A/N: Hey everyone, welcome back to The Crow's Atonement, because Chapter 3 is here.

Disclaimer: Like everybody else on fanfiction, I own nothing.

MR2: The dojo allows for the karate learned there to be used in a proper fight. Itachi wouldn't attend a simple, practice one.

Shinobi Hero: I was actually going to have Itachi replace Koji Koda. Between Anivoice and Pop Off, I'd rather lose out on the former. Also, I'd never miss out on the opportunity to have Itachi threaten him for perving over his sister.

"Standard" - Normal Speaking

'Italics' - Thoughts

"Bold" - Super Moves

(Yaoyorozu Manor - October 1, 2262)

Deflection of a snap kick to the chest, a jab to the kidneys was intercepted by a knee, the following arm sweep to the neck was blocked. Itachi moved to sweep Itsuka's legs out from underneath her, but she jumped and he had to duck underneath the aerial roundhouse kick.

As she landed, the orangette immediately rolled backwards to avoid the incoming dropkick, then sprang to her feet and caught a punch to the chest with her open palm.

Off to the left, a timer went off.

They disengaged from each other and then straightened up, bowing to one another.

With their spar over, Itsuka walked over to the timer and silenced it, then turned to Itachi and smiled, "That was a good spar. I still can't believe that we have our blue belts."

"Indeed it was. Hard to believe we started karate four years ago." Itachi agreed, taking deep breaths so he steady his breathing.

"Yeah, time flies," Itsuka replied, fingering the blue belt wrapped around her waist, "and next time we spar, I want you to use your quirk."

"Oh?" Itachi arched an eyebrow.

"I know you've spoken about what it can do, but I really want to see it in action." Itsuka explained.

The raven-haired boy nodded, "I'll use it next time we spar. Will you be using your quirk?"

"Do you really want me to punch you across the room?"

A masochist like Hidan would've said yes, but Itachi was smarter than that.

"...No."

Itsuka giggled, "Exactly, and I call first dibs on using the shower."

Itachi shrugged.

Giving him a fist bump, Itsuka walked over to the door and picked up a towel that was the exact same colour as her hair. She gave Itachi a questioning look, but when he mouthed 'Butler', she nodded, opened the door and walked off towards their showers.

'Well, that gives me at least twenty minutes to talk to Mo-chan.' Itachi thought.

He walked over to the timer, which went off again, and flicked a switch on the side from 'On' to 'Off'.

Setting it back down, Itachi walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, then navigated the various corridors and hallways until he made it to Momo's room.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in." Momo's voice said from the other side.

Itachi opened the door and found his twin kneeling on the floor, surrounded by a wide variety of objects. She pulled a yellow umbrella out of her shoulder and added it to the pile.

There was even a thick, grey vest that he didn't recognize at all.

"Mo-chan, are you hungry?" Itachi inquired, eyeing the objects Momo had created.

She nodded, getting to her feet and turning around to face him, "Peckish, I'll get something to eat in a bit, Ita-kun. How was your spar with Kendō-san?"

"It went well. She asked me to use my quirk next time we spar together." He stated.

Momo hummed, "Is that really fair? You'll practically be able to see her moves before she can actually do them."

Itachi shrugged, "That's just an extra challenge for her. What's with the grey, heavy-looking vest?"

"Oh, that's a ballistic vest."

"A what?"

Momo cocked her head to one side, "A piece of protective equipment that soldiers and specialist police officers wear. It reduces their chance of being grievously injured when shot by a bullet; although, given how criminals tend to favour their quirks over guns, these things are being used less and less."

Itachi nodded.

So it was essentially the flak jackets that shinobi who were ranked chūnin or jōnin wore, not that those things offered any actual protection and were more decorative in nature, but given how thick the ballistic vest looked, Itachi didn't doubt that they could stop shuriken and kunai.

"I've also been thinking about what you asked of me, about taking up karate." Momo added.

Itachi raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

Momo blushed lightly, looking away, "Well, um, we both already know that we want to go to UA High School and become heroes. I already have a good grip with Creation, but I think it would be beneficial to acquire another skill. Plus, I'm slightly envious of the things you can do."

