Long ago, there was a shinobi clan famous in Japan for their standing against the Oda. The Iga shinobi humiliated Nobutada and did not lose until Nobunaga himself attaked the Iga. The Iga were all but obliterated due to Nobunaga calling a ceasefire. Of those who escaped, one was a young woman, her young son, and her sister. But what happend next, would still be a mystery.

Akane ran as fast as she possibly could with a baby in her arms. Isano turned around.

"Imouto, please!"

Akane was nearly out of breath. She looked down at her son, whom she had yet to name. His father was killed during the siege. She looked at Isano. Isano was young and strong. She would be better suited for this...

"Isano, listen to me," she said, stopping. Isano turned and looked. Akane never used her name. It was always 'onee-chan'.

"Isano... take my baby."

Isano glared at her sister.

"What are you saying, imouto?! We have no time for this! Hurry, before we're caught!"

Akane walked to Isano and placed the baby boy in her arms. She kissed the baby and kissed Isano's forehead.

"I can't survive, Isano. I'm too weak from giving birth. Please, onee-chan, you can protect my son."

"But, Akane!"

"Run! Before they catch you!"

Isano took off running with the baby in her arms. He had begun to whimper but once she took to the trees, he quieted down. She looked only in front of her. She could not look back. The tears cascaded down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby..." she whispered to her nephew. It was then, a light shone. The next thing she knew, she was in a whole other land.

Isano froze in her tracks. This land was so different from her own. She looked around. The baby was beginning to whimper again. There had to be a village nearby. Perhaps she was just panicked and now was not the time to panic. She began wandering around when she heard a rustling. She clutched the baby to her. She saw three figures jump out of the bushes. She screamed, covering the boy. The three who had charged at her froze immediately. They were dressed so strange. The girl had pink hair and was showing parts of her body that should not have been exposed, a boy had blond hair and a strange orange outfit, and the most normal looking one was wearing a strange blue shirt and strange white pants. The baby in her arms began howling and the pink-haired girl stepped forward.

"Are you alright?"

"Get away from us! Who are you?! What are you?! Where am I?!"

The three glanced at each other. The normal looking one took charge.

"My name is Uchiha Sasuke and these two are Haruno Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto. We are Genin from Konohagakure. You are within the village limits. Who are you? State your business."

Isano looked at them confused.

"Konohagakure? I have heard of no village and I was made familiar with all the villages in the Republic of Iga," she said. The three looked at her confused.

"Girl... what the Hell is the Republic of Iga? You're in the Land of Fire," stated Naruto. Isano bit her lip.

"The Republic of Iga is where I am from... in the Land of the Rising Sun... Please... I will explain after my nephew is taken care of," she cried.

Team 7 took the nervous Isano and the crying baby to their sensei, Hatake Kakashi, who in turn took them to the Hokage. The Hokage was currently questioning Isano while her nephew was being cared for.

"What is your name, date of birth, village, and purpose here?" asked the old man. Isano blinked.

"My name is Oyama Isano. I was born the First Day of Mutsuki in I believe in the Twelth or Thirteenth year of Eiroku (January 1st, 1569 or 1570) and I hail from the Iga village in the Republic of Iga in the Land of the Rising Sun. Our village came under attack and my sister, Akane, her son, and I were forced to run. Akane had just given birth and forced me to go on without her, taking her son with me. His father died during the siege. We were trying to escape Oda Nobunaga and his soldiers," she said, fighting back tears. The Hokage stared at her confused.

"These places don't exist..."

"They must! You're trying to fool me! You must be of the Oda Army or at least aligned with him!"

"You must be from somewhere else..."

"What do you mean?"

"It may sound strange to you but imagine your world is a ball... Now picture that ball being thrown into another ball and bouncing off. For that split second, the balls were connected and transferred energy to one another. One ball put forth more energy than the other so something extra was given. In this case, it was you and your nephew. You're in a whole new world, Isano. One that must be more advanced than your own, but still similar in customs, language, foods, and traditional dress."

"I must... start anew?"

"I am afraid so. At least get familiar with any differences. What is your nephew's name?"

Isano bit her lip.

"Akane did not get to name him. I will name him... Choukichi, so that he may be lucky and blessed."

"I believe you should give him your last name, Oyama. So as to not cause confusion to your relation in the village."

Isano nodded. The Hokage went on to explain how things would work and where and how she would live. It was decided that she would stay with Uchiha Sasuke, since he had room to spare and according to the Hokage, needed people to talk to.

This of course, did not go over well for the young Uchiha.

He wanted nothing to do with Isano and Choukichi. They were foreigners, strange ones at that. Besides, he didn't like being close to people, especially babies.

Isano quietly followed the young Uchiha, clutching Choukichi to her chest. Sasuke glanced behind him.

"Are you alright with the kid?"

Isano glared at him. How rude of him to call Choukichi that kid. She adjusted her arms.

"I am quite fine with Choukichi," she huffed. Sasuke paused in the middle of an empty street. The buildings were crumbling a bit due to lack of care. He turned and looked at her.

"Well, this is the Uchiha part of town. My house is a long way from here. Here," he said, going for Choukichi. Isano took a step back. Sasuke sighed.

"It's fine, I won't hurt him," he said annoyed. Isano looked down at her nephew and nodded, handing him to Sasuke.

