Hello everyone! I just wanted to thank you guys for all the great reviews! It means so much to me :). I wanted to kind of answer some of your concern type things.

1. The heavy lemon isn't always going to be there. I haven't even gotten started on it :) so get ready.

2. Amai is indeed supposed to be a Mary-sue character... well the human side of her. The other part of her will jerk her from that category! I promise.

3. If you aren't aware Amai is my character, and there's more coming. So don't worry, you didn't forget any characters XD.

Also I would like to tell you, a lot of the situations are written to music. It gives them themes, and makes the feelings more epic, if you will

Again thank you all! And if you have any questions, feel free to ask me and I will answer them in the best way I can. All of your great reviews have made my day :D. Keep reading! 3

The boy kicked her to the ground, she fell coughing up blood. Amai tried crawling away from her attackers. She felt a jolt of pain as someone landed on her back, they grabbed her hair. Collapsing, her hair was yanked, forcing her to look up at the other boy. He had red hair. He pushed her face to the ground, then back up. She spit blood and dirt, trying to struggle beneath him.

"Freak." he muttered, laughing.

"P-please... Stop." she begged. The boys didn't care for her whining. Suddenly her head was jerked back up, she felt the blade of a kunai at her throat. She swallowed hard.

"Does this scare you? Should I... Dig in?" He asked. The monster on top of her was not much older than she was, nine. A scream escaped her throat. Anger dug at her insides. Crawling fourth was an entity she hated. But it needed to come out of her. She knew this with cold certainty. Claws dug into the ground, an inhuman growl escaping her lips.

"What are you boys doing?" A masculine voice said behind them. The weight on Amai's back was lifted. She heard the sound of retreating footsteps. Amai couldn't stop crying, her face was planted in the dirt. Overcome with two kinds of relief, that she was alive, and that she didn't have to kill them.

Hands on her shoulders brought her up to see a young shinobi. He was maybe seventeen. She'd never seen him before.

"You're bleeding..." he said wiping at the blood running from somewhere on her forehead. The dirt that had gotten into the cut stung.

"Here let's go get you cleaned up. Hey it's okay. Don't cry."

He smiled at her, which made her stop. Who was he? Why was he so nice? Only her father had ever been this nice before. The guy reached into his pack and retrieved a cloth. Putting it to her forehead he looked her in the eyes. Something no one ever did.

"Why were those boys doing that to you?"

"Everyone's mean to me... They just kind of took it a step further."

"That's terrible... I'm Yuuki."

"I'm Amai." She practically whispered.

"Well Amai, let's take you home."

She nodded and took his outstretched hand.

A knock came at the iron door. Amai glanced up as Deidara strolled in her room in a joyous way. Narrowing her eyes she wondered why he was so chipper. The meeting she had attended was decent enough. Though... The feeling that had arisen in her made her question many things about herself. The Akatsuki were evil shadows in a black flame. Instead of cowering, she took her place among those shadows.

"Hey so I was thinking that-" Deidara started when he was interuppted by a deeper voice that made goosebumps rise on her skin.

"Not now Deidara, Little Angel and I have to go to treatment. Then we're going to the Spring." Itachi stated simply, emerging from the dark.

Deidara rolled his eyes,

"The Spring? Why there?"

"I don't know... Pein just instructed me to take her there." He said then shut his mouth. Something he did to tell everyone he was done talking. Deidara desperately wanted to argue, but he knew better. Deflating slightly he walked out of the room without a word.

Amai watched as he left, and wasn't as sad or disappointed as she should have been. Maybe it was because she was more comfortable with Itachi than most of the people she had come to know here. Especially not Zetsu. He reminded her of a gigantic death trap.

"Come now Angel." Itachi said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

They walked slowly in the catacombs. There were only a few bright places in the entire hideout. The operating room, the meeting room, and the entrance hall. Waiting at the end of the hall was Pein. The look on his face was close to boredom. Were they all so solemn all the time?

"No treatment today. Go straight to the spring." He said. Itachi stopped but only for a second then kept walking. Amai could see the light of the entrance hall breaking the wall of darkness.

"Try and keep up with me once we're outside." Itachi told her grabbing a cloak for her. She took the satin-like fabric in her hands, it was large.

"Hurry up." he said. She looked up to find him outside. Slipping it over her head she ran to follow him.

The sun hit her eyes, blinding her, fresh cold air jolted her lungs.

"Oh..." she reveled in the glorious feeling. Itachi jumped on a branch and rocketed himself forward. Stopping only to look at her, she was staring at her skin. Her green skin. Bile rose in her throat.

"What the fuck is wrong with my skin?!"

"You've been in near complete darkness for almost a week. That's going to happen until we can start taking you out for sun." He said.