"How long have you been thinking over this?" Itachi inquired.

"For about ten months, since you both attained your green belts. I just couldn't find the right time to tell you" Momo admitted.

"The fact that you took the time to think about it is enough."

His twin beamed, then appeared thoughtful, "Do you think Mother and Father will allow it?"

Itachi furrowed his brows, speaking carefully ,"I don't believe that Father will have any problem with it, but Mother may take issue if she sees that you attending karate classes causes significant disruption to your learning."

"Then I'll ensure my time if balanced between quirk practice, my studies and martial arts," Momo said, then her eyes sparkled, "Ita-kun, what day will we start? Will Kendō-san and Ojiro-san be coming with us? What are the instructors like? How many people will-"

"Mo-chan, please slow down, we haven't spoken to Mother and Father yet." Itachi cut in.

When Momo got excited and passionate about something, words tended to fly out of her mouth faster than Shisui could employ the Shunshin no Jutsu, and he often had to resist the urge to turn on the Sharingan so he could keep up with what she was saying.

Momo blushed and coughed, composing herself, "Sorry."

Itachi felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards, 'So cute.'

She blushed even harder when her stomach rumbled, indicating that she was hungry.

"I think I should hold off from working any further on Creation until I eat."

"Agreed," Itachi said, smiling softly, "After I've showered, would you like me to make you some chankonabe?"

Chankonabe was a heavy dish, at least by Japanese standards and was made from a variety of ingredients such as chicken broth, mirin - lighter than sake which was normally used - chicken, tofu and vegetables. It was normally eaten by sumo wrestlers, but with Momo, its high calorie and fat intake allowed her to recoup the fat used up when exercising with Creation.

Plus, mirin was an alcohol, although Momo didn't need to know that, otherwise she'd object to eating it and Itachi found it amusing to see their father constantly confused over who was drinking from his bottles.

Momo nodded eagerly, "Yes, please."

Itachi nodded, then left the room.

"So, Yaoyorozu-san, whenever you use your quirk, you have to eat that to... well, refuel?" Itsuka asked, looking at the bowl of food Itachi had made for his sister as she sipped her at steaming black coffee, while he himself ate a dish composed of cabbage, onigiri and seaweed.

He'd made enough food for Momo to feed two people and even though she'd already consumed half, she didn't look like she was about to slow down with the rest.

Momo paused briefly to wipe her mouth with a neatly folded napkin.

"That's correct. Employing Creation uses up a lot of my fat reserves, so I have to eat a considerable amount to regain the fat that I've lost," Momo said, "Savoury foods work just as well, if not better, but they'd give me diabetes and high blood pressure in the long run, so Father and Ita-kun proposed cooking healthier things like this."

Itsuka nodded, glancing at Itachi who ate measuredly, "When did you learn how to cook, Yaoyorozu-san?"

"After my eighth birthday, mainly because Father tries, but his cooking isn't the best. My quirk helps with memorizing recipes." Itachi answered.

"And your Copy Wheel Eye, it also has drawbacks as well, right?"

Itachi nodded, "Using it for too long results in headaches and migraines. The former are tolerable, but the latter aren't."

Itsuka winced as she drank the rest of her coffee, glad she didn't have to deal with the drawbacks that Momo's and Itachi's quirks had. With her quirk, Big Fist, overuse simply caused muscle cramps which went away after a few hours.

"Excuse me, Miss Kendō, would you like another black coffee?" A voice behind her asked.

Itsuka turned in her seat to answer the butler who'd spoken to her. He was an American man in his late forties with fair skin, a clean-shaven face and short, brown hair. He also wore a black suit over a while, collared shirt, black trousers and shiny, polished shoes, making him look like some sort of prestigious gentleman.

"No, thank you, Johnson-san."

The butler nodded, then looked at the raven-haired twins, "Mistress Yaoyorozu, Master Yaoyorozu, is there anything I may get for either of you?"

