The Love of the Uchiha
Chapter One
Okay, before we begin this story, there are some things that I feel you need to know about me. First off, I'm not your average ninja. I have two kekkei genkai. I also come from the most highly esteemed clan in the Hidden Mist, the Achi clan
The females of the Achi clan possess an optical kekkei genkai called the Hikitsugan. The Hikitsugan has the same observatory prowess as the Byakugan, and makes the use of genjutsu easier and take less chakra and concentration. But what makes the Hikitsugan truly and uniquely fantastic is its last ability. When fully activated, the Hikitsugan causes the target to develop a deep infatuation with the owner of the Hikitsugan, some may describe it as love, causing the target to be unable to attack. At that point, the owner has complete control of the target and can speak to them telepathically, and can make them do whatever they desire.
My father was not from the Hidden Mist. Where he was from, he always refused to tell me and my sisters. All we knew about his past and family is his kekkei genkai, Onkyo Seigyo, Sound Control; complete control over sound waves. To manipulate sound waves, to change them, to move them, to make them almost solid. Father was a master and was my teacher.
My Hikitsugan was obvious from birth. Green eyes that became completely green whever the owner is using chakra, which makes it impossible to tell when the owner is using the abilities. So, it was assumed that I was just like the rest of the females in my clan. But at the age of one, I started changing and distorting the sounds around me. My parents freaked out. I had two kekkei genkai. I was a freak. I was a genius. I was to be trained to become the strongest ninja of all time, and the next Mizukage.
My training began with healing. Understandable, since my clan is made mostly of healers. Achi warriors are rare because the Achi are the best healers in the Hidden Mist. Our eyes see more than others, making seeing illness and injuries easy. I quickly grew bored of medicine, so my teachers decided to train me as a combat ninja. I had three teachers; my normal sensei with my team taught me my water style, my aunt taught me my Hikitsugan, and my father taught me my Onkyo Seigyo. I excelled at everything.
I graduated the academy and became a Genin at age eight. I became a Chunin at age ten. I would have become Chunin earlier, but my sensei decided my teammates were not ready when I was nine.
Now that you have my backround, let's begin the story. I was expected to become Jonin at age 13, and to become the youngest Jonin in history. Kakashi Hatake of the Hidden Leaf, the copy ninja, holds the record at 14 and a half. Today is my 14th birthday. I just finished my exam and earned my certification as Jonin. That's still beating the record, right?
"Ariya! How did it go?" Katara Sensei called as I walked out if the building. I held up the certificate. "Of course! Never failed anything in your life. I'm proud of you! Youngest Jonin in history!"
I smiled up at her. I really likes Katara Sensei. She was patient and understanding, but also strict when she needed to be. "I will meet you at the training field at three. I have to go show my family."
"Deal. I will go tell your teammates." She gave me a pat on the back and walked away. I walked the rest of the way home, nervous about how my family was going to react.
I stopped at my front door. I'm not ready for this. I mentally slapped myself. Suck it up and get in there! I took a deep breath and opened the door.
All I saw were two fuzzy balls flying towards me, one black and one blond, before I was tackled to the ground in a squeezing hug.
"Oh my god! Congratulations!" My older sister, Nira, yelled, her short black hair tickling my nose, causing me to sneeze. "You're so awesome!" screamed my younger sister, Hana, her long blond hair wrapped around my neck, slowly strangling me.
"Can't...breathe..." I somehow managed to get out. They both giggled then released me, then proceeded to pull me up to stand in front of them.
"I'm sorry, but father couldn't be here. He was assigned an S ranked mission that he could not turn down. He left you this note," said Hana, always the more responsible of the two. I took the note and read it:
Ariya,
Congratulations on becoming Jonin. You have made me proud to be your father. Always remember, do not play with your food. Eat quickly.
Your father,
Hajima
I winced as I read his favorite metaphor. How could I forget? He reminded me every day in training. That was all he had to say at my Chunin exams. "Good fight, but you must not play with your food. Eat it quickly." I am very small and my opponent was very strong, and therefore, even though I was working my hardest, the fight took 5 minutes. Father was disappointed.
Nira and Hana were both practically hopping up and down from excitment. "What was it like?" "What happened?" "Was it hard?" Even though Nira was two years my senior, she had lost the use of her left eye during her Chunin exams. Even though she passed the exam, her sensei refused to allow her to advance to Jonin. Hana, three years my junior, was taking her Chunin exams this year, at age eleven.
"You both know I can't tell you anything."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!"
"I'll get in trouble! Possibly arrested!"
They hung their heads, turned, and walked to their rooms, dragging their feet sadly. I walked into the kitchen where my mother and grandmother were sitting at the kitchen table opposite each other, talking quietly.