Disclaimer: No…Again, if Itachi is dead I don't own it.

A/N: I'm not sure what's going on with me lately, but if this keeps up I'm definitely going to fail my English class this semester. Also, not sure what's with my sudden fascination with Itasaku (Or making them all animal like…) but I'm just gonna roll with it- because really, what more can I do?

I have a feeling this story is going to be epic, and hopefully you all enjoy it!

Term clarifications are at the very end, to clear up any confusion you might have. If your still a little lost, don't be shy to ask!

Again, suggested reading format is 3/4-1/2...the paragraphs look so much better that way.

Unbetad, so probably full of silly mistakes.

Weaseled Away
By Tsukiko Hoshino

While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God's creation.
(Maya Angelou)

He remembers, a time long ago when he was young- very young and hardly a year weaned, where he had curled up against his mother's side, soaking up her warmth. It was a time where the ravages of winter took place outside their warm home, the cold air somehow finding a way to seep inside. Almost all the men were gone on campaign, and with his father away he'd been allowed more leeway in his studies than usual.

Even at that tender age, he'd been pushed to fight. To be faster and smarter than anyone else, to be ruthless, even though it was not in his heart to do so.

It was his mother then who had been his escape from all that. The nights where she allowed him to cuddle close, and mended the wounds of a long day practicing death with her songs and stories. His mother's slender, elegant fingers weaving tenderly through his growing hair.

He would have been easily lulled to sleep if he had not been such an inquisitive thing, always eager to learn more.

So she'd told him the story of the world's creation when the universe was still considered a newborn in the eyes of the old gods; they created the planet called earth, imbued it with mountains and valleys, forests and deserts that were given veins made from rivers that lead out to the seas. Still their new world was empty and thus they gave it a multitude of flora and fauna.

Despite the beautiful flowers, towering trees, golden sands and lush seas they had brought into being they remained unsatisfied.

Then they made crafty foxes, noble wolves, elegant- colorful birds, ruthless sharks and among all others they made the weasel- agile and quick, both in mind and body so that despite its size it could take a creature three times its magnitude and twice as dangerous to its death.

The way she spoke made him feel every bit as powerful, as gallant as she painted the wiry weasel to be, for they had been his name sake, his ancestors.

But still, the gods were not happy, not satisfied. They wanted more, and so they created creatures meshed between their own images and that of the animals they created.

They were smarter than their animal counter parts, stronger as well. The old gods failed to realize how dangerous this could be for them, and taught them even more. Showed them how to do magic, how to shape shift and create new things. So successful became those new creatures of theirs that they nearly became their downfall.

They nearly matched the gods in power and in longevity; the only saving grace was that there were so few of them at the time. And so they were deemed as another failure, and a third creation took place.

Humans.

This time, the gods had learned to be careful in what they gave. They made the humans to look just like them, no animal like strengths to aide them.

Their bodies lacked the strength and agility of their brethren and instinct too had been dulled in them…They could not sense the coming storms, nor earthquakes, or floods that shook the earth in its volatile early days. Their greatest asset was their ingenuity and brilliance. However short they lived, they burned all the brighter for it.

It was his kind who called themselves Mononoke who had come to their aid upon their birth. It was not the gods who made them that taught them to survive. It was them.

They taught the humans to fish, hunt, farm and fight. The two species had been as brothers once, the older teaching the younger to survive in their new world. For a time, they lived in peace intermingling with one another and sharing their strengths.

The end of it all was said to be a woman of great beauty. A human women.

If the story were told by a Mononoke they would say she fell in love with one of their own and ran away from an unhappy match to be with him. This was the story she told to him then. Years later he would learn that if the story were told by humans it was said that she was stolen from her groom by a blood thirsty beast.

Either way, the days of perfect peace were ended for good afterwards. Even as she spoke, his father had been off at war, quelling disputes that had cropped up in their territory.

"What happened to the woman?" He had asked, staring up into his mother's warm, darkly colored eyes.

"That all depends on who you ask." She'd murmured, stroking his downy hair. "Some say the mononoke won, and took her for a bride. Humans will tell you otherwise. Many say she died." She paused then, finger outlining the furred ear jutting from the left top of his head. He was getting better and better at hiding them.

The mark of a true genius.

His eyes were slipping shut then, ready to relinquish himself to sleep. "Why?"

