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Itachi turned his eyes on the vagabonds. A kunai swiveled expertly in his grasp as he stabbed one clean through his shoulder.

He was angry, with himself, the world, and the situation he found himself in. In his haste of thinking the story of the Uchiha child as a mere farce he'd gone blindly to confront the woman he deemed to be a namedropper. He should have seen the child first before confronting her. Instead he'd brutalized the mother of his child. Well, his clone did. Thankfully he'd not killed her. But the fact remained that she would now no doubt be afraid of him. Stupid!

A flick of his wrist ensured that the highwayman who had realized the dire mistake their band had made remained in the fight. These fools would be going nowhere, Itachi needed to blow off his frustrations. Punishing true criminals would help.

Why did his child already posses the Sharingan, what would have triggered such an early development? Strong emotions were the key to unlocking the bloodline, usually the fear that came with mortal peril or love. A very small part of him was pleased though- Sharingan!

A bubble of pride rose within his chest, was this how his own father had felt about his own rapid development?

Its mere development pointed to the probability that this woman was of a very favorable genetic line. The Sharingan was an extremely recessive trait as were most ocular bloodlines. In fact most of the Uchihas of his clan had been inbred to varying degrees to ensure the trait, why even his own parents were only slightly distant cousins (the probable culprit of this once shoddy immune system). The fact that this woman could bear a child who possessed it despite only being half-Uchiha was something he'd be a fool to ignore.

Most half Uchiha were unable to manifest the powerful bloodline, he recalled hearing an estimate that perhaps out of ten half Uchiha only one would develop sharingan. And even then that one half Uchiha would never progress beyond single tomoe. His son had two tomoe in his left eye and all three in the right.

On that note what was the woman's name? His son's?

What sort of woman was she? Brave and protective to be sure, she'd stared him down and had done her best to protect the boy. But what were her likes? Her dislikes? What made her laugh?

He found himself curious about this woman who had just shaken his entire world. Because of her he was now a father. A father

His mind shifted towards the other, new, important, change in his life. His minds eye visualized the small figure with his navy black hair and even tinier Sharingan. That tiny figure whom had been so very peaceful, unaware of Itachi's darker intentions at the time.

What did his boy enjoy? What were his favorite foods? What had been his first word? Did his son even know who his father was?

Was his son being poisoned against him? His brother he could handle hating him, but for his own child to fear and perhaps hate him… It was too much…

Oh why had he ever agreed to going drinking on that night?

Kisame could only speculate as he watched the Uchiha partake in bloodshed- a very rare occasion. Normally the shark man would be affronted, insulted really, at having been denied a good brawl. But Itachi needed this fight more than he did. A subtle wince crossed his face as Itachi savagely snapped one man's arm while simultaneously throwing a castrating kunai at another bandit.

The fact that the Uchiha was actually using his own hands and weapons told Kisame more than the sparse conversation they had struck up over the past few days. If anything he thought Itachi was handling his unexpected addition to his family rather well if Kisame did say so himself.

Kami knew that if it were him there would be utter destruction from the moment he found out- towns, cities, travelers, trees- they would all taste Samehada's shredding blade without discrimination. Itachi was a nice enough guy to only target scum like this. The battle (if an overwhelming show of skill of ninja vs common bandits could be called such) only lasted about five minutes leaving two of the five bandits dead the others grievously wounded.

"Well that was fun, Itachi-san. But I still need new boots. Mind if I head to this little trading post? See it's here on the map." Kisame pulled out the map from his cloak.

Itachi took stock of Kisame's boots and indeed he was in dire need of replacements. The left foot's sole was bound with only chakra. The right one fared little better. There was no avoiding it- the man needed new shoes. Rule number one as a missing nin was to take care that your equipment was in the best condition you could afford to keep it in. Boots were essentials for ninja.

Besides they had the time, the Jinchuriki they were tracking wasn't going anywhere. The old man was a hermit.

