In all of his four years of life, Itachi Uchiha could honestly say that he had never expected to meet anyone like him. His father had drilled it into his head that he was unique and a flame of hope in the skills and talent of their illustrious clan. He was a prodigy with near no equal with those within his generation, even Kakashi, the Hakate boy couldn't compare. He was already reaching his records at the age of four, and had activated his sharigan at age two. Because of this, Itachi had acknowledge that he would lead a lonely life. His father had praised this, and Itachi had secretly hated it, but accepted it with grudging defeat.
That had flown out the window the minute he met a little girl named Sakura with hair as pink as her namesake and eyes as green as the trees that surrounded the Village Hidden in the Leaves. He had hoped at the least to find an ally in the stranger from the outskirts of Fire, but he hadn't dare expect anything more than the girl he would have to compete against and destroy for the sake of his clan.
But, there was something incredibly kind in her towards him that she didn't not display to most others. She was a wary girl, full of mistrust and grief over the events that had happened to her. He dare not ask what exactly had had happened to her, for something told him that he could never handle to hear her pain, as much as he would want to ease her of it .She went out of her way to speak to him when the rest of the children they age ignored him in both awe and fear, even those within his own clan. And she was honest. She did not falter in either her way of striving to become a ninja for the Village or in her treatment of him. She was both on par and above him in many ways.
And because of that, Itachi was grateful for her presence, because she was a unexpected light in the somewhat dull and muted life he had always expected.