"For all the lives lost due to her." His mother explained patiently. "So much destruction for one woman…I suppose she thought to herself "How can I live when so many have died?" She could not go on with the guilt. They say she hung herself." From a cherry tree in full bloom to be exact, but she would not tell him that. Already she thought that it was not a story for one as young as he, but her son was different than others of his age. Beyond brilliant, and he would not rest until he heard all he wanted to hear and lying would do no good.

It would be best to tell him the happier version. Where the human and the Mononoke triumphed and were happily joined together. Where they had many children and that they were buried together long long ago by the many children they left behind.

Even at that tender age he knew she spoke of suicide. "Why would he let her go?" His father would never allow his mother to do such a thing. He'd die before he let her leave him in anyway. The frown that twisted his lips brought a wry smile to his mothers.

"He did not know. He would not allow it if he had." She conceded, not knowing the truth of this but supposing nonetheless. It was after all not the nature of their kind to let go of something they loved. They were fiercely protective and loyal of those they considered theirs.

"Neither would I." He would never be as foolish as that man. If he had loved her so much, he should have known her heart better. "What happened to him?" he asked next, sleep staved off for the moment.

"Unable to live without her, he died too." His mother said with a sigh. Her little Itachi truly was an unrelenting kit. She hopped the next one would not be quite so troublesome. "But, they say the old gods felt pity and someday they would be reunited-in death or in life no one knows. Now enough of this, hmm? You are tired." She laughed at the yawn he tried to hide. "There are many more stories to hear tomorrow." Ones with happier endings and more pleasing by far. "Sleep." She ordered cuddling him close.

The ensuing "Hnn." She received sounded as though it was uttered from his father's own throat.

The first time he saw her, was when he'd been young- ten, and she even younger. He'd long since learned to control his form, surprising many of his family members. Only when he wished it to be so, would his ears be furred and his tail unveiled, the deadly claws hidden away under the guise of blunt human nails.

He could look as normal as any human and it was a great asset if the need ever rose to use it.

What surprised them most was that he had unlocked the eyes they called the Sharingan. The eyes that were said to have been plucked from a god's head during battle eons ago. Afterwards the technique was passed through the mononoke and to his children and so forth. They became the clan known as Uchiha. What was unprecedented however, for an 8 year old to have completely mastered the techniques it offered the user.

They had hailed him a genius, a prodigy because never before had one so young displayed such abilities. He was a pinnacle of perfection, deserving the title of the future clan head and his father's pride.

Often to Itachi's own consternation.

Although he would only ever tell one person, he'd be far happier drinking matcha and eating dango while reading the newest novels and poetry of the day then he would learning the arts of war.

Still- he was a dutiful son and did what was expected of him.

That night was the first time he'd ever hunted on his own, usually he would be accompanied by his older cousin, but he went alone this time after managing to give Shisui the slip. The air was cold- frigid really. His breaths coming out in frosted white clouds as he ran through the cover of the forest.

The moon was bone white and full to the brim, untethered by clouds and luminescent against the dark, nearly pitch black sky. Unburdened by anyone, he felt real freedom for the first time.

The large boar he'd chased down didn't stand a chance, and the animal that he was in part sang through his veins urging him to play much like a cat would with a mouse. So he did, until he grew too hungry and with one quick slash of his clawed hand to its throat put an end to it.

His kind were torn between two worlds, both that of the humans and the animals. One moment they hungered for cooked seasoned meals and the next for raw blooded meat.

They spoke in the tongue of animals and words of men. They built castles, and wore clothing; silk and cotton rather than animal hides. The men carried swords, though they had no need for it when they had claws and fangs. They were two worlds, meshed into one. Like the flipside of a paper fan, one part of him hated killing and the other part saw it as a cruel necessity.

With his own hands, he disemboweled it, peeling back the thick hide to reach the tender meat inside. Crouching there splattered in blood, with the red of his eyes bleeding through, gleaming even in the darkness he surely looked like a demon.

He'd barely finished, when she came barreling in. Although he was hardly surprised, because he'd heard her before he ever saw her. Could hear the beating of her heart, going so quickly he was surprised the tiny thing didn't break. The smell of her panic hit him next. It smelled like fruit left to rot, something that had once been so sweet morphed into something sour.

She was even smaller than his little brother, with her pale pink hair and fear filled eyes. She took no notice of him, as her wild eyes darted around diving beneath the overgrown roots of a great towering cedar tree so large it would take three men to encircle it.