Momo swallowed down the next bite of her head, wiped her mouth and then shook her head, "No, but thank you for asking, Johnson-san."

"Thank you asking, Johnson-san, but I'm content with what I have." Itachi replied.

The rest of the meal was finished in a comfortable silence.

(Yaoyorozu Manor - October 8, 2262)

"W-Why did I agree to watch this? I'm going to have nightmares until I'm twenty." Mashirao whined, holding his hands against his face as he shook his head, tail curled up against his back.

Seated on the tailed boy's right, Itachi gave him a look and raised an eyebrow, while to his left, Itsuka and Momo glanced at each other in confusion.

"Ojiro-san," Momo started, amusement lacing her voice as she looked over at him, "you have absolutely no problem with watching The Terminator, but Terminator 2: Judgement Day is too scary for you?"

The blond nodded, "Robert Patrick is far more intimidating than Arnold Schwarzenegger, I don't know how, but he just is. Plus, the movie might be 271 years old, but the special effects hold up so well. The bit where the T-1000 thrashes around in the vat of molten metal and shifts through the various people it's transformed into is nothing but pure nightmare fuel."

"Ah, do you want the next movie to be something lighter?" Itsuka inquired, hiding a smile behind her hand.

"Yes, please. Anything but another Terminator movie. Hopefully you guys have something in mind." Mashirao said.

Momo hummed, "How about Back to the Future?"

"Star Trek into Darkness?" Itsuka suggested.

"Groundhog Day?" Itachi supplied.

"They're all really good films," Mashirao mused, stroking his chin, "but if I was to be stuck on an island with only one of them to keep and watch, I'd choose Back to the Future over the other two."

The other three nodded.

"Speaking of Terminator and Back to the Future, do you guys think quirks regarding time travel or the general manipulation of time exist?" Itsuka inquired after a moment of silence.

Momo chewed on her lower lip, "It's certainly possible. Assuming the capabilities followed the rules of time travel established in many science-fiction movies, they could change the past at will and we'd never know."

"There's already a highly prominent quirk user of spatial manipulation in Delaware, United States," Itachi spoke up, "and if space can be beholden to the whims of a quirk, then there's no reason why time can't be as well."

Mashirao cringed, "You guys have creeped me out. Let's watch Star Trek into Darkness instead."

(Maeko Yaoyorozu's Private Quarters - November 18, 2262)

A massive training opportunity, and the chance to receive a recommendation to UA High School, had recently come up for her son and Maeko would be a fool if she didn't seize it and let it slip from her grasp.

The news and the Hero Commission had confirmed, after numerous rumours by journalists, that All Might's sidekick, Sir Nighteye, the brains to the No. 1's brawn, had split from their partnership and formed his own agency in Tokyo.

It was known across Japan that All Might's former sidekick had a optical-based quirk, just like her son.

Although Itachi had made good progress with the Copy Wheel Eye, she hoped the pro hero would be able to help her son advance to levels only attainable under the guidance of a pro hero.

There was only so much Itachi could do on his own before his progression hit a dead-end, assuming it hadn't already.

Maeko smiled to herself and took out her phone.

She had a few calls to make, and first would be to a contact and friend of hers in the Hero Commission.

(Nighteye Agency, Tokyo - January 2, 2263)

"So, Itachi, you understand why you're here, yes?"

Itachi looked away from the five-story building to Maeko who was giving him an expectant look as she waited for him to answer.

"Yes, Mother. If I understand correctly, this is essentially a hero apprenticeship which will allow me to develop my skills and my Copy Wheel Eye, and if I impress Sir Nighteye enough, he'll recommend me to UA High School in around four years time." Itachi answered, his face perfectly blank and voice monotone.

His mother nodded, "Not many children get this opportunity, so don't waste it."

"Yes, Mother."

"Good, your father will be picking you up at 7pm." Maeko said as Itachi nodded, undid his seatbelt and got out the car.

