Chapter 2
Kiasme was confused. Given that most of the time he wasn't quite sure what was transpiring on around him, but this was too much.
"Hey Itachi, that little brat is following us?"
He glanced back once more to make sure he was seeing things properly. Because if he was then that meant that crazy little girl from yesterday was following them around town.
Well more like following after Itachi, as she hadn't spared him a single glance since this morning, too intent on following the prodigy like a lost puppy.
Itachi continued to ignore his partner, a little offended that Kiasme assumed anyone could follow him without his knowing. The events of last night flashed through his mind, and he had to mentally suppress an awful feeling boiling in his stomach.
For once, the young genius felt shame, embarrassment over the actions he had partaken in the previous night with the young girl.
He was too old to allow hormones to cloud his judgment. At 21, he had passed that stage of a pubescent boy whose lust overcame rational logic. Of course he hadn't initiated anything, but those seconds where he had allowed the girl to continue her actions were enough to burn the feeling of her lips in his mind. His actions confused him, even now, he wasn't sure as to why he had allowed the obviously unstable girl to follow him.
Flashback:
"Leave, before I decide to end your pathetic excuse of a life."
He dismissed the girl, not wanting to gaze upon for even a second longer, the face of the child, who held the audacity to kiss him in such a way that left his heart racing. Itachi wasn't a virgin by any chance,and to have this small slip of a girl, barely a woman, stir such feelings in him, actually angered him.
The girl didn't even flinch at his half thrown insult, instead choosing to gaze up at him as though he was a God, worthy of worship.
"Don't send me off. Please. I can help you, with anything you want. Me being the last Higurashi has to mean something to an Uchiha. I'm worth something to you aren't I?"
The little girl's voice cracked with desperation, her pleas further sickening him. She made as though to grab him, but at the last moment decided against it. Her thin arms trembled with fear, afraid the one she graced with her reason for living, would abandon her.
"Please."
Kagome was almost hysteric. Terrified he would throw her out. She would sell her soul thrice over if it meant she would have this man by her side. Would slaughter all if it was he who was to bathe in their blood with her. Her hysteria renewed the flames once more, the pain so intense the small girl almost cried out.
'Stupid little girl. If you allow this man to leave, I shall kill you myself'
Her heart constricted tightly in her chest, the voice was already back.
"I can help you, with whatever it is you are trying to accomplish. You wouldn't join the Akatsuki for nothing right? Whatever it is. I'll lend you the powers of the Higurashi clan to aid you."
The girl looked deranged, and obsessed and finally glancing down at her, he felt almost bad. He had feared at one point that his actions would have led Sasuke to this stage, mentally unstable, deranged, but thankfully Sasuke dealt with trauma in the way he had hoped.
Speaking of Sasuke…
"Whatever it may be?"
His words were barely a whisper, now staring straight at the girl. Kagome's eyes light up, a small smile on her face.
"Anything, and let my soul be the oblation upon which you reap the yield."
End of Flashback
Kagome was finally happy. A cute smile adorned the equally cute young girl as she followed Itachi. She had on a simple, but pretty pale pink kimono, her hair tumbling down her back in ivory locks. Itachi was far taller than her, and glancing up at him felt like gazing at heaven itself. He was her God, the one who delivered her from the flames of Hell themselves.
The only thing wrong with everything, was the ugly fish guy who kept glancing at her. Kagome found him beyond repulsive and refused to even learn his name.
Once again, Kasme could only stare. What the hell was going on?!
"Um Itachi, is she going back to the hideout with us?"
Receiving no answer, Kiasme just gave up trying to understand. Hey, it was Itachi who would be in trouble and not him for bringing some kid back to the Akatsuki secret hideout why should he care?
Itachi wasn't even quite sure what he was doing. Never before had he made a decision without fully contemplating the extent of his choices. The prodigy glanced back quickly at the small girl, not too surprised to find her staring up at him.
He was beginning to suspect the girl may be just a tad bit obsessed, not to mention he was also pretty sure she wasn't in her right state of mind.
But looking at her now, with her kimono on and that ridiculously large grin on her face, one might mistake her for just a regular girl.
No one would assume that she was the last of an ancient and powerful clan, that she was the only survivor of an experiment to genetically modify children, nor would any assume that she was mentally unstable.
Kagome Higurashi resembled an innocent porcelain doll.
"Has he really saved you little one?"
Hai, he has
"He is not God"
Yes he is
"God is not a regular man"
He is our God
The voice in her head seemed pleased with the answer, a long drawled out purr resonating throughout her head. Maybe the voice was a feline of some sorts.
Everytime she closed her eyes to rest, the voice would resume the questions. The fish man had long since begun snoring, and Itachi was no where to be found. Kagome's eyes burned, demanding rest, but the voice never ceased her questions.
"We will worship him?"
Forever
" Yes we shall, he is to be ours."
Yes
Getting up, Kagome made her way to the nearby stream. It seemed as though she was doomed to never sleep. The voice in her head had never been so talkative, and almost sounded giddy to her.
"He is not yet aware of our usefulness."
What do you mean?
"You must show him your abilities soon. Prove to him we deserve to stand by him"
Hai, now shut up.
She splashed some water on her face, and let out a sigh of relief when she no longer heard the voice. She preferred it when the voice was quiet.
The next day the trio set out again. For where exactly, Kagome wasn't sure. Itachi had yet to spare her even a single glance, and after spending almost an extra fifteen minute making sure her hair looked extra nice, it really bothered.
"Ano, Itachi-san?"
Kiasme looked at the small girl, surprised she was speaking. Why was she still here?!
The prodigy glanced back at her, disinterest written all over his face.
"Do you like my hair?"
She nervously twiddled her fingers, a small blush on her face. His stomach twisted painfully, more than aware that she looked even younger than she already was. She was so small, her petite stature making her resemble a 12 year old. And yet, he had kissed her, allowed her to fondle him.
The girl needed help, serious mental aid. Yet he chose to allow her to follow him, more intent on using her for what he needed.
This would be the last thing he gave Sasuke before he died. His last gift to the little brother he cherished with all his heart. He knew his imouto was power hungry, a trait he had instilled in him, and this small girl would be more than enough to quench his hunger.
"Hn"
The prodigy made up his mind. It wouldn't be the first time he had to choose between morals and his little brother. The choice would always be Sasuke.
A beautiful smile adorned Kagome's face, her heart racing at what she believed to be a yes.
Her resolve hardened, she would die before she left him, and so help any that would wish to harm him.
AN: Mostly just a filler chapter, but I hope it was okay. Summer break is here so expect more frequent updates. :)