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// Chapter 1: The Girl Named Twilight Uchiha 
// Story: Senya 
// by Arkhamwolf2012 
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            “Itachi.” said teenager stopped his walk and turned to see ‘Madara’ warp into existence, with a girl held, bridal style, in his arms.
“Madara.” He greeted. All three were in standard Akatsuki wear-the black, high collar cloak, with red clouds scattered around it.
“Why are you here?” Itachi asked.
“I happened across this little tart in my Other Dimension. I told you about it, correct?”
“Yeah.” Itachi shrugged him off, looking interestingly at the child.
“Now, you’ve no doubt noticed how... peculiar she is. She’s from another dimension. If she didn’t pass through the Other Dimension, she would retain her original form. No doubt, it lead to some memory loss.” ‘Madara’ continued, “But, you know I’m a busy man. I cannot raise a child.”
“And that’s where I come in?” Itachi asked, and ‘Madara’ nodded.
“I figured this would be a good olive branch. I even went ahead and gave her a sharingan and a small syringe of Uchiha DNA.” He handed her over, “But, there’s a catch to this. She’s probably going to be taken from us by her ruling monarch. She was, afterall, from another dimension.”
“...I understand. To be honest with you, I’ve always wanted a sister.” Silence. “That was a joke.”
“Oh...” ‘Madara’ said, lamely. He wasn’t used to Itachi joking around like that. If anything, he was the one to play straight man. “Just... see this as an opportunity to have a real sibling relationship. If not, just keep her alive until I have use for her. Or, she’s taken back. Any of those outcomes work for me.”
“No need to worry about having a worthless foot soldier, Madara.” Itachi said, shifting her in his grasp, “I’ll... take this opportunity. Thank you.” Itachi gave a head nod, “Perhaps I misjudged you.”
“Heh... I’m still a liar. And I’m still planning for war. I just look out for my fellow Uchiha.” He began to warp out of existence, “See you later, Itachi.” Itachi stood in silence for a few moments as the girl slept peacefully.
“Perhaps having you isn’t that bad of an idea... Someone to confine to...” He gave a ghost of a smile, and he began to walk back to his shack on the borders of the Land of Fire.
He held her bridal style the entire walk, looking at her purple hair with a magenta stripe on one side. Along with her pale skin, it was a heartwarming sight. After an hour or so, his abode was in sight. It wasn’t anything magnificent, just a normal, wooden shack. A kitchen, dining area, bathroom, and a single bedroom. He’d have to add a room for her.
It may have been two months since he joined the Akatsuki, but they knew where to find him, so a letter was expected after a weekend of bounty hunting. He picked it up on his way into his house with his index and middle fingers, and sighed, thinking of where to put her.
The couch! He thought, mentally slapping himself in the face for forgetting the couch he had for those weekends he couldn’t get out, and... sleepless nights. He kept it so he could read away from the bed, and books were scattered on the tables and shelves. He kept his floor clean, though. He put her down, and opened the letter, read it, then burnt it, as per protocol. It was a normal update on the Akatsuki’s goals, and a congratulatory letter on his string of successes. All protocol for higher Akatsuki members. He looked over at the girl, and noticed she was still sound asleep.
Well, might as well cook in the meantime... He thought to himself, Should take the cloak off and give her a blanket before that. And that’s what he did. The standard Akatsuki undersuit(a grey mesh under a blue v-neck tee with a sash around the waist, and the same color pants) was under the cloak, and he got out a(rather comfortable) black blanket he kept around. She seemed to enjoy the blanket, as her face let out a slight smile. That was good.
Now, Itachi was never one to cook, as he could never work a stove. So, a majority of his favorite foods were things he didn’t have to put on the house-burning demon, namely rice and cabbage. Cabbage was always nice.
He poked around his fridge, trying to remember where it was exactly he left the cabbage, and began to hum a little tune. And then, just as he found it, he heard her wake up with a sharp intake. He gave in inward sigh, and left the cabbage in the fridge, preferring to have it cold. He walked over to the couch, and sat down on the other side to the frightened child. Her eyes were large and purple, and fixated on Itachi.
“Do you remember your name?” She shook her head, “Do you remember anything?” She shook her head.
“Very little. Just... very vague images.” She replied, and he nodded.
“Just as Madara predicted.” He said, under his breath, “Very well. I am Itachi Uchiha, one of the last Uchiha. I’m part of the criminal organization, Akatsuki, but only to ensure that the Hidden Leaf is safe from harm. That is all you need to know.” Itachi said, coldly, and she nodded quickly, “Now then, you’re going to need a name, aren’t you?” He asked, getting up, and reaching for a weathered book, and flipping through the pages. Before stopping on one.
“This... is one of my favorite tales. It got me through the Third Great Shinobi War, and made me the man I am today.” She listened, “The tale of this singular pony’s adventures to unite an entire country against tyranny, using nothing more than her words and peaceful actions. It was through harmony, not war or death, that she was able to create a utopia for all to see. Evil is so minute, and happiness is all around... That is the world I want to see. The world I want to live in. I know that, despite my sacrifices, more must be made for this reality to be shared. Perhaps, if you are not taken from me by your reality... You can make that world happen. You can create the world I could not. I know that I won’t be able to see the reality alive, but...”
“What...do you mean by... ‘taken by my reality’?” Twilight asked.
“...Nothing.” He sighed, choosing not to tell her about her origins, “But, in the hopes you can create the world I can only dream of, I will name you after her.” He turned to look into her hopeful eyes, wondering just what he would name her.
“Twilight Uchiha. That is your name from now on.”