Author's notes: Greetings and salutations to all of my wonderful readers, and more importantly to my reviewers who keep me inspired! Luckily for you guys I was been experiencing blackouts a work, which isn't so lucky for the Army but very good for the story. . I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

This is a Flashback: Mainly this is in and out of Itachi's prospective of the past. (I have a strange style to writing, if you guys haven't already noticed). This whole idea has been burning inside me all week, I finally got to sit down and jot down a few ideas for this chapter during a blackout in Iraq (Sweet no work). I'm a better typist then I am at hand writing (without spell check I am hopeless), so it took me some time to figure out how I was going to use my draft. I hope this is good, and explains a bit more to what's happening on in the story.

Envy My Pain

Déjà vu

By: A Sinners Curse

Darkness seemed to loom over head, as storm clouds began accumulate above as crimson hues began to interpret and analyze the sudden change of weather. There were a lot of things about Itachi, which most people couldn't understand. Itachi had a gift, and with his gift came the title and forced responsibility of being not only the prodigy of Konohagakure, but also to his clan. Itachi's early years of childhood consisted of being pushed, pushed, and pushed into completing every task he was given. Not only was he forced into completing each task but he was to complete each of his tasks with accuracy and to execute them flawlessly with unnamable and unimaginable grace.

Every second, of everyday Itachi was forced into maintaining a militant form of barring. He was never permitted or allowed the luxuries of a childhood and its freedoms. Unlike his younger brother Sasuke who was consistently overlooked by their father and Clan. Itachi had envied Sasuke's freedom. Yet no matter how much freedoms Sasuke was given he disregarded it as a plague. He spent most of his time trying to be like his bigger brother, he desperately envied the spot light that was always upon his older brother.

Itachi had watched the growth and the maturity of his younger brother. For a long time now, Itachi saw the potential in Sasuke rival that his own. He saw the ambitious crave and the unnamable need to be the better son. Unfortunately for both brothers no matter how much Itachi tried to redirect there fathers attentions or how much Sasuke studied and excelled…their father was too preoccupied in trying to mold someone who didn't wish or crave the need in being molded. Itachi no matter his beliefs would never wish this role on his younger brother. More importantly he was determined to keep his brother blinded in the bliss of ignorance as long as he could. He didn't want Sasuke to discover the dark secrets of there Clan.

Let his foolish brother believe in the tale tales, and the fantasies of what the Uchiha Clan fed him. This was his burden to carry, and he'd carry it for as long as he was willing to carry it. Itachi knew it was hard escaping a destiny that you were forced into. Itachi's abhorrence for his father was growing each and every day. Itachi was being forced into enslavement and bound to the Uchiha Clan's success or failure. Yet even in his dark cocoon of unnoticeable hate Itachi had grown an awkward warm spot for his younger brother. Sasuke was too young at the time, but there were many moments when Itachi would hope that his brother would exceed him, and take on the family name. He'd slip towards the crib late at night…telling his brother, "Grow up, little brother."

Itachi, was heartless conscienceless and merciless. True. But, even a human can be human. Yet, what Konoha did not know, was that he secretly made a name for himself. A name under a masked minion who brought about small genocides and chaotic crisis's over the five countries and surrounding borders. No one knew that a fifteen year old boy could be so compassionless. It was ironic, hero by day villain by nightfall. The image of a faceless mercenary was painted on the pages of many bingo books. His rank was not only an ANBU captain, but also that of an S ranked villain. He was a prodigy born of high nobility form one of Konohagakure's most prized and honored Clans.

No one had ever tied to two-to-two together. It was always like chasing a ghost. Yet his ghost had been discovered through the eyes of a brilliant villain. A villain who'd been watching the boy's aimlessly massacre the lives of innocents in his own gain to discover his forgotten identity. So long had he been forced to live in the shadows of what he really was. Forced to be something he wasn't and to live the life of something he had no interest in being apart of. He'd spent only a few months under the false pretense of being the 'good guy' while he secretly stole secret information of an organization that at that time was left unnamed. He'd sworn his undying loyalty for this secretly dark ominous group of evil and he'd sworn his allegiance to a man who'd given him an identity.