On one hand, Itachi was grateful because it meant he'd be able to advance his Sharingan and gain the second tomoe in both eyes, since his attempts to progress his quirk had hit a roadblock - Itsuka was a great sparring partner, but she lacked the skill to push his underdeveloped eyes to their limits - but on the other, he was slightly annoyed since this apprenticeship of sorts would cut down on the time he could spend training and sparring with Momo, Itsuka and Mashirao.

Waiting for him outside the agency were two individuals; one male and one female.

The male was a tall and thin, with the head of a brown centipede, dressed in all black and had a scarf that looked like a centipede wrapped around his neck.

Any other child would've found his appearance revolting, but Itachi knew Kisame, and compared to the shark-like member of the Akatsuki, this guy wasn't entirely extraordinary; positively plain in comparison.

The female was a whole foot shorter than the male, also slim and had short, green hair. She was dressed in a grey, diamond patterned shirt and jeans, and wore sunglasses over her eyes. Her wide smirk made it seem like she was ready to eat Itachi alive.

Walking up to them, Itachi stopped and bowed.

"I'm Yaoyorozu Itachi, it's a pleasure to meet the both of you." He said.

The man with the centipede head bowed back, "The pleasure is all ours, Yaoyorozu-san. Please, just call me Centipeder."

The female cocked her head to one side, "So this is the brat we get to abuse for nearly four years, huh? Call me-" she lifted her glasses to reveal completely grey eyes, "-Medusa."

She'd already had Itachi on edge the moment he saw her, but now he was glad he'd listened to his instincts and looked away from her sunglasses as she spoke. If her name was any indication of her quirk, meeting her gaze would turn him to stone.

Itachi had no intention of becoming a stone statue.

He stared at Medusa's abdomen, then shifted his gaze to the pavement as she squatted to try and meet his eyes.

"Stop harassing the young man, Medusa. Put your sunglasses back on." Centipeder ordered.

Itachi refused to look up, even when he noticed that Medusa's legs had straightened. He kept his gaze focused solely on the pavement until he heard the shifting of sunglasses being moved, follow by Centipeder speaking.

"It's safe to look now, Yaoyorozu-san."

He raised his head and met Centipeder's eyes, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Come on, let's get you inside." Itachi followed the duo into the five-story building. First, they led him to a receptionist who noted down his name, age, quirk and occupation - that was listed as student/apprentice - then they led him to over to a door, large enough for someone like Centipeder to walk through, and Medusa knocked on it.

"Come in." A monotonous voice came from the other side.

Medusa opened the door and turned to Itachi, gesturing for him to enter, "Ladies first."

Itachi gave her an unamused look, but walked through the door anyway.

Stood in-front of a desk was Sir Nighteye himself. He was way taller than the average man, though he was a couple of inches shorter than Centipeder, had a lean build and possessed long, sharp facial features. His green hair was shiny, smoothed down, mostly parted to the left and had a couple of yellow streaks. Behind the triangular lenses of his glasses were strikingly bright-yellow eyes.

His whole attire made him look like the average Japanese man; incredibly normal and unintimidating if one looked past the lankiness, and the dozens of All Might posters around the room gave him heavy fanboy vibes, but the glare on his face spoke volumes about his clear and weighty aura of authority and power.

Clearly, this wasn't a man who would tolerate somebody stepping out of line.

"You're Yaoyorozu Itachi, yes?" He asked.

"Itachi nodded, "Yes, Nighteye-sensei."

His yellow eyes flickered to one side, "I trust Medusa didn't give you any trouble?"

"She tried to entrap me with her quirk," Itachi stated, "I quite appreciate not being turned into a stone statue."

"Yes, that would be troublesome indeed. Now, I'm going to need you to do one thing before I take you on as an apprentice." Sir Nighteye said. He took out a small bell with string attached out of his pocket and tied it to his belt.

'A bell test?' When Itachi was a member of the Akatsuki and he'd infiltrated Konoha alongside Kisame on a hunt for Naruto, he recalled citizens muttering about how Hatake Kakashi had employed a bell test for his little brother's Genin test.

Behind him, he heard Medusa mutter, "Oh yeah, he's screwed."

