This story is a work of my imagination.

I do not own Naruto.

Just to be clear, Itachi is 9 years old while Sasuke and Sakura are 4 years old.

Summary: Two strangers stumbled upon each other on a cloudy day. Somehow, One ended up helping the other. Is that all? Nah. Boy did they know that they are curious about each other. Non-Massacre. Childhood oneshot.

Weasel And Lost Angel

Itachi's POV:

It is quite cloudy day. Rain can be expected anytime now. I have been training for about three hours. Father has been pressuring me to become a Jonin for quite a long time now. But thankfully, Mother have spoken to elders. They reluctantly agreed to grant me one more year before I become a Jonin.

My childhood has been snatched away from me at the early age of three. A age where toddlers stumble around their house and blabber gibberish. But for me, My father snatched the toys and gave me kunai to practice targets.

They raised me to be a prodigy. While all other children run around playing hide and seek with their friends. I was sent to dangerous missions at the cost of my life. Due to all this, Mother became protective of me. She tries to make things as normal as possible. Atleast, I have my mother who is concerned about me.

I'm thankful that Sasuke don't have to go through what I have gone through. I will give Sasuke what I lost.

A beautiful childhood.

I will try to preserve his innocence as long as I can. I will make sure he have normal childhood as other children his age.

I know, he wants to be like me. Always wanting to be like his Aniki. He wants to train with me and wants me to teach him how to throw kunai at targets perfectly. His childish innocence is like a breath of fresh air to me when I come home from this corrupted world-

My thoughts are disrupted when it started to drizzle. Tiny pitter-patter. It's high time I went home. Mother might be worried sick for me. I strolled across the street lazily. Enjoying this small moment.

Sooner than later, the streets are hustling and bustling with people who are eager to escape this rain and go to their safe heaven a.k.a their home.

I stealthy dodged the people who are hurrying to be in the warmth of their home. In this busy street, My peripheral view caught a flurry of pink. Unconsciously, my attention was drawn to that direction.

The mop of pink hair stood like a sore thumb in this black and white view of scurrying people.

My eyes followed that pink hair only to find most startlingly alive emrald green eyes but are now marred with sadness. Pale pink chubby cheeks were stained with her tears. Tears. My heart clenched when I realised that pink haired little girl is crying. She looked around Sasuke's age who is a four years old.

Without even realising, I was infront of her in a blink of an eye. The little girl stopped crying when she saw someone stood infront of her. She raised her bloodshot green eyes for a moment.

She looked at me accusingly as if I snatched her favourite doll and thrown it into a sewer. But suddenly her expression changed as if she is about to start cry-

There goes nothing. She started crying again. Let me tell you, that's not even small sniffling crying either. It's downright fullblown loud crying. Louder than before. I doubt I damaged my eardrums seeing as I'm standing close to her.

I stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do while passer by gave me strange looks. I immediately glared at him which made him run for his life. Hn. That's right, run away.

I froze when little pink devil thrown her arms around my mid-section which is the highest she can reach. I glanced down to see her crying her eyes out.

I tried to pry her hands off me. But that only seems to make her cry harder. I sighed. I am not really good with children. Only Sasuke. But he rarely cries as he feels like ' He is older and thus not fit to cry' as his quotes in his childish tone.

At last, I use bare minimum of my strength as not to hurt her and pried her off in a blink of eye. This seems to be surprised her as she stopped crying once again.

I took advantage of her stupified state and asked her in gentle tone, " Why are you crying, little one?" She sniffled before answering in a baby voice, " I lost momma." and was about start crying again but I silenced her by placing a finger on my lips and saying," Shh, Calm down."

I wiped tears from her rosy cheeks and asked, " What is your mother name?" She innocently said, "Momma" I again asked her and she said, " I call her momma but dada calls her Mebuki."

I sighed in relief, " What does your mother looks like?" She put a little finger on her chubby cheeks and tapped it for few moments before answering," She has long pink hair and brown eyes." Well, that makes it easy.

" Come. Let's find your mother." Her face brightened like I just lit a cracker and she cheered happily, " You will help me find momma?" to which I nodded in positive and said," Come on. Now tell me when you last saw your mother?

: After Sometime :

We checked out quite a lot of shops in different streets. Yet, there is no sign of little girl's mother, Mebuki-san. Just after five minutes into search, I came to know that little girl's sense of direction cannot be trusted.

So, I took it upon myself to thoroughly check each and every corner in the shops and streets. Just as we were about to exit the shop, I caught something pink at the counter.

I immediately glanced in that direction only to find a pink haired lady in her early thirties shouting and asking everyone around about a pink-haired- four-years-old-with-big-innocent-emrald-eyes.

I immediately went to counter with pink devil clutching my hand as if her life depended on it. Looks like little girl is scared to face her mother. When the lady caught sight of me and her daughter her face brightened happily with relief.

She started walking towards us briskly and apologizing to whoever she ran into. When she is infront of us she immediately scooped her daughter in her hands and kissed her forehead affectionately and started reprimanding her for her reckless adventure.

I stood there awkwardly debating whether it is rude to leave them abruptly. But when lady realised I was standing there. She immediately thanked me for bringing her daughter and searched for something in her hand bag and pulled out a packed box which suspiciously looked like dango.

She offered me dango box and said," Please accept it Uchiha-san. I am very much thankful to you for what you did." After quite a brutal battle between mind and heart. I accepted her present. Yeah, I know I have sweet tooth.

All this time, little girl is watching me with curious eyes. She hopped off her mother's arms and came to me. I bent to her eye level. She asked in childish voice, " What is your name, Uchi-Uchiga?'' she struggled to pronounce Uchiha. I let a small smile on my face and said," Uchiha Itachi." and asked her name.

"Sakura." Sakura. It suits her. Cherry blossoms. You will bloom into a beauty with potential - My thoughts came to abrupt end when she poked me on forehead and ran off in opposite direction with her mother hot on her tail after apologizing profusely.

I stood there shocked for sometime and came to my senses when I heard a distinct thunder only to realise that drizzle developed into a rain and I was standing there smiling like a fool.

End.

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