Outsider Chronicals: Breaking the Curse

Being reborn can be a pain in the ass as any Outsider can tell you. However, at least most are born as their own person. I wasn't so lucky and now I have to put up with being one of the most hated characters in Anime. Oh, and Fangirls. Help.

Yes, another Outsider Chronicles, this time its a Naruto one where the OC is reborn as everyone's least favorite fangirl magnet, Sasuke. Before we begin, I should point out that I know little about martial arts beyond what I've read online and seen in Kung Fu movies, so keep your complaints to yourself if I make mistakes. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"What the..?"

I blinked my eyes, but was unable to see anything in the darkness around me.

"Where am I?"

I could feel something surrounding me, pressing in from all sides. Normally such a situation would send me into a panic attack, but for some reason I felt safe and content, as if I was in the embrace of my mother.

"What happened?"

The last thing I remembered I was leaving the Sports Center in the break between bouts to get a drink and then...nothing. At that moment, I was broken from my confusion as my surroundings suddenly compressed, pushing me in the direction my sense of balance told me was down, head first.

"Whats going on?"

The compression hit me again and I caught a glimpse of a flash of light and was suddenly filled with a desire to get out, as well as the familiar indications of a panic attack brought on by claustrophobia, making me even more desperate to get out. It took a while, but a combination of squirming and whatever was pushing me allowed me to finally get out and into the light. At first my vision was a little hazy and I could only make out blurred blobs and my hearing wasn't much better, only able to pick up garbled sounds. My nose was working a little better allowed me to smell that I was in some kind of hospital, although the scent was a little different from what I was used to in medical facilities. Nothing overt, just a very slight difference that indicated that they used something slightly different to sterilize the place.

Then, something impacted my behind, making me cough up liquid I didn't know I had in my lungs.

"Hey, whats the big idea!" I shouted.

Or rather, tried to. Instead the shout came out as a babys wail.

"Oh shit."

I felt someone pick me up, wrap me in something and pass me to another person. I blinked a few times, clearing my vision as best I was able to and looked up at the two gigantic faces looming over me. Well, gigantic for me anyway as I had apparently just be reborn. Well, this is going to take some getting used to.

"Stupid fucking arsehole of a God!" I screamed in my head.

It had been a few days since my birth and my senses had finally developed enough to be able to see and hear properly. The first thing I had discovered was that I had apparently been reborn into the Naruto universe if the conversations about Ninja, Hokage and Clans I'd managed to overhear were anything to go by. However, that wasn't the reason for my internal cursing of the Creator, oh no, the reason was I'd just discovered exactly who I'd been reincarnated as.

I wasn't my own person, instead I'd been reborn as everyone's least favorite, duck butt haired, revenge obsessed emo, Sasuke Uchiha. How do I know? Well, the fact that I was currently in Itachi's arms while Mikoto and Fugaku watched from the corner of the room was a rather significant clue.

I wasn't entirely sure what the family was saying as the language wasn't one I was familiar with, although I could pick up subtle similarities with Japanese, but I could guess that they were probably talking about me being adorable, completely missing the disbelief and rapidly growing horror that filled me.

"Nooo, I don't want to deal with Fangirls!"

Fortunately it didn't take long for me to recover from my horror as my baby body wasn't really capable of holding an emotion for that long, regardless of the fact that my mind was that of a twenty year old, although I did cry for a very long time, despite the nurses attempts to calm me down.

Growing up again was a rather odd experience, not to mention boring, at least at first. As a baby there was very little to actually do other than watch and listen, although it did allow me to try and learn the language. Despite what the many Fanfics I'd read over the years claimed, it was apparent that the Elemental Nations did not speak Japanese. Oh there were similarities, such as the suffixes used and a few words, but it was a different language. If we were on Earth, I'd say that they have the same route, but since the days here were 25 hours long, that idea was pretty much thrown out the window. That said, the similarities and my own knowledge of Japanese did come in handy and gave me a leg up on learning it, allowing me to learn how to speak before my first birthday.

