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Life of the different. Prologue:

Konoha hospital, Konoha, The Naruto-verse

The nurse picked up the crying baby girl before her to give to the mother. When she did so, she felt small lumps on the child's head and bottom. Feeling these made her jump and drop the baby, but the amazing thing was that she landed on all fours, before falling over again. She was a pale baby, with deep opal eyes and dark blue hair. Without the strange lumps she would be like any other Uchiha baby. The mother of the child picked her up and felt the lumps as well. Is that, fur? She looked at the baby, worried, and decided not to tell the father. He was a strict man, and did not take kindly to anything out of the ordinary, but he was kind at heart. That's why she loved him. She shook it off and said, 'I hereby name you Kyra' and with that she yawned and fell asleep, still cradling the strange child in her arms.

Chapter 1:

Konoha nursery, 3 years later

I was cornered, nowhere to go. "Freak!" I heard someone shout. My stubby tail twitched at the word. Freak. That's all I've ever been to them. A nameless freak. Even my own clan calls me that when they think I can't hear. My name's Kyra Uchiha, I'm three years old, and I'm a freak. I have a tail you see. It's pretty small and undeveloped, but a tail nonetheless. My Uchiha surname helps me a bit I guess, the adults feel they should be carful what they say, but apart from that I'm the lowest of the low. People look at me like I'm some kind of monster, when I'm not. I know I'm not. The first time I heard that word I asked my Mummy what it meant. I was two. All she did was look down with tears in her eyes and gave me a hug. She knew what it meant, but wouldn't say. So I went to one of the older children and asked them. They laughed. 'It means monster, idiot. It means no-one wants you around!' Tears filled my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. I started running as fast as I could away from them (which wasn't very fast) and before I knew it I had fallen. When I landed (on my feet, as usual) I found I had fallen down some kind of hole in the ground leading into a tunnel. I followed the tunnel into a room. There was a ladder at one end leading up to the hollow of a tree. The room itself was pretty small, but I would be safe there. I could be alone. It was my safe room.

A pain in my arm brought me back to the present. One of the boys had hit me, hard. I glared at them, tears stinging my eyes once again. "W-which one of you hit me?" I stammered. I must have looked pathetic to them. A three year old trying to stand up to a bunch of seven year old boys, but I didn't care, I'd been training in my safe room. They weren't going to get away this time. All of them laughed at me. All but one. I recognised him, the one who didn't laugh. He was an Uchiha, older than the other boys, and he wore a ninja headband. My daddy loved him. I think he called him 'the Uchiha pro-di-gy' whatever that is. What was he doing in a gang of bullies? Never mind, I was going to take these guys down, hopefully anyway. Well, maybe just give them a couple of bruises, or get away conscious? Hmm. Oh well, it was worth a try. I started by channelling ca- no, that's not right, chat- no, chakra! I summoned my chakra to my feet. Speed was key. My chakra control wasn't perfect, but it was okay. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Got it! My opal eyes snapped open and I ran at the boy closest to me, surprising him. When I got close enough to hit him I dodged around the back of him and hit him where it hurts. He fell to the ground, groaning. Two of the other boys looked shocked, but then they looked up and glared at me. Oh no I thought before a fist came flying at me, holding a kunai. I barely dodged in time, and the kunai just cut my cheek. The boy with the knife skidded into a wall and the other boy laughed. "Ha ha, you got outsmarted by a three year old girl," as the boy laughed I took my chance. I sprung up off the ground (geez I wish I could do flips) and came down with my leg poised for an aerial attack. I was centimetres before the boy's head when something stopped me. It was the Uchiha. He grabbed my leg and used my own force to slam me down on the ground. "O-o-ow" I was crying again.

"Not bad, kid," the Uchiha boy said, and he walked away. He left me lying there tears streaming down my face. I did not like that boy, but he didn't use the word. He didn't call me a freak. He had gained my respect as an enemy, nothing else. The others in the group glared at me momentarily before quickly scurrying after him like a bunch of scared puppies. The sun was starting to set. I should probably go home I thought. So I wandered out of the nursery playground, back to the Uchiha village.

