Chapter 1: The New Uchiha

Groaning, I half-opened my eyes, waking up slowly, and reached over to shut off my alarm, only to find it wasn't there and wasn't the thing that was beeping. In fact, there wasn't any bedside table. My hand hit a cold metal surface. I opened my eyes fully and was shocked at what I saw. My hand, covered in a neat, white bandage. Attempting to sit up, I failed miserably, a oxygen mask pulling at the tender skin on my face. Reaching up my other hand that felt nothing, I saw it was fine, but my hands were almost perfect. With perfect, centered nails. And straight, slender fingers. I frowned in confusion. My hands had never been perfect. My fingers had been long and fat, with hair and calluses. Some of my fingers had been bent and my nails weren't straight. Reaching up to the oxygen mask, I took it off and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of cleaner and bleach. I also detected blood. At least my sense of smell was the same. Feeling my face, I felt bandages covering my right eye. My hair was pretty much all there, as far as I could tell. There were some signs of skin grafts, though, as I felt several small, thin scars covering portions of my face. Using my bandaged hand, I ripped the IV drip out of my good arm, and threw off the covers, to find legs that certainly were not my own. They were model-type legs, slightly muscled, and smooth, no sign of hair. Sighing, I got up, attempting to find a mirror. Ah, there was one. Floor length mirror next to heart rate monitor. I looked in it, then froze in shock. The beeping sound that had woken me sped up. The door crashed open, and a doctor ran in, only to stop when he found I was standing. I turned to him slowly, and asked, "What have you done to me?"

Because the face and body I had seen in the mirror were not my own. They were how I would imagine a young, female Uchiha Itachi would look like.

I stayed still in my seat, sitting up straight, eyes open and staring hard into the Hokage's gray-green eyes. He sighed for the fifth time in the past 10 minutes and took a puff from his pipe for the ninth time in the past 5 minutes. Steeling myself to expressionlessness, I watched as he shuffled through several papers and scribbled something down in the notes section of what looked like a certificate of citizenship. "So you're saying you are not Uchiha Itachi's twin? I 've got blood tests that show you might as well be."

I nodded, biting my lip. He asked again, "And you're not from this world, you're from another one, and you didn't formerly look like this?"

I nodded again, chewing on my poor lip. Yesterday, or what felt like yesterday to me, I had died a just turned 16 girl and then I woke up a technically 13 year old female Uchiha Itachi before the Uchiha massacre. (I had watched the Naruto anime back in my old world when I was younger.) The Sandaime Hokage sighed again. "Well, I guess I'll draw you up papers as a citizen of Konoha, but how are we going to explain the eyes?"

I also had what seemed to be permanently active Sharingan, marking me as an Uchiha. Thinking hard, I came up with a scenario. Opening my mouth to speak for the first time in 20 minutes, I asked, "Does Uchiha Mikoto remember Itachi's birth?"

He shook his head. Just what I needed. "Then just say that I am his twin, as I might as well be a female him, and tell her that I was stolen away at birth but I wandered into the village two days ago, with amnesia and severe injuries. That will explain the eyes, the sudden appearance, and the injuries."

He thought it over for a moment, then said, "You're willing to fake amnesia?"

"I've got nothing else I can do. I don't know how to get back into my own life, one that I would actually prefer going without, and if I must, I will kill for you and for Itachi, and for Naruto. I somewhat understand what it feels like to be shunned." I smiled sadly at him, letting him now it was a tight subject that I would not divulge much about. Although my own history was for a much different reason. It was because I excelled, because I was good, that I was pushed away. The Third stared at me for a moment, both of us lost in thought, then scribbled something down quickly, snapped his fingers and an ANBU appeared out of nowhere, taking the scroll and disappearing again. I watched him as he leaped across the rooftops at a speed most couldn't see. "That's Kakashi, isn't it?"

He nodded, silent, and puffed on his pipe. "I assume you can help him?"

"No, I won't help him, I'll just give him a push." I answered, still watching him. He watched for a little longer as well, then pulled out a drawer in his desk, reaching in and taking out a hitai-ate with the leaf symbol. He offered it to me, and I took it silently, nodding my thanks. In my original life, they had started genetically modifying humans to fight in the wars that the country had created. I had been the first test and only subject, as I was dying anyways, from a car accident that left the injuries that Konoha's hospital had taken care of. The scientists in charge of the experiment didn't even attempt to help me, just stuck more and more needles into me until I broke out of my chains, destroyed them and their research, and the entire facility, then fell asleep, dying. I died in my world, but somehow managed to end up in this one, with all my genetically engineered powers remaining. Sense of smell, sense of hearing, vision, and sense of taste too. I could literally taste the air with my tongue. I even had some things that would pass as shinobi skills, like the ability to use inner energy, which they called chakra, but I could use it for forever, as my resources were always being restored and were practically limitless. I could access every cell of my brain, every memory, and I could use a memory of my own to go to that place, even if I were on the other side of the world. I could not, however, switch worlds. I had perfect, detailed, memories, organized like books in a library, every day adding another book to those shelves. My abilities in normal things had also gone up, as they gave me steroids or something of the like, that made my muscles so much stronger, so much stronger that I had crushed the door handle when I walked in. I could easily, very easily, learn Japanese, as I had just learned it by reading a dictionary of the words. I still felt like I was cheating, though. Before, it would have taken me ages to learn and memorize something like that. Now it took me minutes, or maybe hours at the most. So I would be able to learn anything a shinobi could probably do, but a thousand times faster. A knock at the door shook me out of my thoughts. I turned to the door, and the Hokage called out, "Come in!"