The next job was learning to walk, or rather, building up the muscles in my legs to allow me to walk. I managed that two months later. After learning to walk, things began to get a little more interesting as I began working my way through the Uchiha clan library, focusing on history and other such information rather than Jutsu and fighting techniques until I could actually practice them. In a bizarre twist, the written language of this world was pure Japanese kanji, which I could read without a problem. I think that my rapid development might have freaked my parents out slightly, but their pride at having a second prodigy in the family outweighed that.

When I turned three, my father started some very basic training in the form of exercises to help build up muscles for future training, as well as teaching me to access my Chakra.

"Focus Sasuke," said my Father from where he sat opposite me in a lotus position, "Look within yourself for your Chakra. It should appear as a warm light in the middle of your stomach."

I did as I was told, making excellent use of my prior skills in meditation to sink into a meditative trance. I focused on my stomach and quickly became aware of a small, pale blue flame flickering there. I gently prodded the flame, watching as it reached towards it, before grabbing it in my hand. That proved to be a mistake as my mental projection seemed to burst into flame and my actual body began to burn. It was like the burn one experiences after intensive exercise and didn't break my concentration. What did that was the absolute agony that hit me when my newly awakened Chakra reached my eyes.

It felt as if someone had just slammed a red hot spike into both eyes at the same time and smashed them both with a hammer. I screamed in agony and pressed my hands into my eyes, falling on my side and curling up into the fetal position. I was vaguely aware of my father rushing over to me, calling for help, but it was largely ignored as I tried desperately to stop my eyes from oozing out of their sockets. Then, something hit my neck and I fell into blissful darkness.

The next time I woke up it was to find myself in a hospital bed with my family gathered around me, all looking worried and my mother and Itachis eyes were both red from crying. Dad on the other hand looked like he was torn between worry, incredulity and pride.

"Sasuke!" shouted Mother when she saw I was awake, scooping me up into a hug that nearly sent me back into unconsciousness, before holding me at arms length and glaring at me, "Don't you ever do that again! Do you know how worried I've been?!"

Dad put a hand on Moms shoulder.

"Calm down Mikoto," he said, "It wasn't anything he did."

"Then what was it?" demanded Mom, dropping me on the bed and turning to Dad, "Were you teaching him something dangerous?"

"No, I was not!" protested Dad defensively, "I was just teaching him to unlock his Chakra!"

"Then what put him in hospital?" demanded Mom.

Instead of answering, Dad turned to me.

"Sasuke, channel so Chakra into your eyes," he said.

I blinked in confusion, but did as I was told. It took a few tries as I wasn't familiar with the process of channeling my Chakra, but I eventually managed to channel a little into my eyes. Almost immediately my eyesight sharpened to the point that I could count the tiny cracks in the paintwork on the wall across from me and everything around me seemed to slow. My mind also seemed to speed up, allowing me to predict the path of the dust particles floating in the air. When I looked at my family, I found that I could see an aura around them and even something flowing under their skin that I quickly summarized was their Chakra. Startled by the abrupt change, I looked over at the mirror on the wall and saw that my normally black eyes had turned red with three Tomoe markings lazily spinning around the pupil. A fully mature Sharingan.

"What the…" I bit of the last word since it was one that no three year old should know, even one as advanced as I was.

"T-thats impossible," stuttered Itachi, staring at my eyes with slack jawed shock that made me very glad for the Sharingan's ability to remember anything with perfect clarity. It wasn't often one got to see an expression like that on the face of someone like Itachi after all, even if it was a few years before he became an ANBU.

The revelation that I had apparently awakened a Fully Mature Sharingan quickly spread throughout the Uchiha Clan and I became an instant celebrity, being the youngest person ever to unlock the vaulted Doujitsu. They would probably have been even more impressed (Or horrified) if they found out I'd also unlocked the Mangekyo level.

I'd discovered that little fact the evening after being released from the Hospital. I was stood in my ensuite bathroom (the perks of being the son of a Clan Head) practicing turning my Sharingan on and off when a slamming door made me jump and momentarily lose control of my Chakra flow, resulting in more Chakra than normal entering my eyes, causing them to morph into a new form. Despite the fact I was effectively Sasuke, my Mangekyo wasn't the same as Canon Sasuke's atom like form, instead it was pair of red infinity signs in an X shape on a black background. After a moment to be surprised by the unexpected revelation, I immediately deactivated it, not wishing to damage my eyesight before turning five and making a mental vow to keep the Mangekyou completely hidden unless absolutely necessary. I didn't really feel like being kidnapped by ROOT any time soon.

