Water Goddess

"Senju Ai is now but a memory. A memory locked away in the mind of Uchiha Ai, youngest sister of Uchiha Madara… What could possibly go wrong?" Continuation of: Broken. WARNINGS: Strong OC, OC-centric, Dark, Gore. Rated M for: Adult situations (limes), language and shinobi business. Slow burn.

Arc 1 – Spring – Intro – Foulmouthed little angels

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I am not what the world thinks I am. When they look at me, they see a three year old little angel. Furthest thing from reality. I'm a demon, and likely clinically insane.

After all. Who, in their right mind, can clearly recall details of their past life? Who, in their right mind, would want to? To remember your own death – by your own hands, might I add. To remember the deaths of everything and everyone you hold dear. To remember your last moments, talking to the severed heads of five of your children, feeling the blood of your twins –your babies– in your womb slowly bleeding out of your vagina.

To remember the person that killed them –Uchiha Itachi– is a member of the clan I now find myself born into.

I had everything. Everything I ever wanted. A loving husband. Children that looked up to me and their father. And while they weren't perfect, they were ours – adopted or no. I had money and fame – didn't care too much about the fame bit, totally overrated. I had friends, family, people that cherished me. I was always surrounded by those who would die for me.

And I can clearly remember them doing just that: dying for me.

That voice, it promised me my family. It lied. I have no family here. The Uchiha clan is a vultures' nest. They are the butchers that stole everything from me, they are no kin of mine.

"Ai, whatever you're thinking. Stop." I turn to the voice. A tall woman with white hair, reaching down to her lower back. She has a classic beauty, the kind that men tend to worship. So naturally, the clan head claimed her as his plaything – err, wife. Or concubine. Not that it makes any real difference.

He fucks her. She lets him. It's disgusting!

"Come along, it's time for your training." She says. She turns, showing me her back. I don't react. I don't want to. I know this woman birthed me. I'm not happy with her for it. Stillbirth is preferable.

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Entering the head family dojo, I see two new victims. That woman always arranges two new faces. Probably because I scare the shit out of people as a habit. Two girls. Dunno what to make of them. It's usually boys.

"Ai. These two will be your sparring partners for today. Please introduce yourself. Politely this time." I'm told.

I look around instead. Seeing no witnesses other than that woman. I could kill them, and no one would be the wiser. Gods. Why put me into this abhorrent shithole?

"Name's Ai." I intone. My body language is utterly without. No hint to my skills, no hint to my emotional state. Nothing. Same for my tone and facial expression.

I study these two, wondering how much I can fuck up their day before they run away, screaming bloody murder. I broke the last one's arm. Or was it his leg? Who knows. Or cares. I broke something they didn't want me to break. And I'm fairly certain it was a limb.

The one has long, jet black hair tied back with a decorative comb. Her beady eyes are downcast, to avoid meeting my gaze. Her face is oval-shaped, her features delicate, her lips small and pouty. The black kimono she wears neither hugs her frame, nor hangs loosely, and her red obi offers the same respect. Hands are folded together in front of her and her feet and kept side by side, as if she's ready to bow to me at any moment.

Subservience ill suits you, Choco.

I… I remember… a girl, just like her… from back then… that life.

The next has light brown hair, tucked back into a bun with a single pluck hanging over her right eye. Her face is far more angular, her features less enticing. She's the type of girl most would write off as 'plain'. She, too, is wearing a black kimono with a red obi. She has very expressive eyes. Pretty, brown eyes.

"Who are you?" I ask, wondering if… no… it can't be possible. The voice lied. I lost everything.

"I am Choco, this is Hibari." The black haired one informs me. Her eyes flick towards me for a moment – brief though it may be. In that moment, something stirs in me. Something I never thought I'd feel again:

Hope.

Three years. Three long years. Day after day of roiling in this misfit's fate. "Ai. Whatever you're thinking… don't."

I turn to that woman. What do they call her? Hirako? Gods, I miss being able to access my chakra. It's all but useless until I turn five – my chakra coils are too underdeveloped before that age to bother trying.