The loud clicking of her teeth hitting together as they chattered was quickly silenced as she covered her face with her hands, silent as she could be. Yards away, he could smell the metallic tang of human blood and the saltiness of her tears.

With his brow furrowed he could not understand what one as young as her was doing out at night in the cold weather. If he was right, she was only five like his brother Sasuke-if not younger. Surely even human parents had protective instincts. His mother would never allow his little brother out at so late at night without supervision- possibly not even then. She'd grown much more protective over the years.

Although, perhaps that over protectiveness was in part due to Sasuke being so foolish. He had a knack for trouble.

Yet there the girl sat beneath the snarled roots of a tree alone and so very small. If he approached as he was, she would most likely become scared and scamper off even further. As of yet she had not noticed him, far too concerned with peering back the way she came every now and then.

That's when he heard the next one, screaming out in fury as he came stampeding into the small clearing. It was all Itachi could do to keep from reeling back from the stench that oozed from the man. He smelled like a walking corpse drenched in alcohol, and every fiber of his being was laced with malice. The sword in his hand dripping with blood, hers or someone else's he cannot tell because there is so much of it mixed together it's a jumbled mess to discern.

The hiding spot was not a bad one, but her eye-catching hair gives her away almost immediately and the man is closing in on her from the left.

On his own feet immediately, his hackles are raised as his eyes flash dangerously. No matter what tensions run between his kind and humans, there has always been an unspoken rule among his household. Children are not meant to be harmed; it's a decree that his mother is most likely to blame for because Itachi is sure his father wouldn't waste such sentiments on them unless pressured by her.

More so than that, he thinks of Sasuke in the same position and his heart clenches and his blood rushes with fury.

He's already placed on his human guise as he moved closer, purposely stepping on a twig to announce his presence.

Whipping her head around furiously searching for an obstacle to pit between herself and her pursuer her eyes land on him and somehow she decides he's just the thing and scrambles from her place beneath the tree to hide behind his legs.

For a human she was very quick on her feet, but his musings on her speed are ended when he feels her tears soaking through the leg of his tucked in Hakama. Itachi failed at biting back the inhuman growl rising in his throat as he tossed a sharp glare in the direction of the man closing in on the fiasco.

Without looking away, he easily picks her up and settled her slight form against his hip.

"Cute." The drunk sneered, eyeing the pair as though they were something distasteful. "That's alright then, I'll take you down together. The little brat fucking bit me. Can you believe it?" as if to prove it, he held up his arm, showing off the red and raw perforated circle imprinted into his flesh. It was torn and bleeding, but nowhere near the damage his teeth could and would do when provoked.

"Hmph." Itachi replied with a scoff, the poor foul had no idea who he was talking to. Even distracted as he was, he could take him easily, and he was rather distracted as he felt the tears against his neck, and the blood from her cut sticking to his neck and sliding down his kimono collar. The tiny fright filled mewls she was making put his nerves on end and made him want to sooth her tears away.

Rocking his body slightly, and letting a low rumbling noise loose to vibrate through his body, like he did with Sasuke when the boy had a particular bad nightmare he focused on the man in front of him. He'd give him one chance and only one. "Leave." Even with the girl pressed to him he'd have no trouble taking the man down, even if he would be the first human he'd ever kill.

It's only his tender heart that keeps him from leaping for his throat that very second. He's quickly come to the realization that he hates men who pick on those weaker than them and take delight in it.

The fool had the nerve the nerve to laugh and step forward, sword extended to cut. Only he never got the chance because the next moment the thin human veneer that Itachi had been holding up scattered like shards of glass.

Sleek black eyes rippled away to red as his fingers became pointedly sharper, nails lengthening and hardening. His ears which had been perfectly rounded and the soft peach color of human flesh began to morph, moving higher up his head as they grew furred and more pointed.

Even as his fangs were bared, his eyes betrayed not a single thought.

The growl he issued at the loosely termed threat foolishly went unheeded as the man took another step forward. It proved to be his last for mere seconds after that his head went rolling. Licking the blood off his hand, he grimaced at the taste and decided to leave it. It was as foul tasting as his smell.

With her face burrowed against his neck as it was, she could not see the torrents of blood rushing forth from the man's neck, nor the lolling of the eyes even after the head had been separated from the body.
'It would be best for her not to see that.' He decided, moving away as he back tracked her scent through the forest. Where ever the trail ended, he was sure to find her family.

In the meantime, he tried not to think about how it was all together disturbing how easy killing the man had been. Not physically, but mentally.