Following the revelation of my Sharingan awakening, which I attributed to my past life and the experiences therein, life went back to normal, although Dad did start paying a lot more attention to me than before. The years passed by with very little of interest happening, other than Father and Itachi's relationship deteriorating and the Clan becoming more and more cut off from the rest of the village. My future knowledge allowed me to easily see the signs of the planned Coup, although I didn't do anything. After all, what could I do? I was only a child after all, no matter how skilled or powerful.

I was quickly proving to be just as much of a prodigy as Itachi, although how much of that was future knowledge and how much was my innate talent was up for debate. I managed to get the Grand Fireball Jutsu down after just a couple of attempts, which did disappoint Father slightly since Itachi got it in one, but I still grasped the technique faster than most. I had also started more sirius training and, when I went out to play, I'd also started to practice the Katas of my old styles I'd learnt in my previous life. In my last life, I'd learnt martial arts from a fairly young age and had become fairly good. While I was far from a master, I was still good enough to earn a black belt and win several tournaments. The interest sprang from a few to many Jackie Chan movies, leading me to study Wushu. I actually had my doubts as to whether or not the styles I knew would be of any use in a world of Ninja, but it served as a decent foundation. Then again, in a world mostly related to Japan, a never before seen fighting style (I checked and found no sign of any mention of Wushu in either the Uchiha or the public library) could give me an advantage, which is one of the big reasons why I kept that particular bit of training to myself.

It was around this time that I entered the Academy, something I was dreading and anticipating in equal measure. Anticipating because it was something new to do and dreading because I didn't want to have to deal with fangirls. Fortunately, we were all a little young for that sort of thing, so I was safe from those monsters for now. Upon entering, I immediately started making friends with what would become the Rookie 9, starting, oddly enough, with Hinata.

It was during the break time of the first day when I met the shy Hyuuga heiress, I was looking for somewhere out of the way to eat my lunch in peace, away from the loud brats that made up most of the school, when I stumbled on Hinata being surrounded by a bunch of Civie students who looked like they had more brawn than brain cells and would likely be drummed out of the Academy before the year was over, at least if they didn't get murdered by Hiashi first for picking on his daughter.

Apparently, rumors of Hinatas kind nature were already abundant and this bunch of morons had decided to make themselves feel good by picking on a Clan Heir. Not very smart, but these were the kind of people who thought that being a Ninja was all about epic battles and fame, rather than subterfuge and death. Unfortunately for them, I despise bullys and wasn't the type of person who let someone else be picked on, even if said person was a member of a rival Clan, not that such things bothered me in the slightest. I steeled myself for the inevitable fight and made my way over to the group, pausing only to rest my packed lunch on a nearby bench.

"Hey!"

At my shout, the bullys turned around and fixed me with with a piggy gaze. The leader of the bullies was a huge, fat boy that reminded me of a baby killer whale and made me wonder how in the world he planned to make it through the first PE session, let alone the whole of the Academy. He was even larger than the Akimichi and they had the excuse that their Clan Jutsu relied on their body's stores of energy to work, plus a lot of their body mass was actually muscle. This boy was pure fat. He had a mop of blond hair and watery blue eyes that contained little intelligence and a heck of a lot of malice, at least for a child.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, "Don't you know that picking on a Clan Heir is an incredibly bad idea?"

The fat boy snorted, sounding like the pig he resembled.

"What, this little freak?" he asked, "I'm just showing her her place compared to us normal people. Now beat it, or you'll be sorry!"

My eyebrows shot up. Wow, just wow. I knew that some of the Civilian residence of the village were jealous of the Bloodlines of the Shinobi clans and more than a few people were freaked out by the Hyuugas eyes, but to call the Heiress of one of the Noble Clans a freak could and would put you on their shitlist and, since this was a Shinobi village, chances are you'd disappeared and never be seen again. It really didn't help that this ignorant little bully and his gang reminded me of another baby whale who picked on someone for being different. However, that wasn't important, what was was making sure that these morons didn't become the victim of the Hyuuga Clans Gentle Fist. Broken bones were a lot easier to recover from than ruptured organs after all and got the message across much easier.

