Hello, all! That's right, I'm back with a brand new story for everyone! I've had this written for a while, but my senior year here at university has kept me quite busy. Sorry about that! I think this story is going to be a longer one, so please stick around and check back for updates!
xoxo
-WildThing
*DISCLAIMER*: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters! I only own Haru! Please enjoy! (^_^)
Daughter Uchiha
It's the way they whisper amongst themselves as they turn their backs, and the venom in their eyes as they glare from across the street that tells me I'm an outcast. My two older brothers don't receive such treatment. They are seen as scholars and prodigies of Konoha, only girls from the ninja academy whisper about them. And they usually giggle afterwards.
My father pretends it doesn't happen. He wipes away my tears and tells me to not let the opinion of strangers bother me. But even he looks at me with the eyes of a broken hearted man as he walks next to me through the village. He doesn't say a word. His face remains expressionless, as if he is keeping a closely guarded secret.
But it's no secret. Everyone knows. My mother died giving birth to me, but that shouldn't make me a murderer. I didn't kill her. But everyone in the village looks at me as if it's my fault she died. I don't understand why they treat me the way they do. It's as if there is more to the story of her untimely death, yet no one will dare speak of it.
There are no pictures of her in the house. My brother's Itachi and Tadao say it's too painful for father to be reminded of her. He touches my hair a lot, reaching out and letting it fall through his fingers like a soft waterfall. When I ask him why, he just smiles and says "because it is the most beautiful hair I have ever seen." Itatchi told me when I was younger that our mother had pink hair, just like mine.
My name is Haru Uchiha, daughter of Sasuke and Sakura Uchiha. This is my story.