It was dark when I got back. My house was at the front of the estate so I could see it straight away. For some reason, the lights weren't on, and my mummy and daddy always stayed up way after dark. It was weird. I went inside. "Daddy I-" I was taken aback with shock. My mummy and daddy tied up in chairs, blood splattered on their hair, faces, clothes. It was everywhere. I tried to run towards them, but a strong hand held me back. I started crying for the third time today. Taking down bullies is one thing, but these were full blown ninja. I was helpless. A dark figure came out of the shadows. He took a kunai to my daddy's throat. "This is what happens to freaks!" The man shouted, and he slit my daddy's throat. Dead.

"DADDY!" I screamed.

I wanted to look away, but the ninja holding me kept my head looking forward so I squeezed my eyes shut. I loved my parents. They were kind to me. They were the only ones that considered me anything but a monster, and they accepted me for who I am. Daddy was strict at times, and he was not afraid to tell me off if I did something wrong, but I knew he loved me at heart. He saved me from bullies more than a few times when he was not away working. He was a ninja, so he was away quite often, but I didn't mind. He first told me he was a ninja when I went to train in my little room, and he told me a few techniques to remember. I looked up to him, and I didn't want him to be dead. Not yet. Then there was my mummy. She was beautiful. Her long, dark hair was always immaculate, and her Opal eyes shimmered in the light. But the most beautiful thing about her was her smile. I didn't want to think about what it would be like never seeing that smile again. It just seemed to make everything all right. Mummy was always so kind to me, kind like no one else was. Mummy and daddy were my only friends. I couldn't just let them die. My tail grew longer; my ears to a point, and my eyes snapped open. I felt different. I could see everything. I could notice the tiniest movement of a fly. The man holding me looked shocked. I struggled against his grip, and he aimed a punch at my face. I noticed the man's muscle twitch before he even moved. It was amazing. I blocked the punch with both arms, and the force sent me flying out of the man's grip. I saw the man pull a kunai out of his pouch, and as he did so I sent the little chakra I had left after the fight earlier to my feet, ready to dodge. As the man threw the kunai, I darted forward and to the side, the kunai missed and hit the wall behind me. I swear I wasn't this fast before. I sped towards the man, ready for a kick. He couldn't dodge quickly enough, and it connected, but it was weak, very weak. The man flinched, but apart from that he was fine.

The shadowed man spoke. "You idiot, leave and don't get in my way"

The man I hit looked confused, but he did what the murderer said and left through the open window. I ignored him. The murderer had his bloody kunai at my mummy's throat now, and she looked scared. Her mouth gagged, hair matted with her and Daddy's blood. I had never seen her like this. It was like a nightmare. "Don't move or I'll kill her," he said. I stopped for a second, going over what he said. I knew that if I waited long enough he would just kill her anyway so I lunged at him. I dodged at the last second like I did with that bully, but the murderer saw it coming. He turned around before I could even position myself for a kick, and punched me in the stomach. I saw the muscles move, I saw every detail of the punch, but I wasn't fast enough to block it. I went crashing into the wall. I gasped for breath and I saw the man pick up his kunai once again. He held it to mummy's throat. He was going to kill her. His eyes had turned red and he had four pupils. He looked like some kind of demon. My ears and tail shrunk back to their original state and my vision went back to normal. That was it. I was out of chakra. My daddy was dead and my mummy was doomed. I looked up at the man and my mummy.

"The Sharingan won't help you if you lack the speed to use it," and with those words he slit my mummy's throat, just like he did daddy's. Her eyes widened before she slumped in her chair. Dead. Both of them. Dead. My mummy and daddy were dead, and I would probably follow in their footsteps. I would be murdered by a man just because of what I am, what I believe in. but I would be alone, and no one would care about my death. The only two people that did are dead. No one would fight for me. I should just accept defeat and cry. No, I thought. I wouldn't give up and I wouldn't cry. Not again. "I'll kill you," I murmured. The shadowed man looked around, his eyes back to normal.