I picked up a nearby stone and threw it at the lead bully, nailing him in the back of the head. He turned around, his face turning red with anger.

"I'm sorry, maybe I wasn't being clear enough," I said, my voice and eyes colder than an arctic gale, "Here let me make it simpler. Stop picking on her or I'll break your legs."

The bully looked at me incredulously for a moment, before glancing at his goons.

"Get him!"

Apparently they didn't recognize the fan symbol on my back or they may have been a little more weary about attack me. Or maybe they wouldn't since they were a bunch of idiots. As a general rule, Clan children start training before they enter the Academy, usually in the basics of their Clan styles, meaning that they had a head start on any Civilian students. It wasn't much and any serious trainee would be able to quickly close that gap, but on the first day their was no way a Civie could match a Clan child of a Clan like the Uchiha, who's early training was focused primarily on our Clan Taijutsu style. Technically they shouldn't have stood a chance against Hinata either and would have been nothing but groaning bags of pain, but the girls kind and timid nature meant that she didn't fight back. I on the other hand had no such issues and was armed with a lot more than just my Clans Style.

The gang of bullys charged me, but their movements seemed so sluggish after training with Itachi and Father it was easy to avoid their clumsy attacks. Easily dodged the first clumsy punch from a boy with a face like a rat, retaliating with a series of lightning fast jabs to various pressure points to make his body lock up and moving onto the next bully. It took less than ten seconds to take out all four members of the little gang, leaving them groaning on the ground, completely unable to move as I'd forced their muscles to seize up with a few well placed pokes. I walked towards the lead bully, who was shaking in his sandals and had pissed himself if the wet patch on his trousers was any indication.

"S-stay back!" he stuttered, "Do you know who I am?"

I ignored him and continued my advance. As I reached him, the fat bully took a clumsy swing at me, which I easily dodged, before stepping past him and approaching Hinata. Without his goons, the Bully wasn't even a blip on my radar.

"Hey there Hyuuga-san, you OK?" I said, kneeling down beside her.

Hinata looked up at me, revealing her tear stained face with a red mark on her cheek where the bully had smacked her. I tutted and pulled a tissue from my pocket and started cleaning her face of tears.

"Hey, why are you helping that freak?!" shouted the Bully, apparently regaining his bluster, "She should be taught her place, not helped!"

I smirked and looked over my shoulder at the bully, fixing him with a Sharingan enhanced glare.

"Oh, you really are an idiot," I said, "You just saw me take down your four friends with ease and you can see my Clan Emblem and yet you still want to piss me off. Do you want to die so badly?"

With that I placed the kid in a simple Genjutsu that would show him his worst fear. I ignored his screams as I helped Hinata stand up.

After that interesting meeting, I had invited the shy heiress to eat with me under a tree in the corner of the playground. We were soon joined by the future Ino-Shika-Cho trio, who had been dragged over by Ino herself to introduce herself to us, intending to make friends with the other Clan Heirs in the class. I immediately jumped at the chance to nip her fangirlism off at the bud by starting the foundation of a genuine friendship. I also found Choji and Shikamaru to be excellent company, despite the latter's lazy attitude. Unfortunately, other friendships were less successful. I found Kiba to be abrasive and annoying and went out of my way to avoid spending too much time with him and Shino was so silent that it was hard to become friends with him. That said, we did get on fairly well and were able to build a working relationship. As for my future teammates, Naruto and Sakura, well, things weren't looking good. Sakura was already beginning to show signs of fangirlism, especially after Ino helped her come out of her shell and her voice was oh so annoying it made me want to claw my ears out. Naruto on the other hand, well our negative relationship can mostly be attributed to him.

I didn't believe in holding back in the spars we took part in during the Academy after learning the basics of the Academy Style. I did limit myself to the Academy and Uchiha Styles, but that was all the limitation I was willing to do, leading to me becoming one of the best Taijutsu fighters in our class, falling just behind Kiba who's clan was highly focused on Taijutsu and it showed, even without Akamaru, his dog partner. As a result of this, and the constant defeats Naruto suffered at my hands from the instructors always pairing us up, he had developed a rather competitive attitude towards me, despite my good sportsmanship. I didn't mind though since their was a while until we had to work as a team and we would hopefully grow up.