In a months window frame Itachi took it as an opening to search for real potential within the village. Yet the only delay was from his former friend Shisui Uchiha. He'd messed up everything with his meddling and his questions. Shisui began to integrate Itachi's sudden leave of absents, and then he began to ask him questions pertaining to him neglecting his responsibilities. It was becoming a troublesome issue, and Itachi couldn't afford in having his plans screwed up because of one technicality. Up until Shisui's planned suicide, everything had been running smoothly. He'd been instructed in locating information pertaining to the nine-tailed fox Kyuubi. At this point only Konohagakure's adults knew who the container was. It was forbidden to talk about, it was one of the forth's dying wishes. Or so the roomer had it. At that point Itachi was still a bit too young to recall all the events of that night. What benefited Itachi the most was that he was an Elite Ninja, who was highly respected among all the ranks in Konoha. No one suspected him of treachery, so it would be easy for him to take full advantage of all the scrolls, and study materials that enclosed very detailed knowledge of the demons, and known vessels.

Leader had stressed the importance of the nine-tailed fox. For whatever reasons, Itachi complied. After all evil was finally giving him a real name, a real meaning to life, a life where he could alter his destiny. He was reshaping the very tool that Uchiha Clan had made. Yes, he'd become a tool of destruction, a cocoon of hate that raged within him.

At this time, the information that Leader was looking for was limited. Itachi knew that it would be simple to narrow down possible suspects of the vessel. It wasn't hard to narrow down possible children that in that time where all estimated around his little brothers age, and class. After that it was the process of elimination.

Haruno Sakura. She was one of the possible suspects, and Itachi made it his own personal vendetta to identify all the children. When he stumbled upon Sakura, he knew almost right away that she wasn't the Kyuubi. Yet she was an outcast—Kunoichi, and for her class to treat her so callously he reconsidered his first observation. He'd second guess himself, and he'd see if she was the one that Leader was looking for. He watched from the sidelines, as the children ridiculed her, and teased her. She was pathetically weak.

Itachi approached her in a field of flowers, where she sat alone in a class outing for academy students. It was a perfect chance to use to his advantage. When he approached she was in a disarray of tears, and her cute nose was blemished with the kiss of red as it sniffled to retract the snot. Itachi lacked pity, everyone's lives had there challenges to them. Yet she was terrified of mere words, words of simple childhood ridicule about a perfectly normal shaped forehead. He failed to understand why this girl took these things so personal.

"You shouldn't let them get to you." His voice was smooth, and deep.

Why did Itachi care? He didn't, he reminded himself. He just needed to portray someone who'd sympathize with a child so he could get whatever information it was that he needed. Itachi crouched down to her eye level as he drew his thumb lazily along the curve of her cheek capturing her pitiful stray of tears.

She sniffled and flinched under his touch, and the intense onyx hues.

"I know." Her voice came out weak and shaky.

"If you know, then you should maintain your Shinobi barring at all times. You'll let everyone see your weakness."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Sakura, tell me something. Do your parents coddle you to much? Perhaps this is the reason why you are unable to mentally protect yourself."

"My Parents?" Itachi's body tensed, so she was an orphan then? Possibly to be the expected vessel to what he's been looking for.

"My parents aren't Shinobi, Sir. I don't think they'd understand the difference between parenting and coddling." She sniffled again, swiping away her wet nose with the sleeve of her hand."

He would have sighed in relief if he had, had it in him to do so.

"Well, then you must be more disciplined. If you keep this up you'll never gain my little brothers attentions."

"Is it that obvious!? Wait, Sasuke is your little brother!?" Her eyes lit up, and her stance seemed to hype up with some unseen eagerness.

"Yes," Itachi offered the girl the youth of his half-attempts to smile. She was defiantly different then most Kunoichi.

"But, my brother is much like myself. He only admires strength. He'll be to preoccupied trying to outdo me, so you'll need some extra props to obtain Sasuke's attentions little one." Itachi was about to crouch up, but he found himself tangled in the young girls arms. Sakura had pounced the ANBU captain with a hug. Itachi tensed, he'd never been hugged before, and the closest he'd ever been in interaction similar to this was with his younger brother. Itachi gently patted the girls back, unable to do anything more. He gently pried the girl away, and he looked down upon her with the intense gaze of bewilderment. Was this child, honestly that innocent?

