Ever since I was eight I knew I had to do this. Ever since the day he killed everyone and I decided I would restore our clan. Of course when I was eight had no idea of what restoring the clan would mean. When I found out what the only way to do that was, I still didn't think much of it. Then my daughter was born.
Her mother was disgusted when she found out what would happen to her. I got to keep my daughter but I never saw my wife again. The last words she said to me still ring out in my mind. "Restore your precious Uchiha clan, use your own daughter as a pawn but let whatever happens to either of us after today be on your head."
We've lived in peace until today. Naturally she's been curious about her lack of a family but it wasn't until a few years ago, when she noticed an old scroll with Uchiha family tree on it down in the basement that I had to tell her truth about our history.
"Who's Uncle Itachi?" she muttered to herself while reading the scroll.
"A monster, he's the reason you have no family besides me." I responded without thinking. If I ever got around to telling her about Itachi I had hoped to use a little more tact than that.
"You mean he killed them?" She breathed slowly, most likely from shock.
"Every Uchiha except me." I replied bitterly.
"What about Mother? Did he kill her too?" She asked nervously.
I turned to face her and gave her a sad smile.
"No, but it is because he killed our clan that your mother left us." I whispered as I pulled her into my arms.
"You are going to help me restore our clan, little one, but the method that we have to use is very vulgar. Your mother didn't agree with it so she left, and I must admit that if this weren't the only way to restore our clan, I wouldn't agree with it either." I held her tighter as I spoke.
"Father, if it restores our clan and if it's the reason I was born then, no matter how vulgar it is, it's a good thing right?" She said quietly.
Today is hell. I can hear her crying in her room. She knows she's 'ready' today and that if we don't try soon we will have to wait. The longer we wait the more it hurts. I can only pray she has a girl so she won't have to go through this again, I'd rather it be me than her.
I can feel tears running down my cheeks and tried to stop them. I never would have cried before, the thought of what I'm about to do has made me soft. For no apparent reason I throw the back of my head against the wall I am sitting against and yell, "Is this what you wanted you sick bastard?" Hopelessly whishing my voice would reach my brother.
I can hear her coming closer to the room; she must be ready to get this over with. I force the tears to stop and listen to her footsteps. I momentarily think of telling her to forget it, that this one dream I can let die but then flashbacks of my parent's deaths enter my mind. No, this is the right thing to do. It is my duty; I only hope that she'll forgive me.
"Father may I come in?" She asks as she knocks on the door.
When I let her in she lies down on the bed and gives me a sad smile. I close my eyes then straddle her and return the smile.
"Father I'm scared." She whispers to me.
"I know. I'm scared too, little one." I whisper back.
Her green eyes begin to water and she takes a deep breath. I kiss her cheek and look down at her, feeling my eyes begin to water slightly.
"Please forgive me."