Shortly after I entered the academy, I obtained some weighted arm and leg bands to help with my training through the use of a Henge I learnt from watching some Clansmen training (Sharingan FTW!).

Unfortunately, I wasn't quite as stealthy in my actions as I thought, although I was living in a Ninja village so its not all that surprising that someone noticed what I was up to. Unfortunately, that someone just happened to be the Snake Bitch herself, Anko Mitarashi. To make matters worse, the day she found me was a day I was practicing the Snake Style Katas, which were very similar to the style used by her and Orochimaru, which lead to my current position, tied up with snakes, hung upside down and looking into a pair of very angry brown eyes.

"Where the hell did you learn that style brat?" demanded Anko as her snakes hissed menacingly in my ear and she held a Kunai dangerously close to my crotch.

I gulped, mind desperately trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn't see me neutered. The Snake Style was the only Taijutsu style that even closely resembled the Animal Styles within Wushu and information on it was scarce since it was Orochimarus personal style he'd developed himself and only taught to a single person before leaving the Village. It wasn't exactly the same and relied on the nearly supernatural flexibility Orochimaru and Anko possessed, but the two styles were similar enough to mistake one for the other.

"Um, I read about it?" I tried, only for the snakes to tighten their grip on me and Ankos grip to shift, "OKOK, but I doubt you'd believe me if I told you."

Anko raised an eyebrow.

"Try me."

"OK, but can you put me down? Its hard to think like this."

Anko gave me a look, before her Snakes dispersed, depositing me on the floor.

"Now talk," she said, spinning her Kunai around her finger.

"Alright, I developed the style on my own," I said, earning a disbelieving look.

"Really? You expect me to believe that a brat not even out of the Academy can develop their own style?" she asked, "What kind of an idiot do you take me for?"

"I don't," I replied, "But whether you believe it or not, its the truth."

Actually it wasn't, but telling her I learnt it in my past life would just get me thrown in the nut house.

"Alright hotshot, how?" asked Anko, "How did you come up with it?"

"Simple, I watched the movements of a snake and incorporated them into the style I already know," I said, "I started a few years ago when I was bored one day and thought it would be a good idea to have something like it as an ace in the hole."

Anko looked thoughtful, before taking a good look at me.

"Wait, you're that Uchiha kid who unlocked his Sharingan when he was three!" she exclaimed, making me sigh and roll my eyes.

That particular feat had earnt me more than a little unwanted fame in the village. I had never been the type to seek attention and that hadnt changed.

"Thats me," I said, "The Sharingan came in handy for memorizing how the snake moved, but I prefer not to use it. Too much of a short cut."

Anko looked thoughtful.

"Do you have any more?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Any more animal styles?" she repeated, "I noticed you coming here quite often and you always seem to be practicing something different."

"Uh, yes," I said, quickly coming up with a story, "After I succeeded with the snake, I tried with a few other animals. I even found a few tigers in the forest outside the village proper and made one for them."

The village of Konohagakure was a rather large place, but it had nothing on the actual size of the walls that surrounded the village. Altogether, the entire area within the area walled off by the First Hokage had enough space inside to comfortably fit the entire city of London three times over, while the actual Village as it stood was only about the size of Manchester. While having that much open space may seem like a security risk, in actuality, the forests within the walls were regularly patrolled by Ninja and were riddled with traps. The forests were filled with wildlife that generally avoided the built up area and were harmless to those residence that went out into the woods for training or hiking.

"Thats pretty impressive," said Anko, ignoring the possible danger I'd supposedly placed myself in, "Having styles hidden could give you an excellent advantage over enemy Ninja in the future."

"My thoughts exactly," I said, mentally congratulating myself for my quick thinking.

"Would you be willing to teach me some?"

That caught me a little off guard. Despite the fact Anko wasn't a Jonin yet, she was still an Chunin and I wasn't even a Genin yet, so the idea of me teaching her anything was damn near ludicrous.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, sure I'd misheard her.

"Did I stutter? I asked you to teach me some," she repeated.