"Sakura, tell me. Are there any orphans in your class? Anyone who's perhaps who's a bit different." Time to take advantage of her eagerness to pleasing him.

"Why?" He hadn't expected that.

"I'm an ANBU Captain Sakura; do I need to explain myself?" He came out smooth, casual, yet a bit of sternness with it. He needed to add a bit of edge to himself.

"Um, no Sir. I'm sorry…and the only person I can think off is Naruto, and Neji."

"Thank you little-one." Itachi stood up, untangling her from his leg.

"Please…please don't go."

"Unfortunately, I have to leave Sakura."

"Well…um, will you marry me?"

Itachi would have laughed, if he had it in him to do so. But there was much inside Itachi that was caged within in. He had a lot of hate, and anger. He could only off her a disgruntle grunt.

"I do not wish to ever marry, but I will let you in on a small promise. Between you and I," Itachi crouched down again, and picked up a very beautiful daisy. It was a fiery reddish orange. "If I where to ever think of something similar to marriage, you'll be in my thoughts." Before he could do a quick hand seal and vanish, she'd captured him in another hug.

"So you don't think my forehead is too big?"

"Sakura, you'll have to get over your fears in order to become great. You have to overcome the limitations of society. If you choice to be lend blind like a sheep among the heard feel free to do so, but you'll never exceed worrying about trivial things such as your forehead. You can either be a leader, or be a follower."

Sakura twisted the stem of the flower within her fingers. "What do you like Sir?"

"It's it obvious Sakura? Leaders are what shape the world. The ones who fallow will eventually despair and dissipate and with it they will be forgotten."

"Oh. That sounds ugly."

"Hn." He was slightly annoyed now.

She was still hugging him, and when she finally was pushed away by a gentle shove. He gave her a small half attempt at another smile before he disappeared. Sakura sighed, before she went back to picking flowers alone. In the bliss of her ignorance, Sakura never saw Itachi approaching a young blond haired girl. He ducked down, and whispered something in the girl's ear, before he vanished completely.

It was then that Ino befriended the young girl Sakura. Know one knew what Itachi had whispered in the young blonds ear, and no one knew if he'd used the ability of his gift to do so. Did he use his Sharingan pinwheels to entrap the girl in some kind of trance? Whatever Itachi had done, he'd saved Sakura from humiliation and teasing, she had a strong popular girl to keep her leveled out. Itachi allowed Sakura a friend, something Sakura had never had before.

There was that question, the pull of force that made you ask, why? Why would someone who was plotting the death of his best friend, his family, and his entire clan take pity to a whinny, pitiful, weak, and fragile little girl? Maybe it was the potential that Itachi saw in those large green-hues, or maybe it was the fact that she'd offered him something he'd never had the luxuries of having before, a simple hug. Itachi was wanted not only by Konoah's leaders, but by the Kunoichi's as well; already his family was receiving proportions on brides, and uniting other clans. Itachi threw all potential brides out the window; he was not emotionally or physically interested. Yet, he'd be lying if he didn't admit to enjoying the taming of older and sometimes younger woman. Itachi found it pleasurable, taking an intelligent, gifted, leader, and making her submit. Yet, even that was boring anymore, almost dull. He was so mentally stressed by his father's demands that he lost his sexual apatite. Shisui Uchiha was another troublesome addition to his mental stress level. Unfortunately Shisui was going to end up giving him the ultimate power of the Uchiha clan.

End of Flash Back

Sakura got a chill, something that seemed to crawl up and down her skin as she made her way towards the hospital. It felt so weird, but something made her thing, "Déjà vu." She began to look up towards the rooftops of buildings, as she felt this urge of panic begin to consume her.

Should, I turn this letter in?

[Well, you know…it's something an honorable Shinobi would do. Of course STUPID, what are you waiting for?

I don't know anymore. What if I am pregnant?

[Well I mean the worst that could happen is that, Tsunade makes you give it up.

I couldn't do that.

[We both wouldn't want to do that, but it's a possibility.

No.

[We have too.