"I'll wait here." Itachi intoned as he prepared to sit. After so many years of knowing the shark man Itachi knew that trying to talk Kisame into sending a clone for shoes was a bad idea. The one time he'd suggested it years ago had been met with an oddly passionate lecture about the importance of trying on boots in person. Itachi wasn't sure if it meant that Kisame's clones had variable foot sizes (which could be the case as water clones tended to have slightly variable configurations- a few millimeters of difference wouldn't be noticed on the battlefield but those few millimeters of difference affected a shoe greatly) or if the man simply enjoyed shoe shopping. Itachi didn't care to dwell of these thoughts.

He was resigned to waiting; Kisame took forever when it came to such things.

"Need anything?" Kisame asked and Itachi was so very tempted to reply sarcastically that 'yes, I'd like a new life please- mine seems to be broken'. Instead he'd opted to say nothing sending Kisame on his way.

Itachi dwelled a bit longer on the thoughts of his child and the woman. Now that he had knowledge of their very existence he found it hard to keep his thoughts far from them.

Even his constant worry for his younger brother was dwarfed by the sheer lack of knowledge he possessed about his child and the woman who had borne him. As such his desire was to learn as much as he could. He'd managed to send the clone into Konoha using a variety of techniques which had served him well enough. But he still had tripped off the wards of Konoha. How could he bypass such stringent wards?

He thought a moment and it came to him, a summon. Specifically one of his crow summons paired with a particular jutsu. His constant crow summon stationed in Konoha that was in possession of Shisui's eye would serve exceptionally well for this. Hiding in plain sight was always a favorable option and Konoha had a fairly sized crow population.

It was an advanced reconnaissance technique that connected one's optic* and auditory nerves into an inanimate object but could be used on living subjects too- just very difficult. It was a secret technique he'd picked up in Suna. In Itachi's case it helped a great deal due to his poor vision to see through the crow's own eyes. When combined with a pupeteering technique that was less complex than those utilized by the puppet masters of Suna it gave him near invisibility. His chakra would not be detected while housed within the crow summon.

Taking care to keep himself half mindful of his surroundings he initiated the jutsu. It took several minutes to acclimate to the crow summon's surroundings. It was perched upon a power line in Midtown Konoha if he recalled correctly. A twitch of chakra permitted the flapping of wings and he found himself in the skyline of Konoha. Locating the Uchiha district was of little difficulty after getting used to the crow's eyes.

Itachi bade the crow to settle on a branch close to his old house. After a few moments the bird was repositioned to a windowsill. Gazing within his home he could see the young woman and noticed the slightly bruised throat with some guilt.

The first thing that struck him was how genuine this woman was in expressing her affection to his child. If a crow could smile this one would be as he listened to the woman teach the boy a song of some sort.

He watched as she danced around the kitchen with an old broom as his son danced along. Her emotions where rich and her laugh was quite nice.

"Rock on, Shippo-chan!" he heard her encourage the boy who began to jump up and down in a semblance of a dance as he sang.

Itachi continued to watch the two for the next several hours. He watched as the woman did her best to clean his old family home while keeping the toddler entertained. That was no easy feat, as the boy became an unintentional hindrance by attempting to 'help' his mother clean.

It seemed all too soon that Kisame came back, forcing Itachi to end the jutsu. New boots in tow the two continued on their way in search of Roshi.

"Shippo." Itachi spoke the name reverently as he laid back for the night. He mused on his son's name for a few minutes: the Seven Treasures. Not a name he'd choose, but then he'd not been there to suggest names. Personally he would have chosen a name like Kuzuri or even Kawauso…

Kagome POV

Kagome made her way to the very last job on her list, the waitressing job at a BBQ place. The chestnut stand had been a bust- apparently they had hired on a girl just a day ago.

The restaurant was your typical BBQ place. Booths and tables containing small grills along with a menu of meats and prices. Not much different from a few BBQ joints she'd gone out to with her school friends.

