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Queen of the Damn

We stayed at that inn for many more nights, paid fully by the coven I have never met. They much prefer to keep us where they could see us. And we didn't mind, since the roof was a good training ground.

Over the next few weeks Madara taught me the anatomy of a body with such detail it would have shamed even the best of physicist. He taught me the point where the body is the weakest and most lethal to strike. Be it human or vampires, dhampirs or immortal children these points do not change and cannot be train.

He then made me point them out to him over and over again to perhaps within milliliters of accuracy.

I soon learned that the theory of things was the easy part. Practical lessons with Madara turned out to be excruciatingly painful! He was brutal and strict right from the beginning, striking me with absolutely no restrain; I cannot quite remember how many bones I broke and dislocate!

'You cannot match us or those damnable half bloods in speed nor strength' He told me right from the start. 'But your senses are as keen as ours…your mind as quick' He said.

I was taught to wield the blade to make up for the lack of strength.

'Watch…you must watch and predict where we would strike before we do. Rely not on your eyes; you cannot keep up with us. Analyze quick. Play with psychology. Trust your senses, not your sight' Madara instructed me once when he had thrown me onto the ground, a hard foot on my chest as my blade skidded half way across the dusty roof.

I groaned, my every muscle screaming in agony. Every training session last almost the entire night and by the time he is vaguely satisfied I would surely be aching all over so badly it was as if my flesh was burning in fires.

And when I was not training or exploring the town with Sasuke, Madara demands that I learn to read and write and speak in their tongue. And when I had mastered that, he would have me learn mortal tongues too.

I was a creature that would exist through time. I was a creature born for life not death.

It is in the nature of vampires to hunger for knowledge, making them scholars. Hardly your mindless blood thirsty monsters you human so like to make us out to be. And Madara would not have me illiterate!

This was a task he forced upon Sasuke much to Sasuke's irritation.

In that dim inn with candles burning well through the night, illuminating the shadowy room, papers began to fill in stacks over the weeks. And every now and then Hashirama would come and weave those stacks together with rough ropes making them into books.

Books I am expected to read in time.

Sasuke as it turns out have a sort of photographic memory. Their books may have burn with the coven but Sasuke could remember them all.

Over the weeks Sasuke slave furiously with feathered pen on paper till the ink bottle ran dry and clean paper ran low as I sat across the wooden table from him, struggling to read and making sense of their language.

It was complicating but beautiful…poetic and almost like a song.

'Read it aloud again and translate as best as you can to me' Sasuke instructed from across me as he continued writing without once looking at me, dipping his pen furiously in ink and back onto the paper.

I lowered my gaze back onto the paper in my hand. It was a poem…

Sasuke's writing were calligraphic and beautiful, every stroke, a stroke of finest and elegance. I open my mouth and started back on the first line, then the second and when I've finished it once again I noticed that Sasuke had stuck his feathered pen in the ink bottle, looking a little irritably at me.

'That doesn't sound right' He growled; slipping at once off his chair and rounded over to me. He stood by my side and pointed to the second stanza. 'Again, from here' He commanded.

I tried again and before I even reach the forth line he smack me hard across the back of my head.

'Wrong! It isn't read that way! How many times must you make the same mistake?' He hissed and read it aloud for me and demanded that I translate what he just said.

I groaned in mounting frustration as the candle burn and wax melt through the night.

Truly their language is complex. There are so many rules and words describing things that cannot be done by mortal vocabulary. Words that seem so similar to the other but said with a slightly different intonation or perhaps even the same intonation but in different circumstances meant completely different things.

I tried again and again over the next few hours as he handed to me a good number of poems and literatures.

Finally after making what seem like an infinite number of mistakes and receiving an infinite number of smacks Sasuke had had enough.

'That's enough for now' Sasuke took in a deep breath resisting the urge to shout no doubt. He was never one for patience.

He snatch the paper from my fingers and tossing it on the table littered with a few dozen more. I did not protest. I do need a break; my head was already spinning from it all.

'It is no wonder you are all silver-tongued' I murmured.

He snorted.

'You will learn to appreciate our literature soon, it is an acquired taste' He teased; shifting to sit on my lap as my arms went to encircle his lean waist languidly.

He leans against me, hunching slightly as he rested his head upon my still aching shoulder, his slender fingers reach up out of habit to tug a small tuff of my slender locks, his thumb flipping and toying with the dark silken ends of my strands.