Centipeder grunted, "Don't count him out already. This young man could surprise you."

Sir Nighteye's glare seemed to intensify, "So, what you're going to do is use your quirk and take this bell from me within thirty minutes. If you can't do that, then I won't be taking you on and you'll be going back home."

"Understood, Nighteye-sensei." Itachi replied, rummaging through his brain for any possible jokes he could tell.

Mirai didn't know what to think of the boy when he first saw him. He could see that the boy didn't look all that impressed by the All Might posters and despite his short stature, he'd carried himself with confidence that few, if any, ten year olds had. Those dark eyes were also scanning over his form, looking for potential weaknesses to take advantage of.

Any other ten year old would've charged him right away, but Itachi was taking his time, circling around him.

He was smart and Mirai was starting to like him already, though he hadn't approached him yet and time was running down.

He watched as the young man's eyes flickered from black to red, narrowing his eyes as red met his own yellow ones, 'That must be his quirk. What did the Hero Commission call it, the Copy Wheel Eye?'

Knowing he was more than skilled enough to handle anything Itachi threw at him, Mirai didn't bother adopting a fighting stance as the young man approached, closing the distance between them.

He slapped away the flying kick aimed at his eyes, then shifted his hips as Itachi landed and lunged at the bell. The boy flew past him and Mirai kicked him in the back, sending him tumbling forwards, dropping to the floor and getting back up in a roll.

Mirai approached, striding like a man with purpose and threw a punch as Itachi settled into a fighting stance.

The boy knocked his hand aside and Mirai blinked as Foresight activated, turning his eye colour from yellow to purple and turning everything within the iris to an odd pattern that looked like the internals of a clock with four protrusions at 3 o'clock, 6 o'clock, 9 o'clock and 12 o'clock.

Mirai watched himself from a third-person perspective as Itachi constantly attacked him, trying everything he could to get the bell. Even trading blows and taking a punch while trying to grab at the bell. Despite that, the thirty minute timeline would expire, but intrigued by the boy's quirk and what it could do, Mirai would take him on anyway.

The following strip showed Itachi alongside a pink-skinned and pink-haired girl with dark eyes and horns. They fought in tandem within a dark, narrow corridor, the former throwing shuriken while the latter threw acid from her hands at a muscular boy in a yellow jumpsuit and a redhead wearing baggy pants, a wired faceguard and dark red, gear-shaped shoulder pads. Acid struck the redhead who closed his eyes and opened his mouth, presumably to yell out in pain. Itachi ran forwards, vaulted over the redhead, using his shoulders to launch himself forwards and boot the boy clad in the jumpsuit in the face.

Another film strip replaced that one and Mirai found himself watching another point of Itachi's life. In this one, he saw Itachi fighting alongside a man who dressed and carried himself like a homeless person, surrounded by villains armed with swords, knives and their quirks, all the while watched by a young, blue-haired man with a hand grasping his face while a hulking monster stood next to him. A few seconds passed, then the blue-haired man charged towards the homeless man who turned and ran to meet him head-on.

The next film strip showed Itachi in a stadium filled to the brim with thousands of spectators. He was fighting a green-haired boy with cyan-coloured lightning crackling around him. They clashed and traded blows at blinding speed. The green-haired boy attacked with power and speed, but he couldn't overcome Itachi's precision and technique as the raven-haired boy got within his guard and delivered a heavy blow to his solar plexus.

Yet another strip of film came along. This one showed Itachi stood next to a boy with a bird's head, a shadow beast wrapped around the latter like a cloak, an unconscious boy with completely black skin in its left hand, while a girl in a red, dress-like outfit was held in its right hand, also unconscious. The environment around them was completely covered by mushrooms lit up by black flames as the red, skeletal spectre which surrounded them faded away. Stood opposite the duo was a girl with orange hair and an enlarged right hand, although there was an unconscious raven-haired girl and a massive cannon held close to her by metal cables, and a boy with a speech bubble for a head.

