A/N: First things first….

This is a really belated chapter and I'm so sorry for making you all wait so long. At long last, here is the chapter! I've decided to break it into 2 parts to make it easier on myself (and you guys so you can get to reading and I can NOT panic over how much left to write...)

Come one, come all! Welcome to the next installment of Blank Space! If you aren't sure what's going on right now, Akane was just told by her father that she was going to learn their family ninjutsu. I haven't really found a name for it yet, do y'all have a good name for her family ninjustu? After all this unplanned hiatus I STILL don't have a name for this…smh

Minna is used as a term for 'everyone' or 'everybody' THE MORE YOU KNOW. HAPPY READING~


I don't own Naruto. If I did, on July 23, the whole village would be adorned with pictures of duck butts for our favorite duck butt. Well, my favorite duck butt.

Warning: Language but that should be a given right? Switch-a-roos from 1st person to 3rd person, be prepared. Also, more terrible jokes from the beloved pinkie next door.

Chapter 7: God, those Beasts though (Part One)

"H-Huh?"

He didn't look like he was going to chuckle and then say 'Just kidding!' anytime soon. My father continued to watch me until it became an intense staring contest after a while. What stopped the charade was the hairs on my neck rising and sharp prickles running up my spine. I sent him an unamused frown and puffed my cheeks out, "Why'd you do that?!" The stupid residue of the feeling left a sour taste in my mouth.

He gave me a look I could only describe as contemplative. His brows knitted together as he pulled his lips to a thin line. "It took you much longer to recognize the increase in chakra…" He rubbed the back of his head just before crossing his arms against his chest, "We're going to have to work on your chakra first."

Wait- what. Why?

"Wait…wait…So, you were being serious when you said I was going to learn to be a bomber like Deidara?" Because – I wouldn't really object to that. Art is a bang, after all.

"Eh?" His pink brows furrowed as he mulled over my words for a moment, "Akane-…Who is Deidara?" My upper lip twitched and it took everything in my being to not open up a random textbook and school this geezer.

Deidara is a ninja terrorist. He has mouths on his hands. Do you know how many people you can fuck around with, considering you have those type of hands? No not even that – let me tell you about this certified fuckboy. Deidara's his name and chewing clay and blowing up shit for art is his game.

Just thinking about him gets me giddy. I must have him – though, I don't think Itachi would be pleased with me having him around. Oh, the things to accomplish in so little time…

"Akane?"

I snapped out of my daze as my father called my name out and frowned. His brows had furrowed and it looked like he was sucking in air to keep from getting pink in the face. Now I know where I get my rage from! Ha-ha, genetics – got to love it.

But seriously, I had to defuse his anger. Defuse the bomb, defuse it! "H-he's a…a…uhm, an imaginary friend!" I managed finally, putting on my best smile as my father stared at me. After a few seconds ticked by, I took to rubbing the back of my neck since it started to itch from the secondhand awkwardness. The look on his face said that he was listening but I could tell that he was deciding whether or not to get my brain checked.

"Your…imaginary friend, huh?" He stated with a raised brow. He was probably questioning the sanity of his daughter. Shit, I wouldn't blame him. I sucked in air through my teeth before nodding vehemently. "Mhm! He's a fuckboy- I mean… he's a smart, fully educated…boy." I seethed the 'fuckboy' part as a natural reflex and had to clear that mishap up before my father really deemed me crazy.

"I…see." He started slowly before shaking his head. "Well enough about that. Back to learning chakra. You see, to understand how it works I'm going to have to introduce to you the fundamentals of…"

Chakra is basically essential to any ninja that wants to do even the most basic of techniques. My father started explaining how there were many ways to control and manipulate chakra to one's advantage – the main one being hand seals.

"See these hands?" My father rose his gloved hands and upturned them so I could see his palms. I peered a bit closer as a low humming suddenly entered the environment around us and slowly but surely his hands were coated with a light blue aura. "Usually it isn't visible to most people, unless you're a good sensor or the person has highly concentrated chakra and it's in large amounts, Akane-chan."