There was a moment of silence as I simply held him, resting my back on my chair, enjoying the feel of his body against mine. Sometimes we do not speak for hours like this, simply enjoying the company of another.

Even if we do not speak of her, I think that is something we both know would remain a sore topic for a long time to come. And in our moment of silent, it is something that will ceaselessly haunt us, giving us not a moment of peace as we deserve for what we had done.

There will always be this grudge, this anger, this unceasing fury at one another in us where Sakura is concern.

'You are brilliant you know' Sasuke said suddenly.

I couldn't help but smile at his praise. He hardly praised me.

'I can barely read' I said.

'You are progressing faster than anyone of us expects, and Madara is so proud of the progress you make in your sparring session…he could hardly stop praising you'

'Surely you jest' I laughed.

Madara was beating the living light out of me in every session and I had even yet to land a hit or a scratch!

A sad smile suddenly touched Sasuke's lips as he sat up, engaging our eyes.

'I wish you would one day see your own worth…you never did, neither as mortal nor immortal' He told me. 'But then if you had… you would not be here now...'

Before I could think of what to say or ask what he meant, he simply slip off my lap to his feet.

'Come! Let's go to the taverns!' He beamed, his tone changing at once, tugging me to my feet.

He seems to be always doing that recently. His mood changing from one extreme to the next whenever he let slip something that seems like sentiments, as if he feared I would ask more of what he just said.

'Going to cheat more money?' I simply smile, letting him pull me out the door.

'Of course not!' He said scandalously. 'I just know a thing or two about counting cards! It's called playing smart love!' He rasped.

I simply laugh at that. When did he come to like gambling I do not know.

Anyway, it is their foolishness to invite vampires, fathers of lies and masters of manipulation to gamble on their table after all. They may not know this, but it is their greed that had allowed them to encourage a mere boy to their table. They deserve it I decided.

In the end it was all good fun and I cannot deny enjoying it.

Amegakure was a small place, hardly the busy and luxurious Konoha that I grew up in, providing none of the enjoyment Sasuke was used to. There were no tall buildings to scale or vast amount of space to run and play nor scenery to enjoy. It was wet and shady. And that is why we started spending most of our nights when I do not have lessons in the taverns.

Cheatingat cards; enticing women who were fair game, seducing them with sweet nothing simply because we can. And Sasuke would stay long in the company of doomed victims. Weeks or months even, enjoying the splendid humor in the victim's unwitting friendship and adoration with death.

There was a crack of lightning, scent of coming rain thick in the air. Strong wind howled, funneled through the dark alley and bellowing my ebony trench coat, caressing over Sasuke's long pastel legs. The gentle clicking of our boots resonated through the deserted passage.

'Ah, he had been so good to me, should I kill him tomorrow or should I let him have me a little longer?' Sasuke asked merrily one night when we left the tavern with our pocket full of gold. 'Oh we can make it a game too. You can guess if I am going to kill him this week or the next. What do you say?' He chortled.

I said nothing. I never encourage his childish games made of humans. It irritates me!

'Are you not jealous?' He asked.

Still I said nothing, my jaw tightened, annoyed.

'I guess not' He said after awhile when I continued to ignore him. 'Good to know that. Ah, in that case I would make him one of us! I've never had two pets and Sakura was a complete failure!' He said cheerily.

I snapped! Stab of anger rip through my veins at his casual words. At the mention of her name. At the maddening way he looked upon human life as if they were nothing more than toys! More than objects of experiment!

And how dare he even speak of her name! I thought furiously!

I tightened our entwined fingers at once coming to a halt; tugging him roughly towards me; against my breast. He hissed, glaring intently at me. I saw the line of his jaws tightened, his fangs peeking from his rosy lips, as he lids his free hand over my chest as my own free fingers came to cup his icy features.

'You will not change him!' I hissed; venom dripping from my every word. 'Torture him, kill him. Do as you please…but you will not change him and ditch him as you did to Sakura!' I said.

There was a complete change in the ambiance at that moment.

There beneath the darkness of shadows, he at last cast aside his façade of innocence and joy, his mask beneath another mask, displaying his true emotion that swirled beneath those beautiful faces it wears.

I saw pure white anger and rage in his eyes but I did not care. He sickened me with his twisted game! He knows it, and yet so love to mock and provoke me with it. Making sure I knew this vile he play and on who!

