He had done it. He had finally done it. After careful planning with the Hokage, he had finally done. He walked down the street with a blank face. His hair was as long as ever-reaching mid back-and tied in its customary loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. He was wearing his ANBU uniform, sans the mask. Though, it was soiled with blood. As was his sword. And his hands. He looked at said hands as he continued walking down the moonlit street. They were smeared with blood that he had already rubbed on his pants to try and rid him of the blood, he had given up. He dropped his hands back down to his sides and continued walking, not looking up, even as he entered the near empty Hokage tower. He walked listlessly up the stairs and entered the Hokage's room without knocking, he was a little to depraved at the moment to have any manners showing his respect for the old man behind the door. He walked to the desk and sat in front of it in the only chair available, waiting for the old man to speak.

"Have you done it?" The old man, Sarutobi, The Third Hokage, asked. "Are they all dead?" He sat there for a moment, silent. He stared blankly at his hands, for once not paying attention to anything. He was simply too weary for it, too weary and he felt so old, older than a thirteen year old boy should. Finally he looked up into the old mans eyes, his eyes void of all emotion, of all life, the look made the old man shiver.

"All but one. I could not kill my brother. I know his mind has not been poisoned, my father only focused on me." His voice was dead, monotone. Like his eyes. Sarutobi shivered, almost regretting making the child take on this mission. But it had to be done, exactly like what he was about to do.

"That doesn't matter, someone else could have. He must be eliminated." The boys eyes turned cold, hateful. The Hokage was glad to see some emotion on his face, but almost immediately wished that he was once again cold. "As must you." He managed to keep a steady voice. But he was terrified as the boy stood. He may be strong, but he had a feeling this young boy could kill him if he truly wanted to.

"You will not touch Sasuke. If you do, I will tell every enemy country this villages weaknesses. I will leave, if that is what you wish. I will never return. Is that your wish, Hokage-sama?" The Hokage was immensely proud of himself for managing to keep a steady look into the boys red eyes, his blood line spinning wildly in the young boys anger.

"Yes. I will allow you to leave." He let out a nearly silent breath of relief as the boy turned around and left through the doors in which he had entered through. Another ANBU, much older than the one that had left, entered the room. His silver hair glinted in the moonlight as he knelt before the old man.

"Do you wish for my team to continue with our mission?" The Hokage glanced down at him before returning his stare to the doors, still frightened by the boys mere presence, scared of what would happen should tonight's mission by this team fail. He shuddered at the thought before returning his gaze to the kneeling man.

"Yes, Hatake, complete your mission. Eliminate Itachi Uchiha." The silver haired man nodded before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. The old man leaned forward and rested his wrinkled head on his folded his hands and spoke to the empty room. "And don't fail, for I fear the consequences would be far greater than any of us could imagine."

He was walking down the moonlit road again, this time towards the North Gates, it was time for him to leave. He didn't truly believe the Hokage was going to let him leave, he may still be in shock-for that is what he recognized this odd state he was in to be-but he was still aware of everything. He could feel Hatake's team preparing to come after him. They wouldn't capture him, he would be gone before they were even ready for him, he would make sure of that.

He continued walking, passing by the park in front of Ninja Academy that he once attended, the one his brother was still attending. He almost didn't notice, he almost continued walking, completely unaware. But being who he was, he noticed. It was a soft sniffling from behind a tree. He contemplated ignoring it, but he decided he had done enough bad that night. This would never atone for his sins, but maybe this would make him feel better. He silently walked around the tree to be faced with a curious sight.

A young girl, about the age of his brother-maybe seven or eight-was sitting on the ground. Her short pink hair was ruffled and pointed in every direction. Her knees were pulled up to her chest with her skinny arms holding them in place. Her shirt was black and long sleeved, to big for her. It was dirty and had a few tears in it. Her loose black pants were in the same condition. As he looked closer he noticed the girls arms were littered with cuts, bruises, and smudges of dirt, the little bit of leg he saw were exactly the same.

He kneeled down in front of the girl who immediately looked up. Her eyes were nearly dead, only a little bit of that child hope left. She looked into his eyes with a child innocence and merely held his gaze. There were no tears to accompany the many scrapes and dark bruises on her face. He looked back into her eyes, holding the gaze with her. Neither spoke.

Finally the little girl unraveled her little arms and shifted until she was also sitting on her legs. She looked back up to hold the gaze with him once again. He tilted his head curiously as she seemed to want to say something. She cleared her throat a little.

"Mister," her voice was cracked and it sounded as if she had been screaming for days. She took a deep breath and rubbed her most likely sore throat, a slight green glow surronding her hand that made the young boy raise a brow. "Mister, will you take me with you? Daddy killed Mommy then he attacked me. He didn't kill me like Mommy, cause I'm fast, but now I'm tired and hurt." The boy looked at her curiously, feeling a foreign emotion-something like sympathy-for the little girl before shaking his head.

"No." His voice was still lifeless, but the girl didn't seem to notice. She merely tilted her head, waiting for the answer. "You will stay here. You will be much safer." She shook her head, even before he was done talking.

"No, Daddy doesn't like me, he tells me that every day, ever since I could remember. The others don't like me neither, cause of my pink hair. They say I'm weird and they always hurt me. No one wants me. I will die here." The boy was surprised, though he didn't show it. The girl, though a little to innocent, was incredibly intelligent. He actually contemplated taking her with him. "Please, Mister." Then she looked up at him, more life in her emerald eyes. They were full of hope and innocence.

Maybe it was selfish. Maybe he truly was the evil monster he and a few others believed him to be. Or maybe he felt that because he had no hope, he needed someone that did. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. For the boy stood up and nodded his head, making the girl stand also. He leaned down and held the little girl in his bloody arms. He fleetingly thought about the blood that would most likely stain her clothes, but the thoughts quickly left him. The girl was small enough to fit in one arm, she was small and frail. He didn't think she would survive long. He was sure she was going to die within the first week of being with him. But he couldn't deny the little girl, so he took her with him. Going to the gates slightly faster now, Hatakes team were finally after him, the little girl looked up at him, her eyes drooping with sleep.

"Mister, what's your name?" He didn't feel like talking, but she was looking at him again, those clear green eyes staring up at him. He gave a gentle sigh before answering her.

"Itachi, Itachi Uchiha." She nodded sleepily, snuggling further into his arm. Her back rested against his upper arm, her rear in the crook of his arm, and her little legs stretched along his forearm. Her bare feet were resting in his hand. She truly was tiny. He waited for her to give her name, common courtesy. But when it was clear she wasn't going to give it without a little prodding he voiced his question. "And yours?"

"Hmm? Oh, I'm Sakura, Sakura Haruno." And she finally fell asleep. He thought about reawakening her, but decided against it. There was no point. So he wrapped the arm that wasn't holding her around her slight frame in an attempt to keep her warm. He was out the gates and running as fast as he could, he had to take care of this little girl now, he had to at least try to get her away from the village she obviously had no wish to be in. So he continued on, in the moonlit forest.

A/N: Ok, this is a new idea I'm trying. I hope you like it. I think this one will be better than my other ItaSaku stories. Anyways, I would appreciate any comments or criticism you may have. Thank you.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.