I shifted in my seat and scratched the sudden itch on my arms, "So…everyone in the world has chakra?" Fuck, I didn't in my past life. Maybe if I did I probably wouldn't have tasted concrete so casually. "Well, yes. I suppose you could say that. Without it…it would be as if the person is a living corpse." The jōnin shook his hands and the blue aura that hung around his hands disappeared. I started scratching my head now trying to understand the next few things that my father started spewing out.

Chakra was two forms of energy? There's an equal balance of molding chakra and exerting chakra? We only have a limit to chakra? Oh god, what is this sorcery? Why didn't that useless pinkie ramble more on about chakra in that one episode?!

"And so….Akane-chan?" I gripped the strands of my hair and gently tugged at them. I was much too absorbed in the struggle I was suddenly put in instead of dying properly to focus on my parent. My father let out a small sigh and placed a hand on my small ones, the calloused nature of it pulling me out of my whirling thoughts.

My blue eyes looked up into his dark ones (which, now in a certain lighting looked like a light charcoal) as he spoke, "It's okay to be confused. Ask me anything you like and I can answer it to the best of my ability. I want you to really know this, sweetie."

I gapped my mouth open like a dying fish and then clamped them shut. I could only nod at him with an embarrassed blush as he chuckled and patted my head before continuing.

It was going to be a long afternoon.


Good news: I'm a quick adapter.

Bad news: I'm a quick adapter.

Let me tell you why in a little bit.

In a few weeks with my father's constant lecturing and demonstrations, I was able to get the jist of what chakra was capable of and in my spare moments of quiet time I would try to focus the chakra into my hand. Thankfully this was while I was loitering around in my room and on rare occasions did my mother or father come in to say something. What can I say, those folks were busy and it worked well for me so I didn't complain.

Anyways, I was in my room just minding my own business when the wonderful idea of practicing came to mind. I sat up from laying in my bed (a great improvement from the crib mind you – more freedom) and flung the covers off. Why? Well first off it was pink and I got distracted easily with the bright swirls on them. After getting myself comfortable I opened my palms upward, shut my eyes and…and…well, I can't really explain what I did well but I'm going to try.

If I could describe it in without sounding redundant and cliché and most of all stupid, it felt as if Sasuke had graced me with a hand to the heart rather than Sakura.

It fucking hurt like a biiiitch.

I first imagined someone pulling on a rope. At the end of that rope, was the essence that was needed for everything to function. The person tugged and tugged and slowly but surely the essence moved. It was small, fluttering ever so often to prove it lived. I could feel it slowly move from the bottom of my stomach and inch its way upward.

Breathe, dumbass… breathe. I reminded myself to take a deep inhale of air before continuing to focus on that essence.

The person I imagined shifted and started pulling faster at the rope, as if it suddenly gained the strength of a thousand men. The essence itself grew larger and I only managed a frightened 'fuck!' and a jolt before it rushed through my arms and I could feel fire.

My fingers were twitching rapidly as I could only stare at the chakra that hummed and licked at my skin. It looked like volatile blue fire. Like fire, it was warm and radiated heat and holy fucking shit this was awesome.

"I…I'm doing it! Hah….hah! I'm fucking doing it!" I screeched with joy, waving my arms around like a buffoon before a wave of nausea hit me. I teetered for a few moments before shaking it off.

The chakra continued to glow and roll in my hands like a living thing and I just stared at it in awe right before I had the most genius idea hit me.

"Let's see if I can conjure enough to create a fireball…" I muttered before shutting my eyes to focus. I imagined the person tugging now at the rest of the chakra, this time without fear or tepid tugs. It went well until the essence past my stomach area.

Too much rushed up to my ribcage and a gasp of air left my form before I tumbled off my bed and into the ground with a hard smack. The essence didn't stop as it bifurcated near my heart towards the source of focus and I threw my hands away from me and coughed hard into the rug. It still didn't soften the blow of my face connecting to the hard floor when I tumbled off my bed..

I had since let go of my images of pulling the chakra towards my arms but the chakra flared and swarmed for a while longer – and then it dispersed. All it left was me gasping for sweet air and simultaneously coughing up a lung or two.

I rubbed my face more into the rug as each cough reverberated into my skull as a sharp pang. Stupid, fucking moron. I weakly chanted until my brain finally took mercy on my body and shut down.