If it weren't for the fact that one of the other waitresses the at the BBQ restaurant happened to be a member of the rape support group Kagome doubted they would have even considered her for the part time job. She knew that the other woman had probably told the manager why she should be considered for the job. It sucked, but Kagome was in no position to care about her bruised pride. She desperately needed this job.

The manager was an overweight woman who wore too much makeup but Kagome could tell she'd once been very pretty.

"You will start in the back washing dishes. Once you've gotten the hang of that you will be trained to wait on customers. You are responsible for the care of your work uniform that we will provide. We serve ninja here- think you can handle it?" Yes it was definitely known that she was a member of the rape support group it would seem. She received a work uniform along with a printed schedule.

"I'll do my best. You have no idea how much this job means to me!"

It paid very little but Kagome figured she had nothing but time as she waited on InuYasha to come. Not that she was solely banking on him- it just seemed unlikely that she would be able to do much right now. She was sticking to biding her time for now. Let the ninja think she was a compliant semi-citizen, at least until the laser focus was off of her.

She began work as soon as they got her into the uniform- dishwashing in the back. The worst of it was that they felt that she needed to be properly trained even for such a basic job. So after an hour of dishwashing orientation she was allowed to rule over the sudsy domain that was the sink.

After the second hour of repetitive washing Kagome found it impossible not to let her mind wander. From bizarre thoughts such as what InuYasha would look like in a rainbow Mohawk to much more domestic such as how the porch repairs were coming along.

It didn't bother her that she had no power in the house- she was used to the feudal era with no electricity and it seemed that Bansai was also used to a life of simplicity. She couldn't help but think that he was taking it the wrong way- that she lived simply because she chose to rather than she was forced to. He still acted like she was some sort of religious figure calling her by the title Holiness. She'd managed to get him to address her as Higurashi-sama or Higurashi-dono telling him it wasn't appropriate for her to be called Your Holiness in public. He took it as a sign of her humbleness and piety and nearly started bowing to her once more. Her given name was apparently out of the question despite her insistence.

He had asked for her teachings and so she had recited a few cryptic sayings her grandfather had taught her. All along the vein of 'do unto others as you would have done unto yourself" apparently simple philosophy was mind-boggling. Or maybe it was because he thought she was some Holy Wall Maiden, which made no sense to her.

Any attempts to have him clarify ended up in a spiel that would do her grandfather proud about some ancient monk who meditated for x number of days and was granted a vision. But he didn't know much as all that truly remained had been a wall mural that was now demolished.

Shippo for his part seemed oblivious to the fact that she did not have all the basic necessities. Bansai-sama was heaven sent- otherwise she would have had no way to work while needing to care for Shippo. Shippo had accepted the monk easily calling him Oji-san (grandfather) or JiJi. He was probably too young to realize that the man was not his actual grandfather or in any way related to her for that matter.

It was funny how life worked Kagome mused as she scrubbed at the dishes. Not two weeks ago she'd been the legendary Shikon Miko- renown and relatively respected in the Feudal Era as well as Higurashi Kagome- a promising potential college student in her Era.

She refused to let her high school diploma be the end of her educational career especially because it was becoming more apparent that there was never going to be a 'happily ever after' for her and InuYasha- she'd waited for him for over three years and if he couldn't decide in that time clearly he never would. She would always care deeply for him but the romantic love had withered and died from neglect.

Plus the idea of living in an archaic society like the feudal era where her mere gender would be a huge disadvantage despite any prestige she might hold as a miko looked less and less appealing to Kagome as she grew older. The love she felt for the simpler time was still there but she was no longer blind as to what such a life would entail.

She'd planned on receiving a degree in archaeology hoping to specialize in the Feudal Era- why bother with any other time period when she'd personally been there and had even met historical figures?

But now it would seem she was Higurashi Kagome: estranged rape victim, all but destitute single mother, and unwilling bride to a man she'd never met. One Uchiha Itachi.

Why were these people so convinced that she was married? Despite telling them she wasn't? Well there was no harm in continuing to care for 'Shippo'. No way was she leaving him to fend for himself.

