It began, as so many stories do, with a birth
Hi readers! Sorry this is short, but it's only the prologue.
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I own noooothing! I steal nooooothing! I know noooothing! Wait- that last one was untrue! Well, untrue-ish…
It began, as so many stories do, with a birth. This, in itself, was nothing extraordinary. Birth is the ultimate beginning, a place in time to point at and say, 'There! That's where it all started!' However, these births are usually the heroes' own, and are most unusual in some way, a portent of things to come. A beginning that leads to greatness, even if it's only in a story.
This birth, however, was in itself unimportant. This baby would never grow to be a hero, or a villain, or a sidekick. This baby would never grow up. A stillborn, a male who would have been an Uchiha. His mother, Mikoto, wanted so badly to have a child of her own to raise and nurture, but this was not it. His father, Fugaku, wanted a weapon to forge, but it was not to be. This story is not of the child, but of the void left by the absence of a child. And what would, in time, grow to fill it.
The mother, as aforementioned, wanted a child desperately. The death of the infant shocked her deeply. To ease the blow, her husband told no-one about the death, claiming the birth was a success. He was an important man. No-one questioned, no-one doubted that the unseen child was merely being raised by overprotective parents. No-one saw it, ever. It didn't matter.
The second pregnancy went smoothly but Mikoto, her faith broken, still ashamed of the lie but horrified by the truth, didn't want to take a chance this time. No-one was told, and she hid her growing stomach under a genjutsu whenever she went out in public. Two years after the first child died, the second lived. He was raised out of sight, as his parents claimed to have done with the first. One child was achnowledged. Another existed. The gap between the two was dismissed. Mikoto had her son. Fugaku had his slice of greatness to mold.
Too bad one ideal would destroy the other.
Aaaaand there it is. One of the strangest plot-rodents (too vicious and sneaky to be rabbits, surely…) that my brain has ever hatched.
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I'm still giving commands. Damn! Do not listen to what I say! Unless you want to…