A/N:

Little Sasuke: Hey guys! Author-chan does not own Naruto, or anything about it. All she owns is her OC, Gesshu Mizuki! ^w^ Was that good Author-chan?

Author-chan: Hai, Sasuke-kun!

Chapter One

Death

A young girl, the age of six, skipped home, a package clutched tightly in her small arms. Because it was her birthday, she had gone to her best and only friend Hinata Hyugga's house to celebrate. Hinata had begun to stop playing with Mizuki recently - she was coming of age and her father wanted her to make their family name proud - but finally, Hinata got a break from studying and was able to host Mizuki's six year old birthday party. In the meantime, her Clan, The Gesshu's, tended to private matters. The Gesshu clan was famous for their Kekkei Genkai, which had roughly about 8 stages. She had heard stories about how no one achieved the 8th level, and other stories about how amazing ninja's they were. Mizuki actually should be receiving that this year, and she was really excited about it.

Now, Mizuki had finally reached the gates, eager to get home and play with her younger sisters, Mai and Jade. They were twins and the sweetest things ever. They would play with dolls together, play tag, and everything! It was amazing to her that their first words were not 'momma' or 'daddy', but instead, they were 'Onee-chan!' Surprisingly, the guards that usually watched the gates weren't at their station, but Mizuki, took no notice. She would be able to play with Kannon and Botan later.

The young girl – sadly - didn't see one pair of feet sticking out from a nearby bush, blood pooling around it. She shrugged off the odd sensation in the pit of her stomach and continued on. The place was eerily quiet, and shivers ran down Mizuki's spine, making her jump every time a leaf brushed her skin. When she reached the first shop she gasped and a blood-curling screamed slipped from her thin rosy lips. For there, lying in a pool of blood was the shop owner, and her aunt. Tears sprang forth and fell down her cheeks. She backed away slowly and turned, looking at the next shop, and the next shop and the next and the next and the next.

All things were the same.

Store owners were all hung or stabbed, fear etched on their lifeless faces. Villagers were also dead, either spread-eagled on the ground or face forward in their food. The only thing that made her look at every face, into every shop, was the thought of her immediate family: Her mom, dad, sisters, and older brother, Ryou. She didn't know what she would do if she saw them dead, face down in the dirt or laid against the wall, blood around them.

Finally she reached her house and she entered, tears coming more and more as she took in each room. Signs of struggle jumped out at her. Rooms were trashed, sheets were torn, and the rice paper doors ripped. As she came to the last room, she dreaded the thought of seeing her family. What if they were dead? What if they were being slaughtered right now? Suddenly, a noise that would haunt the girl forever echoed across the room inside. For the first time, she heard her mother scream out in pure agony. Fumbling with the paper thin door, she threw it open, eyes scanning wildly. Her heart broke. Falling to her knees, she let her vision be clouded with the never ending stream of tears that ran down her red cheeks.

She didn't want to look, but she couldn't dare look away. Mizuki screamed in horror, the sight finally being forced upon her. Her mom had a kunai in her stomach, laid down sideways beside her father who
had tons of needles poking out of his flesh. But the two things that got her the most were one, her sisters were facing her, hung from the ceiling, eyes bulging and shin deathly white, mouth opened wide in a silent scream. And two, her brother stood in the middle of the room… smiling. Smiling? Smiling.

"Onii-chan, what's going on? D-did you do this?" Mizuki whispered, though she already knew the answer.

"Of course I did, you dim-witted little maggot," He growled, looking up at her and smirking.

She stumbled to her feet and backed up as he walked forward, swallowing the lump in her throat. She continuously backed up until he bumped against the wall, glancing up at her brother. He smirked and leaned down towards her, grabbing her neck and lifting her up the wall. His brown eyes looked into her blue ones, tearing a hole in her heart with just that look that could never be fixed. She struggled to breathe, thrashing around in her brother's iron grip.

She felt so betrayed.

"I hate you, Mizuki, I've always hated you. You a worthless piece of shit just like the rest of the Gesshu Clan. I would gladly kill you, but what fun would that be? No, I want you to become stronger, and seek me out to kill. I'll be waiting… But please don't take your time, I'm not very patient." He said laughing demonically before vanishing.

Mizuki fell to the ground, her little chubby fingers wrapping gingerly around her neck and gulping in lungfulls of air. A dark purple ring was now around her neck and it hurt just to brush her fingers on it. After ten minutes, it finally sunk in. She had no one. Even though her clan hated her somewhat, they shouldn't have died like this. She raised her head up to the heavens and screamed. Once. Twice. Three times. Again and again until her throat was raw and hoarse. She crawled over to her mother and father, dragging them close and wrapping their cold lifeless arms around. She couldn't even look up at Mai and Jane, she didn't think she would be able to take it if she saw them once again, swaying in the breezeless room. She stared blankly ahead until she cried herself to sleep, often waking up and believing that they were still alive. Finally she passed out for good out of exhaustion and depression.

