LITTLE WHITE LIES

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DISCLAIMER: Naruto © and all of its characters are owned by the talented genius that is Masashi Kishimoto. Inuyasha © and all recognizable characters were created by Rumiko Takahashi.

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Who Are You?

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PROLOGUE

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His dark and tall form blocked the doorway. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest as his onyx orbs carefully observed her.

"Are you with one of them?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm. He didn't want to ask her and he knew that he didn't even have a right to ask; but that couldn't stop him from confronting her about her behavior in the restaurant.

Kagome raised a brow at his question. He looked at her blankly, but she was sober enough to recognize that there was something flickering in his eyes.

She knew that she should just tell him the truth, that there was nothing going on, but the vindictive part of her remembered when she saw him and his fiancee together in the Uchiha compounds. Her stomach clenched as the sight flashed through her mind again and she knew she wanted him to feel the same pain that she felt.

"Itachi," his body stiffened at the cold tone of her voice. "I could be sleeping with all of those guys in there and then some and it still would be none of your damn business." She smirked when she saw something akin to hurt betrayal flash through his countenance.

She knew it.

She knew that he still felt something for her.

Everybody else might have bought his lies about him not caring for her but she could see past that façade.

She always could.

What she didn't expect was his reaction. Before she could even blink, she had found herself pinned to the cold stone of the restaurant, her wrists bound to the top of her head. He was looming over her, the sharingan blazing in his eyes as he appraised her form.

"Are you mocking me?"

Kagome couldn't help but wince as his fingers tightened painfully on her wrists.

But she just couldn't stop herself from trying to rile him up.

"Are you enjoying playing with me?" she asked in response.

"What?"

"Oh please, Itachi. Don't act so betrayed and hurt that I'm out with other men." She pursed her lips when his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'm not the one with a fiancée."

He looked at her silently for a few strained moments before releasing her. He paced a few steps away from her, exhaling sharply. "Shiori-san is-"

"I know exactly what she is. You don't have to tell me." She muttered, gingerly rubbing her bruised wrists. She was prepared to brush past him and walk back to the restaurant.

"No!"

She looked up, surprised at the sudden burst of emotion from the Uchiha.

"I mean-" he broke off, pacing again. His brows were furrowed as though he was not sure of what he wanted to say. "She does not mean anything to me. I tried...tried so hard to care for her but she…it's just not the same."

She's not you.

It was unsaid but the pair could still feel the pressure of it surrounding them as though he had just shouted it to the whole village.

Kagome slumped against the wall and watched Itachi with tired eyes. "What do you want from me Itachi?"

"I-I don't know."

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. "I mean, do you want me to wait for you. Is that it?"

Itachi stood there, silent, the sharingan in his eyes retreating, leaving only the familiar dark orbs. "I cannot see you with another man. I won't let you."

Kagome's blue eyes flashed, her anger starting to rise up at his words. "Excuse me? You won't let me? Who do you think you are?"

His eyes blinked blankly at her. "Itachi Uchiha."

The smaller teen blanched. "You-you are so-ugh! I can't even-" she sputtered out in indignation. She stalked up to him and poked his chest, craning her head up to glare at him. "Now you listen here, you conceited Uchiha," she hissed out, only growing even more irritated when he cocked a brow, the first light of amusement glinting in the dark orbs. "I will go out with whomever I want, whenever I want, and you cannot say any-"

She was forced into speechlessness when Itachi brought her flush against his body and brought their lips together.

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8 years ago…

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This was the last place where she wanted to be.

10-year-old Kagome Higurashi exhaled sharply and blew a stray strand of hair out of her eyes as she leaned back against the white hospital halls. She was supposed to hang out with her older brother today but unfortunately, Bankotsu and her father had to go on a sudden ANBU mission.

She had told her mother that since she was 10, she didn't need a babysitter but her mother clearly didn't agree. Jeez…

So that was how she had found herself tagging along with her mother as she was taken on a mini tour of Konohagakure Hospital.

"And this is where we place the patients who we have already stabilized Kagome," her mother, Kaya Higurashi informed her.

Kagome nodded, her sapphire-colored eyes glinting with knowledge and awareness that a child of her age does not normally possess.

Her mother was a respected medic-nin and though Kagome had nothing but respect for the occupation, her dream was to be in the ANBU Black Ops like her older brother and father. Kagome fidgeted nervously as her mother looked at her expectantly, knowing full well that her mother would love nothing more than for Kagome to follow in her footsteps and become a medic-nin.

"Higurashi-san," a younger medic-nin walked up to her, a case file in his hand.

"What is it, Fuu?"

