Mikoto Uchiha couldn't be more pleased. She had known that the coup would've happened regardless, but some of the clan members had become hesitant. They were worried that they would fail, or that betraying the village wasn't the right thing to do. They didn't seem to understand that it was the village that had betrayed them by accusing them of having a part in the Kyubi attack five years ago.
That had been until they received a gift from the Gods.
A young Uchiha girl, about twelve years of age, appeared on clan grounds a few days before, alone and without many memories. She was polite, and could easily have fit in with nobility with ease. She was exactly what all Uchiha wanted their children to be.
After the Gods showed their support, no one showed any signs of hesitancy. It was decided that the clan would attack in two years.
And best of all, Mikoto was given the honor of molding her into a properly loyal Uchiha. She'd always wanted a daughter.
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Sasuke hated the dark. It made him useless in a fight, and he hated being a liability. He didn't understand how Itachi had done it, nearly killing him despite being terminally ill and almost completely blind. This darkness, however could be accepted. He'd stepped into it willingly after all.
After those damned Hyuga allied with Mist and Rock a few years ago, surprising everyone and managing to decimate Leaf and Sand within a few months, Naruto and Kakashi had been plotting something and hadn't let anyone know what was going on until they'd finished. Apparently they'd somehow figured out how to send someone back in time to before everything had gone to shit. He hadn't asked many questions, but apparently Naruto had received the idea from a dream-most likely left over from the Sage's presence- and Kakashi managed to modify his Kamui to send people through time as well as space. He was giving up one of his Sharingan to do this and the technique would cause too much strain on his chakra circulatory system to allow him to use it on himself with his other one. Unfortunately only one person of small body mass could go back, and Sasuke knew just as well as everybody else that the only logical person to be sent back was his daughter; she was the only child with ninja training left from Leaf and the few from the crumbling resistance in Cloud were frankly pathetic.
He had accepted that she had to go back-though did she have to sound to eager about it? That didn't stop refusing to let her go without proper protection, completely ignoring her prodigious talent with Genjutsu and interest in medical Ninjutsu, having invented techniques that made him and his late wife Sakura regret telling her stories about Kabuto and wonder why Naruto had thought giving Anko a position in the Academy was a good idea.
No, Sasuke didn't mind this darkness at all. He may no longer be much use in a fight, but at least his little Sarada should be safe.
His only regret was that he didn't get to see her beautiful little face anymore. She was looking more like her aunt, the girl he'd named her after, by the day.