"Hm?" he had let down his guard.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" I shouted at him. I may have been out of chakra, but I wasn't down yet. I threw a feeble punch at his face, and as he raised his arms to block the punch, I threw a kick at his stomach. It connected, but only with his arm. This guy was fast, to fast for me to ever have a chance of defeating him. I heard shouts of ninja, and I looked up in confusion. They must have heard the fight. "HELP" I shouted. That was a mistake. The murderer covered my mouth and stabbed me in the chest. He said, "I've done this village a great service, eliminating you," and he left. The last thing I remember was around six ninjas bursting in. one, a man with leaning spiked white hair, came up to me and picked me up. He ran at the room and seemed to start flying. After that, there was only darkness.

I woke up to the sound of beeping machines and worried voices. I didn't know them.

"What do we do with her if she wakes up, do we put her with her clan?" a female voice said.

"I don't know, will her clan even take her? I mean, she is a freak after all." The second voice was male. I did not like that voice. I heard the door open and someone walked in.

"Lord Hokage," the two said at the same time. This Guy sounded important, so I carried on listening.

"The girl, her parents were killed, as I'm sure you've heard. We were wondering where to put her. Perhaps you have an opinion on the matter?" Only the man's voice spoke this time. So that wasn't just a nightmare, huh. Why don't they just give me to another of my clan? I thought. But I knew the answer to that. My clan wouldn't take me, because I was different. I was a freak, and my clan could not accept that I was one of them. Great.

I was lost in my thoughts when a third voice, which was probably the 'lord ho-ka-ge', spoke.

"We will put her in the orphanage and tell the Uchiha clan of her situation. With any luck she will be adopted," He said, and with that, the group left the room. I opened my eyes and was met by a blinding wall of white. I squinted at the bright wall and tried to sit up, but when I did I felt a great pain in my chest. I gasped loudly and coughed, which only made the pain worse. Ugh, I forgot I'd been stabbed. I slowly tilted my head down to see the wound. To my surprise there was no blood, only clean bandages. I groaned and slowly leant backwards onto my pillow. My gasp seemed to have attracted some attention, and a female nurse walked in. I presumed it was the one from earlier. When she saw it was me in pain, she took a step back. She was scared. The Uchiha name was intimidating enough without ears and a tail. Oh well. The nurse took a deep breath and slowly walked up to me, like I was some bear cub she was trying not to spook. She really didn't know how to go about this. When she reached my bed she asked if I was ok. When I tried to speak my words only came out as a violent coughing fit. She went to grab a bottle of a disgusting drink, which she called medicine. But the medicine I was used too was sweet and it tasted like Christmas trees. This was not the medicine I was used to. I drank it anyway and the pain dulled a little. I tried to speak again.

"Can I have some water please?" I croaked. The nurse could barely hear me, but she was glad to go and get the water. I could tell she didn't want to be near me. I frowned. Not even doctors and nurses wanted to help me, and they helped everyone. If the world hates me, I'll hate it back, I thought. I decided to become a real ninja, and once I did, the world would fear me for good reason. I decided I'd become the monster they believed I was, but first, I needed to know the date.

" Um, excuse me, could you tell me the date today please, and how long I've been asleep" I asked politely.

"th-the date?" the nurse stuttered "It's the 16th of June, you've been asleep for a week"

"Oh," I said "when can I go and train again?" the nurse was surprised by this statement. I had scared her, even more than she was scared already.

"t-t-train? W-well, I wouldn't do any t-training for at least another week or so, if I were you" the nurse was worried I'd get angry, I could get her to do anything I wanted. But that would be mean so I let her go. She didn't call me a freak, so she didn't deserve that uncomfortable situation.

"Oh, Ok. You can go now," I said. The nurse gave me a brief, but genuine, smile before leaving the room. I couldn't return that smile though. My parents were dead and no one liked me. I couldn't smile. If I'm not allowed out for another week, I might as well spend the time brushing up on my ninja knowledge, I thought, but first I needed to get some rest. Nearly getting murdered really takes it out of you. I yawned and went to sleep. Maybe I'd wake up and every thing would be better. Maybe this all would have been a long, long nightmare.

The next morning a nurse came in with that horrid liquid I'd had the day before. Not a nightmare then. I frowned when I saw there was no normal food on the tray. There were just a few bottles of gross sludge. The nurse stayed silent and glared at me as he put the tray down. By the way he looked at me I guessed he was the man that called me a freak last night, I did not like him. That look told me he would have liked it better if I had died. I didn't want to speak to him, but I needed a book on chakra and other ninja stuff, and there was no one else in the room.

