Authors note: I do not own the original characters of Naruto. The brilliant Masashi Kishimoto does. There. Happy? -.-
-xXx-
A small girl stood in a moonlit clearing, her pale eyes miniature replicas of the full moon above her head. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back, revealing her pale skin drenched in sweat. The eyes were trained on the dented log in front of her as she constantly slammed her palms against it's surface.
Points of chakra as sharp as kunai made slits in the bark, barely noticeable. Only she could identify where they were placed, thanks to her byakugan. She had only earned the inherited talent a few months ago, and preferred to work on perfecting it alone.
With one final, deathly strike to the vertical log, her sharp vision receded. She grabbed the bottle of water that rested on a nearby stump and popped the lid off. She poured the cool and refreshing liquid down her dry throat, oblivious to her surroundings only for a moment.
A movement in the neighboring forest alerted her to the brief, yet fatal mistake she had made. A good ninja should always be alert and aware of their surroundings. Too late, she realized, as something hard connected with her skull and made the world disappear.
-xXx-
It seemed like only a moment passed before the child became aware of her surroundings once more. The first thing to come to her attention was the unbearable pain coursing through her body, it's apparent source coming from her neck. She wanted to scream, but all that she could manage was a choked whimper.
When she barely managed to open her eyes, she saw flames lowering over her and a dark figure leaning over her body. The body was a boys, obviously only a few years older. But the flames surrounding him made it impossible to see much else except for his outline.
But one detail she could make out was his eyes. They reflected the flames light, the color a blood red. Three black tear drops chased each other around the red irises. She'd seen those eyes before she'd been taught the history of the nearly extinct clan which had been destroyed by one of the members of the clan itself.
What was his name? She couldn't remember. Her pain was too intense. But she'd memorized the name of the clan and could easily recite it from heart.
Uchicha.
Perhaps this was a descendent of one of the survivors?
"Uzumaki Kana."
It took the girl, Kana, a long while to realize that the light, seductive voice wasn't coming from the figure leaning over her. As the boy looked up, she realized the person talking was outside of her peripheral vision.
She cried out as a fresh wave of pain coursed through her body. Her hand jerked up and pressed against her neck in a useless attempt to muffle the source of pain.
The man with the seductive voice chuckled and sat next to the boy. Long black hair brushed across her face, a few strands clinging briefly to her sweat drenched skin. Snake like eyes bore into hers. She could recognize those eyes anywhere. After all, he was the reason she always kept a vigilant eye out for danger. Why she worked so hard to be the best. He'd been after her since the day she was born.
"Oruchimaru." She barely uttered, her voice small and high pitched with fear. So he'd finally gotten her in his grasps. She couldn't see much of him other than his eyes, so she couldn't see his expression. But she was sure it was one of victory.
"You didn't really think your father could protect you forever? Ah yes," He paused and waved his hand to the boy. "You two will become good friends soon enough, I'm sure. If you will, Akito?" The last few words were obviously for the boy.
The boy moved slightly and then leaned forward until Kana's face was only inches from his. Kana was too far gone to notice anything specific about his features before his sharingan drowned her in darkness once more.