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Guest: I'm glad you like the story ;) Thanks for letting me know what you think. I know, she is kinda pathetic and whiny, but that's where she can develop. I had to give her flaws to make her more realistic. Did you notice a change in her personality last chapter? As for Itachi, I did mention before all of the sexual abuse started, they were close. She loved him more than anything. She felt like he truly loved her...along came Sasuke and that kind of changed. As shown in previous chapters, she resents him. But in the future, I'm going to go into why it all started...hopefully it'll make at least some sense. As for her strength, she will get stronger in the future. She'll be training with a certain someone...as for the baby, well, you'll see. I'm going to try my best to develop her, but mind you I am not an expert, I merely a beginner. I still have A LOT to learn...also, as I've said before, I purposely left out their ages...you decide how old...

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I could not have gotten out of that place fast enough. Everything she said from that point on, everything was blank. Everything was like a giant black hole and I was getting sucked up into it.

Kakashi stared after me, his eyes swarming with questions. I didn't want to face him right now. I couldn't face him right now.

Baby...You and your baby...

You and your baby...

Baby...

That was the word that could never escape my mind after she said those words. Every moment from then on, was frozen in time. Baby...a baby. My baby...his baby. I was carrying a child. I was pregnant...with Itachi's child.

I was carrying his child.

Itachi's child.

Aniki's child.

I couldn't process anything right.

All I could think about was the new life growing inside of me.

And I was terrified.

I knew nothing about being pregnant. Sure, I'd seen pregnant woman here and there walking around the village, their baby bumps all shapes and sizes, but I didn't know a thing. I barely remember mother being pregnant with Sasuke...

But I remember Miyumi's mother being pregnant, how large her belly had grown. Sometimes, We'd press our hands against her stomach to feel the baby moving. That thought both fascinated and terrified me. What did it feel like, knowing you were responsible for another life? Knowing that you were carrying a child? A child made from your blood, someone else's blood.

What good would this child do? Would it help me, would it bring me to my knees? I didn't know. I was terrified. I couldn't have this baby...his baby.

But I can't lie and say that I've never dreamed about being a mother. I loved the idea of it. Holding a baby in my arms, sharing his or her's first moment of life together. Looking into their large, innocent eyes that would never know sin such as I. I would hold her close when she would cry during storms, I would stroke his hair as he slept peacefully in slumber.

I dreamed about motherhood, about marriage as so many other girls did. I would be happily married to the one I loved and adored, even though he's caused me more torment than even hell knows.

But I never imagined having to have one this way. Having my Aniki, the man I loved more than life itself do nothing but use me as his little toy, that he could use and abuse whenever he wanted. He'd use me to pleasure him, but aside that he never gave me the time of day. And he'd fill my head up with lies, with complete nonsense that he loved me above all, that he'd always love me. But it was all lies. It was false. It got to a point where I didn't believe a word he said, not to me, not to anybody.

And now he's gone off and killed the clan like it was nothing to him, and he left me with his child growing inside of me.

I couldn't take this.

I couldn't have this baby. I couldn't handle looking into the eyes of my son, and seeing Itachi reflected in them. I didn't want my daughter running up to me, asking who her father was. I couldn't handle it.

What will the village think? I know they would pass judgement on me, carrying the baby of a killer. What would Tobi-sensei think? It would get in the way of my training, and he wouldn't be to pleased. I still had a lot to learn if I ever wanted to be strong.

This baby would get in the way of that.

But when I thought of it...I couldn't kill my baby. He was mine. This was a life growing inside of me, a life that Itachi and I created. I remember my mom telling me that there was no stronger love, the love a mother had for her child. Children were meant to save a mother from themselves. Then it came to me, a vision of my son or daughter being placed into my arms. He were so small, so tiny and fragile, being new to the world. But he was meant to be in my arms. I would run my fingers along his small face, taking in the beauty of the fragile infant. He had a head full of raven hair, so soft of silk it would slip through my fingers as I ran my hand through the dark locks.

And he would open those eyes, those large, beautiful grey eyes. They were a reflection of my own, only they knew nothing of pain, of suffering. They would forever hold that innocence, that light in those eyes. They would be the light to shine away my darkness, my anchor to a storm. And he would see my scars, and embrace them.

