A/N:Greetings, I'm the AvatarsNindo, this is my first posted story but not my first written one. It has come to my attention that I have made a few mistakes and posted before I had fixed them thus this chapter was re posted July15th,2017. There are nothing but minor changes. Hope you enjoy the read as much as I enjoyed writing it, and questions or comments please feel free to comment in a review I love hearing feed back.

Prologue

Death, by dictionary terms is the act of dying; the total and permanent cessation of all vital functions of an organism.

The meaning and definition is simple, said in a way that it is easy to understand.

I had had grown up and existed my entire life with that simple definition never thinking death could be anything more then what was said. How could i think any different? Sure there was the religious point of view, but even that hadn't been a huge part of my world. I had seen death, the prospect wasn't new or strange to me but watching the world with my young mind I had never applied the action to myself, why would I when i was a young woman? I had the world at my finger tips, I had years ahead of me, I had love in my future, I had success, fame and fortune to chase and a world to explore.

So you can imagine my surprise when I found myself in the act of death. I wish I could say I went valiantly, saving a child in a act of heroism or surrounded by friends and family in a comfortable bed after a brave battle with a disease of some sort. I wish I could tell the tale of a meaningful death, one that would inspire love and bravery in others but unfortunately that wasn't the case.

My death had been meaningless, there would be no tales no memory other then the soft echo of my quiet existence.

A existence in this world had been nothing to write home about, I had stayed and lived in the same town my entire life, from birth to death. I had always told myself i would leave one day, I had even told everyone I had ever known that one day i would embark on adventure, I would go somewhere far away, live among a new culture and become a bright, and world experienced person. That day however would never come, due to my procrastination and firm belief that I had all the time in the world. Turns out your on a clock... we all are.

So instead of spending my days making the most of our said time I had spent my entire life the epitome of a introvert, keeping to myself letting my doubts and fears, my anxiety and uncertainty rule my initiative and courage. I had been content like that, I was okay not going anywhere, why wouldn't I be?I had a entire life to become someone more, to get the courage to tell my neighbour how I adored her and how beautiful she was, to shove down the fear of letting others hear my voice in song, to gain the bravery to leave my small home town to chase the world.

Instead of using my time to grow and become someone who people would

remember I wasted my time on remaining alone, watching TV shows, reading and keeping my mind on any world but my own.

After all, another world was much easier to visit, it required no courage nor did it require me to leave my comfortable basement suite. Though at the time i was okay with my quiet life, I am sure i was a slight disappointment to my parents, I who had three older high achieving siblings.. I was nothing compared to them in many peoples eyes. All three of my older siblings had graduated with honours from high school, they attended college on scholarships and then proceeded to graduate with honours once again. They all had successful careers, they all owned homes, they all possessed lives filled with love and children... Then there was me, the twenty year old daughter who had passed with a C average from high school. I was the daughter who had daydreamed of musical education but did nothing to get there; instead, I had gotten a minimum wage job and lived in their basement, not that my parents seemed to mind.

After all they loved me even with my lack of ambition. I am sure they let me be simply because they loved me despite them having to see me waste my life. They were kind like that, they never blamed me nor did my siblings ever hold themselves above me. Yes I had never done anything worth noting but I don't think it was as bad as some lives, it certainly could have been worse but I think I regret that, that I didn't make it better, that i didn't become someone worth remembering, worth being the protagonist of a well told story.

That was my life though, and i accept it despite my regret. It's my death I am having troubles accepting...

It had been a ordinary day, I was off from work for once, so I had planned to continue my wonderful marathon of anime, junk food and impromptu karaoke as i doodled aimlessly waiting for the day to pass me by. That seemingly perfect day in my eyes was interrupted when I had decided to shower before continuing the next episode of my marathon. I had entered the bathtub, turned on the shower and began my routine. When I had been washing my hair, some shampoo had went into my eyes causing the stinging sensation which became painful with in moments, which then educed slight panic and frantic movement to wash the said shampoo from my eyes. While moving about with out much thought i had carelessly knocked down a few bottles and my wash cloth. With half washed hair I had stepped back to wipe my face of suds when my foot came into contact with a round bottle of special scented body wash. The bottle rolled beneath by foot sending me towards the wall. My head then made contact with the metal bar meant to steady one self in the shower. Its hard to remember much after that... I remember looking at my hands after touching the pulsing pain stemming from the obvious gash at the side of my head. Swaying I had stupidly tried to get up, the movement sending me into darkness in the warm arms of unconsciousness. I most likely would have been able to survive with the injury... but while i was out of commission, the washcloth that had fallen with my other bathing products had covered the drain blocking the water from exiting the tub. Within moments the tub began to fill and, well its not hard to guess what had happened... I drowned, in the shower because I had gotten soap in my eyes... Its kinda a stupid way to go, but I guess it happens, well it does happen or else i wouldn't be dead... So that's it, That was me, my life... Over even before I really began it.