She thought nothing of it when she felt her child's chakra when she was entering the vicinity of her home. After all, she was once a kunoichi. However something was awry and it wasn't the distinct sound of something smacking into the ground that had her dropping her groceries and scaling the wall.

It was the peak of chakra that exploded her senses – one that shouldn't be felt from any shinobi, a child no less. "Akane?!" Her voice took a higher note as she reached her daughter's window. Her Egyptian blue eyes were wide with alarm and she tried to open the window to reach her child.

She glanced around the room and noted her daughter's limp form on the floor.

"…A-…Akane?"

No response.

She went silent as her eyes suddenly focused on the small puddle of red substance near her only child-

Yume heard glass break at the same time her sanity did and she soon found herself near her precious child. She didn't question the dull ache she felt surrounding her head as she placed a trembling hand on her daughter's back.

There's a faint heartbeat...but her chakra...

The brunette simply picked her child up and went out the same window she smashed through towards the hospital.

It didn't take her long to arrive to the vicinity and for some reason she slowed down when she arrived at the receptionist station. Her ears didn't hear the strangled gasp of some of the iryō-nin around there and the nurses that helped – Yume only focused on the fact that the chakra in her child was dwindling.

She held her arms outstretched with her child, her eyes staring through one of the ninja.

"Please."

They didn't take too long to react and the brunette ignored the other nurses tugging at her arm, trying to lead her to a room to get checked on – not until she watched baby pink hair disappear through the doors with a team of doctors.

It was only then, she felt pain radiating off her face.

Needless to say, when the redhead heard about a fiasco a few hours later in the village of a crazy brunette bleeding from her face while carrying a pink-haired limp toddler she dropped everything and went straight to the hospital. She had managed to pass by her cute boyfriend and told him the news hastily before continuing her route to where the crazy brunette was.

When she found her room, Kushina took no time to slam the door open – expecting the brunette to be up and yet-

The jinchuriki 'eep'ed into silence as her friend laid there in bed sleeping peacefully and the iryō-nin checking her pulse glared over to her.

"I just finally got her to sleep a few minutes ago after she insisted on the condition of her child."

Kushina guiltily rubbed the back of her head and walked over to the nearest chair. "Sorry-ttebane…" She spoke loudly before the nin glared harder at her and she looked down and muttered a quiet 'Sorry'.

"…Kushina with you around, I can never rest peacefully…can I…"

Kushina's eyebrows went up and the iryō-nin let out a soft groan of anger as the two looked over at the brunette. Her eyes were half-lidded for a few seconds then they opened up completely once they made contact with worried lavender ones.

Yume sat up slowly in the bed and instinctively ran a hand against the bandages around her head as Kushina worriedly asked her what happened. She wondered vaguely if she should even tell the red hot habanero what happened but the nin beat her to it.

"She smashed her head throw a window to get to her daughter who was nearly out of chakra." Yume grimaced and noted the disapproving tone the iryō-nin sported, "I had no choice." She countered and Kushina took no time in ripping her a new one.

"Na-ni?" She asked boldly, as if her ears were playing games on her and she needed to hear what on earth was just said.

She didn't give the brunette to open her mouth to explain herself as she hollered,

"Are you fucking crazy, Yume?! Why the hell didn't you go through the front door?"

The brunette simply stared at her friend for a while as a sheepish grin appeared, "I didn't think to do that…that probably would've saved me a room to the hospital too…" She flinched when the Uzumaki let out a sound that sounded like she was trying to keep the beast at bay.

"I swear to God, if it wasn't for the fact that you're currently recovering I would've clocked you right through the wall."

Yume felt sweat drip down her neck in slight fear and relief before she waved her hand in a placating gesture. "Mah, mah… Kushina…let's not add insult to injury shall we? I'm fine!" Her eyes shut before the opened slowly, "plus, a mother can't think when their kid is in danger…whatever the consequences there are…"

"Don't be so reckless –ttebane! You could've done something catastrophic and how the hell would your husband feel? How would Akane feel?!" How would I feel?! She wanted to yell at her friend but she swallowed it down.

She already felt a tad wounded that she hadn't known about her friend's marriage…or kid. Apparently she was the only one who didn't truly know since Mikoto had known…but that was only through Fugaku.

