Hi there … well here is a little story that came to me in a history lesson, guess that explains the Victorian type theme

Anyways, on with the story!

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KEY

"Thought"

Real life

My name is Rin Haruno, I am a maid to the most rich and powerful woman in Konoha, her name? Mikoto Uchiha. This is the story of how my daughter was, and still is, the remedy to Spoiled-brat Syndrome …

Today is the day, the day the second heir to the Uchiha fortune is due to be born. As Mikoto's personal maid, I am expected to deliver the baby but there are two reasons for me not doing the deed. The baby is one of the most poorly little things I've ever seen.

Looking at the scan of the baby, you could already see how small and bony he was, and how he never moved. This fact scared a lot of us at the time; he had a heart-beat so we all scared ourselves in to thinking he was going to be born paralyzed, but the child has a condition that none of the doctors had ever seen before (A/N: Remember that this is supposed to be set a long time ago, but with a modern twist). He simply got tired too easily, and had a heart-beat ranging from to slow to too fast.

The second reason is that I'm pregnant myself. My mistress was announced pregnant before me, and when I found out I was too, I terrified myself into thinking that my baby was going to be sickly as well, but to my relief my baby, "Girl may I add" was bonny and healthy. PHEW! A big worry down.

So when my mistress (A/N: If you haven't realised Mikoto is her mistress) goes into labour, the doctors will be there and I will sit with her, holding her hand and wiping her fore-head free of sweat.

Easy! … Or so we thought.

Heavy pants and nervous squeems filled thee room as we all waited in anticipation for the doctors to start.

Mikoto took hold of my hand, rather tightly, as Doctor Tsunade readied her self for the procedure about to start.

"Alright, on the count of three I want you to push as hard as you can" instructed Tsunade "Okay one … two … three push!"

"Arrggghh!" screamed Mikoto as red spread across her face in the amount of pressure she was putting into the baby being delivered safely.

This routine was repeated many times before the baby was finally out.

The room was quiet.

There were six people in the room, including the baby, but only five heart-beats were heard.

No screams of a new-born were heard either.

Silence.

We were wrong, the baby was going to be a still-born. I was to wrapped up in my thoughts to notice my mistress clawing and screaming about, desperately trying to jump out of her bed and run to her baby, some how help.

She could do nothing; I couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of grief she was going through right now. I held her down as she violently tried to shake me off her, but I succeeded.

She calmed down as I held her close as she sobbed and cried depressing things about it being her who was dead instead. That would change nothing, no matter how much she prayed it was the case. Nothing could be done.

The doctors were working over the baby, trying to resuscitate the poor little thing, dead before even getting a breath of air.

One by one they stepped out, one by one deciding they could do no more for the boy, one by one deciding his fate.

I couldn't believe they could do such a thing, a baby they were going to let die! Anger boiled up inside me, but to my relief, one of the doctors stepped back in and tried again.

"One last time little lamb" she whispered

She intertwined her fingers and hovered them above the child's chest.

As the thud of her hands against the baby's naked chest, "Waaaaaaa!" swirled violently around the room, along with the emotions we were all feeling now.

Relief.

Mikoto cried again, but this time they were tears of joy.

She took the doctor who had saved the boy's life into a head-lock of a hug and thanked her as many times were possible before her attention was immediately turned back to the bundle of cloth being gently placed in her hands.

"Sasuke, my little one, Sasuke" she sighed as the baby calmed down as his mother fed him.

Everyone looked away as she had her moment with her survivor of a son. Sadly it could not last long as the baby had to be checked he could still survive.

My mistress watched as many tubes were stuck into her son, with a look of deep pride in her eyes.

"He's a tough one," remarked one of the doctors proudly rubbing Sasuke's already azure coloured head.

"No" Mikoto whispered "He's stubborn"

Well that's chapter one of My Pink Haired Remedy. PLEASE REVIEW

PEACE-OUT

MO-FO's

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