Prologue

She used to be Orochimaru's perfect vessel, the perfect weapon. Conquering the Leaf village was her purpose, no, her destiny. So far Lord Orochimaru claimed her to be, so far undergoing the experiments Kabuto claimed were necessary to investigate she was worthy enough to be his perfect vessel. She was his perfect vessel, and then he showed up.

Sasuke Uchiha.

She looked around the corner, playing sneaky-peek, glaring at the boy with raven black hair and way, way too dark eyes. She noticed the curse mark in his neck. He was acting cold, he didn't seem to be afraid, like he had a purpose to be fulfilled that was in favor of Lord Orochimaru, so why be afraid? Just like her, she wasn't afraid of her Lord either, he needed her. Of course that was until now.

"Kumiko." Her Lord was smirking and hadn't turned his head yet before noticing the child standing behind the corner of the dark hallway, another one of Orochimaru's lairs. Slowly she revealed her face from the dark and continued her eternal staring at the floor, as if it were safer to avoid any eye contact with her Lord. Kabuto was lecturing her again, she wasn't allowed to spy on the Lord. But the only thing Kumiko was hearing at the moment was the surprisingly relaxing respiration of the young boy standing next to her Lord. The only thing she saw at the moment were those dark dark eyes, that raven black hair, and that way too pale skin for a ninja living in the Land of Fire, the village Hidden in the Leaves. But where he came from or what his name was she didn't know yet. Orochimaru looked up at his used-to-be perfect vessel and told her to come forward. She did while continue looking at the boy. Somehow, her Lord thought this behaviour was very interesting.

"Kumiko," and she looked up when she heard the hissing voice of her master. "It's most impropriate to stare at our guest." Lord Orochimaru had a good way of using words and how to pronounce them. The child felt guilty, and she apologized.

"When will I be able to kill Itachi," the boy cursed angrily. Kumiko flashed herself in front of her master and casted a kunai knife at him, which he seized without any effort. Kumiko never missed, and she hadn't missed this time either. It wasn't her intention to hurt him, she was just trying to scare him, to protect her master, but her master was mad now, and his smile had vanished. "Kumiko, that's enough!"

Kabuto lifted his glasses. It was time again. Every time he did that, she was supposed to walk to the surgery, and Kabuto would continue his investigation. She didn't like it, she had never liked it, but her Lord desired it from her, and so she would satisfy his desires.

"Let's go Kumiko." The child followed the medical ninja humbly and stole another glare at the boy.

She used to be his perfect vessel, and then he showed up.

Sasuke Uchiha.

Sasuke laughed in his very own Sasuke-way, a simple Sasuke-chuckle, and watched how she left the room. Her eyes were this far from stabbing him through the heart, full of pain, sorrow, but also determined, with a purpose laying in front of her. Sasuke knew this because his eyes were the same.

Unlike his black ones though, hers were ice ice blue, almost too bright to be true. He didn't fear the girl's attempt of striking him with a kunai knife, he did fear her eyes. So icy blue it was reasonable to think her special jutsu was turning humans into ice. Her face was framed by her perfect long brown hair. Her face was perfect. Too perfect. She was too perfect. She was fake.

"Sasuke," Orochimaru spoke to catch his attention, in which he had succeeded. "No need to rush, life's too short for that." He smiled by his own joke, of course he did. Easy for an immortal man to say so. "You must be tired, have a rest, take a nap. We'll start your training tomorrow."

"Fine," Sasuke snarled back. He wasn't thinking about showing any respect to someone like Orochimaru. He may have killed the third Hokage, Sasuke thought of him as weak. After all, why else would he ask an Uchiha for his body? He was his perfect vessel. Why was unimportant to him, he only cared about his revenge. He was his perfect vessel, and that was Sasuke's perfect opportunity.

"Kabuto," she whispered softly when she was laying on the operation table surrounded by all sorts of liquids, operation tools, computers and so one. "Who, who is that boy?"

"He's an Uchiha," and again he lifted his glasses when he was staring at the screen, keeping an eye on every action that was going on inside her body, things she had never heard of or didn't even knew about their existence.

"I thought the Uchiha clan had been extincted except for one member who joined the Akatsuki."

"It had. You see, Sasuke's an avenger. While his brother killed out their entire family, he decided to let his brother live." Kabuto's voice was somehow calming her down. Also he was able to use the right words in the right order in the right way. After all he had spent quite some time with Lord Orochimaru. She hadn't even noticed the injection-needle he was holding in his hand and adopting in her blood vessel. Injections were the least of her worries, she wasn't the kind of child to be afraid of doctors and medicines and needles, she was used to it, and she didn't feel any pain anyways. In fact, she felt nothing at all

"Sasuke, you say…" she whispered coldly. "Sasuke Uchiha…"