The red-head slightly deflated as she stared at her friend. Did she even care about their friendship anymore?

"I would manage. They would manage. All of you would manage…As long as my child is okay – I could care less what happens to this." Yume made a motion to her form in bed. Hard lavender eyes stared into warm blue ones before Yume finally hardened her own.

"You're one to lecture. I'm sure whenever you get a kid, you'd probably do the same…" the hardness disappeared just as it came and her eyes were warm once more, "Or probably something even worse than I."

Kushina let out a noise of distaste before plopping back into the seat nearby. "Whatever, I'm not as reckless as you, Yume." Her hands crossed against her chest and a low huff left her as she heard the brunette chuckle.

"It's not funny-ttebane. I know my limits…" Her voice faltered when laughter echoed in the room and Yume started to double over. Kushina's eyes widened and a 'HEY' left her before she too started to laugh along. The iryō-nin had long since left to leave the two to their shenanigans. It was evident the brunette was not going to sleep for a while now.


A week had passed and the irritated Saitō woman chided (more like berated) the doctors and insisted that she learn about her child's condition. She was visited by her worried husband, Kushina, and even Mikoto had managed some 'precious' time to pass by and visit – however they have yet to tell her of how Akane was doing.

Which pissed Yume off.

She decided to take it out on her beloved husband when he pranced into the room early Thursday morning, "Yume! Your darling husband is back to see how you are-"He abruptly stopped and narrowly avoided the glass cup chucked at his head. His eyes went white with fear when it collided with the wall and shattered.

"A-Ah…Yu…Yume…." He managed as he stared down his wife.

"Well?" She asked simply, holding in her palm now the spoon they had given her to eat her jello.

"They wouldn't let me in…. Yume, please let's be patient…and that's saying something…usually I'm not the patient one when it comes to Akane..." He felt a tad guilty that it was he who had introduced the art and concept of chakra to Akane at an early age. Maybe he should've waited until she was 5. He watched her hand tighten hard against the spoon before she slammed it back onto the tray.

"We can ask the doctors again today to see her. It'll be fine…" The jōnin practically crooned as he took a seat near her when he was certain she wouldn't throw something.

Yume took none of his coercing and simply glared harder before gripping her sheets. "I will not recuperate until I see that she is alive and well or so help me God, I will die with her, Hideki."

His eyes sharply looked over to the brunette and the lighthearted confusion shifted immediately. The shinobi's eyes narrowed just a smidge as he nearly let out a growl. "You will do no such thing, Yume."

She wrinkled her nose and turned her head away, "Might I remind you that she is also your daughter? You don't seem as worried as me…" The pink-haired jōnin growled finally and barked out, "That's because I'm not as senile to do something reckless! You smashed through the window when you could've perfectly gone through the door and ran up those stairs and-"

"Like I told Kushina, I'll tell you I wasn't thinking about that! Her chakra flared up and then disappeared as if it was drowning in water. I was scared. I could've lost my baby." They glared at each other for what it seemed like eternity just before the jōnin stood up.

"How on earth do you think I felt when I was alerted that the mother of my child and my child were sitting on their deathbeds? I was scared. I thought I was going to lose my wife and kid." She was going to interrupt him but the sadness in his voice had her swallowing her pride.

Her blue eyes looked down from his dark charcoal ones.

"…I…I'm sorry….I wasn't thinking…" She murmured, fiddling with the sheets as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. It was irresponsible. Maybe she wasn't meant to be a mother- maybe …. Maybe she…

Yume only looked up when she felt him sit next to her on the bed as a low sigh left his parted lips.

"No…you…weren't….but, that's how a Saitō reacts…without thought and all action." He bent down to lightly press his forehead onto her bandaged one. She winced for a second before smiling. "I'm sorry…I'll try not to react so harshly next time…"

However, Yume was quick to disregard her statement the moment she was allowed out of her bed to visit her baby girl's room. She had flown off the bed and nearly raced out the door. She maneuvered around two Hyuugas, muttering a half-assed apology while her husband followed.

She had glanced once at the little baby in their hands before focusing on her own child. When she arrived, she did what Kushina had done and slammed the door open adding her own twist of, "my baby!"