'You do not deserve to make anyone' I said.

He hissed.

'Since when do you care what I do? You don't care about me!' He accused. 'And how dare you challenge me' He snarled, his fangs lengthened dangerously. 'How dare you command me! I should have your wretched tongue sliced out of your mouth and feed it to you!' He bellowed, shoving me back, wrenching our tangled fingers apart. 'You think you are my equal just because I tolerate and enjoy your jest and tease?! Or is it because that I shed tears for you that one time that you think you are above me? How dare you!' He roared, rounding up on me.

For a moment there I thought he would strike me, but I never found out. I felt a sudden prickle run down my spine and before I knew it, before I could even react Sasuke's fingers flew to grab the front of my shirt and threw me roughly to the ground by his feet, knocking the breath out of my lungs as pure concrete connects!

I coughed.

'Get up' He said, giving a light sniff.

Lifting my gaze to him I saw him grip a silver arrow in his other outstretch hand, one that would no doubt had gone through my head had I still been standing.

'Get ready' He muttered; throwing the metallic arrow aside.

I could feel my heart thumped, I could feel fear suddenly creeping through my veins at the thought that I have to fight for real! I was hardly ready for battle but I could not just stand ideally as Sasuke fought!

I pushed myself to my feet to join him, drawing out my blade that I hid beneath my jacket. I remember my hands shaking, adrenaline roaring in my veins as my grip were iron tight on the handle of my weapon.

'Dhampirs?' I asked; my voice shook a little.

'No. Just your kind'

I could literally feel him smirk by his tone as he flex his fingers. This was sports to him I know; or he would have drawn his blade too.

'Oh dear…Madara would be terribly upset when I go back dirty' He mused.

A chilled breeze swirled though the alley and this time the scent is so obvious I could smell them too. The immortal children were near; hidden in the shadows as they move into position.

'They are on the roof' Sasuke warned me 'All nine of them'

There was another whoosh of arrow and all hell broke loose. They seem to drop all about us as they charged at us full force!

I cannot tell you all that happened then, only parts of it. It was as if my mind had suddenly switched off and I was moving by sheer instinct! Dodging, slicing! A deadly dance!

I remember my heart pounding in my ears; against my chest! I was knocked off my feet once!

I remember that with a flash, the man was coming down on me, intending to stab me true in the heart! His large fangs bared to me! My eyes widen! Every one of my muscle tensed! I kick out at once in sheer terror landing on solid!

There was a crunch as the bone and cartilage of his knees were dislocated.

Howls echoed! I hissed!

He crumbled down as I plunge my blade up stabbing through flesh, through his heart! The warmest of his blood trickled down the handle, over my fingers as I roughly threw him off me with a snarl.

Blood spilled; hiss and curses rumbled through the alley, mix with Sasuke's amused laughter.

'Is this all you've got?' I remember hearing Sasuke laughed sickeningly.

I saw from the corner of my eyes that he backhanded one of them; the vampire sailed through the air, slamming into the brick wall with a sickening thud.

Hair rising hiss splits the air! And before the man could even get to his feet, Sasuke with a speed I had never seen was on him! His brutal fingers flew to grab the man's throat and ripped it right out!

Trachea and all!

Blood spurted, drenching his already soak form. He laughed, moving onto the other two that were charging at him, dancing out of their dangerous weapons with fits of agility defying gravity, taunting them callously.

I hardly had time to concentrate on him as I struggled to my shaky feet!

Another one was charging at me, swiped his blade at me before I could move! Piercing my guts and tearing out through my side!

Excruciating pain burst! Blood poured!

I snarled! Lunged at him with everything I had, plunging my dagger to the hilt in his chest! Feeling the wetness of his blood soaks the front of my shirt.

I panted hard; yanking my blade out he crumbled on to the ground dead.

'Christ...' I stumbled back slightly. My free trembling hand reached to press down on my bleeding abdomen.

I felt then another prickle running down my spine.

'Itachi!' I heard Sasuke shrieked at me as I turn by sheer instinct.

My eyes widen as I saw a blade plunging to me, the vampire's gaze absolutely murderous. I could not move in time!

'You bastard!' Sasuke screamed and with mind numbing trance before the blade could pierce my chest I saw Sasuke's hard fingers tore right through the man's back, forking the man's heart right out of his chest, as if he was holding it up for me!

