Well, I'm not sure where this idea came from…

Basically this is about a female Sasuke who took a different path than vengeance. A path to become a lady. Her speech becomes very formal as time goes on, so it gives her a different flavor. Just think about Sasuke's personality before the massacre.

Bear with me as I do not know exactly how a traditional Japanese clan would function and I'm not sure where this story is going!

But don't worry, there's no chance in Hell that this fic is a Sau/Naru fic. If anything Naruto might have a small crush on the girl-that's it!

At least give this fic a try- it's boring at first but it gets more interesting in later chapters!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Am I the only one who has ever wondered what Sasuke's life would be like if he had been born a girl? Well

The Little Tomboy

"You may have a boy's name, but would it hurt you to behave more lady-like?" Mikoto Uchiha exclaimed, exasperated at her daughter's behavior. The matriarch mumbled sourly as Sasuke continued her little tirade, crossing her little arms in defiance as she glared at the offending article of clothing that had started this little argument. Mikoto watched her daughter's little face scrunch up in disgust at the light blue yukatta that had a cute pattern of little Uchiha fans on it.

Sighing Mikoto decided to try a different approach, "Sasuke, don't you want to look nice when we go to Otousan's business party? I'm sure all the other girls are wearing pretty dresses."

Sasuke hesitated a moment, the child was extremely self-conscious and hated drawing unwanted attention. Sasuke seemed to be going through a phase, one that would soon end the mother hoped, where the girl was determined to mimic her elder brother in all aspects. If Itachi did something, Sasuke would do her very best to copy him. Whatever he liked she liked, whatever he wore- she wore (going as far as to dress up in his Anbu armor that was far too big on her), and so on. Itachi was her ideal, she wanted to be exactly like him.

Surprisingly, Itachi didn't seem to mind his sister's idolization.

In fact, her eldest exacerbated the problem by calling Sasuke his little brother rather than little sister, reinforcing Sasuke's uncouth manner. At first it had been a cute inside joke shared between the two siblings but now it made Mikoto want to pull her hair out!

She could only speculate where this sudden fascination with becoming a boy had come from, though the Uchiha matriarch had a pretty good idea. Mikoto recalled a memory from a few months ago. Sasuke had come home from the academy with an assignment that required her to state what she wanted to do when she grew up. The cute doll-like face had scrunched up in contemplation as she pondered an answer.

"When I grow up I want to be a boy! That way my name'll fit and Otou-san won't be upset any more!"

Sasuke was too young to comprehend that one could not simply become the opposite sex.

Her husband, Fugaku, was somewhat distant to his youngest child as she was a girl and therefore worthless in his mind. Her name alone was a glaring reminder that he had wanted a son and not a daughter.

Mikoto sighed; it was technically all Fugaku's fault for her daughter's rather unfortunate name. The man had not bothered to stay during Sasuke's birth and had instead gone ahead and filled out the birth certificate, confident that Sasuke would be a boy. Imagine the man's surprise when he had found out that he had a newborn daughter instead.

She on the other hand, had been naturally delighted to have a daughter that she could coddle rather than a son that would be 'brainwashed' into becoming a manly shinobi that had no time for a mother's doting.

Though he had been disappointed that his second child was a female, Fugaku seemed to have warmed up slightly to his daughter. He often bought the child very fine kimonos and toys and was somewhat less rigid in regards to her behavior. He permitted her to hug his legs, something that always made Mikoto's heart melt, and occasionally gave the child a small smile for her good grades at the academy.

But Mikoto was secretly proud that she was obviously Sasuke's favorite parent.

She was able to do everything she had only dreamed of doing with her first born. With Sasuke she was allowed to feed the girl's imagination with storybooks, dress up, games, and other bonding activities. Her precious daughter really was the light of her life so Mikoto was miffed at her sweet little girl's sudden tomboy attitude.

~ Later that evening~

Guests milled about the rather opulent garden that had been tastefully decorated for Fugaku's annual police force banquet. Colorful paper lanterns bearing the Uchiha Fan flickered softly in the gentle spring evening breeze from the wires they had been strung up on.

Sasuke stood shyly behind her mother's festive kimono as they made their way out to the porch entrance to the garden party. Her hair had been done up in an elaborate bun by her mother.

"Mikoto-sama! Mikoto-sama!" One of the Uchiha women who had been responsible for catering this banquet's rushed up to the Matriarch, panic evident on the woman's face. "The first course, its not here! We can't find it anywhere! What are we to do?"

Resisting the urge to frown, the matriarch berated herself for not overseeing the catering herself; these things always seemed to happen! Spotting her husband she pointed him out to her daughter, "There's Otousan, Sasuke-chan. Why don't you go stand with him while I sort this out?"

"Ah, and who is this delightful little princess?" An aristocratic man asked as he observed the small girl who had joyfully trotted up to the Uchiha clan leader.

"My daughter, Sasuke." Fugaku stated, proudly placing a hand affectionately on the child's shoulder.

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Itachi frowned slightly as he watched Sasuke cling shyly to the Uchiha head's formal robe, earning endearing coos from the guests that the man had been speaking with. It wasn't fair to his sister that their father only took an active interest in his daughter during formal occasions.

He had the feeling that she was being used as one of Father's pawns to further his agenda. She was always dolled up in elaborate kimonos as if to illustrate how much he cared about his child, making him out to be a loving and devoted father. Sasuke unknowingly said and acted exactly as Otousan wanted her to, she was so happy to have the man pay some form of positive attention to her.

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The noble's wife asked Sasuke in a sickeningly sweet voice, "So, do you attend the ninja academy?"

"Un! I like it lots!" Sasuke chirped as she basked in the positive attention.

"Be sure to study hard now!"

"I will!" Sasuke beamed at the pretty woman.

But that wasn't true, she didn't really enjoy going to Ninja Academy. Sure she loved the learning aspect of the school, she just hated the social aspect of the school. She didn't really have any friends, the fact she was an Uchiha alienated her from her peers. The clan's prestige automatically put Sasuke on an untouchable level.

Most of her classmates were scared of her, well not her, but of her brother.

All sorts of rumors about Itachi ran rampant on the school yard most of which the little girl knew were wildly out of proportion.

There was a sort of implied notion that you didn't mess with Uchiha Itachi's little sister. She had once overheard a small group of kids 'Her big brother is an ANBU, you know. He would probably kill you in your sleep if she played with us and scraped her knee!'

What was worse was that her sensei expected her to be a genius like her brother. She was ashamed when she apparently didn't reach their expectations.

The little girl was drawn from her musings when she heard her brother's voice call out to her from somewhere nearby. Swiftly, her dark little eyes searched for her older brother's figure through the clusters of guests before spotting him stepping down from a garden terrace. She watched as he took long strides in his dark Uchiha Heir robes. It was strange to see her brother dressed in such formal attire in her mind, she much perfered him in his super-cool ANBU suit!

Itachi gave a polite nod to the guests and their father before reaching out his arm for her to take, "Let's go look at the desert table, Sasuke."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of sweets, " Do you think there's chocolate, Onii-tan?"

The boy merely gave an uncertain shrug of his shoulders as he offered his arm to his little sister.

With that the smaller girl clutched onto her brother's arm enthusiastically pulling him towards the desert table.

Onii-tan = a rather childish or baby like way to say big brother.

Yeah, it's short. And the language is simple, but I'm only doing that so we can get the idea of a young child's train of thought!

But these next few chapters are really meant to emphasize Sasuke-chan's relationship with her brother. We'll get to the nitty-gritty massacre later.

Please give a review to let me know if it's any good!