AN: This is an Itachioc fan fiction.
YeHua means wildflower in Chinese.
Wild Flower Blooms with Blood
Ch 1
There was a crash. Ceramic plates and bowls flew threw the air, landing with an ear-piercing sound as they splattered onto the cement ground. "Sorry!" apologized a fifteen year old girl as she bowed down to the source of the wreckage. Her grandfather bent down next to her.
A chubby man dressed in expensive clothing stared down at them. "I tell you this, YeHua," he threatened and bent down so his twisted face was inches from YeHua. "You have such a pretty face…"
YuHua looked up at him in fright. "Thank…thank…you," she stammered, hoping that the man will cease his stares.
"Now," the man cleared his throat, "I will make a deal with you. I, the nobleman will give you one more month to pay your rent for the pathetic shop."
"One month!" shouted YeHua's grandfather. He attempted to stand up, but the nobleman kicked him in the ribs. YeHua's grandfather was sent back to the ground in a fit of coughs.
"You filthy old man!" cursed the nobleman, "Due to your insolence, I have the power to change my mind about the gracious deal we worked out."
"No," protested YeHua, "Please sir, we need this shop. My parents died when I was only a toddler. All me and my grandfather have now is this."
"Hmm…" the man thought for a second, stroking his hairy chin. "I will not take back my gracious offer. Instead, if you don't pay rent, I will force you to marry my son."
YeHua's grandfather was about to say something to protest, but YeHua quickly bowed and whispered, "Yes."
At Night
"Granddaughter…" whispered the old man feebly. His wrinkled hands waved for YeHua to come near his bed. YeHua edged closer to the edge of her grandfather's. "YeHua, my time is get shorter each day now."
"Grandpa…no!"
"Hush my child…" soothed the old man. "I'll live through right now. What I am saying is that what will you do when I'm gone?"
"Grandpa," said YeHua, determined. "You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself. You just rest and not worry about me."
Her grandfather closed his eyes. "I'm happy to hear that YeHua."
YeHua waited until her grandfather breath became even, indicating that he was asleep. She put on a ragged overcoat to protect her from the harsh weather outside. She tiptoed past the counter where she sold medicine to people with her grandfather. They were consider a poor family in the snow village, but YeHua knew that there were people far more poor then them, so she would always give away free medicine to the people who desperately need them. Due to their generosity, they didn't have enough money to pay for their rent. Therefore, she had to think of a way to make more money. She walked past stores after stores all with a sign that said, "Closed", hanging on the doors. It didn't surprise YeHua much because villagers of the Snow where mostly honest people who don't go to bars at night. Yet today, YeHua wished that there would be at least one bar open and would hire her. After a few hours of exploring the village, YeHua was exhausted. There was no stores open what so ever in the village. Tears frozen in her eyes as she walked home. If she doesn't find a job soon, her only destiny would be to marry the rent collector's son who she predicted wouldn't be much different from his father. As YeHua trudged bare feet through the snow covered streets closer to her home, a patch of ice hid under the layers of snow. Because of her deep contemplation about her problem, YeHua didn't notice it. With a yelp, she slid and fell into an alley.
YeHua sat up, brushing snow out of her eyes, and clutching to her bare coat. Even though her feet was used to the cold, but her body wasn't. She was about to stand up when blaring music filled her ears. The slip had carried her into an ally that she had never been to before. She looked around and to her surprise; there was a door with an open sign, hanging on it. Her glee made her push open the door without thinking was could be behind it.
The music stopped. Men sitting together stopped the activities that they were currently engaging in and looked at her. What an awkward situation, an innocent girl standing in front of a bunch of either drunk or high men. Two figures at the corner of the room shifted. They were wearing long robes with red clouds stained on it. In an instant, they were near YeHua. "Well, well, well, little girlie, why don't you come and have a drink with us," demanded one with bluish skin. He grinned, showing his teeth. Never had she seen such jagged teeth. The other man rose his hand to stop the teeth man.
"Kisame," he stated in a firm voice and low voice.
The teeth man named Kisame stepped back as though he was scared of the other red eyed man. YeHua couldn't understand why. For, Kisame looked larger and stronger then the red eyed man. Also, Kisame had a scary, big knife strapped to his back.
"What do you want?" asked the red eyed man. His voice had a commanding tone to it. Despite of his features, YeHua could tell that if she didn't tell him, then… She couldn't bring herself to finish her thought.
"I…" she whispered.
"Speak up," demanded the red eyed man. His eyes seemed to glow.
"I want to find a job!" said YeHua as quickly as possible. Those eyes were too intimidating. Roar of laughter arose. YeHua looked up. Almost every single person in the bar was laughing at her, excluding the red eyed man. A person from the counters walked up to her. He looked like he was the owner of the bar.
"I have never seen a feebler girl than you walk into my place," he said. YeHua looked sad; she wasn't going to get a job. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Welcome to the club!" greeted the man. "I'm the owner of this dump. I'll see you every night from 11PM to 6AM. 8 dollars an hour, does that seem fair to you?"
YeHua couldn't be happier. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
"Ok, its late, a girl like you shouldn't be out after 12 and before 6. Oh yes, call me Hiake." he said. He had a friendly smile on his face.
YeHua bowed to everyone as she ran back to her home.
The Bar
Itachi sat back down with Kisame. "Give me the picture," he commanded.
Kisame took out a picture from his pocket. On it showed a young girl who looked around fifteen with white hair and blue eyes. "That's was that girl just a few minutes ago!" yelled Kisame.
Itachi's glare told him to be quiet. "Yes," stated Itachi simply, hoping that his slow partner would understand.
AN: First chappie done! Yeah! Don't worry Icy Hearts fans. I won't forget you guys!