"Hokage-sama, you called for me?" A man I recognized as Uchiha Fugaku stepped in, bowing slightly, a haughty look on his face. I stared at him blankly, not letting him see my emotions, but I saw fear, confusion, and shock run through his seemingly emotionless eyes. The Hokage replied behind me, "Yes. I called for you. This girl, you recognize her, yes?"

"She looks exactly like Itachi." He answered without thinking, then blinked in shock, once, shutting the door behind him, he stalked up to the desk, slamming his hands down on top of it, and I turned to follow him with my eyes. "Who is she? Is she a missing twin that we were not aware of?"

"She collapsed at our gate two days ago, injured and without memories, but it was certain who she was. She is of your clan. The Sharingan is unmistakable. We believe she is a twin stolen away at birth before anyone knew she existed. Will you take her in?" The Hokage asked, his demeanor completely different from when he talked to me. Fugaku looked at him, then me, then back at the Hokage. "Blood tests?"
"Here." Sarutobi Hiruzen handed him the papers, including the ones categorizing my injuries. Fugaku scanned it quickly, then looked at me with hard eyes, trying to intimidate me, I suppose. Thinking this would be a perfect time to speak, I spoke in perfect formal Japanese, "I have no name as of yet, so will you name me, father?"

He stiffened at the word "father", and I bit my lip, immediately regretting that decision. He turned to the Hokage. "I will take her in. Is there anything essential I need to know about her?"

"As the result of a good many experiments done on her, she can very easily destroy things and loud sounds as well as strong scents. She is a shinobi in many aspects, but there are some things you may need to teach her, such as jutsu, but she will catch on very quickly. Her mind is perfect in all aspects, and anything you give her she will remember forever. Treat her well." The Hokage said, and I bit harder, drawing blood that I quickly licked away. I hadn't wanted to tell them that. My new father whirled around and stomped out, pausing at the door only to say, "Come with me."

"Fugaku, you're back already?" A woman called from the kitchen. His only reply was as he took off his shoes, "Hn."

I took off my shoes, placing them neatly next the shelf by the door, noticing two pairs of shoes were missing. There was 8 compartments, two for each person in the house, I assumed, one cubby was for inside slippers, and the other for outdoor shoes. Two pairs were gone, more than likely Itachi's and Sasuke's. Father had already disappeared into the room where a delicious smell was emanating from. I followed the scent in, walking as quietly and quickly as I could with bare feet on wood. A woman, who I had correctly assumed was my new mother, stood by the stove, stirring a large pot and watching over a fry pan with green vegetables in it. Father, as I would call him from now on, went and hugged her from behind, then took over the ladle, allowing her to turn around. Immediately her hands went up to her mouth, eyes watering, and I attempted to smile, only succeeding to get a slight smirk. She giggled and wiped away her tears. She smiled at me fully. "Looks like you are just as expressionless as your father and brother, huh? I always wanted a daughter. Is this what the Hokage called you for?"

She asked my father over her shoulder. He hnned a reply, which she obviously understood, as she walked over to me. I was already, at 13, quite tall compared to her, and was nearly her height. She was very pretty, but I obviously took after my father more, as she frowned and pulled me a little closer, I suspect inspecting for similarities between her and me. She found it in the lips, apparently, as she poked them once, pulling them this way and that, then hugged me tight. "Thank kami you have my lips, at least."

She held me out, looking me once over again, then asked, "Do you have a name? I can't keep calling you daughter forever."

"We need to name her." Father spoke more than a one word answer since we got out of the Hokage's office. She frowned at him, then turned to me. "What would you like to be called?"

"Whatever you find suitable, mother." Apparently me calling her mother made her very happy, as she squealed and hugged the air out of me. "How about Kushina?"

My father offered, hitting a sore spot for obviously the both of us. I winced, and Mikoto's face darkened. She stalked over to him and yelled in his ear. "I am not naming my daughter after the dead! They will not return so I refuse to have her feel like she has to live up to it!"

"I don't mind." I tried to appease her, but she turned on me. "I'm not naming you Kushina! I won't name you until I find the perfect name."

"You won't name who until you find the perfect name?" A soft, smooth voice called from the doorway. "Ah, Itachi!"

Mother poked her head out of the kitchen. "You have Sasuke?"

"Yes, I picked him up today." Was the answer. Mother latched onto my arm and dragged me out, pushing me in front of chibi Sasuke and Itachi. "Sasuke, didn't you say you wanted a sister? Well, it's your lucky day! We found a missing member of our family!"

I watched their reactions carefully. Itachi had been surprised, but it soon dissolved into worry. Sasuke, however, watched me, openmouthed with shock. Itachi hissed at his mother, "Blood tests?"

It was so like his father that I just had to. I bust out laughing, laughing so hard my stomach hurt and I was barely able to see from all the tears. Rolling around on the floor, I clutched my stomach, letting out the laughs until they softened into giggles that shook my body. I tried, but failed to stand up and grab onto something, resolving to wipe my eyes so I could see. After the fit had subsided, I hiccupped, shocking myself and all of them and a hand was offered, which I took. Carefully standing up, I took a deep breath, forcing down the last of the hiccups, and faced them. "I'm so sorry, you are just so like father I was surprised. He said the same exact thing when he was told. I was, so to say, spirited away at birth. I was only recently found at the gates of Konoha, blood tests are done and the Sharingan were unmistakable. So, our mother-" I emphasized our mother, "- was wondering what to name me as I have no name yet, or I have one and do not remember it."

"How about Mitsuki? It means moon child. Child being bright and lively, and moon being cold and silent, like the both sides of you that you seem to have." Itachi offered, smiling gently at me. I blushed and decided immediately I liked it. My former name was my own, but I needed something different. Mitsuki was perfect. "I like Mitsuki. I love it."

My new mother clapped and whirled me around, picking me up easily, even though she looked fragile, completely different from my own mother. "It's perfect. We'll name you Mitsuki."