Chapter 1

The re-birth of a red fan

Darkness...

Warmth...

After the confusion of my death, I existed in darkness, in the tight warmth of what i assumed was the plain of the dead. It wasn't so bad, it was comfortable and seemingly kind. Some would think that you'd go insane in such a place, but in death, there aren't really any thoughts, just the echo of them. You knew you once were, but there is no thought of when that was, there is only the quietness of your soul.

I was okay spending eternity here, I couldn't really feel time so I am unsure how long i spent there, seconds? Years? It didn't matter to me, I had ceased to care about it. I was content, there was no reason not to be until things started to change. I am unsure if the change was rapid and it just seemed like something that lasted a long while or if it was long and tedious but passed as soon as I noticed.

It is best described as, one moment I was in the warmth of the never ending darkness then the next moment after the suffocating embrace of the dark I was thrust in to the cold of the white light.

It was in those moments of change when everything was different.

I am not sure when I registered the difference but when I did it was a shock. Not because the darkness became light but because its was so much more then just light. After realizing that the colour change wasn't the only change I had frozen, it was all so much, I couldn't process anything and yet I knew everything that was happening.

I had a body...

I was cold..

I was hungry...

I was alive..

With that realization I cried in relief, in confusion and in happiness all at once. I didn't care how it happened, or why, I was just so happy to be here again. Ashamedly my next thought or even the next next thought wasn't of my family. It was like I could remember them but the attachment towards them wasn't there anymore... I can recall the warmth, the good memories of them and the bad but... its like watching a movie of a life I cant connect to anymore... Its sad but maybe that was the souls way of helping itself move one from its previous life.

As I cried I had felt my body lift, the sounds of my new voice wailing loudly quickly gave me awareness that my body was in fact new, and that of a new born infant. And once again it seemed things what most likely would have been felt before, such as anxiety and uncertainty wasn't there anymore, just as my previous attachments weren't. Instead of the embarrassment and awkwardness I most likely would have felt from being lifted up to only be laughed at then passed off and gently rocked and hummed to, happiness, warmth, love and adoration bloomed instead.

Mikoto POV

Uchiha Mikoto was a strong proud woman of the Uchiha clan, she was valued for her kindness, fortitude, intelligence and for her strength as the Lady of the Uchiha Clan. Though Uchiha Mikoto was a accomplished shinobi of Konohagakure, The Village Hidden in the Leaves, in her opinion her proudest achievement wasn't her marrying the head of one of the most prestigious clan heads of the land of fire nor was it her previous career. Mikoto's proudest title and occupation was that of mother.

It would be now five years since she had earned the position. She had watched her beloved child, Uchiha Itachi grow and become the strong yet loving little boy he was... She had spent five years watching her power hungry clan mould her only child into the next leader of the clan, she had watched as they stained her baby's soul with the red of blood in the pursuance of power, she had watched them shatter his innocence to only place a broken heart in its place. She was so proud of her little boy and yet so ashamed... Not of her child, never of her child but of herself, because despite the strength she prided herself with, the wisdom she thought she held... she couldn't protect the one thing that was hers to protect. Her little Itachi.

From the moment her son had looked up at her, moments after his birth she had known he was special. She didn't think that knowledge came with motherly bias but because when she had first gazed at her boy, her little son gazed back with now only kind knowing eyes... but with gentle eyes. Her son wasn't meant for her she knew as soon as he had been conceived, but as soon as she gazed at him her soul wept, for she knew that gentle look would be gone, it would be taken from him just as it was taken from his father before him...

And true to her knowledge, it was exactly what had happened. Though, much to her profoundness, her son didn't harden all the way, not the way the clan so seemed to wish him so. Instead her little boy grew strong and wise... He learned to value his strength, and much to Mikoto's sadness learned the price of it as well. Sometimes she believed her boy was much too smart for his own good. Not that she would wish it any other way, as she loved her son no matter how he was, but it had crossed her mind that it would be so much simpler if her son didn't know, that he didn't understand the way the clan wished him to be, how they used him, or how little choice he had when it came to his own life.

Thus eight months ago, when Mikoto had found how she was once again with child much to her shame, she had felt hope. Hope that this time she could get it right, hope that she could protect this child unlike her current son, hope that she could openly love her child with out the rebuke of the clan. Mikoto both loved this opportunity and hated it. She loved she could love another tiny person, that she could watch it grow up as a ordinary child, but she hated that it would be so obvious to see the difference... Itachi, her smart beloved son would know immediately how different they were. That this child could remain innocent. This child could grow slowly on its own, it could walk any path it choose with no consequences.