Feeling his little ward shiver as a cough wracked through her body, Itachi frowned to himself, bundling her even closer to his chest as he bent his darkly colored head against hers. "It's alright." He murmured tucking back a strand of blood soaked pink hair.

Leaning her away just slightly to survey the damage, he was once more displeased as discontentment rifled through him.

It made him wish he hadn't killed the man so fast when he saw the ugly assortment of bruises staining her face. There was a small gash on her forehead that wept and a busted lip that she'd received along with numerous other contusions that peppered her thin arms and legs.

Her wide green eyes flicked over his face quickly, before slowly meeting his own shyly. "Y-you won't hurt me?" She asked at last. The first words she'd spoken at all were uttered quietly, a shiver running through her form.

Frowning, he shook his head. "No." although he wasn't planning on it he really thought it was silly of her to ask the question and expect anyone to say yes- but then his little brother was just as foolish. Perhaps it came with age?

Hiding her face behind the long sleeve of her thin cotton Kimono she gave a hoarse cough, wincing as she did so.

His displeasure grew, as he pressed her frail form back into his own, wondering if it was normal for human children to be so light and boney. Tipping her head back, he studied her eyes, discovering that they were very close to the green color of matcha, which he quite liked. Humming quietly, he laved the wound on her forehead with his tongue in much the same way his mother did for him in his youth, and that she now did for Sasuke to sooth the pain away and keep the cut clean. The taste of her was pleasant unlike the other human.

Itachi was pleased that the sickly smell she'd been giving off due to her fear was nearly gone. As a matter of fact, she seemed content to sink into him, small fingers tightly grasping into the folds of his haori as her weary head leant against the spot where his heart thrummed away.

It's not long before she's asleep in the cradle of his arms, her weight barely noticeable but significant all the same. Picking up speed, his feet eat up the ground, even at his young age he's fast and what would take a human hours to walk he runs in mere moments.

The scent of fire that had been plaguing him grows stronger yet, and he quickly discovers that the safe harbor he'd hoped to deliver her to, does not exist. Instead, great plumes of ash and smoke are aloft within the air as a tiny little village is wiped off the face of the earth in the span of one night.

Taking a whiff of her hair- which despite her grimy appearance was not all that bad, he scents the air wondering if perhaps someone in her family has survived. Through his keen sense of smell he tracks down anything that smells similar to her. It's difficult to discern from the smoke, but Itachi manages it only to be disappointed once again.

A man and a woman lay at the edge of the village, brutally cut down. The long deep slices bisecting their bodies foretell that they had slow agonizing deaths, and the blood he smells coming from them is the same as that he'd smelled on the man's blade.

It's the first time he ever feels genuinely happy to have taken a life.

Now however, he has a new problem to contend with. 'What to do with you.' He thought, his lips twitching into a frown brought on by conflict. He'd like to take her home with him, where he can watch her and make sure she'll be alright like he does with Sasuke. Doing that however will only put her in danger, and his father would never stand for it.

As strong as he is now, he's not strong enough to keep her with him safely.

On the other hand, he remembers that long ago that his mother told him that saving a life made it your responsibility, and he had saved her after all. That made her hisand he couldn't just abandon her.

The bottom line was that he had to find a place that was safe for her, but easily accessible for him. 'And to hurry before Shisui finds me.' Itachi thought. He really didn't want his nosy older cousin to get involved; he'd get over excited and make a mess of things. A slow winding smirk crossing his lips as a plan quickly formed.

High in the mountains, not far from where they were standing- and closer to his home then they were now, there was a sorceress who had once been human until ages before his birth she'd mastered the magic of a god like snail. From that day forward, her aging had all but stopped.

She came from a long line of exceptional humans, one of which had been the nemesis of his own ancestor Madara. For a long time since then, the Senju and Uchiha had been at odds. But Itachi, as smart as he was did not see the point in keeping up the age old grudge. They had never done anything to him or anyone under his protection so he himself had no conflict with them.

Besides, Senju Tsunade was a brilliant woman, who could cure any illness and mend any wound. She was as strong as any Mononoke and had the battles under her belt to prove it. She was a more than worthy ally to obtain and so he had.

Of her pinnacle, there were only two others. A man of the name Jiraiya who traversed the land writing novels and poetry, and another named Orochimaru who had taken the path of the snake-quite fittingly at that because he was about as low as the serpent itself.

