Misaki

Flashback

I was sitting by the post a few feet away from the playground. I had my knees drawn up to my chest and rested my head there, watching the other kids playing with each other in mild sadness.

Some of the kids saw me and started to point and laugh. I bowed my head. I knew they were saying bad things about me and insulting me.

Ten year olds were really mean. I heard footsteps approaching me and soon the boys who were laughing at me were right infront of me. I kept my head down. Maybe they'll go away today. Maybe they'll leave me alone.

"Hey look. The freak doesn't have any friends to play with it." One of them sneered. They all laughed. I bit my lip, still looking down. I shrieked slightly as one of them held onto my red shoulder length hair.

"It shouldn't have all this nice hair. Freaks like this should be ugly." Boy one who had my hair in his tight grip said in disgust. "P-please, n-no." I stuttered out. Boy one tightened his grip on my hair. I started to cry silently as another pulls out a kunai.

I whimpered as the kunai glinted in the sun.

All the adults and other children had gathered to watch, all with the same look of disgust on their faces. The tears came faster. "Hey! Let her go!" A voice rang out. Everyone scrambled, including the five boys who looked determined to scar me; permanently.

I fell to the ground, scraping my knees along the way. I cried out in pain. I sat up and held my injured leg, crying silently.

I felt someone picking me up.

"Are you alright?" He-as it was a male-asked. I nodded, still looking down. I was certain that he too would make fun of me. "Your knee is injured." He noted. I looked up. Concerned coal black eyes stared down at me.

It was a boy about nine at the most. His black hair reached his shoulder.

He also had age lines on his face.

"Just go ahead and make fun of me. It's what everyone does anyway." I said as I lowered my head.

"Why would I want to make fun of you?" Was the unexpected reply. I heard the smile on his voice. I gasped as he picked me up bridal style.

"W-what are you doing?!" I squeaked. "You need medical attention." He replied.

"But the nurses and doctors at the hospital hate me." I said, looking down.

"Then I'm taking you home to do it myself." He replied.

"D-do you even know what has to be done?!" I squeaked in alarm.

He chuckled.

"Have some faith in me little one." He answered.

"I-I don't know you." I muttered as I looked away.

He chuckled again.

"Itachi. Itachi Uchiha. What's your name little one?" He said.

"Misaki. Misaki Uzumaki." I mumbled softly, blushing.

"It truly is nice to meet you Misaki." He replied.

I looked down, blushing profusely.

"Nee-san, what's the hold up?" A young voice called out.

Soon, a boy about my age came running to Itachi's side.

He looked at me.

I looked away.

"What happened to her?" He asked.

"Some boys were teasing her. They made her fall and scraped her knee." Itachi-san answered as he got into a crouching position. "Come Sasuke. We don't want Saki-chan's wound to get infected." Itachi-san said with a kind smile. The boy, Sasuke, immediately grinned and got on his older brother's back.

He chuckled and stood up.

As Itachi walked, Sasuke peeked over his shoulder.

"You're Saki right?" He asked.

I nodded slightly with a blush.

He smiled broadly.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Sasuke!" He all but yelled.

I giggled, causing him to blush.

"Nice to meet you Sasuke-kun." I smiled.

*Dream ends/new flashback begins*

I woke up gasping and crying. I stumbled out of bed and walked to the windowsill. I collapsed on top of it, my tears getting the best of me.

"Sasuke-kun. Itachi-san. I miss you." I sobbed softly.