"Here you have to tilt your arm up a bit. A baby's head needs to be kept elevated," she said quietly, placing her hand on his arm. Sasuke adjusted and looked down at Choukichi. Isano couldn't help but smile. Sasuke didn't realize it, but he was being very gentle with the baby. Sasuke began to walk with Isano following.

"How old are you?"

Isano tilted her head.

"I believe twelve or thirteen, why?"

"You're small for your age. How do you know so much about babies?"

"Where I come from, women marry as young as fifteen, some fourteen. Usually sixteen or seventeen. Men marry at youngest, sixteen. My sister, Akane, was fourteen when she married Kentaro, who was seventeen, but didn't have Choukichi until she was nineteen. Kentaro and Akane had lost a few babies in the womb before Choukichi, so when he was born, they were so happy," she said. The last part she said mostly for herself, to remind her of how much of a blessing he was to them. They reached a house that looked like the ones back in Iga. She smiled in familiarity. As they walked in and took off their shoes, Sasuke turned on a light. Isano jumped in shock.

"Don't you have electricity where you're from?"

Isano shook her head.

"I have no clue what it is. We used candles and lanterns..." she answered looking around in amazement. Sasuke showed her around and explained how everything worked. He was annoyed that he even had to explain a toilet and sink. Finally, he brought her to a spare room.

"This is where you can stay with Choukichi," he said, handing her the baby. He set down the pack the Hokage provided for her. He showed her how to make formula for the baby and how to change a diaper (much to his annoyance and disgust). Isano thanked him and set Choukichi on the inside of the bed. She turned to Sasuke.

"Will your parents mind if I stay here with Choukichi?"

Sasuke fixed her into a cold stare which she returned with a nervous one.

"My parents died when I was a kid."

"Don't you have anybody?"

These questions were bothering him, but he found himself answering anyway.

"No... my brother is gone somewhere," he said simply. He didn't want to get into it, especially with this stranger.

"What's his name?"

"Itachi."

Isano sensed Sasuke's discomfort.

"Sasuke, you said you were a Genin... Is Konohagakure a shinobi village?"

Sasuke nodded. Isano smiled.

"The Iga are shinobi as well. I was trained as a kunoichi. But, women are mothers, not warriors to my people. We are trained more to defend," she said. Sasuke couldn't help but be surprised. She did not strike him as the kunoichi type.

"Then what was all that screaming in the woods?"

Isano bit her lip.

"I was unable to defend myself while holding Choukichi. It was my reaction to my helplessness. I thought if you were of the Oda, I could coerce you into believing I was weak, not a kunoichi."

"Oda?"

"My land, the Republic of Iga and primarily my village, was under siege. Oda Nobunaga wished to take Iga and unify the Land of the Rising Sun under one government. Rather than be united with the rest of the country, we wanted to maintain our independence. Nobutaka, the son of Nobunaga, decided to attack us. He failed on numerous occasions because he is a silly little man who knows nothing of strategy. His father, Nobunaga, disgraced by his son, took matters into his own hands. I despise him for destroying my fellow shinobi, but I commend his strategy. He took his army of thousands and placed us under siege. The Iga have barely enough men to fight. It was an unfair advantage on Nobunaga's part. Kentaro, my brother-in-law was one of the ones lost in battle along with my father and brother, Ken'ichi. Nobunaga called a ceasefire and allowed a few of us to escape. I last saw my people either running or being swallowed by the flames we set ourselves, my mother being one of them. Akane, holding Choukichi, and I ran as fast as we could, in the opposite direction of many of our fellow Iga. Akane, weak from giving birth about two weeks before, entrusted Choukichi into my care, declaring herself too weak, too much of a risk. I ran with Choukichi as fast as I could and somehow ended up here," she said.

Her eyes betrayed grief and she blinked back tears. Sasuke had no clue what he should do. This girl was like him, but different as well. She didn't seem to hate this Oda Nobunaga, even if he killed almost her whole family and conquered her land. She didn't feel an ounce of hatred.

"How can you commend him when he took everything away from you?"

Isano smiled a weak smile.

"It was war, Sasuke-san. We either won or lost and my people failed our ancestors. Oda Nobunaga is an honorable man, despite what he has done. He let some of us escape. He had the country's welfare in mind, but didn't stop to consider the people of the country. Besides, he was able to outsmart us in the end, which, for the Iga, is disgraceful of us," she said weakly. Sasuke clenched his fist.

"I cannot forgive the one who killed my family..." Isano placed a hand on his arm.

"I do not forgive Nobunaga as a person, but I do respect him as a leader and warrior. My people would have done exactly the same, given the circumstances."

Sasuke studied Isano closely. She was wise beyond her years, but she could not understand. Not when the killer of his clan was his own brother. His brother, who only wished to test his ability, his brother, who had spared him, his brother, who called him weak, his brother, who tasked him with avenging their clan. Choukichi let out a cry. Sasuke and Isano looked at the infant. Sasuke cleared his throat.

"I'll leave you to Choukichi then. Tomorrow we can shop for the two of you," he said, heading towards his room. Isano sat on the bed with the bottle of formula Sasuke helped her prepare. Choukichi quieted down as Isano sang a quiet lullaby.

Sleep, sleep,
Sleep, my child!
When was my
Baby made?
In the third month,
In the time of the blooming
Of cherry-flowers.
Therefore the color of the honorable
Face of my child is the color of the cherry-blossom

Sasuke stood outside the door, quietly listening to Isano's sweet voice. It reminded him of his mother. He went to his room, filled with memories of his mother.