Amai nodded and joined Itachi, moving quickly. Her skin had always been pale, yet never green. She looked sick. Tears welled up in her eyes. She hadn't been able to see it before. Trees flew by as she stared at the back of Itachi's head. Hoping she gained trust soon, just so she could get as much sun as possible. The line of trees was ending shortly ahead. On the last branch he stopped and looked at her.

"It's right here."

"Why am I here?"

"To get sun, swim, things like that." Itachi seemed to be able to speak easily around her.

The Spring turned out to be a beautiful clear pond that was fed by a waterfall, and ran out into a river. The scent of the waterlilies was almost intoxicating to her. waterlilies were a large part of her happiness, for she spent many days lounging near them. The scent reminded her of home, yet relaxed her. She hadn't felt so peaceful in days. She tugged the cloak over her head and gently laid it on a large stone.

She barely noticed Itachi positioning himself to sit under a tree, she dove headfirst into the water. It was pleasantly cool and refreshing. She sucked in a large breath, securing it with chakra, then dove under. Days spent under water flooded back as she explored the quite deep pond. The water was clear and she could see signs of light vegetation growing in it. She let herself float to the bottom, and gazed at the surface of the water. She could see the ripples from where the waterfall ran. Moments like these brought her happiness. And sometimes it was all that could make her happy.

There was commotion at the side where she'd dove in, a dark form loomed over the water. Amai felt a pang in her chest. Had something happened to Itachi? Suddenly the dark form dove in and located her. She froze and waited for the shape to get closer. It was Itachi. A deep relief washed through her, he was okay. But what was he doing? He was in front of her grabbing at her in the water. Taking her hand he forced her to the surface. She tried pushing him away, but was met with strength. She swallowed in a large breath of air, too quickly. The sting of chakra leaving them hurt.

"What the hell Itachi?!" She snapped.

"I thought you were drowning... It's usually not normal for people to stay underwater for fifteen minutes." He said simply, yet she could see slight alarm in his dark eyes.

How long has it been? she thought. She softened slightly as she saw that alarm in his beautiful eyes. Up this close she could see even darker lines creasing them, creating velvet shadows. She was speechless for a moment.

"Well I do it all the time... I promise."

"I had to make sure." He said then turned to exit the pond.

As he climbed out Amai noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. His pale skin was so well toned, but he had many scars. A long one ran along his back, and looked to be from some sort of sword. Still the sight of his toned muscles made Amai sink into the water, heat rising to her cheeks. Loose pieces of hair fell into his face. She was absoleutly captivated. Her heart thudded. What was going on? The world was going pink. He turned suddenly and stared back at her. A look passed in his eyes, one she'd seen before...

"Itachi... How did you get into the Akatsuki?" she asked.

He put the shirt he had worn back on and took his place underneath the tree. He talked to her, and she had the feeling she was the only person he talked to freely.

"I killed my entire clan, except for my little brother."

The answer stunned her but only for a moment. Of course people who did these sorts of things would be in an organization like the Akatsuki.

"Why?" She asked lightly.

"My entire family had been corrupt for decades, something had to be done." She expected, instead he shrugged.

"To protect my little brother."

Amai chose not to press it. She swam around a little in the shallows then got out to join Itachi. She sat in the sun warming her cold skin.

"Amai..." Itachi said barely above a whisper. He'd never said her name before. It gave her chills.

"Yes?" Her voice was soft and high.

He didn't answer for the longest time and for one horrific moment she felt he had disappeared. Her jewel like eyes moved to his. Lightning flashed between them. The look in his eyes nearly drove her off the deep end. His hand was on hers as he gazed into her eyes. Why all of a sudden were guys throwing themselves at her like this?! But she searched Itachi's eyes, and found many things he hid from everyone. Immense pain, regret, and... and longing. For what she had no idea yet she felt it in her core. His other hand was tracing patterns on the cold, damp skin of her shoulder.

"How do you feel about Deidara?" He asked startling her.

"I... I don't know." Was all she could force out. At the moment she knew not how she felt about Deidara. At the moment she couldn't remember who he was. A look of almost relief came into his eyes. He only showed emotion through his eyes, and to Amai. The heat of the sun on her skin began to creep all over her body. Few moments could be appreciated like this. Her head spun, her knees were very weak. She couldn't explain why these things were happening to her but they coincidentally were. Itachi narrowed his eyes and looked at her through his own long lashes. Even though she had green skin, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Angel..." he murmured, touching his forehead to hers. She closed her eyes, loving the presence of him so close to her. His breath warming her lips. Her heartbeats were deep and meaningful now. She wasn't aware of her own emotions. But as the warmth on her mouth came closer she was almost sure she- a rustling in the brush made them jump apart. Amai hugged her knees as Deidara and Tobi stepped through. Amai's vision surged with stars. She glanced back at Itachi who had cleared his eyes of emotion, and was staring blankly ahead.

What?!

"Hey guys! Wanna eat lunch here? Yeah?" Deidara beamed.

