Eight years later...

"Are we there yet?!"

I trudged irritably along after Uncle, who walked at a slow but steady pace, towards our destination. There was no other sign of life on the long, narrow dirt path except for us and the rare rabbit that crossed our course. The sun beat down on the both of us, so hot, it made it seem as though the air was melting in to the ground. It was a cloudless day, and the blue sky stretched far past the canopy of trees that shaded us from the worst of the sun's heat.

"Please be patient, Emiko-sama. We would have reached our destination sooner if you hadn't been so late in waking up this morning." Uncle replied teasingly.

"Six thirty in the morning isn't late! You're the weird one! You wake up at ungodly hours of the day Uncle! Even papa would let me sleep until at least seven..." I sighed, pushing the painful memory of my father to the back of my mind. He had left us, abandoned us, just to save his clan and village, and then ended up dying for the cause, still loving his village. That love for your clan... love for your people, is something I will never understand with shinobi. Even Uncle holds these feelings dear. They just seem like silly ideals to me. Then again, I have never experienced love for any other person besides mother and father, and then eventually uncle. The feeling of belonging to a clan, of pride in your village and "the will of fire", as he described it, was a foreign concept to me.

"We will reach the village in about an hour. Please, until then, can you just walk quietly?"

I hung my head, admitting defeat. Uncle was never any fun. I ventured ahead, slipping off my black hooded-cloak that Uncle insist I wear at all times. I was glad that I had worn light clothing – a white tank top with nothing much to be proud of and black nylon shorts that clung to my slender waist and embarrassingly full hips, along with my flat sandals, with thin leather straps that wrapped around my leg and tied in a bow behind my knees. My kunai holster hung at my right side, while my faded ox-leather pouch hung around my left side, packed with various ninja tools that uncle and father thought were essential for me. I reached up to my head and yanked on the white ribbon. It unravelled, and soft raven hair tumbled down my shoulders like waves, just past my breasts, no longer constricted. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to rid it of any knots it may have accumulated from being tied up all day. We were about half way to the mysterious village Uncle was taking me to. I was getting tired of waiting and bored, when an idea struck. It was the perfect time for me to show him my awesome new jutsu! Usually when training uncle wouldn't let me use my abilities to their full potential, and wanted to focus on taijutsu and genjutsu and everything else, except ninjutsu. He said it was too dangerous for me to utilize my abilities just yet and thus kept my mother's scrolls from me. I glanced ahead and spotted the perfect place. I rushed towards it, focusing my chakra on the sole of my feet to run up the trunk of the tree.

"Uncle! Uncle! Watch this!" I shouted to the figure below as I stood on the highest branch of a tall pine tree, about fifty metres above the ground, who stopped in his tracks and lifted his arm to shield his eyes from the sun as he stared up at me. Now that I had his attention, I made the seals for my new jutsu I had been working on with the help of one of mother's secret scrolls that I had... acquired. I thrust my hand in to the air, concentrating all of my chakra in to my fingertips.

Energy started to pool at the tips of my fingers, drawing away any light from the bright sky and making the air around me burn and radiate heat. My chakra drew in all the energy around me, focusing it at my fingertips to the point where it stung and felt as though my fingers were on fire. Of course it hurt – I was literally creating a mini-sun with my chakra. I knew the risks of this new jutsu, but I had to prove to my uncle that I could protect myself so he'd stop babying me and allow me access to the rest of her scrolls.

"STOP EMIKO! That jutsu will kill you!" He yelled, reacting to the power that was building around me, bathing me in unbearable light that would have blinded anybody else. But not me.

"Heavenly Radiance!"

With the energy now focused in to the shape of a thin blade, I pushed it outwards in the opposite direction to where uncle was standing. A burst of light, faster than the human eye was capable of seeing, and the stench of something burning filled the air. The feeling caused my hairs to stand on end, and I was blasted back by the sheer force of the explosion I caused. My body flew through the air and slammed against a tree. I felt my landing soften, and opened my hazy eyes to someone holding me upright on the ground. I had used too much of my energy absorbing chakra for my jutsu and now I was drained from using it once, how foolish of me. I didn't even have enough chakra to stay conscious. I could feel myself slipping away, further in to darkness.

There was a soft knock on the door. Knock, knock, knock.

My mother, glistening with sweat and in severe pain, still tried to get up to answer the door. I gently pushed her back down with my small hands, shaking my head at her. She smiled kindly, and then began a fit of coughs. I passed her an already blood-laden handkerchief and she coughed in to it gratefully.

I took out my kunai from my pouch, and slowly unlocked the door, keeping the latch attached just in case. Father had always told mother and I to keep the latch on at all times, that there were always people after him that could find out about mother and I at any moment. I peeped through the slightly ajar door, and saw a figure standing on the porch with his back to the door.

"What do you want?"

He turned around to face me and I caught sight of his face. He was a tall and lean pale man with the same raven hair as fathers and my own. He had two marks running down from his eyes and the sides of his nose. His eyes were pitch black.

"I assume you are Emiko?" he started, giving me a look that could only be described as curious and perplexed. His voice was deep, firm but gentle. I looked him up and down once more, wondering who this strange man was and how he knew my name. Father had warned me of people who would come for me one day, but I hadn't knew it would come so soon. I activated my sharingan, fixing my eyes on the unfamiliar person.

"Who wants to know?! Choose you words carefully, and be warned! I can tell if you're lying and I will destroy you with a single glance!"

Instead of cowering in terror, he simply chuckled. What?! HE WAS LAUGHING AT ME? My anger rose and I waited for him to meet my eyes so I could end his fate, or at least make him think I did.

"You are your father's daughter," he simply said, still chuckling, as he finally lifted his gaze and met my eyes directly. I gasped, for this stranger had a sharingan just like mine and father's! It glowed brightly, the all-too familiar triple tomoe fending off my attempt at putting him in a genjutsu with my double tomoe.

"To even be able to use the sharingan to this level at the age of seven... and to almost put me under a genjutsu... Shisui, you have taught her well. I will take over from here."

My eyes widened at the mention of my father's name. What was he going on about? Who was he? Did he just compliment my doujutsu abilities?

"Emiko, please let the man inside," coughed my mother from her position on the mattress that I had set in the main room. I had moved her from the bedroom in to the kitchen so it was easier for her to get up and go to the bathroom, and also so I could be next to her all the time. I unlatched the door, my eyes flashing back to their original vivid sapphire colour. I opened the door, and the figure took a step inside our small hut.

My mother sat up, leaning more against the wall so she could look at our guest properly. She smiled, and a small trace of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth.

"Itachi... I have heard a lot about you. This must mean..." mother's voice trailed off, and she looked completely heart-broken. I went to her side as she hung her head, afraid that she was in pain, but as I knelt next to her I felt her whole body shaking, and sobs rocked her form. Tears dripped from her usually bright eyes on to her soft hands that trembled violently. I looked at the man in anger, demanding why he was here from him and my mother. Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to overflow. Finally, the man called Itachi spoke.

"I am sorry. It was for the good of his village. Shisui said to forgive him, please."

Any thoughts? So for this story I will create a new bloodline limit, and obviously a story about it's background. Although it is written in Emiko's POV, it will switch occasionally for the sake of the story. More will be revealed about Itachi, this bloodline limit and other plot twists veeeery soon. I have no life, so expect updates regularly. Reviews would be awesome, so let me know what you think!