Chapter one

And here is the first chapter! I hope you'll like it.

In this story Damaru and her father Daichi are the descendants of the Nidaime (second) Hokage Tobirama Senju.

The 'create you oc' event I opened a while ago is still open. Don't hesitate to send the description of your oc and if you want it to be around Damaru and Itachi's age or more around Naruto and Sasuke's.

I'll make you wait no more, please read and enjoy!

The silence in the room was deafening. It was heavy, creeping underhanded into your very bones before gripping tightly your heart in a vice clench.

Well, at least that was what Damaru was feeling right now.

Sitting on a little chair near the window, she was looking outside, her peridot green eyes unblinking from the little pathway leading to the modest house.

"Damaru!" whined a high pitched voice, startling the five years old girl out of her trance.

She turned her head slowly, her white hairs glinting blue under the moonshine.

Beside her three years old Ami pouted stubbornly at the older girl, her dark brown eyes holding a spark of stubborn determination proper to young children.

"Damaru!" she repeated, heaving each syllabuses of the name in hope of getting her point across "Let's play!"

In her childish mind, if her father brought back this girl home, it was to play with her.

"Shouldn't you be in bed Ami-chan?" whispered softly Damaru, only blinking passively when the little girl puffed her cheeks in frustration.

Frankly, with everything that happened this night, Ami was far too excited to go back to sleep.

First, she was woken up by a frantic mother who put her hastily in some random clothes before bringing her out of the house.

Having just woken up, eyelids heavy with sleep, the cold had hit her brutally. She had wanted to cry, but her wails of protestation had been covered by a thundering roar, quickly followed by huge collapsing sounds.

Ami had wanted to go investigate, her childish curious nature immediately aroused. She had tried wriggling out of her mother's grip, whining, but the woman only tightened her hold and briskly told her to stop complaining.

Her unusual tone, coupled with the afraid, almost panicked look she was wearing, made the three years old effectively shut up. Ami had felt intimidated by seeing her mother so out of character.

Something must have happened. She didn't know what exactly, but it was surely grave.

Soon they had reached underground rooms hidden behind the Hokkage monument and they had stayed for so long Ami had fallen asleep again.

When she woke up, she was once again in her mother's arms, being carried.

Rubbing her eyes, she had curiously peered around to see some buildings had collapsed. Rocks and wreckages were strewn over, dust rising lazily in heavy clouds.

She could see numerous ninjas rushing by them, some transporting injured ones.

She had bugged her mother, but not to avail. The woman refused to tell her anything, saying she was too young to understand (which only encouraged the little girl to bug her harder).

Finally the two had reached home and after putting her child into her pyjamas once again, her mother ordered Ami to sleep.

So of course the little girl decided to spy on her.

Silently slipping into the living room, she had hidden behind the couch, observing her mother sitting in it endlessly, sometimes getting up to walk in circles, a worried expression etched on her face.

Ami had almost fallen back asleep when her father entered, followed by another man Ami didn't recognised.

In the unknown man's arms was Damaru.

Ami had silently observed the man put down the shivering little girl, resting a reassuring hand on her head.

He, her father and her mother had talked a bit in hushed voices that Ami couldn't decipher before the two men walked out again. The stranger had hugged the little girl tightly, whispering something in her ears before walking out.

Ami had waited until her mother pushed the girl into the kitchen before silently tip toeing back in her room.

She had crawled under her covers, waiting for the girl and her mother to come in before bolting out of her bed, asking questions.

Her mother surprisingly only scowled at her and asked the two to sleep before exiting the room, closing the door behind her.

Curious and excited, Ami unleashed on the girl a torrent of questions on the unsuspecting girl.

Said girl had blinked several times, slowly, before giving her a tentative smile and offering her name.

After that she had pulled a chair just under the window, sat on it and said nothing more, just waiting, her gaze fixated outside, giving a good impression of a statue.

"But I don't want to sleep!" raged the tiny child, stomping her feet on the grounds.

Damaru let out a discreet sigh that Ami didn't caught and observed the stubborn child who was now pouting like there was no tomorrow.

"How about I tell you a story?" she finally proposed, her voice so quiet it was barely over a whisper.

All thoughts of other plays immediately left the three years old mind as she clapped excitedly.

Seeing her smiling face Damaru assumed that the answer was positive and led her to her bed.

She helped the child in and sat beside her.

"Once upon a time." She began "In the fire kingdom, lived a very old, but very wise king that ruled the land with fairness and equality. His people were very happy and lived in peace."

Damaru took a moment to think before continuing:

"But an evil monster wanted to destroy the fire kingdom. So one night, he decided to attack!"

"No!" exclaimed Ami, totally taken by the story "We can't let him!"

"Of course we can't." nodded Damaru "This is why the King sent his best knight to slay the beast. The man was a legend. He was strong, intelligent and the king had no doubt that he would stop the monster."

Ami nodded vigorously, burrowing herself deeper in her covers.

"He appeared in the battlefield with his loyal page and everyone began hoping again."

Little Ami felt her eyes began closing themselves against her own accord. But she wanted to know how the story ended so she fought the sleep who wanted to claim her.

"The battle was hard and long." Said Damaru "But the knight and his page fought valiantly and in the end prevailed. The beast was no more and the people rejoiced."

"That's good." Mumbled sleepily Ami, letting slumber finally claim her.

Damaru smiled sadly and arranged the little girl's bedding before returning to her previous place.

She perfectly knew that the story didn't end like that.

She knew that in the end the knight died.

She was at the front line when Kyuubi attacked.