"It's Uchiha-san," he responded, his voice etched with tiredness. "He won't stop requesting to be released."

Kagome raised a brow as her mother laughed suddenly. "Ah, I see. Well, you can just give me his file, Fuu. I'll talk to the young Uchiha." The younger medic-nin gratefully handed the file over and walked back to deal with the other patients. "Come Kagome. We'll go home as soon as I talk to Itachi."

Kagome trotted after her mother, her eyes shining curiously at the new development. "Itachi Uchiha?"

"You know him?"

"Not personally…but I've heard of him." Kagome pursed her lips as she remembered what her brother had told her about the young Uchiha heir. "Apparently, he's supposed to be this really smart kid. Is it true that he graduated from the Academy when he was only seven?" She had graduated at the age of 9 and not to ruffle her own feather but she took some pride in that. For Itachi Uchiha to have graduated at seven…he must have been something else.

Her mother glanced at her daughter from the corners of eyes, a slight tilt to her mouth. "Yes, Itachi-kun is very intelligent for his age. It wouldn't surprise me to find out that he graduated from the Academy at such a young age…"

Kagome mulled this over as she walked beside her mother until they reached a relatively large private room. Pshh, nothing but the best I guess for the Uchiha heir.

She waited just outside of the room as her mother strolled in. She peeked in and saw a kid around her age, laying leisurely against the headboard, a medical journal in his hand. He had shoulder length onyx black hair and dark eyes. He was definitely an Uchiha.

"Ah, Itachi-kun. What's this I hear about you tormenting poor Fuu-san?" her mother asked, smiling at the teen.

"I just needed him to sign my release forms so I can go already. I've been here for two days and-"

"You came in with some serious injuries, Itachi-kun. We just want to make sure that there are no other repercussions."

"I am fine, Higurashi-san. I just – who's that?" he cocked an elegant brow up when he noticed Kagome lurking just outside his room.

"Ah, that's my daughter Kagome," Kaya answered. Kagome reluctantly sauntered into the room when her mother called her over. "Kagome, this is Uchiha Itachi. Say hi."

Her blue eyes darted down to the medical journal that was laying on his lap and couldn't help but be impressed by the title. Advanced Techniques to Facilitate Heightened Regeneration. This was definitely a book not meant for children. Kagome raised a brow as her gaze drifted upwards to lock gaze with the young Uchiha. Her brow twitched at how utterly blank his expression was. The edges of her lips twitched into a smirk when he started to fidget under her stare.

"…You look tired," she said blandly, noting the dark shadows under his eyes, the lines of exhaustion only heightened by the light of the room. "You should just stop whining and stay put in the hospital like my mother said."

"Kagome!" Her mother slightly admonished.

Kagome rolled her eyes and plastered on a mocking smile. "Okay, okay. Hi, Uchiha Itachi. I'm Higurashi Kagome. Nice to meet you."

His mouth opened as if to retort. Kagome stared at him, looking at him, challenging him to say something. Itachi narrowed his eyes but decided better of it and decided to just ignore her.

Kaya looked down at her daughter and let out a small sigh of exasperation. Kagome wasn't exactly the subtlest child.

"Higurashi-san! Higurashi-san!"

The three turned to see a frantic medic nin rush inside the room, her white uniform stained completely with blood, the cloth so soaked in it that it dripped on the floor. Itachi flinched at the sight, a reflex that didn't go unnoticed by Kagome.

"What is it?"

"There's an emergency! A male shinobi was just brought in with severe lacerations on his torso and upper arms. He's suffering from severe internal bleeding. We need you downstairs immediately!"

"Alright. I'll head down."

Itachi leaned forwards. "Wait, Higurashi-san. About my papers?"

"I'll talk to you about this when I finish downstairs. Kagome, stay here until I come back," Kaya commanded, her gaze aimed at her daughter. She left but not before turning around once more. "Please not try to cause too much trouble while I'm gone."

Kagome saluted her mother, a wide smile on her face. "Will do, mother!"

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A soft click echoed around the room as the door closed behind the medic-nins. Kagome turned around, a smile on her face as she observed the bed-ridden eleven-year-old. He was currently reading the journal again and Kagome had a feeling that she had irked him earlier with her comment. Ah, well… "So, what's up, Uchiha?" She pranced closer to his bed when he didn't respond. "Hello? Hello? Uchiha, did you hear me?" She grinned when she saw his temple twitch in annoyance.

Itachi kept his eyes resolutely on the page though at this point, he didn't even understand what he was reading anymore.