Would her son hate his sibling?

Would her kind son's heart gain another hurt with another child beside her?

Thankfully that hadn't seemed to have been the case...

A month into her pregnancy she had gotten the courage to tell her son. Sitting the child down she had knelt before him caressing his soft cherub cheek gently before letting her hand take his and placed it upon her still flat belly.

(Flashback)

Mikoto smiled softly as her heart fluttered anxiously as her son looked at her questioningly. Kneeling down she sat before her son in a unexpected way, so much so that her son looked unsure. As much as she prided herself on being Itachi's mother, public affection, as in affection other then within the home wasn't acceptable to the clan, a clan who desired to be seen as strong by all, including among themselves. Meaning, though she loved her son dearly, she had little opportunities to show him how she loved him so as his days were often busy with training and schooling. Thus when Mikoto had interrupted her sons training and knelt before him in the garden for all to see if they chose so, was a odd occurrence indeed.

"Mother?" Itachi asked softly unsure of his mothers sudden odd behaviour.

Mikoto simply smiled and gently rose a delicate hand to caress her child's soft cheek with an affectionate touch. She beamed before giving a small smile as she watched her son lean into her hand with a sigh of content. Her poor boy, her poor strong little boy. She had felt her heart clench briefly in the unfairness of her little sons fate. Knowing she needed to tell him now, her son was much to smart and would figure it out quickly, she didn't want him to be hurt if he thought she was hiding it away form him, thus decided she needed to tell him, in fact he would be the first to know.

"Itachi... I have something to tell you." she began, smiling sadly when her sons expression grew guarded and suspicious.

Letting her hand fall from the soft flesh of his cheek she had gently taken the blunted kunai from his small hand before placing it onto her flat belly. Itachi had blinked in surprise before giving his mother a questioning look.

Taking a calming breath Mikoto then smiled, "Itachi, right here, inside mummy's belly is a little baby... One day it'll grow bigger and come out and be born. The little baby will be your sibling Itachi, a brother or a sister for you, a little boy or girl we will protect so it can grow up strong." She had taken a deep breath and swallowed feeling her dry mouth stick together as she watched her son react to her news.

Itachi's eyes had widened in shock before his small hand flexed beneath hers before becoming soft and gentle while a look of wonder and awe filled his gaze. Mikoto almost wept in joy at the sight of that once gentle gaze that she thought was gone for good returned to his ebony eyes. Her boy smiled in joy and nodded and he gently touched his mother, "I will be strong and protect my sibling mother... I will protect..." his last words coming out in breathless awe as he seemed to process his words.

Unable to help herself Mikoto gathered her son in her arms in the middle of her front gardens for all to see. She embraced her boy as he laughed and grinned excitedly happily returning the affection his mannerisms matching his age for once as he happily chatted up at his mother with excitement.

(end flashback)

Mikoto smiled, a sigh of happiness left her as the memory danced across her thoughts. Her hand caressed her now well rounded belly in affection as she remained in her thoughts in the early morning of July. She was so lucky to have such a wonderful son in Itachi, and she thanked the gods every day for him.

Though she had anxiety in the beginning about her second child it soon faded and was replaced with excitement and joy matching her son Itachi.

And though her Husband, the head of the Uchiha clan, Uchiha Fugaku was hesitant and slightly disapproving in the beginning, after much thought he too began to grow eager for the presence of the new life. Fugaku like his wife, he too loved his son Itachi, but it was only he who fully understood the importance of his son growing as strong as he could so the clan could prosper, but sometimes a unknown feeling crept up, a feeling of heavy regret. It was that feeling that formed and weighed him down when he took the time to gaze at his strong son. Uchiha Fugaku had also gotten the same feeling when gazing at his wife, when she believed her sad eyes were hidden and unseen. This child would give them a chance to raise a ordinary child and that was something that was a blessing, he would protect this child from the council of Uchiha elders for as long as he could, he would this time.

Mikoto smiled slightly in memory, when the soft whispers of her husband broke through the darkness one night, he had wrapped his strong arms around her rounded figure and pulled her close beneath the blankets and whispered soft words into her ear telling her how he was happy for this child's impending birth, how he would protect them... how he would protect her, his whispers brushing her ear as his hands ran along her body, the promising words then soon turned to words of affection, love and desire.

Her cheeks flushed as her heart fluttered at the memory. It was now one of her favourite memories, along with the afternoon when she had told her son of his siblings presence.