Feeling his lip curl in disgust, Itachi shook his head. Orochimaru had long since plagued him, eager to take his eyes and see if he too could obtain the powers of a god. The last time they had met, he'd warned the man that if he ever approached again it would be the end of him.

Time would only tell if his warning would be heeded.

Once long ago, the three of them had been a close knit group- legendary in truth. Hailed as heroes by Mononokeand human alike until some dispute drove them apart.

Tsunade would take the girl in; she didn't have the heart not too. Not only that but the powers she'd received had come at cost all their own. She was barren and did not have the chance of becoming a mother herself. 'Until now.' Itachi mused, glancing down at the thick pink mane of hair. He could already see the amber eyed woman taking the girl in as her own.

It was a perfect match.

There would be no person safer to place her with- baring himself. So with that, he raised his head to the moon resolutely, and took off like an arrow, flying straight and true as snow began to fall.

"Shizune! Get the damn door!"

It couldn't even be one in the morning and some asshole was knocking at her door. Griping her flaxen head between her hands, Tsunade cursed whoever it was to the realm of hell. She had a hangover the size of Katsuya. Pushing a surge of Chakra through her hands, she soothed the ache away, and contemplated having a sip of sake. It would take the bite out of her hangover. Rolling over, she pressed a soft silken cushion over top her head as her eyes slid shut.

The knocking had thankfully stopped and she could go back to bed.

"Tsunade-sama!" Shizune's shrill, panic tinted voice called out tearing the sannin from her desired respite. Biting back a growl, she tossed the plump robin's egg blue pillow to the side as she got to her feet. "This better be something important Shizune, or I swear…." She trailed off, slamming the shoji screen open.

There in her living room stood the infuriating future head of the Uchiha clan in all his glory, sopping wet and carrying an equally soaked pink haired little girl who was shaking quite badly. "The hell?!" She screeched making her way forward. "Shizune, go prepare a Futon!"

She didn't even have to touch the girl to know she was dangerously close to hypothermia. The blue tint to her lips was more than enough.

"Yes!" Shizune cried whirling away as she hurriedly went to fulfill her orders.

"Mind explaining this, or am I supposed to think you kidnapped a little human girl for the fun of it?" Tsunade asked, pressing her warm fingers to the girls frigid face. A frown settled on her lips as she studied the dark haired boy.

"Hnn…" He hesitated briefly, worry soaking into his black eyes as he looked at the small girl still encased in his grip. Itachi had tried his best to keep her warm, but she still felt so cold. It worried him more then he'd like to admit.

Itachi had always been a strange boy, and strangely behaved in her opinion. After all, how else could she explain his desire to make friends with someone his Clan held in low regard? He was always so very grown up for someone so young, but looking at his almost unguarded face she couldn't help but smile.

"It's ready now." Shizune called softly from down a corridor, an oil lamp lighting the way. Her dark gaze pinned to the young little thing Itachi had brought with him. "Will she be okay?"

Scoffing, Tsunade made her way to the prepared room. "With me here, how couldn't she?" She asked, returning to her own room for a moment. When she came back a small cream colored Yukata was folded in the palm of her hand.

Long ago it had belonged to her little brother Nawaki….but the little girl in front of her needed it so much more. "Well, are you going to explain yourself or not? I don't think your father will like hearing his son is a kidnapper." She bade, untying the girls sash to change her clothing.

The cloth of her Kimono was harshly wove, denoting someone of the peasant class.

Glancing away politely, Itachi crossed his arms. "I found her." He stated, staring at his hand thoughtfully. "She was running away from the man, and was in danger. So I saved her. Her family was killed so I brought her here to you." That was all she really needed to know as far as he was concerned.

"Uhuh." Tsunade mused, frowning as she took in the girl's bruises and cuts. "Malnutrition." She murmured to herself, skimming a finger along the girls ribs. "feverish too." She said, placing a hand on the girl's forehead.

"I thought she felt too light. Her parents should have fed her better." Itachi hissed, a tiny ghost like scowl settling on his face. It was imprudent to ever show too much emotion, but he was certainly displeased and it showed.

"Poor people generally don't have the best dietary choices." Tsunade huffed, rolling her eyes at the pampered boy. "They probably did the best they could."

The unconvinced sniff he gave brought her great amusement. "A little protective over her, aren't we brat?" She wondered, arching a brow.

"hnn." It was the usual answer the men of his family gave when they found the idea of giving a straight answer to be displeasing.