"Hi Amai-senpai, hi Itachi-Senpai." Tobi said waving gleefully.

"S-sure-" Amai started, Itachi rose and looked at her, a small amount of emotion just for her. Then he looked at Deidara.

"I'm going back. You guys take her home." He said and wandered back into the trees. She let out a breath. Why was he so complicated?

"Well do you want to eat here Amai?" Deidara asked, hope in his eyes. Since the moment she and Itachi had shared was gone, and since she could remember who Deidara was, she nodded. Tobi clapped.

"Yes good, good!" he said. Amai stared at him. He was so strange.

"You'll get used to it."

Apparently Tobi had prepared the food, an udon soup with fresh vegetables.

"I grow 'em myself." he told her proudly.

"Well they taste delicious." She trilled alongside him.

Amai's mind was far away however... She was back in that moment with Itachi. That was the only place she wanted to be in the world.

Itachi stared at the dark ceiling of his room. It wasn't nearly as big as Amai's, but he was comfortable in it. Mixed feelings. That was all he could think. He didn't know what had come over him at the Spring... but he wasn't sure he disliked it. Shaking his head he sat up, she sure was something inhuman. She had to be. No female could ever capture his emotions like she could. He fell back on the bed again with a thump of frustration. Maybe he'd take a nap. He suddenly felt something... a presence. One familiar. Sasuke...

Itachi remembered their last meeting, Sasuke was on the brink of insanity.

If I can't kill you! I'll kill what's most important to you!

At the time Itachi cared for nothing. But now he had a little angel to protect with his life. And he was starting to feel that it wasn't because he was instructed to.

Sasuke had to die...

"Tomorrow you're mine." Deidara whispered in Amai's ear. Her heart beat, nervous. She was then locked in her room, left to her inner turmoil.

There was no sense to be made on the conflict within her heart. The marble was cold beneath her cold feet, the cloak creating great black and red mist. In her distraught fit she'd messed her lilac hair. A combination of green skin, wild hair, and crazy hair, made her look barbaric. She stopped in front of the full length mirror, looking at herself. She was beautiful, in a hunter sort of way. A snarl escaped her lips.

You get mad over a slight green tint to your skin? Remember how you felt when it was-

Shhh I don't want to hear that.

She growled and collapsed on her bed. Torture. It was terrible. She didn't bother to fix the mess atop her head. Who cared? She didn't. The door to her room opened, and in stepped Itachi. She found her hands on her head fixing the curls.

"H-hi." She said.

"You're sleeping with me in my room from now on." He said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Amai stared.

"What?"

"You heard me. Pein's orders. Now come along. It's bath time for you."

Itachi's room was so much smaller than Amai's, and it was extremely dark. She felt comfortable here. The large bed was covered in a black comforter, and a black couch sat in the corner near a desk. A large bookshelf stood next to that. Itachi motioned to the bed,

"You take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

A small relief. She crawled onto the bed, careful to keep the back of her nightdress down. He flipped the dim light off and she settled under the covers.

She could hear Itachi's sleep breathing, deep and slow. It lulled her into stillness, as she was able to hold her breath for long periods of time. Soon however, she was drifting off, breath returning to her. She fell into black sleep.

Amai clawed the ground, her wings ready for any movement. She was being chased by someone through the forest. Stopping she was going to end this charade once and for all. A small commotion was being made in bushes to her left, her head snapped to attention and out stepped an unfamiliar shinobi. He was beautiful, the cloak around her settled. Tall, copper skinned, eyes of chocolate, and hair of chesnuts. He had a smirk on his face.

"It's time Angel." he said. Everyone seemed to call her that now. Confusion made her draw back a little.

"Go where?"

"With me."

Her anger returned. The monster was fighting it's way up inside her, she was going to let it out. He would not ruin her new home, she had made it. He pulled his lips back, revealing fangs dripping with blood. An eye fell from his mouth. An eye with Sharingan.

"ITACHI!" She screamed.

Itachi bolted awake at the sounds of female screams in his room. He looked around in the dark, seeing Amai thrashing around in bed, screaming. Emotion welled up inside him, he went to her.

"Amai! Amai!" he said fiercly shaking her. Tears were running from her eyes, as she screamed.

He finally managed to shake her awake, he could see the bright blazing color of her yellow eyes. The tears poured down her face,

"You had a nightmare."

She stared at him with wet eyes, it pained him.

"I know..." She whispered, her body was then hit with a wave of sobs.

Pulling her close, he buried her head in his chest, and ignored the wetness from her tears. He rocked her slightly and her sobs gently faded into hiccups. When he moved to go back to his couch she grabbed at his shirt.

"Don't leave me please." She wasn't looking at him. To his own surprise he positioned himself behind her in the bed. Curving his body around hers, she fit perfectly. He could tell she felt safe, and he felt safe as well. Itachi Uchiha was making a turn down a new path. And he knew it.