It was then after the flush of her cheeks that Mikoto gave a quiet gasp her hand pressing to her side as she took a deep breath. She had been awake a bit before sunrise, not because she was a early riser, but because the tightness and aching her body palpitated with. She had been experiencing contractions for a while now. She knew it would be soon... She was slightly worried as it was a month too early, she was due at the end of august and it was now only mid July, but she wasn't so foolish to think her child would wait for the allocated time. Taking a slow breath she pressed her hand to her back and gently applied pressure as she breathed through the pain, she was a lady and a shinobi she could take a little pain on her own for now, it was still very early thus she would allow her husband and son to sleep a little longer, time didn't need to be rushed yet. According to the medic her child was a boy, a perfect little boy. She was happy to have another son, though a daughter would have been nice she didn't really care so long as her child was healthy.

Mikoto breathed and talked herself through for the rest of the very early morning until she knew she could no long go through this silently let alone by herself, due to the pain becoming more frequent and much more painful. With a loud gasp her hand had reached out grabbing her husband, startling him from sleep.

Fugaku had looked at his wife with groggy puzzlement before his eyes widened in realization, "Now?" he asked almost seeming baffled at the very idea that this was happening at all. Mikoto bit her lip with a soft whine before grunting out a "Now!" as she shifted about on the futon in pain, her hair clinging to her brow as her body sweat in effort.

Fugaku had taken another moment to look at his wife who was clearly in pain before nodding making sure to be quick to dress before he left to go get the medic who would be in charge of his wife's birthing.

Mikoto groaned in relief at the brief brake between her contractions never noticing her son peeking inside in worry. Her thoughts and concentration solely on bringing her early son into the world.

Mikoto wasn't sure how long her husband had taken but when the medic had arrived, she and her child were ready. With her eldest son beside her watching in fascination and with her husband behind her holding her up, the lady of the Uchiha clan gave a battle like cry and pushed the child from her body.

With that fierce push, that was how Uchiha Sasuke was born.

Panting in exertion Mikoto watched the medic with tired eyes as he cut the babes umbilical cord and washed her new born son before handing him to her. Her eyes widened in awe as she gazed at the small scrunched up face of her newest child. Her little Sasuke, and he like all Uchiha had pure black hair that seemed to spike about his tiny head randomly, and his small eyes that remained squinted were just as a deep ebony's as Itachi's... He was beautiful.

Her heart bloomed with never ending love as she watched her eldest son Itachi gently touch his brother with a small tentative hand. As if he was fearful he would harm such a helpless creature. Mikoto smiled lovingly and was about to ask her son if he would like to hold his new brother when a lick of far to familiar pain ran up along her back once more...

Before Mikoto could question the medic, a cry of pain involuntarily left her lips as she hunched over her new born son as if to curl away from the pain. Was this suppose to be happening?

A flutter of fear grew as her son was take from her, to only be placed in Fugaku's arms as the medic ordered them away so Mikoto could lay down. The medic frowned and inspected her quickly with slight urgency, after all if the Lady of the Uchiha clan died in his care he was finished in his career.

The medic's hand pulsed with green healing chakra as he ran his hands diagnostically along the clearly in pained woman before giving a exclamation of shock.

"Lady Uchiha... were you aware you are having twins?" he asked hurriedly as he silently ordered Fugaku to return to his wife. The clan head's eyes widened before he passed his youngest son to his heir, silently and quickly directing him how to hold the newborn Sasuke before he returned to his wife where he once again helped her sit up a tad to assist with her birth.

Mikoto gave a confused noise at the question, as the medic who had done her check ups had been very clear it had been only one and a son...

Shouldn't the medic have picked this up?

Mikoto frantically shook her head, she was much to exhausted she believed to do this again. Panting in absolute exhausted pain the medic ordered her to push. Steeling her resolution she pressed her sweaty body in to her husband before screaming, startling her new born Sasuke into a crying fit.

The second birthing seemed to take forever as it was late in the afternoon when the second tiny body left her. With sob of relief, Mikoto slumped into her husbands steady arms, exhaustion weighing heavy on the woman.

With half closed eyes she watched sluggishly as the medic inspected the quiet infant. With a quivering lips Mikoto gave a soft questioning sound... why wasn't it crying?

it couldn't be?

Why would the gods gift her with a child and then take it away?

The medic didn't answer her nor the clan head as they questioned him, he simply remained focused on the infant in his hold. The child was alive, its eyes was open and it was blinking... with a rise of its small chest it seemed to blink in astonishment, the medic smiled then laughed as the babe gave a startled cry before full out wailing, displaying its very healthy lungs. He heard the parents sigh in relief before he looked up to them. He gazed to the parents then to Itachi the Uchiha Heir and his new born brother before giving the announcement, "Congratulations... Its a girl"

And that was how Uchiha Hitomi was born...