" I need a book," I said, bluntly. The man looked up from organising the trays.

"huh?" he said. I gulped down the contents of the bottles before answering. Most of it, apart from the medicine, was tasteless.

"I need a book on ninja, can you get me one?" I replied simply. I was not in the mood for conversation, especially with this guy. He smiled, but it wasn't a kind smile. It was a mean smile, the one I'd seen in so many bullies.

"We don't give out books like that to baby monsters, I'm so-," he was interrupted by the opening of the door. A man in a big red and white hat and a long white coat came in to the room. "L-lord Hokage!" the nurse was surprised by his appearance and he bowed his head. So this was the lord Hokage. He must have been important. When he spoke the night before the two nurses just accepted his answer, no questions asked. He should be able to get me a book.

"Excuse me sir, can you tell this man that I am not a baby and I would like a book on ninja please?" I asked, a little over politely really. The Hokage smiled

"Ah, a budding young ninja are we? Well then, I'll see to it that you'll get a book suited for your age group. Unless you'd like something a little more in depth?" the lord Hokage spoke to me like I was any other three-year old girl, not like some freak or monster he should be scared of, but his eyes were uncertain, like they were looking for a reason I was like this. Almost like they were looking for a reason I survived, and my parents didn't. Almost like his eyes were blaming me for my parents death. I looked out of the window.

"I don't want a picture book if that's what you're asking. My mummy said I have a reading age of six, if that helps," the lord Hokage's smile drooped slightly at this answer, but he shook it off. He turned to the nurse.

"Please can you get this young girl a book on ninja from the hospital library, and refrain from offending your patients in the future. Thank you," and with that, he left. The nurse grumpily followed his orders, and apologised before leaving the room to go get my book. I didn't like the way the Hokage was looking at me. He may not have meant to, but I felt like he was blaming me for the death of my parents. Maybe I was the reason, maybe I wasn't. All I knew was that the man that killed them was a coward. He couldn't even manage to kill me properly. The nurse came back in to the room with a large black and white book. It looked about one hundred pages, maybe a few more. I didn't really know how to count higher than that. I thanked the man and took the book from him. He left quickly and silently as I began reading. The book didn't have many pictures, and the writing was quite small, but I read the words I knew and worked out the meaning of some of the others from what was around them. I studied the few diagrams hard and reread a few chapters to make sure I remembered them. By nightfall I had leant around twenty new words, strengthened my knowledge of chakra. I learnt about ninjutsu, genjutsu and taijutsu and I read a brief mention of this thing called a kek-kei-gen-kai, but it didn't really tell me what it was. Apart from the mysterious word 'kekkei genkai' nothing in the book could really explain what happened on that night. I doubted my ears and tail would be explained, but the guy's red eyes, and me suddenly being able to see every movement? That had to be written down somewhere, right? I knew what I needed to do tomorrow. I would find a book on 'kekkei genkais' and look up what that man said just before he killed mummy. Sharingan. What was it, what that why I could see those movements? I didn't know, but I did know I was tired. The more I slept, the quicker I healed, and the quicker I healed, the quicker I could become a ninja. I would give them a reason to fear me, respect me, and every one would know my name.

I dreamt that night of my parents. The memories of their death still fresh in my mind. I dreamt of saving them, me beating their murderer to the ground, and I dreamt of their horrified faces. The victorious dream quickly turned to a lonely nightmare. In the dream my parents were scared. I did just take down a powerful ninja. They locked me up in a dark room and the dream ended with the shutting of the door. I woke up. I thought of my parents' horrified faces in the dream. Maybe I shouldn't become a cold-blooded monster. I looked up to the sky. They wouldn't have wanted that, I thought, but I will become a ninja and beat up those bullies once and for all. The door opened and the shy nurse came in with my 'breakfast' of cold tasteless sludge and that horrid medicine, again. I didn't mind this nurse, because I could ask her to do stuff and she would do what I asked.