"B-but I'm still an Academy Student!" I spluttered.

"So? If you're good enough to make a new Taijutsu style from watching animals, you're good enough to teach it," she said, "In exchange, I'll teach you some of my tricks."

I hesitated for a moment before deciding, fuck it, and nodded.

"Alright," I said, "I'll teach you what I can."

Anko grinned at me and just like that, a rather odd friendship was born.

After that, admittedly rocky, first meeting, Anko and I started meeting up fairly often. I taught her the basics of the Animal styles of Wushu and she taught me some slightly more advanced techniques. Noting insanely advanced since I was still only eight years old, but knowledge of the body and its weak points, interrogation techniques and a few handy Genjutsu were all on the cards, as were Tree Walking and Water Walking which, despite my knowledge of their existence, I'd never been able to get. While I had read about them in the library, they were something you could only really learn from a teacher. I kept these skills hidden though, not wanting to tip anyone's hand. After all, if I was to skilled then Itachi might decide to off me with the rest of the Clan. Speaking of which...

It had been two years since I had met Anko and I was now ten years old and beginning to feel rather restless. The Clan was beginning to get more and more tense, although that tension was well hidden, and in the past few weeks there had been three murders, including Shisui, so I knew that the Massacre was approaching with the speed of a runaway train. However, it turned out to be closer than I imagined.

The day after Shusuis death, I was returning home from the Academy when I became aware of something strange. It wasn't anything concrete, more like a feeling, but I instinctively knew something was wrong. I sped up as I approached the Gates to the Compound and saw them unguarded. I ran through the empty streets, my footsteps echoing eerily around the streets, not that I noticed. I reached my house and paused, taking a deep breath to prepare myself for what lay inside. Despite the fact I knew this was coming, I knew that this was going to be a scarring experience. I just hoped the prior knowledge would help temper it. Suitably steeled, I pushed open the door.

The first thing I noticed was the smell of blood and the second was the sight of Itachi stood over the dead bodys of our parents.

"Hello brother," said Itachi as I entered.

His back was to me so I could see his face, but I could tell by his stance that he was only just holding back tears. Ankos training and my own knowledge allowed me to pick up on the subtle cues.

I swallowed and stepped into the room.

"Itachi, what happened?" I asked, playing my part, "What happened to Mom and Dad?"

Itachis shoulders stiffened.

"I killed them," he said.

To anyone else the statement would have come across as cold and emotionless, but I could pick up the slight wavering in the tone.

"Why?" I asked.

"To test myself," he said, "I wiped out our entire clan, every last one of them because I wanted to see how far I've come."

I was extremely tempted to call bullshit on him, but I didn't want to tip off anyone who may be watching that I knew about the Coup or I may end up having an 'accident'.

What happened next was pretty much what happened in the series, with me shouting like a distraught child, Itachi telling me to get stronger and come after him once I had eyes like him, before placing me in a Tsukuyomi. I can't remember much of what happened in the illusion and I'm pretty sure thats a good thing, but I do know that it didn't take me long to pass out.

The next time I came too, it was to find myself in a hospital bed with the Hokage and Elders at my bed side. The old folks offered their condolences and assured me that Itachi would be placed in the Bingo Book as a Missing Nin. I nearly hit the two Elders with a Sharingan empowered illusion for that since even an untrained Civilian could have picked up on their insincerity. The Hokage on the other hand was genuinely sorry and I knew why. The old man hadn't wanted the Clan to be killed, that decision was made by the Elders and Danzo behind Sarutobi's back. After a short while the Elders and Hokage left, but not before I placed a very subtle Genjutsu on the former two that would lay dormant for a while and activate at an inopportune time and make them think they were a chicken. It probably wouldn't last very long, but it would humiliate them. I think the Hokage may have noticed me place it if the slight smirk on his face was anything to go by, but he didn't say anything.

I wasn't in the hospital for long since their wasn't actually anything wrong with me short of Chakra exhaustion which was healed after a good nights sleep. The Doctor did tell me to come back for counseling since I had just seen my brother stood over the corpses of my parents and, training to be a Ninja or not, I was still a kid. It was actually kind of strange. I knew what my Father was planning and the deaths were tempered by the fact I knew they were coming and my adult mind, but that didn't mean I didn't care for them. After all, reincarnated or not, one cannot be raised by a person and not come to love them. I would be alright, but I would probably break down later when I actually let myself feel it.

