When Sara first woke up, all she could hear was the not-so-passive aggressive argument occurring between two men, with a very uncomfortable third being a sort of mediator.
"Humm, a custody battle. How cute." She mumbled to herself, still half asleep and cuddling herself into the warm fluffy pillows and soft blankets.
'Wait. Pillows?' She opened her eyes only to see a blindingly pristine white room, the smell of sanitizers hit her hard.
"Must have survived the fall, damn." Sighing disappointedly, she looked down at herself, IVs and heart monitor cords were lodged into her small bandaged arms. Why were her arms so small?
Everything rushed back to Sara so quickly, the blood, the corpses, her toddler body, her eyes, the buzzing. It was all too much for her, yes she had seen similar things in movies she had been in, but it never was real, the hell that she had seen is, and this made her scream.
Fugaku Uchiha had to go to many funerals as the clan head of the Uchiha, and many of them were for people he knew and loved, but none were as depressing as the funeral of Amaterasu Uchiha, the girl he grew up with, the one he had seen as a sister. Amaterasu had died in an ambush and he would have done anything to trade places with her so she could be safe and alive. When he was told they found her bandaged eyeless corpse he was beyond pissed, so it wasn't much of a surprise to anyone involved with the investigation when he tracked down the group of nuke-nin himself, with a team of Uchiha and other angry clans seeking retribution, and brought most of them relatively un-maimed in to the Torture and Interrogation Unit.
A week later he was informed his dearest friend had a baby girl with a Yamanaka while she was deployed for four years, the girl had been named Junko, and they found her half drowned two miles from the massacre with too many broken bones to count. The poor three year old had been put in the hospital due to a medically induced coma. So Fugaku immediately began to take the steps of adopting the orphaned toddler, but he had a problem. Inoichi Yamanaka.
Inoichi took great joy in interrogating and breaking the minds of the men that killed his uncle, Inoku Yamanaka, when Fugaku brought in the group with his team. Making the grown men cry in fear had become an extraordinarily bright part of his day, bringing the sweet taste of revenge to his lips. It took him two weeks to find out he had a three year old cousin named, the daughter of an Uchiha woman and Inoku, whom was in the hospital barley staying alive from chakra exhaustion. It barely took him and his wife and hour to agree upon adopting the girl and taking her into the head family, but he had a problem Fugaku Uchiha. Apparently the man had been a close companion to the child's mother, and too had taken it upon himself to take in the young girl into his family. And Inoichi wasn't just going to let him take the little girl.
Minato Namikaze didn't know what the first political dispute between clans would be when he became Hokage, and certainly didn't expect it would be an altercation over the custody of a toddler equidistant to both the Yamanaka and Uchiha. He could barely comprehend the argument of the two clan heads bickering and their wives passive-aggressively glaring at each other. He didn't even know Fugaku, the husband of his wife's best friend, could even get so livid and possessive over a child. Not even mentioning the utterly cold look of the Yamanaka clan head, Inoichi, when he glared down Fugaku.
"She belongs with the Yamanaka head family, she's my uncle's daughter."
"She's the daughter of My Best Friend. I'm not going to even let you think of taking her. She is a Uchiha, and will live with Mikoto, Itachi, and me."
"She certainly looks more like a Yamanaka than a Uchiha."
MInato laughed awkwardly, a thin layer of perspiration dripping down his face as he tried to make the two men come to a settlement. Every solution he had tried hadn't been enough to satisfy either party, and the overwhelming gloom of regret of not bringing his wife, Kushina Uzumaki, a crazy red-head with the temper of a volcano, to put them all in their place had become apparent. He really wished to be at home, cooking with his beautiful wife, rather than be in the hall next to a comatose toddler's room, dealing with the paperwork and politically aggravating dispute between them. Minato sighed, looking to the left of Fugaku was his son, Itachi. A strange mixture of concern and emotionlessness spread across his tiny tired face as he looked up at his glaring mother, waiting patiently for her to say something.
A blood curdling scream erupted from the girl's hospital room, causing everyone within the vicinity to jump, but little Itachi was the first to run to the aid of the small blonde. Rushing to the door of the room and slamming it open, only to be greeted by a wall of scorching black flame jumping out to burn him. Only narrowly missing getting burnt due to Mikoto pulling him back, her red eyes blazing with the tomoe of the Sharingan. A small messy long blonde haired toddler rushed out from the wall of flames, red eyes blazing in a pinwheel formation as her short arms threw a flaming metal tray at Inochi.
The said man simply side stepped as the burning tray slammed against the wall, staring blankly at the rampaging child, trying to analize her strange actions. Minato quickly grabbed a hold of the child, gripping her small frame from behind her and scooping her up, only to be stabbed in the leg by a shiny metal scalpel, the clan head didn't even flinch as she did it, and simply grabbed a hold of her hands before she could try to stab him again.
"She has the Mangekyou Sharingan. " Fugaku said, everything clicking into place as he realized something. "The Eternal Mangekyou. Amaterasu gave her eyes'."