Blood spattered, and poured adding to my soak clothes!

The vampire's blade fell with a clang onto concrete; his expression was one of shock surprise. Lips slightly parted, blood like black vomit poured from his lips.

'You do not touch what is mine…' Sasuke hiss, his voice dripping of venom, chilling me to the very bone marrow.

I heard then a soft crunch on the roof and snapped my gaze up at once to the heart chilling sight. The last vampire was there, with a cross bow aiming right at Sasuke's head.

Silvery arrow streaked through the night before I could even react.

'Master!' I screamed for him belatedly as he yanked his bloody hand from the lifeless trunk of the man and turn.

I lunged for him, hauled him back, but not quick enough as the arrow pierced right through his chest with a ghastly thud!

He gasped in shock, stumbling, he fell back into my arms like a dead weight.

'Oh Christ…Oh Christ!' I murmured incoherently at the metal lodge in chest.

He groaned in agony and his eyes wide in shock.

Fear unlike any other ripped through every inch of me! Through my entire being so wholly I could barely think! I was shaking, my mind muddled in terror! Adrenaline roared!

'God! Oh God no! Please no!' I cursed in utter panic!

Before I could think, I scooped him up and started running from the alley despite my wounds!

He was taken from my shaking arms the moment I reach the inn.

Hashirama took him into his room. I wanted to follow but Madara grabbed me roughly, and shoved me from the door.

'You will not see him until I say so. Go clean yourself!' Madara ordered, pulling the door shut behind him.

I had no choice. I had a higher chance of moving a brick wall out of my way than Madara from the door.

I wept in the bathtub that night, my entire body shook from the aftershock as I scrub my skin raw before eventually flinging the damn cloth into the water soaking me in anger! In rage at myself!

I was meant to protect him, meant to be his shield and sword…and yet…

Hot tears rolled down my cheek as my chest tightened in pain, in agony.

For the first time I realize just how weak! How useless I was!

I could do nothing! Yet I demanded so much!

I wanted to scream in frustration! In fear! In terror!

The memory of the arrow lodging itself in Sasuke's chest… His shock expression as he fell like a dead weight in my arms… The blood that poured from his ghastly wound, and how eerily quiet he was when I had rushed him back here… They all kept playing horrendously in my mind.

I shut my eyes tight, feeling hot dampness rolled down my cheek. I clasped my hands together to keep them from lost in thoughts I did not notice anything till I felt icy hand wrapped about my throat, shocking me.

Before I could react, before could even move, the brutal fingers tightened, throwing my entire body back against the tub!

My vision spanned, water splashed! My skull crack against the wall with a sickening thud as white pain erupted!

I gasped; my fingers flew to grip the icy wrist, the other to the side of the tub, struggling to keep my head above water as I snapped my gaze up to my captor!

It was Madara. I cease at once in my struggling. My fingers loosen not wanting to tempt his temper though my other grip over the side of the tub was iron tight.

His jaws were tight, his eyes cold, as cold as ice as he held my throat, keeping my features just barely above water. My heart hammered, fear struck me as I gaze upon his cold merciless expression.

It was scary… he was shaking in dripping anger, his lips curled in a snarl revealing his pearly fangs. And for a moment there, I thought Sasuke had died.

'He lives' Madara said as if he could read my mind.

I let out a sigh of relief only to fuel his rage.

He hissed, tightening his fingers. I swallowed.

'My lo-rd…ple-ase' I begged.

'I should kill you…' He whispered coldly, dangerously. 'I've told you again and again never to challenge us…' He hissed; his fingers clamped down, constricting my throat painfully.

I gasped, my heart hammered! I swallowed painfully as my lips parted in desperate attempt to draw in what air I could with my narrowing passage!

'For-give me…I di-'

'Silence!' He spat in venom.

I stilled, my heart drumming so hard I could feel it beating against my rib cage; so hard I could feel it pounding in my ears. I had never seen him so angry before…And I fear him. I have always feared him and still do even today to some degree…

'You think you know it all but you understand nothing…' he said, releasing me.

I coughed, sucking in a deep breath I set up at once. Water trickled, down the wealth of my locks, my bangs stuck to my shaking features.

