Broken Wings

Her life seemed simple to her besides not knowing who her father was. She grew up without the man that helped bring her into the world but her mother didn't let that take away anything from her. She enrolled into the Academy in Konoha when she was old enough and wanted to go into medical ninjutsu.

She also knew that she was slightly different from everyone else; she felt different. She could relate to Naruto because he didn't know his mother but he didn't know his father either. So she tried talking to him when she got a chance when it came to lunch and any other time she saw him.

When everyone graduated, that became impossible since she went on to study what she wanted even though her squad failed at some of the things that mattered. Even when she graduated near the top of her class in medical kunoichi and shinobi, she still continued to feel different.

Then it felt like everything fell from under her, making her fall without anyone to catch her from the never-ending darkness. Her mother was killed on a mission which surprised her. Her mother was a kunoichi that was proud of what she did and worked hard but she was killed like a genin that had no experience. No one knew who it was.

Opening her eyes, her gaze being blinded by the shining sun, she winced and covered her eyes with her hand. Sitting up, feeling grass and other green objects stick to her ebony hair, she stared at the village that she called home. She was waiting for time to pass so she could go on her mission with the squad that was put together.

"So this is she huh?" A voice questioned, making her perk up and look around, her hand reaching for the sai that she used in case of a battle.

Getting up from where she sat, she turned around, keeping her eyes clear and vigilant for the person that asked the question. "Who are you? Show yourself."

"Certainly." The male voice said, causing her to turn around. A hood hid most of the face but she could make out the mask at the chin. She recognized the cloak anywhere; this person was a part of the Akatsuki.

Backing up, she kept her hands at her sides where her sai was located at. Keeping that person in her sight, she continued on her way to the village for hope that she could alert Lady Tsunade of the intruder.

"You better not try." The man said as he took a step toward her.

"Why not?" She questioned as she drew her weapons.

"Because you won't be able to get there once I get a hold of you." He said, running up to her, grabbing her arm before everything swirled into nothing but blackness.

Turning around and trying to get a hold of where she was, she shook her head. "HELLO?"

Nothing answered her but the echoing of her own voice. Taking a breath, she put the sai back and hopes that this was a dream.

It wasn't especially when she was dragged out of the place she was and into a room where she could feel multiple set of eyes on her. Looking around with a glare, she noticed only one other person staring at her besides the masked man. "You're Madara, aren't you?"

"That's an insult without an honorific. How about Madara-oto? Better yet, how about Oto-san?" The Uchiha asked as he sat down.

Glaring, she grabbed her sai and charged at the man that wanted to play games with her. The breath she had escaped her in the form of a gasp as she felt her body push back. Looking up, the other man that was in the room who she now recognized as Hoshigaki, Kisame – the S-ranked criminal from Kiri – standing next to the man that was wanted.

"Don't try to attack Mizukage Emeritus." Kisame hissed as he brought Samehada back to his back.

"Why would I? He says he's my father when he isn't! My father was an honored shinobi that died in battle." She yelled as she got up from where she was.

"Your mother was a good liar so I wouldn't be surprised that she would do that. What did she name my daughter?" Madara asked as he leaned over and put his elbows on the table in front of him.

"I'm not your daughter." She hissed.

"You are. The hair, that feeling that you're different from everyone else. Have you noticed anything different with your eyes?" Madara inquired with a tilt of his head as he set his chin on his folded hands.

Taking a breath, she shook her head.

"Zetsu bring in a mirror so she can see." Madara ordered to someone that was in the room but she didn't notice him.

A few seconds later, she saw the mirror that was requested put in front of her. Looking at her reflections, she saw her ebony hair sticking out a little from the push back but it still fell to her back. That was when she noticed her eyes. They weren't the sapphire that she was born with.

Shaking her head, she tossed the mirror to the floor, breaking it. "I'm not an Uchiha dammit! How can I be when the only ones alive were Itachi and Sasuke!"

"That old legend of myself dying at the hands of Hashirama Senju was false. I'm still alive and well. I fucked up when I bedded your mother who is a Senju. Do you think I like Senju when they took away what belonged to the Uchiha clan also?" Madara demanded with a growl in his voice. "I fucking regret what I did that night but that gave me the only heir I need to carry on the Uchiha name. And I will use you for what you went into to."

"No, I refuse giving you my medical practice." She hissed as she started toward the door but someone stopped her.

"I won't take no as an answer. Your mother did though and that's what caused her death. Now what did Yasuko name my only child?"

"Masuyo." The sapphire eyed Uchiha answered with a bow of her head. How could she be related to this man? "I want a blood test ran so I know you're not lying."

Grabbing her sai, she pierced the soft skin and drew blood. Seeing a slip of glass appear, she dropped a drop on it before healing the wound that she caused to herself.

"It will be done." Madara answered. "Let me show you your room."

Masuyo heard a chair move and footsteps next to her. Feeling a hand touch her, she shook it off and followed the elderly man to the room that he gave her. Walking into it, and closing the door without a glance at the man that says he's her father, she flopped down onto the bed.

"This can't be happening." She whispered as she buried her face into the pillow on the bed.

So do you like? It's my first attempt at anything like this. Tell me by a review. Reading the newest chapters of Naruto since I read online have gotten me mad. Thank you Kabuto Orobuto as I liked to call you know, you ruined my story. *shivers* now I want to know whose behind the mask since it isn't Madara.