She didn't exactly plan on using the man's name either- the busty boobed leader had made it rather clear that Itachi Uchiha was a wanted man. For what she didn't know. Personally she hoped he didn't get himself caught- if only to spite these idiot Shinobi.

Letting out a sigh Kagome felt a little bad. Surely not all of the ninja in this large village could be all bad. Her amazing luck was just to meet the most anal retentive of them perhaps? But considering her track record with ninja in general was not the greatest she wasn't about to get her hopes up. She never did figure out how those youkai ninja managed to become copies of her school friends… She mused, "Wonder if the ninja here can pull that off?"

A waitress dumped a new pile of dishes into the dishwater snapping her out of her slight daze. The only disadvantage to this job was that she would probably have far too much time to let her mind wander. Dunking her hands back into the water Kagome went about setting some short-term mental goals for herself.

Getting enough money for food was the first step, next would be getting the power turned on, any bills, and then clothes. Kagome had her work cut out for her but she felt if she could handle time traveling in a ragtag group with even less then she could handle a much more domestic life.

If anything that cute smiling face that was waiting for her with Bansai-sama made it all the more bearable.

Sasuke POV

Sasuke toddled to the restroom to relieve himself. His obsidian eyes caught his reflection and he brought a hand up to his hair musing that something was a little too different. Tiny lips pouted in thought as he childishly contemplated. He sort of missed his spiky hair. But Okaa-san said he looked nice with his hair like this so he guessed he liked it like this too.

Sometimes when Okaa-san wasn't near for a long time he would get headaches and a feeling that something wasn't right.

But as soon as she came back the headaches would go away. He didn't like the headaches or the name that would occasionally enter his mind: Sasuke. That name made him feel sad. He knew it was his name or at least it had been his name. He wondered how he knew that Sasuke had once been his name; no one ever called him by the name Sasuke.

Sometimes he wondered if perhaps tomorrow he would wake up with a new name. He wouldn't like that, three names would be hard to remember!

When the headaches got very bad when Okaa-san was at work he'd sometimes have strange thoughts that his mother was dead and that he had a bad big brother.

But his mother always came home, so she wasn't dead like his headaches told him.

And he'd asked if he had an older brother but Okaa-san had told him that he didn't. So he'd requested that he'd like a little sister because he didn't want a big brother. A little sister was the farthest thing from an older brother, right? So he wanted one of those!

And if at all possible he wanted to be there to pick her out at the store. He promised he'd be able to pick out the perfect one! Okaa-san had laughed when he'd told her that. He liked it when she laughed.

He was still waiting on that little sister though, he should remind his mother that he was still waiting for one today. After all he'd been very good for Jii-san while she'd been gone at work yesterday! He'd gotten to hold the toolbox for the old man as he fixed the back porch.

The boy peered into his reflection and touched the mirror boy's hand with his own, "My name is Shippo!"

That was right, right?

Lol I kinda borrowed from that sand eye technique we saw Gaara use during the chunin exam and then freaking never again! Why?! It was a dead useful technique!

Kuzuri- wolverine Kawauso- river otter (figured since Itachi means weasel he might go for a weasel like name)

Meh, not much plot in this one sorry. Just POV of everyone, I promise the next chapter will be way better! Plus we finally get to see some Konoha nin!

LOL and about that pap smear/ pelvic examination well lets just use our imaginations that at least one of the many magical concoctions Kagome has been dunked in over her years in the feudal era caused what would basically amount to a false positive. Who knows what was in some of those things or the effect on a human body- like the gunk the ogress who revived Kikyou submerged Kags in for an extended amount of time. Exposure caused her pelvis to resemble that of a woman who has undergone childbirth. There, happy? All that matters is that the ninja think they have evidence pointing to Kagome being Sasuke's parent.

So I watched the new Itachi episodes and my god, I was right in the fact that he had that little Uchiha girl that it was somewhat implied that at least she liked him! But yeah pretty sure this fic is going to be an Itachi/Kagome fic unless someone comes up with a mind blowing alternate pairing…