I was reincarnated into this time, into this life, into this shitty clan. Why would I be the only one? You… who are you? "Daughter of mine." The woman begins, shaking her head in amusement. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm not sure." I lie. Telling someone that I might recognize them from another life is the surest way to the chopping block. "What would you have me do with these two?"

"That's exactly what I have them here for. I want to see who you truly are, daughter. Tell me, what do you know about these two?" She asks, her eyes boring into me. "What do you remember about them?"

You know what? Fuck it. If she thinks I'm off my rocker and kills me, no big loss. I fucking hate it here anyway.

"They were my closest friends. Married to my elite guards. Two of my children fell in love with two of hers." I point to Choco. I look to the two girls, seeing the absolute shock in their eyes. I look to the white haired woman, seeing amusement in hers. "Since we're playing twenty questions. I've got one for you. Who were you?"

"You already know. And if you laugh, I'm telling everyone that you peed your bed last night." She runs her fingers down those red marks on the side of her face. Red marks. Teardrop red marks…

DADDY?!

My eyes widen with shock. Here this whole time, and I never bothered to look! "Daddy got boobs." The words fall off my tongue before I can hope to stop them. She glowers at me, obviously not impressed.

"You should know. I breastfed you." She snipes.

"… You glad you have your own pair to play with?" I tease.

"You know, I wonder about that. At first? Yeah, it was awesome. But, after so many years with them? Meh." She shrugs. Then her brain catches up with her. "Hold on… you really do remember."

"No shit." I snipe.

"What about you two?"

… Well this is awkward. What the hell do I call her now?

"I… remember a baby…" Hibari manages, looking confused. She probably told herself she was insane for remembering even that.

"Hiromitsu." I say, not missing a beat. "You were so paranoid with him. I remember you only let me hold him once, and even that surprised me."

She looks… shocked. Utterly dumbfounded. "So we're not crazy?" Choco asks, sounding relieved.

"If you're willing to follow me again, after losing everything for my fuck up?" I think about my own words. "Then, yeah. You'd have to be."

"Do you… know what that light was? Right at the… end?" Choco asks. She looks and sounds nervous as all hell.

"That was me losing my motherfucking mind." I intone.

"Tell me you don't remember how to make that." M… mommy asks… begs really.

"Every detail." I grin. That doesn't seem to comfort her in the least. "Don't worry. I don't plan on slaughtering this hellhole until I've found all my babies. And my husband."

"No." Choco isn't having it. "You will harm no one until we've found all our people."

"… Choco got ballsy." I stare, unsure what to make of the fire in her eyes, the steel in her spine. And seeing Hibari just as steadfast? "Alright. But then I need the two of you sticking close to me. To remind me every step of the way."

They smile. Warm, heartfelt… wholesome. That… that feeling… that hope… it balloons within me. "As milady wishes." Choco and Hibari bow low to me. I… I feel myself at war with that. I hate hearing them call me that. And yet, I…

I need to focus on bigger things. "Have you found any others?" I ask them. They shake their heads, no. "Mommy?"

I turn to her. Finding a teary-eyed pussy of a woman, trying not to break down. I groan. "Get over yourself, damn it." I demand.

She rushes to me, scoops me up, cuddles and coddles me like there's no tomorrow. "A spine, do you have one?" I deadpan, wondering what the fuck is up with this crazy bitch.

"Ai… You've…"

"Never called you that. Your point?" I drone. You left me thinking I had nothing for three motherfucking years. All I had were memories that ate away at my sanity, my humanity. What the fuck were you expecting? Roses for mother's day? "Look, this is wasting time. I need my babies. Have you spotted any of them?"

She shakes her head, no. "These two, Kouji and Daichi. Shizune. And Kosuke." She manages, all choked up.

"Good. Bring them to me."

"Baby, you're too young. You can't start showing that kind of…" She trails off, noticing my pulling back to show her deadpan glare. "You don't care. Do you."

"Not even a little." I intone. "Bring them to me."

"Hold on a second. I'm the mother. You're the child."

"I held the decapitated heads of my five children, and had dead twins bleeding out from within me. All killed by an Uchiha." I snipe. She winces, the last pieces of the puzzle falling into place.

"That's why you lost it." She says, crying a little. I nod, even though she doesn't need the confirmation. "Fine. You win." I had you wrapped around my little finger last time. That you don't expect me to be the same? That's on you.