'Look at me!' He demanded; his rough finger flew to brutally capture my chin in a bruising grip, tilting my gaze up to him. 'By having you challenge us, you tell the world that we are weak…we are easy prey…' He hissed. 'It tempts other to attack us…oh how splendid, how thrilling it would be to tame two weak vampires of the old world…' He growled, releasing me roughly. 'Oh how sweet it would be to have a pureblood child and a slave to serve them!' He spat, the weight of his words crashing onto me.

I didn't know what to say.

'You will remember tonight… and you will remember that your master almost died because you are too proud to bow! Because you think you are our equal! Because you show the world that we are weak and easy targets!' He bellowed, backhanding me hard, slicing my cheek.

Blood dripped.

'You will remember this…' He hissed, leaving me.

I sat there stunned…speechless and numb as his words rang over and over again in my mind. And then came the feeling of guilt and regret I had felt all too often… the feeling of shame…of disgrace.

I had thought I was brilliant; so very independent as I taunted Sasuke. As I learned to twist his words and mocked him, test his temper from time to time. Speak my mind without bound.

My arrogance! My pride! My refusal to see that I am anything but his equal almost killed us all!

I did not know how long I sat there or when I did drag myself to bed, curling into a tight ball beneath the thick covers.

Madara came to me later that night…he slip beneath the cover and gathered me gently in his arms, close to his chest. He bed down with me and sang to me for the first time in their tongue.

It was beautiful, dark yet soothing…a lullaby, as he stroked the wealth of my silken locks tenderly till I fell into my slumber with the lull of his dark melody…I-"

"Hold on" Kakashi stopped Itachi.

"Yes?" Itachi smiled.

"Wait! So these people who welcome or at least accept you guys in their territory send assassins?"

Itachi laughed at Kakashi's choice of words.

"Oh no. These were merely wondering, stray ex human abandoned by their masters…we have a lot of that I admit, what with most purebloods and their fickle interest" Itachi said.

"..."

"Abandoned immortal children were so many, much like those stray cats on the streets" Itachi added when Kakashi seemed a little confuse.

"Go on..."

"Yes, immortal children are plentiful, unwanted degenerate pets or slaves. However…It is unheard of back then for strays to attack purebloods or even show their presence to them.

It was utterly baffling why this group would attack us. It was an isolated incident Madara and Hashirama decided that time. After all…how could these weak pathetic creatures even think of standing up to the all powerful purebloods, everyone agreed.

I tell you this again, purebloods are arrogant and narcissist by nature, prideful and proud…as it is their strength and the most critical flaw.

I admit too, I would have been as proud and arrogant if not for that attack that almost killed Sasuke.

From it I learned of humility and respect. I learned that I do not know everything and I cannot know everything. I learned of forgiveness and mercy…for Hashirama could have struck me dead for that flat out defiance I showed Sasuke. But he did not.

And perhaps more than anything, I learned to cherish what I had and not curse for what I did not.

I could have lost Sasuke that night I know even if no one mentions it to me. A thought that terrifies me! Frightened me!

I cherished him more dearly than I had ever after that.

I forgive him of his wrongs, of what had happened in the past that could never be altered. And I stop thinking of Sakura but never Pein.

My poor lovely Pein...

I had stop blaming everyone for Sakura and accepted her leaving me as her choice.

My training with Madara resume quickly. He was more vicious than ever and I was more determined than I had ever been. I do not wish to be a burden.

I did not see Sasuke for a time, and I did not go looking for him.

Hashirama had entrusted his weak body to the coven of that area, where they would guard him beneath the earth as he sleeps, in the deepest of slumber likened death would last weeks, so that he may heal from that near lethal blow.

Then one night, over a month after the incident, he came back to me just when I was dozing off.

I was almost gone when I suddenly felt icy fingers brush my cheek, shocking me!

I gasped, my eyes shot open at once to the sight that had me almost leaping out of my skin!

'God!' I breathe.

My heart still drumming against my chest from the shock.

Sasuke!

Sasuke was hovering over me. His knees on either side of my body but not touching, a hand pressed against my pillow. I had not expected him or anyone in the room.

'What's the matter?' He teased, getting off me and to his feet. He was clad in a crimson coat with the standard white frilly shirt beneath that child his age wore; black shorts and leather boots.

I scrambled to get up, slipping off the bed at once. I was naked but I did not care.

I felt joy burst in my chest, happiness so overwhelming I could not speak as a smile bloomed over my lips. I could not stop smiling.