He would love me the way I loved him.


It was late at night when I went to the forest.

I was hoping he would be there.

He was.

He sat leaning against a tree, looking at the moon. It seemed as if he were waiting. He turned to me, his one visible eye gleaming.

"It's been awhile, Akmei-san." He said in his smooth voice.

I looked away, feeling ashamed all of a sudden of being in his presence. He eyed me up and down, seemingly calculating what to say next. I swallowed.

"In your current condition, it'd be best that we not train." He said, shocking me. How did he know about the child I was carrying? The only people who were aware of the baby was the nurse and Kakashi, and they had both said they would not tell anyone. I already had enough to bare on my shoulders, the last thing I needed was the village's judgement.

He read my confusion. "I can sense the chakra of the child. Small, but it's developing. Looks like Itachi-san forgot what...'protection' is, ne?"

I hadn't understand what he had meant by that, but I stayed silence regardless.

It suddenly registered in my brain. Why did he have that mask? From what I could see from the one visible eye, he had the sharingan...he was an Uchiha. What was left of the Uchiha anyway...

Who was he? And if Itachi killed everyone, why was he still alive? And how did he know Itachi?

"In case you're wondering who I am Akemi-san, that is a question only time will tell." He murmured quietly. The wind tousled his short, unruly locks. Tobi-sensei was truly mystery.

"We will resume training after you give birth to the child." There was so many questions swirling in my head, but I couldn't comprehend them. Something didn't seem right here.

"But if I were you, I'd be careful with who I would tell the news of that baby to," He said, turning around to look at me, a red gleam in his eye. "Because some secrets are best left buried."


The next day, Kakashi came to my home, saying how the Third would like to see me. I knew this couldn't be good. I didn't want to hear speeches and be pitied about how sorry they were for my loss. What loss?

He lead me to the Hokage tower, and of course I got glances from nearby villagers. When we got there, the Hokage sat in his chair, his chin resting on his hands. His eyes met mine, and he gave a nod to Kakashi who was about to leave, until I stopped him. Seemingly surprised, Kakashi slowly came back in and closed the door, before standing in a corner.

"Ohayo, Akemi-san." He said as I sat in the chair in front of his desk. "How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Ah, I see." It was silent as I avoided contact. I looked at the floor and he looked over my shoulder. Kakashi had his face buried in a book. Finally, he spoke again.

"So, Akemi-san, The nurse who gave you a checkup came and saw me this morning. She told me some...very interesting things about what happened..." So the nurse had gone behind my back and told. Who could I really trust?

"And what would those things be?" I wasn't nervous. I had hope that the third wouldn't do anything to me. He was a kind old man who cared for Konoha, he would never do anything to hurt anybody.

"While she was examining you, she noticed...quite a few things. There were multiple bruises on your lower body. There were scars on your arms, and there were sings of..." His tone sounded uncomfortable, as he looked me in the eye. I couldn't look away.

"And what does that mean, Hokage-sama?" I felt a tug of satisfaction, toying with him like this. I was in charge for once.

He sighed, before saying. "Meaning you may have been...sexually abused"

Silence.

"Akemi-san...has anybody ever...touched you in a way that's made you feel uncomfortable?"

It did no good, dragging this conversation out. My head was starting to hurt, nausea was threatening to rise in my throat. Should I tell him? What good would it do? He couldn't prevent me from ever being harmed again like he couldn't prevent the villager's torment of Naruto.

But I didn't want to have to be there long. The more I spoke of it, the more memories came back.

There was no point of hiding it from him.

"To be honest Hokage-sama...I can't even really pinpoint when it started."

"When what started?" He asked, the atmosphere growing more tense and tense.

"When Itachi started..." I couldn't find the words to say. The moment I said Itachi's name, the Third immediately tensed up, his eyes ready to pop out of his sockets. I knew what he was thinking? How could Itachi Uchiha, one of the youngest, strongest and gentle ninjas he'd ever met do such a horrendous act? It was unbelievable...

He breathed. "Continue."

I did.