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It's not an hour later, in mommy's private quarters. Behind me, mommy sits to a low table. Flanking me, Choco and Hibari. And before me?

The one furthest to my left. His black hair is combed back, still somehow managing to appear unruly. His face is wide, rugged almost, with some baby fat. His taut facial muscles belie his emotions. Even though his eyes appear perpetually closed, I can tell he's watching me keenly. Daichi. No doubt in my mind.

Beside him would be Kouji. He has his sandy brown hair combed to one side, also somehow managing to look wild and unruly none the less. His face is skinny, angular; he seems perpetually ready to shout something, even now. Especially now.

Both boys are my age. Young. Too young to get caught up in the shit I'm planning. But who else could I trust? I need my babies. And I know these two would help me find them, or die trying.

Next comes the sole woman. She's probably sixteen, average height for a teenager. B-cup breasts – and yeah, I'll bet mommy either stares at them regularly, or tried copping a feel at least once. She has long, black hair, kept loose and seemingly brushed to perfection. Her coal eyes are familiar, but the blank emotional slate? That's new.

And last is… Well, he's looks utterly unfamiliar. Maybe eighteen. Tall. Coal eyes. No smile – that one weirds me out. His face is riddled with scars, mostly on the left. And he's wearing the Uchiha's fuckwad uniform. We're doing something about that.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask, standing before them without fear. Three shaking heads, the three guys. "Of course you'd know. You were there when I was born." I nod to Shizune.

"You… told her?" She asks mommy. I don't look to see the response.

"No. She didn't. I remember. And I remember a lot more than just that. Like the marriage certificate I gave you, the one you kept framed on the wall in your room." I say, meeting her gaze easily. She comes to me, kneels before me to come down to my height. "Make a short joke. I dare you."

She scoops me up instead of answering me. I feel her tears streaming down my cheek. Fuck. How the hell do I deal with this? "You're supposed to hug your big sister back, you know." She says, crying some more. Fine, be that way, you emotional basket case.

I wriggle my arms up and wrap them around her. "And you. If you think I'm letting you serve me dressed like the fucking enemy, you've got another thing coming." I say, glaring at Kosuke. He stiffens, his eyes wide with shock. His beady eyes study me, trying to understand just what is going on. "Don't give me that look, Kosuke-san. You know exactly who I am. And you know I'm going to need your strength this time around, just as I needed you then."

He smiles. There, much better. "As milady wishes." He bows to me. "Am I to be your Shadow?"

Kouji and Daichi stare at Kosuke. That word, 'Shadow', it stirs something in them. "All three of you are. Just as the two behind me are meant to be." I say. Kosuke kneels before me, bowing on top of that. Just as I would expect from an Anbu reporting to the Hokage. Though Konoha probably isn't even formed yet.

"… Wait… you're Ai." Kouji's brain finally clicks on. "Only… you're here?"

"We both know I only start fucking cursing like a drunken sailor when I'm in a bullshit situation I want to burn to the ground." I intone. "And, sis. Really. I'm three, but I can walk." I snipe, indirectly telling her to put me the fuck down.

"Not today you can't." She claims, smiling a little too wide for my liking. I can't even see her face, but I can hear it nonetheless. I glare at Kouji and Daichi, mutely telling them, not a word about any of this.

"Y-you…" Daichi's eyes find Hibari's. Good. Focus on something other than my sister treating me like a toddler.

Hibari walks up to him. They're about the same height. "You." She parrots him, teasing him a bit. Yes, yes. Star struck lovers, reunited in their next life.

"Yeah, yeah, you're adorable. Can we focus on finding our babies?" I intone, exasperated with them. But of course, that just tempts Choco and Kouji to start annoying each other. I groan. And Shizune still isn't fucking putting me down. And Kosuke still isn't standing up. This is going to be a thing, isn't it. Fucking nutcases, the lot of them.

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End Intro

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A/N: In case you missed it. Everyone's a little nuts. The only thing is, where are the others? Are they not born yet? Are they somewhere else entirely? And how nuts do you have to be, to believe a three year old is the reincarnation of your clan head from your last life?