My Life (Itachi Uchiha)

Prologue

I checked my phone again. Still no reply.

I was just done, done with being the plan b, alternative, boredom relief, the back up plan and just not worth it.

I was the middle child of my parents. The younger sister to two successful business owners and the elder to an autistic little girl. When I wasn't in the shadow of my two older sisters, I was busy taking care of my little sister.

I had friends... well A friend, but she was busy perusing her big goals, studying hard, with her boyfriend, collecting the awards that I couldn't get. I barely saw her, or spoke to her like that. She always had to study or had to be with her boyfriend and I was left behind until she was bored, or took a break from her busy schedule.

I had a someone else who I liked to talk to too, but he barely replies to my messages. He's always moving around, on the road, going to night clubs, or simply didn't want to talk to me.

I blame myself though. I wasn't a high achiever. All I wanted to do was write all day and night... not for money or anything, just to well... write. I didn't study hard, I hated school. I settled for just a pass. I wasn't all that pretty or interesting for him to talk to me either, I didn't know why he just didn't cut me off. It was my fault for me incompetent and annoying.

But it's all going to end now. I looked in the mirror at my dull brown hair, and dull brown eyes. I wasn't anything special. I was just Elaina... plain old Elaina.

I grabbed my keys, and headed out.

"Elaina!" shouted my mother. "Come and clean this $#&*@^% kitchen now or I'll beat you!"

I sighed and closed the door. I was just done. I could have still hear her voice as it echoed through the house, and spilled over into the streets.

I drew my dull grey coat closer to my thin frame, but the chill still prick at my spine.

I let out a huff and stuck my cold hands in my pockets. A storm was brewing, but I rather be out here, than at home where I am either invisible or a punching bag. I continued to walk Suddenly, the crack of thunder made me jump, and my footsteps quickened on the dull gray pavement. My feet pounded hard as I tried to reach my destination in one piece. I had to get there. I just had to.

I made a sharp left turn as my feet splashed up water from the already formed puddles. I was out of breath already as I was running my hardest. Suddenly, my feet slipped from under me causing me to fall and I slid across the pavement. I laid on the floor for about a few seconds to cath my breath, then I scrambled up to my feet.

Rubber met pavement as my feet pounded on the floor. I smiled as I saw the clearing. Another flash of lightning danced across the sky as my feet met the soft blades of grass. I was almost there, I just had to run for a few more minutes. The sound of rushing water was echoing in my ears, making me push harder.

After a few more minutes of running, I saw it, a huge bridge that connected one side of the lake to the other. With newfound energy, I dashed towards it. Tears escaped my eyes. I was going to finally escape it, this empty feeling inside of me, this feeling of usefulness. My best friend wouldn't have to worry about neglecting her studies to entertain me, and HE could find another girl to talk to... maybe a pretty and smart one. I was going to free them from me, and free myself from them.

Clasping the rusty railing of the bridge with my small hands, I pushed myself up. The rubber soles of my sneakers met the cold, wet iron and I pulled myself up. Standing on the railing , I stretched my arms out and closed my eyes. My hair was now slicked on my forehead, and I was soaked to the core, but I didn't care... I was going to be free.

I released my balance, and I began to fall forward. However, things weren't going as planned, and the last thing I heard before blacking out, was a sharp clap of thunder.

When I woke up, I was staring at a bright blue sky that had white puffy clouds sailing by. I raised my hand up to it.

Was I dead?

I pinched myself and let out a loud yelp. That's weird, I thought that when you die, you wouldn't be able to feel pain. Or was I in hell because I had committed suicide?

I got up, and surveyed my surroundings. I was in a forest. I thought that hell had flames and suffering people.

Then it hit me... unless, someone saved me, and left me in the forest that was near by. I immediately went into depression. I am such a failure that I even failed to take my own life. Tears began to stream down my face, I wasn't free, I wasn't free at all.

I was to busy wallowing in my sorrows, that I hadn't even noticed that someone was standing in front of me... well that was until they cleared their throat.

I looked up, and cocked my head to the side, and question the state of my spirit. For standing in front of me was none other that Itachi Uchiha.

"Who are you?" he asked.

I just lowered my head. This was a chance for my life to be ended. I don't know how I got to the Naruto world, but one thing that I was sure of is that I would be a burden here too.

"Just kill me and get it over with," I said in a soft voice.

Itachi was just silent.

I looked up at him and said a bit louder, "Kill me."

"Are you sure that you want to die?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

"Well I won't kill you then. I refuse to have your blood on my hands," he said, then turned to leave.

"Please kill me!" I screamed out. "I have nothing to live for!"

"I said, I will not have your blood on my hands," said Itachi as he began to walk away.

"But yet the blood of your clan is already on them, so what's mine?" I bellowed out.

He stopped in his tracks, and a small gust of wind blew past him. In a flash, he was in front of me with a kunai to my throat. I smiled at him.

"Do it, please," I whispered while pleading with my eyes.

His sharingan flashed, and he put the kunai away.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Useless," I said.

"Who are you," he asked again.

"Unworthy," I answered.

"Who are you?" he asked yet again.

"No one," I said.

He got up and held out his hand.

"From now on, you will serve me, and I will call you Akachi," he said.

I stared at him blankly, then I formulated a plan. I hesitantly took his hand and when I thought that he had his guard down, I reached for the kunai in the next. Immediately, he spun me around and put both of my hands over my head. I hissed in pain as my arms felt as they were going to be ripped out of their sockets.

"My first order," he said as he pressed me against him. "You are not to die."

He then let me go, and I stumbled forward. "How dare you tell me what to do? It's my life, so I do as I please."

"As far as I'm concerned, you do not wish to have your life, so give it to me who can put some use to it," he challenged.

I went quiet, for I knew that he knew that I wanted to die, and that keeping me alive was more torturous than killing me, and that he was not going to kill me.

"Now, let's go Akachi," he said as he grabbed my wrist. "Your life is now mine."