Akane's head jolted up from looking at her hands and Yume could see a bunch of emotions wash through the toddler's face before it settled on a deadpan.

"Okaa-san." She spoke hoarsely and Yume beamed as her husband appeared behind her. "….O-tou…san…" Akane mumbled, looking down from her deadpan and twiddling her fingers. "I'm sorry…."


Shit, if I wasn't so depleted of chakra I would've known who was bowling down that hallway towards my room.

Shiiiit, I wouldn't even be in this stupid mess if it wasn't for my sorry ass thinking I could fire bend chakra. I mean seriously. Did inhabiting this body for a few years fuck up my basic computational and analytical skills that I've crafted for many years?

I was pretty much stuck in my mind space in complete darkness since that shit-fest. All I remembered was searing pain, coughing and vaguely hearing the sounds of feet running up the wall.

"Glad to see this one's chakra levels are stabilized. Your parents have been worried…especially your mother." I flinched at the sound and looked around in my mind space before a speck of green chakra appeared. I stared at it a while longer before jumping at the sound of someone scoffing.

"Tch…"

Glancing over, I saw another form of green chakra, this one a bit lighter and more frazzled as a female voice came through it.

"I don't think she heard you." One of the nurses spoke, giggling under her breath, "She's probably hard of hearing, this one."

My eyes narrowed as the next few words left the small chakra,

"She's not a clan child…so of course this would happen. They always try so hard to keep up with those children-"

"Say one more word lady, I swear to Satan…"

"She'll never get to the Academy at this rate"

This stupid fucking no-good useless trash-talkin' bimbo– The rage I felt nearly overwhelmed my senses and suddenly I saw darkness. I wasn't staring at the glowing chakra anymore. My eyes opened up slowly to adjust to the lighting of the room as the female who I kept hearing trash-talk non-clan children let out an almost inaudible, "Oh my…" before both iryō-nins removed their hands.

"… This one…" I started slowly, hoping my voice would gain power instead pulling this weak horseshit whimper, "this one…needs…" Your carcass on a platter to feed to Cerebus, your carcass on a platter to feed to Cerebus- come on mouth, say it!

"…to go pee…" The unamused expression I sported further indicated my need to empty my pee tank. "Her chakra is stabilized, it seems..." The female spoke before picking up one of the clipboards nearby. She flipped through the notes with a pursed lip then placed it back down. "When she came in it was damn near gone...I figured this week and another week of treatment would suffice..."

"I thought only clan children could handle this better..." Just as she said this, the male inquisitively took the clipboard and started glancing through it. "It's not uncommon for anomalies..."

The female iryō-nin grabbed the clipboard out of his hand with a 'humph' and made her way out of the room. As long as she was gone - I didn't care where the hell she went.

My body slowly shifted in the bed as a wave of nausea and something else went through me. I knew the feeling automatically and turned my head slightly to look at the male. Can I please get to a bathroom now? A low whine left me as I repeated the word pee to the iryō-nin left in the room. He gasped a little, before he went over to help me up. "Sorry little one, I forgot you were functional again..."

Seriously who let you be a doctor? I didn't question it too much as he led me to the bathroom to do my business.

The male iryō-nin stood at the door just in case I needed help. It was embarrassing and I was going to protest but I nearly tasted tiles if he hadn't been there when I tried to get down. He led me back to my bed when I finished washing my hands and started talking a mile a minute. As he did so (I still had issues with rapid Japanese so I only understood probably ¼ of what he had said. The iryō-nin started to check my vitals and pulled out a pen to write it somewhere- only to deadpan.

"Ah…right, she took the clipboard." He muttered, and I let out a huff through my nose. I didn't care where that little bitch went with that clipboard. As long as she wasn't breathing in the same air as me I was good.

"In all my years, I have never seen such an anomaly. You know we weren't sure if you'd wake up. Young children like yourself fall into a deep coma and then just…" He trailed off as he finally found new paper to write the information on.

"But then again, clan children aren't the only ones with stamina." The male clicked his tongue and smiled brightly in my direction. "I'm going to let the doctor know you're alright and that your parents will be able to see you."

I watched him with indifference before he lightly ruffled my hair and made his way out of the room.

