Fugaku…well he was on a mission, and in her house her word was law. Fugaku knew that very well.
The pink haired child stayed silent as she processed the information he small face scrunched up at the foreign topic.
"Humans are strange." She said at last. Thrown by the statement, Mikoto frowned, but before she could say anything. Itachi appeared, his hand held out to the young pinkette, who held a kind smile on her face, happy and content.
The small hand took his. Itachi looked to his mother.
"We will be going out to…train." Mikoto tried to keep her face straight. He should just give up and say 'play'. Then again he was a prideful child, full of vigor for what he wished to do.
In her arms, Sasuke stirred, probably hungry Mikoto looked down at her youngest with a smile happy her eldest was finally letting at least one person through.
Letting young Sasuke play with her fingers she wished her eldest well, who grasped firmly onto Sakura's hand.
She watched as the two excitedly ran through the tatami door ready for any of the adventures that they seemed to share.
Mikoto had been worried her genius son would grow up all alone. Now? Now…he ha someone to lean on, and for now, that was all that she could ask.
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Please review! I hope you like the rewrite so far! I can't believe, that I wrote this in highschool…and still failed…hard at it -.-