"What will you do with her when she's better? I doubt your father will want some human wandering the halls off his home." Tsunade said, pressing a glowing green hand against the girls forehead.

"She will stay here. With you…for a while." Itachi stated, calm as the tranquil surface of a lake and as sure footed as a cat.

"Oh, she will, will she?" Tsunade growled, annoyance shinning in her eyes. 'So presumptuous.' She'd like the smack the boy upside the head. Her ire was ever rising, and Shizune was beginning to panic.

It was the touch of frail fingers against her wrist that had Tsunade's eyes back on her little patient. Bleary, fever dazed green eyes stared up at her, barely open. "Mama?" the question was spoken in such a tiny, fragile little voice. At that moment Tsunade felt her heart waver and melt.

Biting her lip, she could do nothing but shake her head. " Afraid not darling…can you tell me your name?" she asked, smiling serenely, as she pushed back damp pink strands of hair off the child's forehead. 'So cute….' With her pink hair and green eyes, she looked like spring made flesh.

It was lucky that she could not see Itachi's proud gaze, and the slow tilting of his lips. There was truly nothing more exhilarating then being right. 'Perfect.' He thought, nodding his head to himself in agreement.

"S-sakura." The little thing said eyes half closed. She felt so very tired, and terribly cold.

Both women in the room could help but laugh, and Itachi felt a smile tug at his lips. 'How fitting.' He thought, gazing at her in appraisal. Sakura was a perfect name for a girl of her coloring.

Easily, Tsunade stripped the sopping wet Kimono away and replaced it with the dry one as Shizune pulled back the thick cloud like duvet. "You are a very strong girl, I'm going to take good care of you, okay?" The blonde woman murmured, patting the girl on the head affectionately. "For now you just sleep." She bid.

Just like that, his little ward was out like the flame of a candle.

Glancing his way with a look of complete exasperation, she pursed her lips and conceded defeat. "You win this round Uchiha." Tsunade said with a sigh, knowing she'd been played. He'd planned the whole thing down to a T before she even walked in the room- hell before he even got here no doubt.

"Aa." Itachi replied, doing his best not to look terribly smug. It wasn't everyday one such as he could defeat a legendary hero without even coming to blows. Settling himself on his knees near his charges head, he studied her face in the light of the lantern burning brightly from its perch.

With a small, heart shaped face, and tiny button-esque nose tinted a pink that closely matched her hair, even he could admit she was what one would call cute. Right now her flushed cheeks were slightly gaunt but he knew soon she'd be thriving with baby fat like his little brother and the dark circles under her eyes would disappear. He'd see to it himself.

Watching the flickering and fluttering of her eyes beneath her dark closed lashes, he wondered what she dreamed about. He hoped it was something peaceful. Like fishing, or reading…or dango, he'd have to bring her some soon.

Studying the boy in front of her, a smirk worked its way to her lips. Perhaps she'd been played, but Tsunade had a feeling the one who had been ensnared had not just been herself.

'Oh yes.' She laughed quietly to herself, sly eyes finding Shizune's bewildered ones.

Things were sure to become more interesting soon.

For the time period, I'm thinking something Fuedal times-ish, like Inuyasha. But it's really its own little world in general, with the fashion and tone overall being taken from that time. ( I would totes listen to Inuyasha's lullaby reading this. Great song.)

To explain, Yes, Itachi's family are basically Weasel Demons, and he ages at the rate of a human until he hits a certain age and stops. This, much like in real animals ensures a higher rate of survival. They grow quickly, and then the aging process slows over time.

Now, for a quick run down of terms I've used...

Mononoke- beast, demon, spirit. All these words rolled into one are what Itachi's kind call themselves. Humans who are particularly uncouth would call them Youkai.

Yukata- a very informal thin Kimono.

Matcha- fine powdered green tea that is prepared with a whisk, it's a very bright green and is the subject of tea ceremonies. Itachi likes to drink it with Dango.

Haori- The outer jacket he wears over his Kimono.

Hakama- The pants he wears over his Kimono, they usually have long billow legs, but his are tucked in via wrappings to make them fit tighter around his calves and ankles.

I can't wait to get my new tablet pen...I'm so excited to get back into drawing D: I really wanted to draw Itachi for this...he sounded so cool in my head...really I just found Young Itachi to be a joy to write and I hope everyone else liked him as much as I did...

So, if you'd like to see a new installment of Weaseled Away near you soon, REVIEW and lemme know what ya liked and what ya didn't.