This, everbody, is my first story. I can't really tell if it's good or not but you can be the judge of that.

As slanted towards one person it is, I'm not too sure what the pairing will be so don't assume yet okay?


Chapter One

She bowed down low to the people who stood before her and her parents. She was quite young, no more than eight, a ripe age for refinery. All of her life, she had been taught to be kind, graceful, and intelligent. No fool would be born into an clan with the influence such as hers. To each and everyone of her teachers, she listened, always thirsting for more knowledge, soaking it all up like a sponge, no matter what the subject was.

Not only did she learn of intellectual matters but also of pleasant mannerisms. If she was ever to be a proper lady, she must learn the basics of respect and the workings of the clans. One day she would marry into a high status clan to unite the two and bear a child for the start of a new generation. Her father, being the head of the clan, would choose a suitor for her to wed, probably picking the one with most money or power. It was important for a clan to have both of those as well as strong ninja, male and female.

Miyu returned to her upright position as did her parents as the guest bowed also. There were four of them in total, two boys and their parents. The father was tall, gruff, and bore a serious expression on his face while the mother looked benevolent and smiled graciously. There was quite a contrast between them that one may not think that they were married for love and not betrothed, as some were.

Between the boys there must have been about a four or five years of age difference. The eldest looked about to be only thirteen was tall and serious as his father, even sharing some of the same appearance, black hair and eyes. The younger boy, about Miyu's age looked as though he was attempting to be like his father and brother but resembled his mother more with raven black hair and onyx eyes.

Surreptitiously, Miyu studied the family, trying to take in and comprehend every minuscule detail. This was a sort of talent that she possessed, to look into one's eyes and find the window to their soul. There were but two that new of this strange ability, which were her parents, who told her not to speak of it to anyone though not giving any reasons or explanations. Looking into the young boy's eyes, she saw determination, strength, and intelligence, meaning that he had the workings of a ninja which was most likely what he aspired to be.

Her vibrant purple eyes moved on to the older boy to immediately freeze. There was some sort of block, like a wall that shielded his mind from her. Miyu shuddered sub-consciously in her embroidered kimono of red. This had never happened to her before. She had always been able to break through whatever barrier one may have over their mind but something in the back of her own told her not to.

No. It didn't tell her not to, she couldn't even bring herself to try. Her heart froze over with fear whenever her eyes would drift to his. So to avoid this, she did the only thing she could and that was to stare at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"She has sharp eyes, Kouhei." It was the father that spoke first. His name was Fugaku and he was the head of the Uchiha clan, an ally of Miyu's.

"I know. A talented one, she is," responded her father. She could feel his gaze set upon her as he spoke. "Just like those sons of yours." At this the younger boy forced himself not to smile, proud of the complement that had been given. This meant that he definitely wanted to be a ninja and that he probably didn't get complemented very often about it.

Miyu was absolutely intrigued by this boy, for he seemed particularly different from the boys in other clans that they had met, most of which were rich and had an air of arrogance. But this boy whom Miyu identified as Sasuke didn't seem snobby or superior in any way but more of a normal person. She had never met a normal person before, only the higher-ups, and she wanted to learn more.

"Miyu, I need to speak with Uchiha-san. Show these two young gentlemen the garden." Her father spoke calmly with a tone of impatience laced through it. She looked up to him with an indifferent expression, one of serenity, to look into his eyes. As she was about to look into the 'window', the man ripped his gaze from her. "Go. Now."

"As you wish, Otou-sama." Sensing sudden anger from her father, she turned back to the two sons and bowed as the parents exited the room. "Follow me, please." She turned on her heel and proceeded to walk down the hallway. Footsteps sounded softly behind her, showing that they were ninja, indeed. They walked beside each other, the smaller one on the left, decided Miyu judging from the sound of their steps.

The house was styled as an old fashioned Japanese home would be and most of the light came from the light of the sun as one of the walls was more of a fence so one could walk along side the garden and smell the fresh flowers. In the middle of the hallway, were steps that led to the back yard and garden, which was their destination because the day was exceptionally bright and warm.

"This is the yard. I hope you enjoy it as you may do as you wish." Miyu spoke lightly, smiling the fake smile that she had been perfecting for most of her life. It was small, delicate, and made her look as if she were an angel. And she knew this, being told so many times from strangers from far off lands.

She hated it. She hated it to the very core, being oggled at by people of whom she had yet to even say a word to. It was like being in a zoo, or some kind of exhibit, people stare at you and judge you on what you look like and watch your every movement to see if you are 'proper'. Miyu thought it was stupid and a waste of time, having to do all of these things but such was the way of the human race.


He looked at her with amazement sparkling in his eyes. What a girl. She was different than any he had ever met, as most ended up claiming their 'love' for him after a few minutes. Her name, from what he remembered, was Miyu and to him, it suited her perfectly. Beautiful and gentle, she was.