Kagome was prodding the book, trying to get the brooding Uchiha to respond to her. "Hey, don't you know it's rude to ignore people when they're talking to you?" Her hand was on the top of the journal. She was about to steal it from him when his hand suddenly flashed on top of hers, gripping her hand tightly.

"Do you mind?" he gritted out.

She frowned in surprise at his sudden action. She didn't even see him raise his other hand. So he was quick, she'll give him that. His face was still too calm for Kagome's liking. Kami, he was only one year older than her. He was way too serious for his age.

She studied him thoughtfully before a sly grin made its way over her face. "You know Uchiha-san, if you wanted to hold my hand," she began, her eyes glancing down at his hand which was still clasping her fingers, "you should have just asked."

He froze, giving her a startled look. He drew back, his expression looking a little flustered.

"Ha. I'm just kidding around with you." Kagome laughed, patting him on the back genially. He looked down at her, a small pout on his face. "Besides, you can hold my hand anytime," she winked elaborately at him, sniggering when he sputtered out indignantly.

"I don't-"

Kagome sighed, holding a hand to her forehead dramatically. "Don't worry. This'll be our little secret…"

"What secret?" Itachi demanded, bemused at the younger girl's actions. She was so weird.

She just waved his outcry aside as she looked around the room. Despite it's larger size, it held the same furniture as the other rooms, the same wallpaper, the same light blue curtain, the same…whatever.

"Hmm…what are we going to do about that?"

Itachi looked up to see her standing and looking down inquisitively at the puddle of blood that was on his floor. He winced.

"What's the problem? Don't like the sight of blood?" Kagome asked.

"N-no," he answered hollowly. He felt a little sick. Flashes of mangled bodies strewn carelessly on the battlefield; blood splattered everywhere…He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the disturbing images.

"But you're a shinobi aren't you? Shouldn't you be used to the sight of blood?" She wasn't trying to be nosy but she was just genuinely curious about his adverse reaction to the sight of the red liquid. Seeing blood had never been much of a problem for her. After all, she had seen her mother handle patients in bad conditions numerous times; not only that, she couldn't even keep track of the times where her brother and father dragged themselves home, their uniforms drenched in blood.

But there was something in Itachi's eyes that showed that he was…uncomfortable with it.

"The sight of blood…brings back memories I would rather not remember." His voice was empty, his eyes looking past the white walls, seeing something that wasn't there, something that a child of his age, no matter if he was a prodigy or not, should have seen.

Kagome looked at him, sympathy swimming in her eyes.

Itachi looked up to see Kagome discreetly leave the room. His brows were raised when she came back, moments later, a mop in one hand, a bucket securely in her other hand.

"What are you doing?"

Kagome shrugged and smiled at him weakly. "Eh…I don't like blood that much either." Without saying another word, she silently dipped the mop and went to work on removing the blood, taking extra care to make sure there was no trace left.

Itachi tipped his head back, a strange expression on his face.

A few minutes later, when she was sure that there was no more red stains left, Kagome tugged the mop back on the bucket. "There we go," she exclaimed, grinning widely at the silent Uchiha. "Clean and spotless. Okay, let me just return this thing…I doubt the janitor would appreciate me stealing his mop. I'll be back Uchiha."

"…Wait, Higurashi-san."

She turned back, her small form hovered in the doorway.

"Thanks…" he paused, letting a small smile, "and you can just call me Itachi…"

Kagome blinked, but a wide smile erupted on her face not a second later. "No problem, Itachi. And for the record, you can call me Kagome," she responded, "Higurashi-san is my mother."

Thoughtful onyx eyes met with warm cobalt orbs.

Kagome smiled again, her previous sentiment of not wanting to be in the hospital dissipating completely.

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NEXT TIME:

In which Kagome finds that when it comes to his baby brother, Itachi Uchiha is actually a softie on the inside...

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I originally uploaded this story as an Itachi x OC x Kakashi but I couldn't resist changing this into an Inuyasha x Naruto crossover…So yeah…hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think. Toodles!

Updated: 06/21/2012

I just finished most of chapter 2 and I'll post that up once chapter 3 is mostly written.
Any reviewers until then will get a nice preview of chapter 2! Thanks again for reading.

Updated: 06/26/2012

You guys are awesome and after reading some of your reviews, in particular those who addressed the issues of Itachi's eye color, I decided to do some web surfing and you guys are right! It was my bad. So for now, I'll change Itachi's eye color from "dark blue" to "onyx" and based on narutohq . com, Sasuke's eyes are actually dark gray. Ha...sorry for the mistake guys! By the way, I love your suggestions and some of them are definitely going to be used for future chapters.