I think my progress is gonna go a lot quicker in this story now that I don't have to use that other damn computer in my room… don't get me wrong though, im not spoiled or selfish, in fact I was worried right after the shock and amazement wore off about getting this new laptop. Its actually the first that can play blue ray dvd's, so it had to be real expensive…My dad doesn't have a lot of money so the bill must have been enormous… -_- I could have just been good with my new drawing book for my grim reaper comic im still working on and my new Dragon Age: Origins game for the ps3…me and my dad are such big gamers -_-'

Akira-12

Itachi-17

Sasuke-13

A new year had past and the little girl was now twelve. Walking out into the frigid afternoon she jumped off the porch and into the snow.

"Akira you forgot your jacket." Itachi grunted as he walked out into the outside world after being locked inside after the blizzard that had kept most of Konoha stuck inside for three days. He watched the short girl climb back to the wood, she had grown since the day he first met her. The brown haired girls features were starting to mature, the brown waves he use to play with when she slept were now cut to her shoulders, much to his secret displeasure. Yes it still held those breath taking curls and ocean waves, but now he couldn't hide his closet obsession of playing with it at night. That was quickly taken care of though, now he just ruffled it up at the most random moments when the girl least expected it, which usually causes her to have a heart-attack.

Hair length was not the only thing that distracted him now that she was getting closer to puberty (although it was still a year or more off). Her skinny body was starting to form curves and he often found himself watching her walk either away or towards him…mostly the former. This would promptly cause him to blink or shake his head a few times to knock some sense into his own hormonal mind. Still it never helped when they would go to sleep at night and he would catch himself tracing her shape from her shoulders, to her waist, to her hips. It was the final straw and he asked his mother to give Akira her own room, they had plenty to spare. He remembered how his mother giggled knowingly at her son who was also hiding a blush.

When Akira was told of her new room she was confused and almost thought that that meant he hated her for some reason. In their case she thought it was about that time last week when she accidentally walked in on him when he was getting out of the shower. After almost having a nosebleed at the memory, because she herself was only in a towel, he convinced her that it was merely because she was a growing girl who would need her privacy once she got older. Itachi sighed inwardly as he helped her get her jacket on. Even after saying that she still didn't get it and had to have Makoto explain what happens when little girls and little boys grow up. He remembered how she wasn't able to look at Sasuke or the now seventeen-year-old Itachi for a whole month without breaking out into a blush or stuttering.

"…chi…"

"Ita…"

"Itachi!" Akira waved a petite hand in front of the weasels' scowling expression.

"What?" He asked.

"We are going to be late. If we wait any longer the Sharringan will have taken off." Itachi snorted in contempt. After telling his father that he would not succeed him he started to pay more attention to the youngest Uchiha, which Sasuke honestly found dreadfully annoying.

'What a fickle pile of shit.' Were his exact words.

"Do I really have to go?" He whined with his voice flat. Apparently the object of his affection found the idea of the emotionless Uchiha whining to a twelve-year-old funny and proceeded to let a small giggle escape the lips he secretly kissed one night.

"Yes." She said without leaving any room to further argue. "Sasuke will one day be the captain of the ship so I want to watch it."

"Not much of a reason…" The Uchiha said off-handedly.

"Gah!" Starring down at the girl who suddenly disappeared from his line of sight he watched as she tripped on a snow covered lump.

"How many times have you tripped today Akira…?" He said emotionless.

"Um…four?" She guessed.

"…Ugh…"

"Did you say something?" Akira looked up at the weasel that shook his head.

"…nnn…" The child stared at the lump in the snow she stepped on and uncovered it to reveal a teenage boy. He looked about fourteen with a pale skin, more so now since he was buried in snow. Long, straight brown hair hung by his face limply, it must have fallen out of whatever tied his hair down.

"Gasp, it a boy Itachi! Oh…poor guy… *something incoherent* we should bring him inside." She said at last. The Uchiha nodded and flung the boy over his shoulder to go back inside. Whoever he was he was happy he decided to play dead on his door step, now he wouldn't have to bid farewell to his father leaving for another treasure hunt.

"Take him to my room please; I'll go get some hot soup."

Walking into her room the first thing she saw was her sleeping patient. He looked to have gained some color now that he was in the warmth of a home, she was just glad he wasn't dead in general.

"How is he?" She asked her friend. The young adult shook his head.

"A minor case of hypothermia and probably the flu…" Akira nodded and proceeded to wake the boy up for hot soup.

"Excuse me…Wakey, wakey…" She whispered. The orphan repeated this as she softly shook the sleeping body. When a groan erupted from his chapped lip she let out a squeal of accomplishment.

"A-Are you up now…?" She asked quietly.

"Nnn…Where am I?" a sore, yet smooth voice croaked out. Happy with the reaction she got Akira requested The Uchiha pirate to lift the young adult up so he could eat his soup.

"You are in Uchiha Itachi's home. My name is Akira Akiyama…just call me Akira…" Reported the introverted girl. Squeezing his eye lids the guest blinked several times before he faced his savor with pearl white eyes. Akira let out a breath she didn't realize she held as his gaze landed on her. He was handsome despite being so sick. His ghostly skin made his eyes glow like the mystical gods from the old book she use to look at. Brown almost black hair framed his high cheek bones then tumbled down his broad shoulders. The tan shirt Itachi put on him because his other closes were wet showed her the guests' muscles.

"S-So…What is your name?"

"Neji Hyuga…"

Itachi observed the two youngsters interact. And he didn't like it one bit. He knew Akira was always the nicest between him and his brother and that she would always take care of two when they were sick. But this was ridiculous…Akira was hand feeding the boy at the moment and it took all but his sanity not to pour the scorching liquid on his pretty-boy face and take the girl sitting between to two to his lap.