"Do you like her, Sasuke?" His older brother, Itachi asked him as he sat in the cool, green grass. They had been sitting in silence for some time as Sasuke had been off in a different world. "Well, do you?" he pressed on as Sasuke looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean, Nii-san?" he replied as he looked back to the young girl. She sat quite a ways away on the steps to the house, watching them as if it were a noble duty. She wore a red kimono made of what looked like silk, already two signs of her clan's wealth, which also had patterns of colourful flowers on it. Her hair was jet black and was done up neatly with another flower in it.

What spoke to him the most though, were her eyes. They were some kind of purple, not dark yet not light, something totally new. Deep with an air of mystery as if a pool of secrets swam behind them.

"I mean, as in Otou-san likes Okaa-san. Like a girlfriend," explained Itachi quietly. "Do you?"

Sasuke scrunched his face up in disgust. "A girlfriend? Ew!" He shook his head wildly to accent the point that he obviously didn't like girls yet. Well, at least not like that but he could get along with them as friends and that is exactly what he wanted to do.

He rose from his spot under the tree and cautiously made his way over to her. Sasuke usually wasn't one to approach the female species as they were still strange and foreign, fawning over him like a kitty cat. The closer he moved, the more nervous he felt; butterflies racing around his stomach as if in some sort of frenzy until eventually it was too much. He stopped in his tracks and stood stalk-still, holding his stomach gently.

"If I may, I would like to inquire something of you..." started the young girl in front of him. He looked up at her to see a pair of somewhat quizzical eyes staring right back at him which in turn made him gulp slightly. She was so different from the other girls back in Konoha, being polite and perhaps even shy in a way, making him somewhat afraid of making a fool of himself.

He nodded slightly, eyes wide as Itachi looked on at him while trying not to laugh. Sasuke would glare if he could but at the moment, he couldn't look away from the girl who sat before him. "Why do you seem so...scared?" Miyu blinked a couple times as did he. This was a question that he had not been anticipating but yet somehow seemed as though it was the perfect thing to say.

Why did he seem so scared? Miyu was just another ordinary girl who, of course, was incredibly rich, courteous and pretty. But that shouldn't matter. It should be no big deal right?

Sasuke stood straight, scratching the back of his head and chuckling awkwardly. "I-it's nothing!" Miyu just smiled and shook her head, probably trying not to laugh. "I was j-just wondering..." he stuttered. It was hard to make the words come out just as he wanted them to so he had to slow his speech in order to make any sense whatsoever.

The boy who stood before her, Sasuke, stuttered as he talked. Miyu just thought that he may have been nervous about meeting new people at first but then she came to realize that their clan was as hers was. They were prestigious and powerful meaning that he must have met with other clans like this, which cut off the theory of him being shy towards new people.

"I wanted to know if...you...um..." he spoke slowly and carefully, as if what he was trying to say was hard to word. Perhaps it was a difficult thing to say. This only made Miyu even more interested in him and his words.

"Yes?" She spoke in and calming and gentle tone to sooth his uneasiness. After doing so, she looked at him as he watched her. Why was he so tense when he was attempting to talk to her?

"U-uh...nothing never mind!" he blurted out wildly. Pink stained his pale cheeks as he turned and ran away, back to his place by Itachi. Miyu blinked in confusion when he did this. She definitely regarded him as a queer boy, and out of all these that she had met, he was unquestionably the most.


His face contorted as his brother began to laugh, most likely at him for what he had done, whatever that was. They seemed to have a very close relationship but that was not all that her eyes could catch. There was seemingly a barricade surrounding the older boy, something of a facade to shield his true self from the watching world around him.

Her gaze was trapped in the smoky black swirls of this barrier. Oh yes, she could literally see it with her eyes of hers, for she could see many things that others could not. When there was dark, she could see the light and when there was light, she could see the dark. And now in the rays of sun, all that her eyes focused on was the shadows.

They weren't any ordinary shadows but ones that hid in secrecy from the glow. They lasted through the day, and flourished in the midst of the night, slowly but surely gaining the power it needed to overcome the light. It was growing and there was nothing that one could do to stop it; nothing at all, for it was too late.

Soon, the wall would give way and the shadow would spread over the land and into the hearts of everyone around. It would kill them all, giving them a slow and painful death; one full of hurt and suffering. Miyu's eyes widened as she looked into the boys eyes once more. Goosebumps appeared even under her heavy kimono before she fell into a state of unconsciousness.


Blood, sweat, tears.

The sky was dark and starless as the moon shone brightly.

But there was no mirth, only fear.

A fear that would turn one's heart to ice and make their soul cry in helplessness.

Screams filled the chilly air, ruining the silence that once inhabited the streets.

People everywhere, on the ground, lifeless.

Blood, sweat, tears.

A young man, very young.

He had eyes of red and black.

They drill holes into you, kill you, from the inside out.

They looked on with no regret and no remorse.

His eyes locked with another's.

Blood, sweat, tears.


Enjoy.