No we don't.

[Well what the hell does that stupid letter say anyways?

I don't understand any of it.

[Ugh. You are so impossible.

Shut up, you are me. So technically where both impossible, but we have to leave.

[Oh, and go where?

I donno, anywhere that's away from here.

[You know, Sasuke's been back for awhile. We should go…

Out of the question, are you kidding me? Sasuke would kill me! Or worse do something unimaginable to sabotage Itachi.

[Um. Yeah, isn't that the correct thing to do?

If you're me, and I'm you…then you should know that I'm in love with him.

[Okay, but we still…have to do the right thing. Don't we?

Sakura clutched her head, and she wanted to scream. She was driving herself crazy; she had to stop talking to herself. She wanted so desperately to march into the front doors of Tsunade's office and have all her problems solved. She wanted this never-ending nightmare to end. Sakura paused, he lifted the page up to her view and her heart began to thump. On one page there was an inscription of the Seven Heavenly Virtues, on another sheet there were the inscriptions of the Seven Deadly Sins. None of this was making sense to her, what did he mean by this.

Itachi watched her, from afar. He was hidden in the shadows of the buildings rooftops, as he watched her with the intensity of a predator. Little did the girl know that she was yet to become completely his, only a little bit more. She wasn't pregnant, but he'd leave her to believe in the possibility, it would play to his advantage. He mused, over his tactics and his scheme. Anko was a perfect ploy, everyone was so determined that the key to the puzzle was for Sakura to be impregnated. What fools, to think that a tool like Haruno was to be used as simply as a simple means of a procreation tool. Of course, by the time Konoha discoverers her true purpose it'll be too late for them to stop things.

These where the last step to his primary plans. Haruno Sakura would finally submit to his will. Itachi had spent most of the evening reflecting on all this and his tactics. He was already formulating backups, and theories and possibilities of changes.

Fate, it was so fragile and so easily corrupted by the worlds influence.

Itachi knew that the righteous, and the wise and what they do are all tied into the hands of fate, no man knows weather love or hate awaits him in the afterlife or even in the life of the living. All share a common destiny—the righteous and the wicked, the good and the bad. There is no difference between the clean and the unclean, those who offer devotion and there pledge to there friends, family, and village…and then those who betray. This is the evil in everything that happens under the sun: The same destiny will overtake and conquer all. The hearts of men are full of evil and there madness in their hearts when they lived, and even afterwards when they join the dead. Itachi knew that while he was alive, he had hope—

Itachi slid a hand threw his hair as he remembered the last words of his brother, replaying over and over again. "Why, why did you kill them?" Even now he could still see his younger brother's tears of weakness; it made something inside of Itachi clench, something he couldn't understand or phantom. It was an emotion he'd never felt before. Again another flashback struck him, "Grow up, Little brother." Itachi's eyes began to burn with rage; he needed to silence his thoughts. He had to concentrate on the mission. His hand slid over the ANBU chest plate, where he held firmly over the left side of the shield. What was this…this alien feeling that was consuming him? What had that bitch done to him. Itachi snarled, as he began to follow her. This was her fault, for making him remember things. She was triggering these feelings. Once this was over, he'd be glad to finally kill that annoying girl. To kill her would end his insanity of the past.

Sakura began to read the last of the Seven Deadly Sins, at the bottom there was a note inscribed for her to read. For the living know they will die, but the dead know nothing: They have no further reward, and even the memory of them is forgotten. Their, love, their hate and there jealousy have long since vanished; never again will they have a part in anything that happens under the sun.

What does this all mean? None of this makes sense, that...man is mad.

[I think it means, where in trouble.

Footnotes: Some of the last of my story was taken from Ecclesiastes 9. It just sorta seemed t o fit to story perfectly. It's got a poetic touch to it. Shrug Of course I sorta altered it to fit the fanfic but I think it worked. Okay, and now I'm ready to hear what my readers have to say. I know I know Sakura isn't pregnant. Unfortunately that's not what the curse seal is, it was merely a theory and Itachi being evil. Don't worry I hope to have a lot more explained in the next chapter.Tell me what you guys liked, disliked, what you'd like to see? I love reading your reviews.