"I think we were both to young to understand what it meant. Or at least I was. Itachi was the Uchiha's prodigy after all. He was so perfect, he could never do no wrong in anybody's eyes. Not father's, not mother's, not the clan's, not even me. He told me he wanted to try something when he came in my room that night. It was a storming outside anyways, and I didn't want to be alone.

"It started of light at first...just touching. At first they were soft, but soon his hands were everywhere. All over me...then he took his hand, and he put it..." It was hard for me to finish that sentence. The third grew more and more horrified as I went on.

And when I was done, it felt like I could breath. Like I had been holding that in so long, I couldn't breath anymore. It felt somewhat refreshing. I looked into Sarutobi's eyes, to see millions of emotions swirling in them. Shock, awe, disbelief...

After a long while, the third spoke, his voice quiet. "I...I sincerely apologize for what you went through. I had no idea that he would...do such horrendous things." He sighed, his forehead resting on his hand.

Neither did I.

A long period of unsettling silence.

Finally, once again, Sarutobi took a breath. "Misora-san also brought something to my attention, Akemi-san." My heart began to race, although I had a feeling of what it was.

"She told me you were carrying a child." The look in his eyes matched his grim tone of voice. I couldn't think of anything to say. We both knew it was the truth, there was nothing I could do to change it.

"But I will give you a choice," he began. "One, I will talk to Misora-san and see about getting an abortion." My heart sunk at that word, and I placed a hand on my stomach. "Or, we can give the baby to a nice fami-"

"I want to keep my baby." I blurted out, silencing him. Kakashi peeked over at me from behind his book. The third looked at me with that look in his eyes. He sighed, placing a hand on mine.

"Akemi-chan, I know this is your choice, but taking care of a baby is very hard work. Especially for someone your age." He said.

But this was something Mother had been teaching me. I knew how to cook, how to clean. I helped take care of Sasuke, when he was still in diapers. I helped Miyumi watch her little sister. I may have been young, but those are the kind of skills the clan woman drill into a young girl's head as she gets older. Age didn't take away knowledge.

"I know, Hokage-sama." I placed a hand on my stomach, rubbing it. It felt warm, and I could feel a small flare of chakra. "But I want my child. I could never live with myself if I just gave him away so easily. I will do my very best to protect him and raise him. You have my word."

After a moment of silence, he spoke. "Very well, Akemi-san. But with great will, comes sacrifice. I will do what I can to support you,but it is for the best, that nobody knows about this child. It would only cause trouble, and if any enemies of Konoha or Uchiha were to discover this, you and the child can be put in danger."

I nodded.

I knew for a fact, if Konoha were to know about my child, they would pass judgement. And that was something that was the least of my concerns. Let them think what they want, no matter what this child'a affect on Konoha is, I was going to protect him.

If not from Konoha, then from the 'father' himself.

(*~Line~*)

The cave was filled with absolute darkness, as the lone figure stood.

The moon embraced the darkness, with it ominous pure glow. His one red eye gleamed, before turning to head back into the cave's darkness.

He stared at the body, laid out across the ground. The skin of the human was a ghastly white, but slowly was the skin gaining color.

The figure knelt down to place a hand on the chest. A slow beat. Another slow beat. A faster one, a perfect harmony of beats.

Scarlet eyes sprung open, as life radiated from it's previous corpse. The human took a deep breath, their skin now a soft, creamy pale complexion. The body came to life as it sat up, breathing rapidly. Scarlet eyes flickered around, to only see the light of the moon, but above all, darkness.

The figure smiled behind his mask. The scarlet irises spun, as they turned to look at it's savior.

"Do you hate me for bringing you back?" He asked in a low tone.

Air seemed to cease through the second figure's lungs, as after a matter of seconds, his breathing calmed as he placed a hand on his chest. Finally, he spoke in a dead, raspy voice.

"Yes."

(*~Line~*)

Sasuke's chest rose and fell in a slow, steady pace as he slept. As peaceful as his slumber seemed, I could tell by the way his face was scrunched up in that of torment, he was haunted by the demons that serve as our predators in our nightmares.

"He should be waking up soon, he's been out for weeks." The kindly nurse from behind me said, coming up to place a hand on my brother's forehead. "Poor thing, he was so traumatized."

