Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Naruto. I do not own the plot of Naruto. This is written for pleasure, not profit.
Future pairings: OC + Gaara, Naruto + Sasuke, Sakura + Lee, Temari + Shikamaru, Kiba + Hinata, Ino + Choji, Kakashi + Iruka, OC + Itachi, Deidara + Sasori, and whatever else I might think of.
Warnings: Future swearing and violence.
Rating: T
Turbulent Beginnings
Sasuke stared at the girl in horror. His mother, Mikoto, looked at the girl with surprise. However, her expression quickly changed to hesitant happiness. "You have adopted this adorable little girl, Fugaku?" she smiled gently at Suki, who watched her nervously from behind Fugaku's legs.
"I have, Mikoto," Fugaku affirmed sternly. "As the head of this house I know it will be most prosperous to take this girl in and raise her as our own." Hearing how certain Fugaku was, Mikoto smiled wider and reached out to stroke Suki's dirty hair in comforting reassurance.
"This is ridiculous father!" Sasuke burst. Mikoto jumped and cast a startled gaze upon her normally well behaved son while Fugaku gave him a cold stare. Bravely Sasuke continued on, "You have two healthy sons of your blood! Why bring in an abandoned mutt of a child? She's nothing compared to us!"
Suki recoiled. Not because of Sasuke's words, but because the sound of the slap Fugaku placed on Sasuke's cheek sounded brutal. She watched sadly with slight confusion as Sasuke gingerly touched the raw skin. "She is your sister now. Soon she will be an Uchiha also. So learn to hold your tongue when you know nothing," Fugaku monotonely said. Sasuke shot Suki a final angry look before marching off.
"Come, Suki," Mikoto murmured, "let's get you cleaned up, darling."
"Why did Otousan strike Sasuke, Okasan?" Suki mumbled as Mikoto scrubbed her scalp.
Taken aback at being called 'mother' so easily by this new child, Mikoto paused. Trying to quickly recover, she wiggled her stalled fingers, "Well, Sasuke was disrespectful towards your father. We will not tolerate disrespect from any of you," she said gently.
Immediately picking up on her words, Suki whirled to face her. "That's right! Sasuke said you have two sons! Who is my other brother?"
Mikoto smiled. "Your eldest brother's name is Itachi. He's 13. He is quite the brilliant ninja."
Suki looked down into the murky water. Sad hazel eyes gazed back up at her.
Itachi ate his dinner with an air of indifference, occasionally stealing a glance at the child who had caused such uproar throughout the clan in such a short period of time. Sasuke glared at his food stubbornly. Mikoto tried to keep Fugaku in good spirits while Suki picked at her food.
"Suki, tomorrow you will go with your brothers to the training grounds. Itachi has already begun to teach Sasuke the basics, so you have lots of catching up to do," Fugaku started conversationally.
"Hai," Suki instantly replied, never taking her eyes offer her dinner.
"Hn," Itachi sighed as Sasuke exclaimed, "WHAT?" When Fugaku turned to look at his vocal son, Sasuke bit his lip but continued. "Girls never become ideal ninja. Why does she have to come with Itachi and me? She'll only get in the way."
Fugaku sighed. "Sasuke. All Uchiha are the best. Your sister will be a powerful, proud ninja." He glanced at Suki, who was still silently eating.
Sasuke turned in his chair to face her. "You are not an Uchiha. No matter what you do, you'll never be an Uchiha. Why don't you go back to wherever you came from?"
At the mention of where she came from, Suki's large eyes filled with tears. "I have no where…to return to. Excuse me!" Quickly pushing away from the table, Suki ran down the hall towards her new bedroom.
"Sasuke!" Mikoto softly admonished. While Fugaku glowered at his youngest son, Itachi silently excused himself and strolled down the hall in the direction Suki went.
Sasuke woke with a start. Sitting up in bed, he listened carefully. The night was quiet, with the exception of cricket song. He was about to dismiss his concern and lay back down when he heard again what had awoken him. A tiny sob. Throwing the covers back and standing, Sasuke quickly padded to his door and slid it open. Listening again, he realized that the cry came from the room beside his own. Confused, he moved for the door. The room was his father's storage room. Why was crying coming from in there? Carefully sliding the door open just enough to peek in, Sasuke's onyx eyes widened.
In one short day Fugaku transformed his storage room to a child's bedroom. A dainty vanity and writing desk rested by one wall, while a chest for clothing and a cot lay near the far wall. Beneath the pink covers on the cot lay a quivering form. Small sobs drifted through the air. Moon light drifted through the small room. Sasuke glanced to the sliding door on the opposite wall and saw it wide open, with Itachi sitting just outside. His back was to Sasuke.
"Don't go wasting your energy on something as insignificant as Sasuke not liking you," Itachi murmured.
The lump under the covers sniffled. "But Otousan promised we'd be a family! I know siblings quarrel, but he won't even give me a chance…"
"Suki…" Itachi sighed. He rose and moved quietly to the cot. Kneeling down, he placed his had atop the covers. Slowly they pulled back, revealing a tear stained face and puffy eyes. The corners of Itachi's eyes crinkled as he smiled faintly. "Give it time. We'll all be a happy family soon enough."
Sasuke felt nauseous. Everyone was so accepting of this girl and he was making her life hell. 'Tomorrow,' Sasuke silently promised. 'Tomorrow I'll try.'