I had not seen him in so long. And here he is…in flesh and blood before me... Whole!

'Master…' I whispered, barely able to contain my joy as I drop to one knee, my head bow.

'Come to me. Don't be afraid' he said.

I did.

I lunged at him, gathering his tight in my arms, kissing his cheeks, his temple his lips lovingly, desperately.

He wrung his fingers in the wealth of my locks as I kissed him with all the passion I posses, pouring not just my joy, but my desperation, my loneliness, my everything to him!

'Forgive me…forgive me master…' I whimpered, through the heated kiss.

Lips caressing against lips, moulding, suckling and nipping in mounting need. Our fangs lengthened, slicing delicate flesh. Blood poured.

I moaned, tasting the sweetness of his blood on my tongue that drives me mad in bliss. My fingers swipe his features, twisting and gripping the short tuffs of his locks.

'Hush…shh…all is forgiven…'He moaned; his icy fingers kneaded over my bare chest, sending sweet tingle of pleasure fluttering through me as I tugged desperately at his clothes, working clumsily at his buttons.

We wanted this, needed this! I had never felt such a sudden burst of desperation and passion before! Such need! Such want! It was as if my body recognized him as my master, my love, my everything and needed the confirmation once again!

'Argh!' he screamed, shrugging off his coat impatiently. 'Clothes should be easy to get out off! What are these humans thinking!' He growled; pushing me roughly onto the bed, as his fingers went impatiently to the buttons of his shirt.

I laughed at his attics.

We made love that night, quick and rough, rutting like animals. We had no patience for foreplay that time, simply needing to feel the other after so long.

I trusted into the tightness of his heat making him groan and hiss; his fingers dug my back, clawing red, breaking skin, blood heightening our arousal.

'Is this all you've got!' He growled, urging me on.

He sank his fangs roughly into my neck as he clutch onto me as I sank my fangs into his, thrusting into the warmth of his heat over and over again as I drank in maddening passion until we spill forth our seed with a cry.

All of us left Amegakure the next night, packing those books I had yet to learn and giving the rest to the coven as a symbol of gratitude.

The four of us wondered from one place to the next. For years and years and years we travelled, moving from motels to motels, and sometimes staying with willing covens for years.

Some covens were alright. But I loathed those years in general. No…I abhorred it! Glad when we would move again and stayed on our own!

I would not say what happened to me. I never want to relive it again! Not to you or anyone! But all I could say is that in quite a number of those damnable covens I was used as nothing more than a sex doll! The lowest of the low!

Madara, Hashirama and Sasuke did nothing as I was abused! They could do nothing!

It was a widely accepted practice and to pity me would only sprout questions or worst!

You must understand that power is paramount in our world. And most times, brutality and power are seen to come hand in hand.

It is then that I learned just how lucky I was. How loved and adored I was.

Sasuke, Madara and Hashirama had care for be more kindly than most my kind had been treated.

In those dark years when we did stay with covens, I longed for the approaching dawn where I could return to the little chamber the four of us share, away from the others. There I would let myself go and they would sooth me, hidden from judging eyes.

And in those sweet moments of relief, I was secretly taught from poems to their art of war, military tactics to philosophy; from history to music to dances. I was especially keen to learn the violin, wanting to recreate Pein's lovely melody that I had loved so dearly.

I even studied the science, physics and chemistry you humans write which amusingly kept changing through time; disproving this and that I've learned and so must relearn again.

'Watch, observe and learn…' Madara often tells me.

Through the years we travelled and explored, I was taught a hundred languages, learn a hundred writings. I've seen ancient ruins no mortal had seen; explored tombs and read their stories from stone walls of ancient civilization with nothing more than a candle and understood them better than any human archeologist with their technology and research today.

I've run the vast land of Sunagakure, tumbling in the finest of their glittery soil with Sasuke and seen things no decent man was supposed to see. I've scaled the tallest of mountains with my bare hands and took the hand of a high ranked pureblooded female and made love to her with the moon as our witness.

I was trained to be a deadly killer, a shield, a sword to protect not just Sasuke but Madara and Hashirama too; my pureblood family.

I've proven Madara wrong that I…an immortal child could never match him in speed and strength. I did, I best even Hashirama when he took over my training much to his surprise.