It was as I was contemplating this that I arrived back at the Uchiha compound. I eyed the empty streets for a moment, before turning around and heading to the main residential district of the village. It didn't take me long to reach the apartment building where Anko lived and I was soon knocking on her door. Their was the sound of something falling over and footsteps from inside, before the door opened to reveal a tired looking Anko in nothing but a rather lacy set of purple knickers and bra. Normally I'd take a moment to appreciate the view, but a combination of rapidly approaching hysteria, lingering exhaustion and a healthy fear of the Snake Users throwing arm kept my gaze from straying. Hey, I may have the body of a ten year old, but I've got the mind of an adult and can appreciate beauty.

"Brat? What are you doing here?" she asked blearily, evidently having only just returned from a mission.

I took a shuddering breath.

"Can-can I talk to you?" I asked.

Anko picked up on my tone and quickly brought me inside.

"Whats wrong Sasuke?" she asked once she'd sat me down.

I took another breath, before I launched into the tale of what had happened that night. Anko was a good listener and, when I had finished and broke down into tears, she wrapped me in a comforting hug. While Anko wasn't really the huggy type, she was a good friend if you could put up with her sadistic tendencies.

The next morning I woke up on Ankos sofa, where I'd fallen asleep the night before after crying myself to sleep in Ankos arms, to the sound of someone banging on the door. I sat up, blinking blearily, as Anko came storming out of her bedroom looking pissed as all hell and wrenched open the door, heedless of the fact she was still only wearing her underwear.

"What the fuck do you want?" she snarled at the unfortunate Chunin on the other side of the door, "I've just got back from a three day mission and haven't got much sleep, so unless you have a very good reason for disturbing me, I'm going to use you as target practice!"

The Chunin gulped and steeled himself.

"The Council has ordered that all Ninja Chunin rank and higher gather for an emergency mission," he said quickly, "Sasuke Uchiha has disappeared from his Clan Compound."

Anko stared at the Chunin for a moment, before wordlessly stepping to the side and letting the Chunin see me sitting on her couch, likely looking like something the cat dragged in.

"You found him, now piss off!"

Unfortunately, rather than leaving quietly and letting us get some rest, the Chunin returned an hour later with a demand that I show up before the Council. Or at least, thats what I read in the scroll he was carrying as Anko used the poor bastard as a practice dummy for her torture techniques as punishment for waking her up twice. I was sorely tempted to tell the Council to go shove a Kanabō up their ass and go back to sleep, but I'd probably end up their one way or another anyway since they could just send an ANBU to pick me up. Besides, if they were going to do what I thought they were going to do, it would be much more satisfying to flip them off to their faces. So, after convincing Anko to let the poor schmuck go and go back to bed, I followed the traumatized Chunin to the Hokage mansion, inwardly making a note to never wake Anko up again. It was amazing what she could do with a tube of toothpaste, a spatula and an egg whisk.

I entered the Council Chambers and immediately suppressed a sigh as I saw the looks on the Civilian Council members faces. It was going to be one of 'those' Naruto worlds apparently. You know, the ones where the Civilians decide its a good idea to hand Sasuke (or in this case, me) everything on a silver platter and practically guarantee that he goes nuts and becomes an entitled dipshit? Fortunately, I wasn't an impressionable ten year old, but a mentally stable 20 year old in a ten year olds body so it was probably just going to annoy me.

"Ah, welcome Sasuke-sama," said one of the Civilian Council members, a large, walrus like man with thinning blond hair, very little neck and a bushy mustache, "We were worried when we found that you weren't in your home."

"I just saw my parents lying in a pool of their own blood in that house," I said, "Plus I kinda didn't want to be alone after that."

The fat man looked uncomfortable, so one of the other members of the council took over instead.

"May I ask why you were at Mitarashi's house?" he asked, a sneer clear on his face at the mention of the Snake User.

"Its none of your business, but we happen to be friends," I said, directing my glare at him.

The man, who apparently lack survival instincts, sniffed disapprovingly.

