Intro: This is my first story, and probably not all that great, as I am forced to consult my friend for the majority of the language, since I read the American version. It is about the origin of the Uchiha clan, one of the most powerful clans in all the world. Hop on board, readers. I don't own Naruto.
p.s. constructive criticism is appreciated.
100 years ago.
A tiny baby lay on his mother's stomach, wrapped in a blue blanket. The baby had fine black hair on the crown of his head and a chubby, baby face. He was essentially a normal baby in all aspects, except for one thing. His eyes. They were a deep, ungodly onyx color, the kind of color that could draw you in and wrap in a suit of swaddling darkness and pain. They were eyes that would one day hold the greatest Kekkai Genkai the world had ever known. Of course, neither the boy nor his parents were to know that for years to come.
The boy's mother gently plucked him from her stomach, cradling him in her arms. The boy made small cooing noises, and reached for his mother, snuggling against her warm body. She smiled down at the boy, then at her husband.
"Oh, my little Jikiro…" she whispered. The boy quickly fell into a deep and restful sleep.
Ten years later.
"Come on Jikiro, you can do better than that!"
"I'll show you better, father!" Jikiro leapt at his much larger father and landed on his shoulders. The boy rammed an elbow into his father's neck, and the older man's legs buckled. He rose, and Jikiro said
"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!" Three extra Jikiro's emerged from thin air and charged the old man. One positioned itself behind the man and got down on all fours, facing away from the opponent. Another jumped onto the third's shoulders and leaped skyward. It tossed two kunais haphazardly at the older man. Modo, Jikiro's father, stepped backwards carelessly to avoid the kunai and tripped over the first clone. He let out a yelp as he fell and crashed to the dirt.
The real Jikiro appeared on his father's chest, holding another kunai, and he put it to the older man's throat, muttering,
"Dead," as he did so. Modo started to laugh to himself, when he looked into the boy's eyes. They were a crimson-red color. The laugh died within his throat, to be replaced with a gasp. The boy cocked his head, and looked at his father.
"What is wrong, father?"
"N-nothing son. I was just surprised you beat me, that's all." Jikiro laughed, got off his father, and ran inside the house, shouting,
"Mother, I beat father!" as he went.
Modo pulled himself off the ground slowly, thoughts blazing through his skull.
'What the hell was that? I've never seen anything like it. It looked my…no. It couldn't be. That doesn't make sense. Unless Ochiro hasn't told me something about her family. No, don't even think that. Ochiro would never hide anything from me…would she?"
Well boys and girls, that's where I'm going to end this chapter. I know it's very short, but I just wanted to introduce you to the main character. The next one will be quite a bit longer, will begin to provide the reasoning for why Jikiro's eyes transform, and what Ochiro may or may not be hiding from Modo. Until next time! Ja ne!