"Um…really miss I can feed myself…" He said, Itachi twitched, sure he said that, but what's with the little glint in his eyes that just screamed 'pay more attention to me!'.Akira looked up to the boy.

"Oh…sorry, I get so carried away sometimes." She blushed. The pink shade to Neji's cheeks were not hidden from the dark Uchiha's sharp eye sight. Yup, he defiantly didn't like the kid now. The secret glances he gave the twelve-year-old when she turned away, or the slight contacted between skin clearly stated he was interested in the weasel's favorite little curious cat.

"Miss Akira…you are very small." Itachi's attention snapped back to the two adolescents and almost killed the girly boy who at the very second held the brown haired girl between his legs with his head lying on her shoulder. Akira sat unfazed and mumbled her confusion at the boy's action.

"What are you doing…?" Itachi asked his eyes clearly narrowed in disapproval.

"I am keeping warm." Neji gazed at the older boy with arrogance, "Why, does it bother you?" It was meant as an innocent question, but held a triumphant edge to it. The boy was satisfied that he got under the careless Uchiha's skin.

'Smart-ass' Itachi thought, he was never fond of other boys talking to Akira. He knew full well how uncomfortable she was near them since his mother Mikoto enrolled her into Konoha's Ninja Academy. He would often see them picking on her as she waited at the front for one of the two Uchiha brother's to pick her up. Seeing her usually calm and serine expression turn to that of nervousness made his eyes flash red.

With this Hyuga Neji though, his precious brown eyed girl seemed to be unaffected by his flirting. The first day the Uchiha did not mind, the guest was sick and needed help and Akira, despite her young age was like a mother. After the second and third day though Itachi had to catch himself clenching his fists or glaring at the teenager while Akira went out to busy herself while he rested.

Neji's muscular arms wrapped tighter around the younger girls waist, the outline of her curving body could be seen and it made the seventeen-year-olds gut twist. He wanted to be the one to hold her like that, he wanted to feel her body against him, he wanted her to pay attention to him, he wanted her to stop being so damn dense about the predicament she was in. Itachi watched with clenched teeth as Neji subtly tooe a breath full of her ashy and Uchiha scent. The annoyed glimmer in the white eyes of the boy gave the oldest one pleasure as he discovered the object of affection smelt extremely like Itachi himself.

"Akira, you should take a bath, you smell like a dirty weasel."Neji spoke smoothly. Looking up from her position Akira looked oddly at her new friend.

"Huh?" She sniffed her arm; she could have sworn she took a bath just this morning.

"I don't smell to bad do I? I took a bath today."Where did he get the idea for a weasel? She didn't smell anything out of the ordinary.

Since Itachi had the unusual habit of burring his face in her hair she started to take baths every two days so she would not smell. She thought back to this morning before she had to go to the academy for lessons, it was right after she had taken a shower so she smelt like lavender shampoo.

Walking down the hall to the kitchen to catch some breakfast she was pulling on an old sweater of her weasel savior with an Uchiha Clan fan on each arm. Pulling it over her uncovered waist she jumped into the air when large hands tangled themselves in her locks.

"I-Itachi?"She had said. But the man opted to stay silent and lean his much taller body to hers. With his head lying on her shoulder she heard him breathe in, his lips brushed her collar bone and caused her to blush.

"Your lips are tickling my neck…"She whispered; the teenager behind her kissed her neck and smirked.

"It is not my fault I like the smell of lavender."He breathed and continued to kiss her neck. A shiver went through her spine and gave her an unpleasant feeling in her gut.

"I-Ita…chi…"Her breath hitched as the weasel's teeth grazed her skin. A chill went through her small frame and she let out a scared whimper. The body behind her stopped imediatly and stood up straighter.

"…Sorry."He said in his velvety voice, a hand patted her wet hair.

"…Did I really smell that good?" She asked with a glance his way, her cheek apple red and she knew it. Itachi had let a smile grace his lips as he nodded.

"Akira, are you ok?" That same velvet smooth voice interrupted her thoughts and she looked up, still in her position between Neji's bent legs and now had Itachi inches from her face.

"Ah…No, I'm fine, it's ok." She said with her cheeks flushing.

"Are you sure, are you catching the Hyuga's flu?" He asked bringing his hands to hold either sides of her face.

"Only idiots catch colds Uchiha." The other boy said bringing the girl closer to him.

"You've never seen her on a good day then." Itachi glared up at the boy.

Was that an insult?

"H-Hey guys."Akira's whisper went unheard by the two boys who started to glare with all the intensity and will to kill, it made her shutter.

"G-Guys…?" She tried again. The grip on her waist crushed her lungs, it hurt and the hand framing her face moved to cover her ears as she watched Itachi's lips form curse words.

"…et…uck out…"

"Jel…ell no…"

Muffled works she could not comprehend rolled off their lips, but she was suffocating between the threatening air. Tugging at the silky black hair of Itachi's that had shifted to over his shoulder, he looked down and uncovered her ears.

"I can't breathe with you both smothering me." She choked. Immediately the arms wrapped around her were ripped away and the hot body heat sifted away from her. Neji moved beside the Uchiha to see if she was ok.

Akira smiled at Itachi as he started to pat her sweating brow with his sleeve. Really, he was such a worry-wort.

Sooo, for some reason my backspace button on my laptop is not working...its not broken because it work on my microsoft word program when i type. Could someone good with computers or laptops give me some advice on to why the use of the backspace seems to be locked. This is a relatively new model because it is the only laptop that can play bluray dvd, and its quiet expensive despite my famlies money problem. So i dont want to have to go to a pro. Thank you!

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