Way before my parents came in, I had gotten up a few minutes with a light wave of nausea running through me. After the doctor came in and re-checked my vitals (redundancy much), I had fallen asleep. Waking up was difficult since my body felt like lead and my face was planted into the pillow. It took all the willpower I had to drag my body up slightly to turn so I could have my back on the bed.

"…" Note to self: Don't be stupid. Other Note to Self: Owwwww, you dumb shit. Ow.

Will I probably subject myself to this type of predicament willingly? No, but accidentally - hell yeah. It was a rush of something new and I can definitely see why these ninjas did not stop. I enjoyed every second of it!- You know before I stroked out and landed in a hospital.

How did I even...

I forced my small body up (with much difficulty - there was a lot of grunts and whimpers involved) before I managed a slouched seated position and stared at my hands. Even with the chakra engulfing my entire palm thankfully only first degree burns occurred. I worried that I was going to have my hands bandaged not for style like most ninjas but for actual reasons. I stared at the bandages and sighed.

"I bet you that stupid seal on my chest got me all kinds of fucked up-! "I barked the last part as I got ready to curse a storm. But before I got the wonderful opportunity to loosen up my vocabulary, my parents came slamming in. Well, more so my mother than my father.

"My baby!"

I shot my head up from my hands and watched them with wide eyes before irritation wiped the surprise away. Why are they even here? "...Okaa-san…" I started rather hoarsely – trying to fix my voice from the snarl not too long ago. When my father came into view my face automatically glanced down at my fingers. Oh look, they suddenly look so interesting…

"O-Otou-san…" I gulped before continuing, "I'm sorry…"

I didn't expect him to briskly walk over to my left and collapse to his knees. My head turned in his direction and then I suddenly saw camo-green as he pulled me into his chest. "I'm glad you're okay…" He mumbled into my head as his grip got tighter. Yume walked to the opposite end and sat on the bed. Her gaze was contemplative as she watched my father and I interact before she wrapped her arms around my lower waist and laid into me. "My precious child…" Yume sighed, rubbing her chin into my back as she too held tight.

"…"

We sat there in silence after a while – well, I was forcing myself to because holy shit I hate the hugging and the affection and the blargh…

"…I can't breathe." I squeaked finally, which caused the two release me as fast as they held onto my small form.

I resisted the urge to shiver and rub my flesh but instead grimaced as a result. "I want to go home."

Tender moments in the hospital usually led to disaster and I was not in the mood to deal with that.


So –

Guess who went home today?

Not fucking me, if that's what you were wondering. It's been over a week and a half and those stupid medical ninjas insisted that they should 'monitor' my health for a few more days and make sure my 'vitals were stabilized officially' – like no you just want to be scientists first and not healers.

A constant pest in my side decided to pay me a visit since my stay in the hospital. Oh joy.

"It'll be okay, Akane. I'm sure you'll be able to go out and hang out with Itachi and me again."

It took every fiber not to chuck my pudding in the Uchiha's direction. It literally was the only reason why I let him come in and stay. Food was my weakness after the sweet sound of vengeance. He brought a pack of it with him and I managed to ravage through most of them. I was on my fifth one now. "Listen, boy." I started, pointing my spoon at him. "If anything, this hospital stay was a vacation from your shenanigans and Itachi's contemplative 'hur durrr' gaze." I moved the spoon back into the pudding and shoved the delicacy in my mouth as the boy blinked rapidly.

"What's…hoore…doore?" He questioned, his brows furrowing once he recovered. I rose a pink brow at him and garbled through the spoon, "Ith thad da wurd u wanth to lurnth in Engrash?" I watched the young boy's face twist into mild disgust at my manners (I have none and I plan to milk it until necessary) as he tried to decipher what I said. When he did (ah the Uchiha brain, you have to love it), his eyes went wide and he shook his head vehemently.


"…never mind. I'll just have Itachi ask you what you said about him-"Shisui sighed out, shutting his eyes as he dramatically put his hand to his head. He knew of a way to get her to speak. "Surely he'd like to know what our precious watermelon thinks of us- especially when it's about him and he's not here and you know how he gets-"

Shisui peered through his lashes, knowing darn well that Akane had started choking on her spoon with a low squeal. He heard her cough and spit out the spoon before muttering something under her breath.