I've slaughtered not one but three of the purebloods from one of the coven we stayed with in sheer fury once when they had tried to take me and beat me one too many times. I caused an uproar which my pureblooded family defended me and skip town that very same night. I was later punished severely for it.

Over the decades, one night blended in with the next...

I lost count of the years I lived, time having no meaning to me… and it is only in Sasuke that I truly noticed the years that had passed.

I do not know how I did not notice this before, but one day, I realized that Sasuke was almost my height though not quite the man he would surely be in time.

Through the decades, he'd grown taller and broader, more muscular, his voice darker and more sensual…no longer the child I knew. And though Sasuke grew, I did not. Nothing of me changes, not even the length of my tresses. And if I was to cut them, they would grow right back in a second. Not an inch shorter or longer.

I cannot change, like a doll; my appearance was immortalized in time.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Sasuke's growth was not so obvious.

Then one day Sasuke told me that he did not want to share a bed with me anymore. He wanted privacy!

'I am no longer a child. It's embarrassing to bed down with you'

His words wound me more than I dared to admit. For so many decades he had slept with me as if he was a part of me but I did not argue. I had longed accepted our difference in status and understood that it was odd for a teen pureblood that he is then to bed down with a slave or anyone for that matter, as if a child fearing nightmares.

Through those years he played a new game, he would pick out wealthy women on the streets and seduce her with all the skill he posses to make her fall for him totally before dispatching her violently to heaven or hell and come back to me with her jewels so I that can wear them with my gowns.

Oh yes…on some nights he put me in lovely luxurious gowns so that I could accompany him to balls one wealthy lord or the other threw as his lady.

No one could really tell that I was male anyway with the makeup and my slight form; torture device from hell, the corset to give me some slight curve. I would be rather flat still of course, but no decent gentlemen would comment on it.

And Madara and Hashirama were wrong on all accounts that the attack from that group of stray ex humans decades ago was an isolated incident.

Dead wrong!

I fought and slaughtered many of my kind though the decades. I felt no mercy for them, no compassion...For why should I when it is them who brought it upon themselves. Inviting death...

By mid eighteen century we were at the verge of war!

Though time, attacks became more and more frequent and deadly, credit to Sakura. Yes, the lovely Sakura. The Queen of the Damn she was soon called and known to all. Loved and adored. Worshiped and feared.

She was even indirectly the reason for that attack decades ago.

She had started the revolution even then, gaining support and numbers though almost two entire century. Her supporters were responsible for hundreds of deaths; burning of covens near dawn as how ours was burnt; slaughtering of child and female purebloods without prejudice or mercy and the burning of entire cities even, regardless of human lives if ever there was a large coven in the place. For the greater good they say...

Immortal children who would not fight were slaughtered too. Labelled as blood traitors! If you are not with them, you are against them.

Why no one did a thing while these were going on? I'll tell you why…Sheer foolish pride that's why.

It was out of sheer stubborn arrogance that the purebloods took so long to admit that things were getting bad! The utter refusal to believe that a measly creature could ever harm them!

Sakura's ideology may be suicidal, but a deadly one nonetheless. Inspiring abandoned ex-human to join dhampirs in slaughtering purebloods. They may not be as powerful, but immortal children alone not bothering to put dhampirs into count, their numbers were at least five times that of purebloods.

Those vengeful abandon immortal children would not stay put anymore! Would not be looked at as trash anymore! They do not fear death; do not care that they will die with their maker. They had lost everything when they were abandoned. They had nothing to lose anymore and all to gain.

More and more of them were trained by dhampirs for the sole purpose of butchering purebloods and given weapons to do so.

Purge the world of evil they say…I would call this karma actually…" Itachi said thoughtfully pausing for a moment.

Kakashi raise his brows.

"Whose side were you on?' Kakashi asked.

'Whose side?' Itachi mused. 'Ah…what are you thinking sir?"

"…"

"Let me guess. Perhaps you are thinking why I, being one of the most powerful immortal child, trained, taught and raised by two of the most influential and powerful purebloods ever lived whose said blood too run in my veins…would submit to these arrogant creatures who see me as nothing more than trash or toy?' Itachi smirk.

"…"

'Ah…indeed, whose side was I on? I who would be respected as I deserve, exalted even if I were to go to my own kind; did I betray my pureblood family who loved me but could not see me as equal? Cared for me more than was ever seen as proper or allowed but only when hidden from prying eyes? What do you think sir? Give a guess…"

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