Two lone figures stood by the foot of a hospital bed, looking down at the sleeping body that was the Gesshu Prodigy. Here laid the last female from the most powerful Clan, and there was a similar situation not too far away. Was this planned? It was strange and eerily coincidental for the two best Clans in all of the Countries to be wiped out back to back. Was there a hidden purpose behind this? It seemed likely. The first figure reached up and tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, looking up at the younger man with silver hair.

"Do you think these Massacre's are connected?" she asked the man, her light chocolate eyes looking up into his black one.

The man sighed, closing his book and putting it back into his pouch. Looking down at her, he nodded. "I do. There's no reason not to suspect a connection. The two best Clans, wiped out in two days? It's unheard of. There must have been a large group of people that conspired together to wipe them out, using the two older males, Uchiha Itachi and Gesshu Ryou to put it into action. What I'm wondering is why would they betray their own Clan?"

The woman was surprised. She had never heard him talk that much – well, about his thoughts, that is. Recovering instantly from her shock, she nodded, agreeing with him completely. "Do you think they may have used mind trickery? The two went on an Anbu mission together and when they returned, they often requested to go on missions alone together. How could suspicion not have raised sooner?"

She was truly shocked that she had been so stupid as to not realize that there was something behind the faces of the two amazilngly skilled males.

"Don't worry too much about it. No one could have known." A new voice spoke, sounding wise and filled with practice.

The silver-haired man turned his eye to look back, turning the rest of his body and bowing when he saw who it was.

"Lord Hokage." He simply said, coming up from his bow.

The female, who had also bowed, got back up, lifting her Anbu mask off. It was hot and stuffy when she wasn't moving around, and she wanted to take it off anyways. Placing the mask inside her jacket, she was able to look more closely at the small girl.

It was a truly sad sight to see.

She was curled up in a ball, her short black hair falling over her face and covering her eyes, which were leaking tears. Reaching down, she wiped some of her tears away with her thumb and rubbed her back soothingly, petting her hair and sighing. The little girl seemed to relax into he touch, her labored breathing becoming easier. I wish I had a daughter. She thought, though knowing that she wouldn't be able to take the girl in. With all of her Anbu missions and other things, it would be impossible for her to take care of a child. Plus, she would be off traveling soon, with her secretary – or whatever you call her. Friend, if you must. But to her, she's just a parent that keeps her from drinking too much sake.

"Kakashi. Tsunade." The Hokage spoke again, looking over them with a gaze that seemed like he could see right through you. Walking around the bed, he leaned against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. "Jiraiya, you can come out now as well." He said, not even blinking when another figure joined the small group, leaning on the wall beside Mizuki's bed-side.

What was he doing up there? The creep! Tsunade thought angrily, shaking her head in disgust. He annoyed her… And yet…

"Back to the matter at hand, let's work on the most pressing issues. Where are the two children, Uchiha Sasuke and Gesshu Mizuki, going to live? We can't just put them with another family, I have a feeling that they won't like that. And we can't put them together, because it might upset the Village Elders." Jiraiya said, trying to calm the anger that was coming off of Tsunade in waves.

She always got mad at him for the little things.

"They will have to stay alone, under my watchful eye. I already watch Uzumaki Naruto, so this won't be a problem Understood?" Lord Hokage mused out loud and then nodded to himself.

"Hai, Hokage-sama." They said simultaneously.

"Now, we'll go and take another look at the two Clan's for more clues. Do. Not. Move. Anything. Everything will stay the same, except for the bodies. We'll hold the funeral later on in the month. Understood?"

"Hai, Hokage-sama."

"Good. Finally, I want you to let Mizuki out when she wakes up. She's been emotionally damaged, and we don't know how she'll react, so monitor her progress and then you may release her. Dismissed."

And with that, they all disappeared, leaving nothing but the shadows to close in on the small, destroyed girl.

Mizuki's P.O.V

I woke up to the rays of sun beating upon me face. I slowly sat up, wondering why I was here. But then, everything came crashing back and I looked down. I shoved my face in my pillow, sobbing. Flashes of dead bodies, blood and my brother went through my mind. Why would he do such a thing? Why would he do that to his own family? Pinching her little fists into the pillow, she was unaware of the several pairs of eyes, watching her.

What reason is there to life now? I though sadly, Everyone I love is dead – excluding Hinata –how am I supposed to stay happy and keep everything that everyone says to me out of my mind and heart? HOW?

To avenge their deaths… Don't fight your feelings… Embrace them. Take them in and give them a home in your heart. A soothing, yet very high pitched voice commented in my head. I nodded slightly. I was going to become stronger, hunt down my brother, and get to the bottom of this.

A nurse walked in, carrying a clipboard and a pen. She approached me, and checked some stuff I didn't know the half of, scribbling down notes.

"How ya doing, honey?" She said softly, removing the IV in my arm.

I just looked at her, my once blue eyes a deep green. My Molani – or my Kekki Genkai - had come that night, and she seemed to be moving in slow motion. I needed to get out… This was suffocating. Staying here was making me sick… Which was a bit strange since I was in a hospital. Their supposed to make you better, right?

"Can I leave?" I said apathetically, glaring at the wall behind her and shifting uncomfortably.

She nodded sadly without another word and I quickly stood up, not bothering with the door, and jumped out the open window. I will get stronger… I promise.