"What was that? Get Itachi?" he asked, hopping out of his seat and making his way towards the door.

"No God please no."

Shisui stopped in his tracks, his back turned to the girl as she started rambling rapidly in broken Japanese what the phrase she used meant. He listened to her explanation of how a 'hur dur' gaze was more of a blank look, usually known for contemplation or being stupid. She managed to clarify that she meant that Itachi contemplates a lot, not that he looked stupid.

"…Was that so hard?" He asked, pivoting on his foot to look at her with a scheming grin on his face. His black eyes watched her blue eyes narrow before changing to an exhausted white. "I hate you…" She whined, laying back into her bed.

"Oh come now, you love me! I brought you pudding." He spoke as he made his way over to the pinkette. He sat next to her in the bed and watched the young girl flinch and turn her head in his direction. She warily looked over at him before sighing in defeat. "Whatever. Where's your parents? How did they let a 5 year old go alone to the hospital?" She didn't know that she was hitting a sore spot. It slipped her mind completely. She faced the ceiling once more as she awaited his answer.

Shisui hummed once, his grin dimming a little while looking at the unfinished pudding. "…" It seemed like he took too long to respond and Akane found herself slowly sitting up to look at the boy.

"…Shisui?"

"I was just thinking. Let's play a game." He said suddenly, his perkiness back. "I want to know what makes you so interesting and you want to know more about me…" He placed his hands under his chins and watched the young girl as he spoke more, "Not now…not even tomorrow…but somehow and someday – you'll tell me one fact about you…and in return I'll give you one about me. It has to be only once a day. Surprise me."

Akane's eyes questioned his sanity before she scoffed, "I'm sure I know a lot about you Shisui so this is hardly the game that's worth playing-"

"Well, we'll see huh Akane." He cut her off before she had the chance to playfully snap at him and it caught her off guard. The Uchiha watched her pupils widen with interest as she stared him down while he smiled plainly.

"…Alright." She finalized, her smile matching his but for some reason – hers seemed a bit sinister.

Not that his was full of flowers and gumdrops.

"…Great!" His grin returned and he quickly ruffled her hair before making his way to the room door. "I have to go now but I hope you feel better, Watermelon." He could hear Akane let out a hiss and made his way out the room with the door shutting behind him.

His bright smile dimmed once more before he made his way down the corridor.


"That idiot. I hate him and that nickname. Sakura is more of a watermelon than me. She has green eyes and pink hair… I have BLUE eyes. I'm more of a….of a grapefruit or something…" I muttered to myself as I reached towards the spoon on my tray before pausing.

"…WHY AM I EVEN THINKING ABOUT FRUIT NICKNAMES?! DAMN YOU SHISUI."

I whined, pushing the tray officially away from me. I needed to get the hell out of here and now. This hospital was making me sick. But how was a damn child like me supposed to get out of the hospital without getting noticed? I looked around the dreary room before my eyes landed on the window that Shisui was sitting next to not too long ago.

"…"

I looked at my bandaged hands then back at the window and once more at my bandaged hands. I could hear my conscience tell me 'hoe don't do it' but the idea was ingenious.

"I could do it…." I whispered, my eyes dead set on the window as my conscience let out a 'oh my god' as I ripped the sheets off my small form and jumped off the bed (with difficulty, but it was still done).

What's the worst that could happen?


A/N:

Alright, so we all agree Akane is a dumb child and whatever comes to her is deserving. This is the end of part one as I get tired of looking at 10 pages of words and it gets very discouraging to see I'm not at the part I wanted to be at. But this is what makes a good story I suppose? Tell me how I'm doing!

I don't know.

Hope there's still people reading this! I'm going to try to get the next part out soon (I'm not specifying any date because every time I do I miss it completely and then some). So be on the lookout for such fun!

Reviews, Follows, and Likes are what have me coming back to finish this so keep on being awesome and so patient with me!

I have so much planned for Akane and I know you guys are excited to see what she has to offer into the Narutoverse so stick around! There's no preview today since the preview prior was good enough (and frankly that's what's coming up so this chapter was a surprisssseeeeeeeee)

I'll stop talking now. See you soon! ~