"Some more than others." I mumble under my breath.

The nurse left the room, and I traced my finger on the his soft, pale skin. I wondered how Otouto would react, that he was to be an uncle. Would he be happy, would he be angry. But in all, maybe this child could serve as a form of redemption. Now that our family was gone, Sasuke could have something to look forward to, he could be a figure in his life. My child would have someone to look up to, if not a brotherly figure.

Sasuke's skin was so pale. So white, it put the purest snow to shame. He looked as if he were tired in slumber, a warrior who's been scarred with the misfortunes of life, hanging on a thin string of fate.

I placed my fingers on his forehead, and his cold as ice skin grew warmth as his eyes flickered open. They were large, wide, and afraid. He jumped up, looking around, panting.

His eyes met mine and they darkened. "W-why are you here?" He gasped out. His voice was low and cold, but not enough to send shivers down my spine. Not in the way Itachi's would...

"Is that all you have to say, Sasuke? I've been worried sick about you." He glared at me. Of all the people he chose to be angry at, why was it me? I was not responsible for the mental scars Itachi had given us both.

"Itachi-he...he said that you...that he..." He shut his eyes, as if trying to keep them from crying. I halfheartedly placed a hand on his back. He shoved away from my touch. His eyes were moist, but the tears wouldn't fall.

"Otouto..."

"Get away from me! How could you have the nerve to show your face after what you did with him?" His eyes were filled with anger and disgust, as if I were some leech trying to latch onto his skin.

"Sasuke, I don't-"

"Don't lie to me!" He cried, turning and burying his face in his hands. "Ita- That bastard showed me what you did! He told me how much you enjoyed what he did to you, and that's wrong. You disgust me!"

Then I felt angry. Not just at Itachi, but at Sasuke as well. So besides the fact that once again, Itachi twisted things around, and Sasuke believed him? Did he not see it? Yes it was wrong, yes I was forced to do it, but did I enjoy it? No.

Taking a deep breath, I clenched my fist in order not to send it against his face. I was getting angry, and usually Sasuke didn't really bother me. What was so different now?

"I may 'disgust' you...be that as it may, Sasuke, I am the only family you have left." For now...

His glare was so heated, it felt as if the room were to be set ablaze.

"One of your biggest flaws, Otouto, is how gullible you are." His eyes narrowed, if possible. "You put our brother so...high on a pedestal, that you can never see through his lies, no matter how promising they were."

"He is not my brother!"

"You may think in spirit, no. But by blood, Itachi will always be our older brother, no matter how much you seemingly hate him now." I said. I thought it was funny. Our brother turns around and kills our family, now all of a sudden it's okay for Sasuke to hate him. As if that were enough for me.

"I hate him! He will never be my brother again after what he did to them!"

"What he did to them, or to you?" He looked away, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Tell me Sasuke...what exactly did he do to you?"

If looks could kill, I'd surely be dead. "What do you mean what did he do? He killed the entire clan! Just because he wanted to test his 'limits! And he made me watch!" His voice cracked, he was close to breaking.

"The thing you fail to understand Sasuke, is that Itachi has always had a way of telling false promises. How is it now, that he's done something that makes you unhappy, that you actually believe him? When he would tell you 'Maybe some other time', did you still have your faith in him?" His silence was all I needed.

"Itachi always had a facade. One around me, one around everybody else. And one around you. Be glad you got the lesser of the two."

I saw a glimpse of red in those midnight eyes. "Just go away! I don't care what you say, Itachi Uchiha is dead to me! I hate him! And if you're going to defend him, I hate you too!"

Why did it suddenly have an impact? "I can't control your emotions, Sasuke. But since you hate the both of us, then you'll hate the child as well..." I placed a hand on my stomach. His eyes widened.

Suddenly, the nurse came in. "Oi, Akemi-san, since Sasuke-kun is awake, we're going to need to run tests on him. I'm afraid visiting hours are over."

"I was just leaving..." Taking one last glance at the horrified Sasuke, I left.

Maybe it was best to keep the child a secret after all.

It wasn't fair for my child to be tainted by the sins of this family.


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