Madara's Daughter – In the beginning…
*YES! You peeps have WAITED and it has CAME! The biography of Ayame Uchiha and how she came to be! If you already looked at my profile page and read the WHOLE pile of worthless crap, you should already know a bit about her, but STILL! This is the beginning… Disclaimer: I may be awesome, but not awesome enough to own Naruto! ;)*
"Mikoto, what's wrong?" Fugaku rushed to his wife's side as she began puking mounds of rice from her throat. The kunoichi covered her mouth as her beloved husband pulled her hair behind her ears. She just shook her head, and he soon understood, supporting her to the restroom.
As the Uchiha kunoichi continued to throw up inside the toilet, two boys at the ages of nine and twelve sneaked towards the noise, hoping to get a peek at the ill woman.
"Itachi-Nii-san, what's happening to mother?" the younger, Sasuke, asked, peeking in from the bamboo doorframe. "You need not to bother them." said brother replied. He was already almost a teen and was just about to be appointed anbu. Itachi was already planning for Sasuke's future, but if his mother was having another one, it would ruin everything.
"Don't you have to practice your shuriken throwing? Move along." the boy ushered as the other scurried down the hall. Itachi let a small sadistic smile as he watched Mikoto lay down. Maybe this next child would actually become of use…
"Itachi! Come and fetch your mother a wet towel!" he heard his father yell. "Yes, I'm coming."
"Why not~?!" Sasuke begged, pulling at the shirt of his brother. "…Next time, okay?" Itachi replied, tying his headband in its correct spot. "But you say that each time!" he yelled, jumping up and stomping his feet. The anbu sighed, and brushed two of his fingers onto the other's forehead. "I promise."
With that, Itachi left the house in his brand new anbu armor towards the police department, leaving the Academy Student alone in the room.
Sasuke pouted as he stomped into the hall with his arms crossed. "It's not fair that he always gets to break his promises and I don't!" He grumbled about how he hated his life and other horrible things until he reached the kitchen where his mother was cutting up leeks with a full stomach.
"Hello, mother." he bowed quickly and ran up next to her. "How come you are cooking? Shouldn't you be in bed if you have a fever?" The kunoichi shook her head. "I'm fine; the doctor said I didn't have any kind of sickness." Mikoto continued slicing down the stem of the leek, not bothering to look back at her son.
"Sasuke?" The boy perked up and looked into his mother's onyx black eyes. "Yes?"
"If I was to have a child, would you want a little brother or a little sister?" Sasuke blinked twice, not knowing the answer to a random question like this. "Er, a sister?"
Mikoto smiled. "I think so too. Itachi sure has changed a lot now that he's older, and I'm sure you're going to go and become an anbu soon yourself. If I had a girl, she could stay with me while I watch you two grow to become the Hokages."
Sasuke nodded, and took the knife from his mother. "Mum, are you pregnant?" The kunoichi nodded and gave a sad, soft smile. "Your father's disappointed to have a child in our family that's not his." The boy's eyes widened at this. "W-who's its dad, then?"
The knife in Sasuke's hand dropped as his mother answered his question with two words:
"…Madara Uchiha…"
*Hahahaha! Epic beginning and epic ending! XD I think I've gotten better at cliffhangers, so prepare for lots of them in this ever-going story! :P*