WRITERS NOTE
I'm not sure of the direction of this fan fic as this is my first time writing!
Anyway I hope you like my OC as I'm a diehard Itachi fangirl *fans self*
I'd love to hear any thoughts and any advice or comments are more than welcome! ^_^
CHAPTER ONE: REFLECTIONS
First and foremost I am a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf and contributing to the cogs that keep the village turning is what I live for. I am a Jonin and train such a talented team of Genin ninjas in the academy who all aspire to be the next Hokage, of course. My brother is a member of the ANBU and although we live together I rarely see him, so a majority of the time I live alone and carefree. There is only a few years between us but I'm still the typical defenceless little sister to him, whether I'll ever outlive that persona I will never know. He's always looked out for me I suppose and he has always been overly protective of me, but then again I can understand why.
My mother was born of the Arashi clan, a small collection of talented ninjas who were all such experts in healing ninjutsu a little way away from Konoha. Being so close to the Leaf Village meant a lot of the specialists were often travelling for medical assistance and my mother spent a lot of time working with the Hokage hopeful, Tsunade. Eventually she settled in Konoha in the very home I live in now and over the few months that followed ended up working within the Uchiha clan, their hot headed youths often needing medical attention after intense training sessions.
Before long my mother sensed that she had eyes watching her, they were the very same ones that had captivated her own. He was an Uchiha and my mother was the only one who ever saw him without his active sharingan. They were inseparable, like two magnets with an irrevocable attraction to one another. The bonds that tied them to one another eventually led to my older brother and then a few years later led to me.
Neither my brother or myself were born with a sharingan, although both being birthed from Uchiha lineage this only pushed us both to work harder for my fathers sake and pride. Both of us typically had dark eyes and the same soft raven black hair as the other Uchiha children and the same urge to succeed. We were both born at the same time as two other Uchiha brothers and grew up in such a happy environment. First my brother and the older Uchiha enlisted; the older Uchiha brother was instantly deemed a child prodigy and perfected every jutsu with such ease, which only challenged my brother to keep up with him. They both graduated early, both became members of the ANBU, both ended up on the same squad and my brother has been serving as such ever since.
I enlisted at the academy at the same time as the youngest Uchiha sibling. We didn't exactly see eye to eye, even though we grew up together I spent a lot of time alone at the academy and whenever I could I sought out my brother and the older Uchiha to ask for guidance. I graduated alone but not once was I unhappy; I admired the older Uchiha brother and I felt so warm when he was around and I loved my brother.
Everything was happy and everything was uncomplicated; everything was perfect and everything was full of love..
Until the massacre.
I had never felt such betrayal and heartbreak. My body was limp and my eyes burnt from the amount of tears that flooded from them. I could have cried a river and drowned the whole clan if they hadn't already been slaughtered. That night my brother had been sent on an urgent mission suddenly and I had been approached to help coach some unconfident Genin at the academy until late but by the time I had reached my home it was too late. Every single Uchiha was lifeless and if it hadn't had been for the unsettling influx of death that lingered in the air you would have guessed they had all passed out from exhaustion. It was a silence that still rang like bells through your ears and the emptiness that embraced me made me collapse to my knees and shattered my own heart into scraps.
Even in death my parents looked happy. I didn't have any strength in my body to hold them but they held each other; I found solace in the knowledge that they weren't alone. I don't know how long I sat staring. All I remember is my name being screamed over and over until I was pulled to my feet and crushed by a pair of strong and familiar arms. I couldn't focus but I knew the scent of my brother and I could hear both the terror in his cries as well as the relief that I was unharmed.
My mind was detached from anything that happened next but I was aware that my brother fled with me tight in his arms. I may have been a strong shinobi but in those moments I was truly useless and weak; I was dead inside.
The cold and bitter night air momentarily brought me back to life and my brother helped me to my feet. He hadn't had the chance to react or take the events in and he just sat with his head between his knees, a prominent shiver overcoming him but whether it was from the cold or from crying I couldn't tell. I was numb and all emotions had left me far behind like the clan had but I had to allow my brother a moment to grieve.
Moments passed and the amount of "why" and general heartbroken outcries left my brother's shadowed being. The only light that surrounded and comforted us was the moonlight, had it not been for this we may have thought we were asleep and this was just a nightmare that plagued us.
Suddenly alert, a figure caught the corner of my eye seemingly fleeing the village; a silhouette of a man I only knew all too well. My stomach tossed and turned and I was overcome by an urge to bring this presence to the ground like the rest of the Uchiha clan.
If it hadn't have been for the moonlight I wouldn't have seen this being cry too, however there was a different meaning to these tears as opposed to my own. I couldn't bring myself to chase him down and my brother was too gripped by his own agony to notice.
This was the last time I saw Itachi and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. He had caused this bloodshed and carnage to his own family as well as my own and it sickened me to have the same blood coursing through my veins that made me an Uchiha.
I cast away the Uchiha name and I adopted my mothers clan name. I was no longer Eden Uchiha but Eden Arashi. I'd managed to seclude the Uchiha name in the deepest part of my unwanted memories but the emptiness itself never once left me.
