AUTOR'S NOTE
Hello Everyone! This is my first long-term fiction in English. It's not my first language so I can't promise a perfect grammar but I'll try my very best!
This fanfiction is also posted on Ao3 in English, in Nyah! and Spirit fanfiction in Portuguese.
I hope you enjoy it!
Izumi is an organized girl.
Every day she wakes up everyday at seven a.m., makes her bed and slowly eats her breakfast. She then takes her calligraphy and taijutsu lessons. When it's over, she walks back home, around noon, when her mother is already back from her shift in the hospital. They lunch together talking about anything that happened during the day. After the meal, her mother usually retires to her room to a well-deserved rest, while Izumi leaves to the library or to play with her cousins. In that day, she decided to meet with cousin Yuki, who was a little bit older than her. But being the special day that it was, Izumi left earlier and practically ran home.
Her father had been sent to the frontlines in Kumo a few months ago. The date that his squad should arrive was today. Because of that, the girl was anxious - she missed her father very much, and was thrilled to finally meet him again. She ran and opened the door with a little bit more force than necessary, took off her shoes and walked inside searching for her family. She heard voices and followed them to the living room, where her mother and an unknown masked shinobi (ANBU, probably) with messy silver hair were talking. They looked serious what made her worried — what was that person doing there? Where was her father?
— I am really sorry, miss Uchiha. I will leave you two now — And before anyone could say anything he used shunshin to leave the area.
— Kaa-san? What happened?
—Izumi, its you're... - She hiccups - Your father. He is... he is dead.
For a moment nothing happens.
And then tears stream down Izumi's face. She feels her eyes burn and the world crashing down on her.
Her father was gone - and he would never come back.
There was no burial. He was Killed in Action and the body wasn't retrieved. All they had was his name written in the Memorial Stone. It was an honor but it wasn't enough.
Izumi didn't think anything would ever be.
That day mother and daughter visited the memorial. Izumi had just found out she would have a little brother or sister, and slowly she let hope grow inside her.
— Kaa-san —She said firmly —I will protect you and my little sibling. I promise.
Her mother smiled painfully.
— I know you will, darling. I believe you.
One day Izumi walks home and finds her mother crying hard with one hand in her belly. The girl doesn't say anything — she doesn't understand completely what is happening but she thinks it's better to let her mother be.
She notes, though, that her sibling isn't mentioned again. Even so, everything was fine or as fine as would get.
Until that day.
She went to the library as she always did. She found a very interesting history book and was dying to ask her mother a few questions about Konoha's foundation.
She entered her home and took off her shoes. But something bugged her and she realized that the house was silent — way to silent.
Izumi had a very bad feeling.
— Kaa-san? — She asked but no one answered. The girl walked around the house, the bad feeling growing.
There wasn't any sound. It was wrong.
Finally, she went to her mother's room. She opened the door and felt her breath stop.
Blood. Blood everywhere.
She saw her mother wrists torn and dried blood around them. She was there lying in her bed dead.
Dead.
Dead dead dead deadedeadeadead.
She tried to look away and that was when she notes a small paper. Without even realizing what she was doing she grabbed it a read.
"Izumi, I am sorry. I tried to overcome this but it was just too much.
You weren't enough.
I am truly sorry"
For a few seconds, everything was numb. Her mouth was dry and the world stopped.
And then she didn't feel like her eyes burned -no, it was much, much worse. She felt like her eyes were ripped off. Everything around her was sharp. She trembled violently and felt like she was going to die.
A crushing pain took her and she screamed.
She was alone.
There was nothing left to protect.
And it was her fault. Only hers.
She continued to tremble and cry and scream. And she felt like there was nothing left in that world for.
At the same time, in the streets, two boys were walking older one had a cat-like face and a smile that threatened to split his face. The younger one had a girl-like face and a small but happy grin on his face. They were chatting when the heard a painful, sorrowful and heartfelt scream.
They paused, looked at each other and run to the source of the said sound. They entered the house and ran across it, going straight to an open door where a figure could be seen, following the screams that continued to be heard.
The scene that met then would never leave their minds.
An older woman lied dead in her bad. Blood covered her and her surroundings. In front of her, there was a small girl trembling and crying her heart out. She clenched a paper with her bare hands, holding it as her life depended on it. And her eyes...
God her eyes.
They were red, like the Sharingan. But it wasn't the normal tomoe-shaped eye they were expecting…there was a star patterned design, one that they have never seen.
They didn't know but in that second the lives of those three children changed forever.