When it happened she was sleeping in her bed while her mother was in the living room, waiting for her father to come home.

It happened so suddenly the little girl had frozen over for a long time before understanding what was happening.

One moment she was comfortably sleeping and the next the building had toppled over, the walls crumbling away as a destructive orange tail swept the house away.

Damaru had screamed and darted under her covers on reflex.

She had closed her eyes tightly and waited.

When she felt no huge rock crush her body, she had peaked out to see herself surrounded by destroyed buildings and huge clouds of dust.

Coughing as she inadvertently inhaled said dust, Damaru's thoughts suddenly had gone to her mother.

"Mom!" she had cried, scrambling hastily out of her bed to search into the remnants of the house she called home.

She only had found an arm, sticking out of a pile of remnants and rocks.

She had tugged, shaked, taken the hands in hers, trying to get a reaction, something. But the arm remained limp and unmoving, shaping at an odd angle.

When her aniki appeared near her, she was crying her heart out, not caring if there was a huge, orange fox destroying buildings not too far away.

Her memories were blurred. She remembered her aniki's voice, wind whipping her face, and darkness, a lot of darkness.

Her aniki finally came back for her, saying that her father, uncle and himself were extremely busy. So he dropped her in a foreign house, where an equally foreign woman offered her warm milk and pyjamas before putting her to bed.

But she couldn't sleep, even after the little girl finally fell asleep after her story.

So she stayed sat on her chair by the window, observing quietly the empty road leading to the house. Sometimes the wind picked up dust, creating a silver cloud for a fleeting second.

The sun peaked up, highlighting the destroyed parts of Konoha, finding an awkwardly asleep little girl against the windowsill.

She didn't see a man with long silvery grey hairs appear on the road, nor did she wake up when he picked her up in his arms.

The man silently thanked the woman before walking out, transporting the sleeping girl to a house a bit in the outskirt of the village.

"How is she?" asked Daichi Senju once he noticed the duo, looking up from quantities of scrolls.

"Asleep." Smirked the silver haired man, intercepting the kunai sent by his best friend "Don't worry our little Damaru is strong."

"Hn." Answered the man before returning to his scroll "Kakashi is with the baby."

"So you did it?" asked Sakumo, surprised "They really permitted you to take him."

"Technically speaking we're his closest relatives here." Grumbled Daichi "And Jiraya is on the road again. I refuse to let him be sent in a random orphanage, alone and without support. He'll need a family when he'll have to confront the world. And I made a promise to Kushina and Minato."

This was one of the rare times Sakumo saw the man speak so long. The only other occasion was when he saved the man from himself, staying and speaking constantly with him to prevent his suicide. He made him see the light, per say, and for that Sakumo, as well as Kakashi, would be eternally grateful.

"I'll put her to bed." He said, climbing upstairs.

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Damaru woke up when she heard a wail.

She took some time crunching her eyes open, slowly finding the courage to move back the warm covers surrounding snuggly her little body.

The wails continued and she sat on her bed, rubbing tiredly her eyes before hopping up, padding softly to the source of the noise.

Suddenly she stopped, realising she was back in her house, and had been sleeping in her bed.

Who had transported her here? Where was dad? And uncle Sakumo? And Kakashi-nii?

A wail again disturbed her thoughts and she focused on the matter at hand, resuming her walk to the usually empty room beside hers.

She was surprised, upon opening the screen, to find a crib.

The wails were coming from here, but what a baby was doing here of all places?

Spotting a stool in front of a sideboard, she pulled it beside the crib.

Climbing on it, pushing on her tiptoes and supporting herself against the rim of the crib, she blinked as her peridot green eyes met sky blue's.

The baby gurgled. Damaru blinked again and extended her left arm.

A single finger touched the soft skin of the baby's belly, tracing the black markings decorating it.

The baby gurgled again and a tiny, warm and soft hand latched reflexively on the offending finger.

A ghost of a smile highlighted Damaru's featured and she gazed back into those profound blue eyes.

Time seemed to stop, and Damaru's smile became bigger.

That is until the baby began wailing again, his little eyes scrunching tight.

She heard someone enter the room and turned to see her father.

His midnight black hairs were unkept, dark rings were appearing under his dark brown eyes, but that didn't stop him from smiling when his daughter lurched herself at him.

"Daddy!" exclaimed happily the little girl, hugging tightly her father's neck as he scooped her up in his arms.

"How's my princess?" Greeted tiredly the man, kissing his daughter's forehead before turning his gaze toward the now screaming blond baby "How about you help me feed the little one?"

Damaru nodded and Daichi put her back down before carefully scooping up the baby.

Together they went downstairs, in the kitchen, and Damaru sat on the wooden bench beside the table.

"Here." Her father instructed, handing her the baby "Hold his head firmly, and support his body with your other arm…yes, like that, perfect."

He smiled before getting up again and preparing the baby's feeding bottle.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asked while putting the fire under two recipients of water. He saw his daughter shook her head "Are you sure?"

"I'm not hungry." Replied Damaru.

She watched as her father sterilised the tools, checking the temperature of the other water body before tipping it inside the bottle.

"She isn't coming back isn't she?" she suddenly asked, her voice barely over a whisper.

Daichi froze, his hand over the milk formula powder.

He turned grave eyes to his daughter before shooking slowly his head.

Damaru adverted her eyes, looking outside through the window to her right.

She gave back the baby for her father to feed him and asked:

"What's his name?"

"Naruto."

And it's finished, next chapter next Friday.

I hope you liked. Don't hesitate to leave me a review for any remarks, appreciation or anything!