"Could you get me a book on k… ke… kek-kei-gen-kai, please? Reading age seven would be good," the nurse looked like a bunny rabbit in a bright light when I said that. I think the right word would be startled. She seemed to be deep in thought about how to act around me when I spoke. When she snapped out of it she said

"O-of course," and she hurried out of the room to get it. I waited patiently until she came back with a book, about the same size as the other one, but red and black this time.

"I-I-I couldn't find an age s-seven book on k-kekkei genkais, but I found an a-a-age ten book… if that's alright?" this nurse got too worried over little things, and I was starting to loose my patience.

"That'll be fine. You can leave," I said bluntly as I took the book from her hands. I opened the first page and stared at the bland writing. I was used to large, clear lettering filling a page, but these words were small in comparison. There were very few pictures and diagrams, about one every four or five pages. This was going to be… interesting? I read the first sentence.

'Kekkei genkai (Literally meaning "a technique limited to inheritance by blood" or "Bloodline Limit") are abilities passed down genetically within specific clans.'

… You wha? A dumbed down translation:

Kekkei genkai means 'style stuck to family'. They are passed down through a few families.

OK. Now I kind of know what that means, lets read the rest of it. It took me longer to read this book. The diagrams every four or five pages showed what the different Kekkei Genkais looked like when being used. Once I'd finally finished reading the first chapter (an introduction to Kekkei Genkais, this took me about one and a half, maybe two hours,) I decided I'd just flip through and find the picture of the red eye with four pupils. That was what I was looking for. After about a minute of flicking through page after page, I found it. I looked from the diagram of the demonic eye to the title of the page, and the name of the Kekkei Genkai. It was the sharingan. Sharingan. That was what the murderer said I had, the sharingan. I read the description as quickly as possible, which wasn't as quick as I'd hoped after reading that whole first chapter. It said:

'the sharingan enhances the user's vision. The movement speed of the eye increases by a massive amount, helping the user see the tiniest detail, such as a muscle twitch. It is a Kekkei Genkai to the Uchiha clan and is usually developed after some sort of mental trauma around the age of twelve.'

The Uchiha clan? That can't be right. My parents were Uchiha, were they killed by their family because of me? These thoughts raced through my mind as I slowly made sense of that one short paragraph. The book said that it's normally developed around the age of twelve; did that night really awaken something that powerful? Whoa. I was the cause of my parents' death, because I was a freak, and I could've been 'dangerous'. As far as I knew, the murderer, or any of the Uchiha had any particular reason to harm my parents. The only reason they were killed was because they dirtied the Uchiha name by being parents to a freak. The murderer didn't even finish the job, I should be dead right now. These were dark thoughts for three year old as I sat there in my hospital bed, alone. But I couldn't help it. I did witness my parents' murder after all…

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

"I killed the parents, but the child is still alive, sir." The cloaked man said as he waltzed into the room and knelt before his master.

"YOU WHAT? That wass the whole point of thiss plan, idiot. Did you assessss her abilities?" The figure spoke extravagantly, over pronouncing each letter for a dramatic effect. The hiss on his Ss sent shivers down his subjects' spines.

"y-yes sir. She… u-u-unlocked th-the sharingan, s-sir," the man stammered as he feared for his life in that small dark room.

"IDIOT! WE WERE SSUPPOSSSED TO ELIMINATE THE CHILD, NOT MAKE HER SSTRONGER!" The figure shouted at the man, making him whimper in fear. Somehow the silence thickened as the figure stood up and advanced on the cloaked man. He drew out a long steel katana, and was about to strike when a boy of twelve stepped out of the shadows.

"master, if I may, I have a suggestion of how we could make use of this girl…"

aaaand, BOOM! Finally finished first chapter of my first ever Fanfiction. WHOO! =-D. sorry about the cliff hanger, but I so wanted to upload this chapter and I think it adds just the right amount of suspense, don't you? I'm hoping to have the next chapter up in about 19 days from now (17/07/16) but don't hold your breath cause it'll probably take until the 24th of july. Please leave positive comments below and tell me how I could improve, but please don't just me mean cause, ya know, that's mean! Anyway, thanks for reading my first fanfic chapter and I hope you will read the next chapter. SEE YA!