This is a OC x Sasuke fanfic rewrite. Sakura doesn't exist, not because I hate her, but because I could not rewrite her in a way I liked without just making her the focal point or changing her completely. This Oc will be in Sakura's place but will be much more fleshed out. It will follow the main Canon storyline pretty well, but some changes will be made.

Also, this is inspired by the fic dreaming of Sunshine by Silver queen. That fic is amazing and you should definitely read it because It's better than anything I could hope to produce.

Anyways, comments and criticism are always appreciated, enjoy!

A ninja lives to serve their village. They do what must be done, carry out their orders, and always finish the mission. In an age where war and conflicts are what society was built upon, there was a never-ending need for shinobi. Conflicts arose no matter the era, and tragedy always found its way to nearly every village.

The nine tails attack, the Uchiha massacre, both were quick but devastating tragedies. But others, they were more lengthy. Like a slow poison, they struck the shinobi world over time. Things like the shinobi wars, or the gradual extermination of the Vaswani clan.

The Vaswani was unlike other clans in the Leaf village or any village for that matter. Their clan's origins can be traced back to nations far away from Shinobi reach. But they found their way in and settled in the leaf village after it was founded by the first Hokage, Hashirama Senju. However, they were feared for their power. They had control over chakra that surpassed every other clan. Their members always performed the best jutsu and the most believable genjutsu. Their medical Ninja's performance was showing great promise, but the clan didn't last long enough to prove their worth in that field. The clan stayed true to their origins, teaching their young their native tongue and literature, but this just made them look like outsiders. They were hunted down to extinction, gradually, of course. If word got out that a Vaswani ninja was on a mission, then hunters would do whatever it took to take the ninja down. Over the years, many of the clan's strongest fell to these hunters. The leaf was no longer safe for them, as its security was being compromised by assassins targeting the Vaswani.

Those who fled the village were picked off like worms to a bird. Those who stayed fell to death's grasp as well, and five years after the Ninetails attack, a planned assassination wiped out the remaining Vaswani.

All, but one. Satya Vaswani, the sole surviving member of the Vaswani clan. She was five when her clan was ripped from her, her heritage slipped through her fingers, and her loved ones drifted off without her.

It was sheer luck that she lived. She had fallen asleep in a hiding spot in her house. The screams of her family were what woke her, and she came down to a horrible sight. She had no one to pin the blame on. The leaf never found the assassins. They knew it was more than one because no one person could infiltrate the leaf and perform such swift and clean Assassinations back to back and escape in time.

But she did not grow to swear vengeance, she swore protection. She swore not to let a single person close to her die again. She wanted to make sure that the village was protected, that all those she cared about were protected. She would never feel the pain of loss again, not on her life.

Three years after the Vaswani extermination, the Uchiha massacre took place. One child was sparred, and he became one of two Uchiha left alive.

The nine tails attack, the Vaswani extermination, and the Uchiha massacre. Three tragedies. Three children left behind, forever impacted by these events. One swore to lead the village to new heights. Another swore to protect all those she cared for, and one swore vengeance on the Uchiha's killer.

It was really fated for their paths to intertwine. But would they be friends, or foes? Or maybe both? Perhaps it was more, and perhaps it was also less.

Three children, three scarred children without families, each with their own motives and goals.

How it all unfolded, well that's quite a tale.

Quite a tale indeed.