Mirai had seen enough to know what needed to be done, though he'd go along with the test. Keeping the boy within his eyesight, besides a brief moment where he allowed the boy to escape his view and cause Foresight to shutdown, and dodging whenever he got too close or deflecting kicks to the head, all seen by his quirk, he allowed the time to run down.

"Alright, you're thirty minutes is up." He announced, watching the flicker of disappointment within the young man's eyes as they shifted from red to black.

He heard Centipeder let out a hum of disappointment, while Medusa simply snorted, brushing back her green hair, "Poor kid. He tried so hard, but I guess he's going home."

"On the contrary, Yaoyorozu-san will not be leaving," Mirai said, enjoying the looks of surprise on the faces of his sidekicks, "I've seen this young man's future and I'd be a fool to let him go. You'll be my apprentice-of-sorts for the next four years, but I'm going to require you to answer this question. Why do we smile?"

"To warm the hearts of others and ourselves, and because a world without smiles isn't worth living in." Itachi answered, thinking about the likes of Shisui and Naruto.

Mirai nodded, "Good answer. Now, let's get you settled in and then we can begin training and refining your quirk."

"Thank you. And if I may, Nighteye-sensei, pinch yourself, hard enough to cause pain."

It was an odd request, and if it was Itachi's idea of a joke, then it was very strange and not at all funny, but Mirai didn't see any harm in going against it so he pinched the skin on the back of his hand.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened, but when he glanced at Itachi's right hand, he noticed a small, spherical ball was held within it and it made a slight twinkling noise as he moved his hand.

The green-haired man blinked once.

Twice.

He felt for the bell that he'd tied around his belt, only to find nothing but string hanging from his belt.

'Oh? He bypassed my Foresight?'

Questioningly, Mirai raised an eyebrow at Itachi who tossed the bell back at him. He caught the bell, pocketed it, then asked, "Interesting. So not only can your Copy Wheel Eye allow you to predict the movements of others and perfectly copy their movements, but you can also cast illusions. How humorous. I must ask; however, when did you take the bell from me?"

"Eight minutes into the test. Itachi replied, "At 7 minutes, 52 seconds you didn't maintain eye contact with any part of me, something which I assume allows your quirk to function, and you reacted ever so slightly slower than beforehand. It also helped that via the eye contact we had at the start of the test, I was able to layer an illusion to throw off your perception of time by half a second. Your reflexes are incredibly fast, so it required you making a mistake."

"Your quirk file doesn't mention being able to cast illusions." Mirai stated, simultaneously thinking, 'Impressive, he figured out how Foresight works.'

"It's something I only recently discovered a couple of months ago," Itachi lied, "if you'd like to update it, then please, go ahead."

Mirai nodded, "Very well. Hatakaze-san, please show Yaoyorozu-san to the guest room and if he's hungry, get him something to eat."

Medusa giggled and skipped over to Itachi, who looked incredibly wary as she wrapped an arm around his neck as if they were long-time buddies and dragged him out of the room, "Come on, kid, let's get you something to eat. You must be starving after fighting with the boss."

"I'm not hungry."

"Nonsense," Medusa chirped, "the boss likes cuisine from around the world, so you'll have so much to choose from. Chinese, Korean, English, Italian, Turkish, you name it!"

Just before he was pulled past the door and out of sight, Itachi sent him a look that said, 'You're leaving me alone with this madwoman? Save me.'

Centipeder twitched, "Sir... should I go and make sure they don't kill each other?"

"Please," Mirai deadpanned, knowing Medusa was going to give him a lot of headaches, now that she had an 'eyeball quirk buddy', "I'd highly appreciate it."

Centipeder nodded and quickly followed them.

Plus, either of them dying would result in the potential shutdown of his new agency and paperwork that he didn't need, on top of the paperwork he already had, and if Itachi were to die, and Mirai knew the saying: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

A/N: And that's Chapter 3 for you guys. Momo wants to start training in martial arts, Sir Nighteye gets a glimpse into Itachi's future and thanks to his mother, Itachi becomes Sir Nighteye's apprentice so he can improve his Sharingan and get a recommendation to UA.