"B-but father
"B-but father!" A redheaded young woman cried.
Only a few feet away from her sat a man with long, dark hair, clothed in a navy three-kamon kimono. He faced away from the woman, his attention seemingly directed at his afternoon tea and the young, also dark-haired girl he was sharing it with.
"We are your daughters! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!" she protested. Her long ponytail waved behind her, her bangs flicking at her pale cheeks and dark eyes as she stepped towards the silent man. She placed a hand on his shoulder.
Tension swelled in the air as the one-sided argument seemed to freeze in time. Suddenly, an arm lashed out, and in a split second the man sent the woman reeling backwards. For one minute fragment of a second, he turned to the redheaded woman, revealing a pair of piercing crimson eyes.
He turned away once more, as the woman was caught by another, slightly younger woman. This woman's hair was shorter and a slightly lighter shade of red. She had bold pink eyes, nearly the same shade as her hair. In a hushed, almost frantic tone, she pleaded to the older woman, her sister. "Come on, Aoi, let's just go."
"No!" Aoi lashed out desperately. "He must listen! We've worked so hard, yet we will never be recognized without that!"
She pointed accusingly to the child, sitting quietly at the table across from her father.
The girl flinched slightly, retracting the red spiral pattern in her own eyes.
"The Sharingan…"
"Aoi, please…" her sister pleaded.
"Why?"
"Huh?" the younger redhead replied, confused.
"Why? Why do we need the Sharingan, father?" Aoi continued. "We are exceptional ninja, we can track anyone, why?!"
Silence again.
And then...the man who, all this time, had not spoken one word, had not even shown the slightest attention or care to these, his daughters, now turned to them. His fiery, hypnotic Mangekyo Sharingan eyes glared in the lamplight.
"Failures." He said beneath a breath of disgust. "You are exceptional ninja, true, but you are failures. Powerful, glorious Uchiha blood runs in your vains, and yet you cannot master the Sharingan. You are nothing to me. Leave, now."
Every word from the Uchiha man's mouth seemed filled to overflow with hatred.
Aoi was brokenhearted. She turned her now pitiful gaze to the child once more. Without the Sharingan they shared the same dark eyes.
"You're a lucky one, sister." She said to the little girl.
With that, she exited through the door and leaped away, never to be seen within the Uchiha Estate again.
The eldest of the two remaining sisters approached her father.
"Uchiha Sasuke," she began, attempting to adopt the look of determination her elder sister had worn mere minutes ago. "We are no longer Uchiha! Erase our names from your clan, like you did to mother!" Tears began to well up in her eyes. "Someday, someday…we will kill you."
In a swift, smooth motion, Sasuke swooped from his seat to her, his hand at her throat. His other hand still held his cup of tea, not a drop spilled from it. He smirked and took a sip. Then his eyes lowered level to hers, the terrible realm of the Mangekyo waiting for the girl in his grasp.
"You lack hatred."