2 Chapter 2

Itachi groaned, he had finally gathered enough strength to stand up.

His body was in pain, even his sickness felt like heaven compared to this.

He didn't know how he knew, but his legs dragged themselves towards the square shaped mirror, at the far end of the room. It took only three minutes to reach the mirror, but he felt like he had run from Kumugakure to Sunagakure.

He was sweating profoundly. No, he was sweating blood like he had Hematohidrosis. His body was far weaker compared to those of regular humans.

Coughing up blood again, he looked in a mirror.

He wasn't too shocked with what he saw. It was indeed his body, even though it looked younger, and paler than what he remembers.

"Did I regres–!"

Itachi's words came to a sudden halt. A pair of fresh memories started entering his mind. The process was quite peaceful compared to the pain in his body.

In these memories he was a Madao, a totally helpless old guy or Middle Aged Dumb Ass Oldie. He was only 18, but he lived like an old man. (Reference Gintama.)

He was a Celestial Dragon, people who hold extreme power in the world government. Most of them were trash, but Itachi 'Uchiha' Morningstar was the biggest trash of all.

He would spend his time gambling with other Celestial dragons, fooling around with mermaids, avoiding taxes and picking up fights, so that an admiral would come to his rescue.

He was disowned by the Morningstar Uchiha branch, but he was still a Celestial Dragon who received One billion berries a month, and yet he is stuck in debt of over 100 billion berries.

The reason he lived his life carelessly was because he was born terminally ill, and was fated to die before the age of twenty, meaning he had about one year left to live.

"Even so, why did he kill himself?" Itachi muttered with his hand on his chin.

He could tell that there were many missing pieces in the memories he got. First of all people's face where all blurry, and some other things were just left out. Why the previous owner tried to kill himself was also a mystery.

'Did everyone I freed from edo tensei also reincarnate into this world of Devil fruits.'

It was a scary thought. He didn't want to be tangled up with a guy who screams, "Art is an explosion!" again. It will be worse if a delusional person like Madara comes, he might even be the next King of the pirates.

'At least I can feel my chakra... That's a good thing, I guess.'

Even though its at genin level, Itachi can feel his chakra in his body.

'This world has no knowledge about chakra. Is that why my sharingan isn't working... or is because I don't have enough chakra to activate it yet.'

Itachi had tried moving his chakra to his eyes, but it only made them have a red glow, before it ran out.

He scanned his room, and he could tell that he was really a Prince, which made him wonder why such a person would try to kill himself.

His eyes still wondered across the flashy big room, that is all he could do, since he couldn't walk, thanks to his pained body.

He soon spotted an old rusty treasure chest at the far corner of the room.

The chest didn't fit the setting of the room, more like the only rusty coin in a gold mine.

It was black, yet everything in the room was white, even his clothes and skin were white.

"There is nothing like that in the memories."

Again his memory failed him. He was sure that the previous owner had prospagonosia which made him forget people's faces, but he didn't think he had dementia too.

"This is crazy."

Everything around him was crazy. Seeing his friend's face, waking up in a world of villainous pirates, and finding himself as the only person with chakra.

If that wasn't crazy, then what would be.

'But honestly I don't care.'

I Itachi Uchiha will finally cure this sickness, and go on a vacation.

Itachi lived all his previous life for other people. His Clan, the leaf, his younger brother, and the Akatsuki.

He barely did anything for himself, and he was just tired of fighting. He was now a Celestial Dragon, he barely had to do anything, if he wants he can have someone carry him all day, but he couldn't...

'Why do they keep people as slaves?'

'Should I just kill all Celestial Dragons?'

Itachi shook his head, he was too weak right now to repeat what he did back them. In his p.o.v the Celestial dragons looked worse than the Akatsuki.

"I am the worst." He muttered.

His eyes suddenly lost their spark, and he just forced a smile.

The previous owner was a total scumbag, he abused his servants, to the point of taking things sexually, before ordering an admiral to kill them.

He bullied his younger siblings, and coward who bowled down to his elder siblings. A type of guy who only respects the strong and powerful, yet a tyrant to the weak.

"Ah, there is nothing I can do about it. It's already toothpaste out of the pack, it can't go back... and I just don't want to die again."

He died with a smile, but what was after that didn't make him smile at all.

Itachi of the leaf, was now Itachi the Celestial Dragon. That was his new life, and he was going to live it in the most lazy way possible.

He finally gathered strength in his legs, and he slowly walked to the rusty old chest at the far corner of the room.

Arriving at the chest he coughed up a bit, as it was too dusty for him to handle, but his eyes saw a note next to the chest.

"It is written by blood." He muttered.

Itachi hadn't touched it, but he still could see and smell the blood used to write.

He picked it up, and the first words greatly shocked him

[From Mom]