"Someone of your standing shouldn't be associating with a loose cannon like Mitarashi," he said.

He probably would have said more, but the Kunai embedded in the wood next to his head shut him up quickly.

"Can someone please tell me why I'm here, other than these idiots having a panic attack because I wasn't in the place my family were killed just a few nights ago?" I growled in irritation.

I was still feeling the affects of my emotion purge the night before and it was making me cranky. The Civilians winced at that and remained silent, while the Shinobi side, who had remained silent until now, looked amused and curious. The Elders and Hokage were unreadable.

"Thought not, now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving," I said,heading to the door, "Oh, and there's no way I'm staying in the Uchiha Clan compound on my own. Laters!"

I left the room.

After that little confrontation I moved in with Anko, who was more than willing to put me up at her place, rather than having me stay on my own. She proved to be an excellent anchor for a while since my emotions would flare up at random times. I had a bit of experience with suppressing bad memories, but I also knew the importance of letting them out over time, so I did so, during which times Anko served as a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to. She really was an excellent friend, despite her sadism.

My other friendships also blossomed. Without my Father breathing down my neck about making friends with those he deemed as 'inferior' to the 'Great Uchiha', I was able to be far more open with the friendships than I was before. Unfortunately, with the advent of the Uchiha Massacre, it somehow triggered a massive influx of Fangirls, although for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. Near as I could tell, the Civilian Girls (And they were all from civilian families) had somehow gotten it into their head that I was some kind of brooding hero who needed to be looked after and babyed. I suspected that their parents had put them up to it in an attempt to get their hands on the Uchiha Clans wealth and secrets. Fortunately, Ino wasn't among the fangirls and helped me escape from them on more than one occasion. Unfortunately, Sakura was and had somehow come to the conclusion that Ino liked me too, despite the fact that she never made any indications to that effect, but it still resulted in the end of the two girls friendship.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just the Fangirls who were annoying me in school, but some of the teachers as well. A few of them, most likely Civilian born Shinobi, had decided that it was a good idea to start coddling me, giving me easier tests and fixing my answers. I had not been happy when I found out and immediately reported it to the Hokage, resulting in those teachers being sacked and the Council being given an Ultimatum. Leave me the hell alone! While some people may appreciate the leg up, I knew that it would lead to overconfidence on my part, which would end in death. I wanted to become as strong as I could possibly be and that meant hard work and intensive training.

Finally, after another two years, Graduation day rolled around.

And thats the end of the first chapter. I hope it made sense since I had to go back and change a few things and may have missed something I should have changed. Before I sign off, a few things.

Mangekyo Sharingan. Yes, Sasuke did indeed awaken his Mangekyo at the age of three. Before anyone says anything, I have my reasons. The requirements of activation is witnessing the Death of someone close to you and this Sasuke is a reincarnated Soul with 20 years worth of memorys, which is what triggered the activation of his fully mature Sharingan. As for the Mangekyo, it was triggered by his own Death. He may not have witnessed it, but I'd say experiencing it qualifies, don't you? For now its going to be a last resort since its still in its default state and Sasuke has no intention of going blind.

OP Sasuke? No, I don't think he is. True, he is more talented than Canon Sasuke, but thats because he knows whats coming and is working hard to prepare for it. That said, he hasn't made any plans because theres very little he can actually change. Outsiders can only change events through interaction with people involved in said events, which means he can't avert any event where he can't interact with the people involved.

Kung Fu. That was added on a whim, just like Ankos involvement.

Parings. Already planned, but they won't come around until the Chunin Exams.

Crossovers. Heck yeah, but again, they won't appear in any great amount until after the Chunin Exams.

Language differences. I find it hard to believe that a land on an entirely different planet would have exactly the same language as one from earth, so I made it so it doesn't. However, they do have similarities, like the suffixes etc. I also decided to make a slight change to the length of the day, just to make the difference between Earth and whatever planet they're on more obvious.

Yes, I stole Dudley, his gang and Vernon from Harry Potter as the bullys and one of the Council members. That was more due to my lack of imagination and willingness to put any effort into such minor characters than anything.

And with that, I sign out. The future chapters likely won't be this long, I just wanted to cover the childhood years as quickly as possible. Until next time, leave me a review!