My Name Is Uchiha Sakuya

Summary: What if a girl somehow ended up being reborn in another world as Uchiha Sasuke's twin sister? Will she find a way to survive the impending massacre and change her future or will she die leaving history to unfold by itself?

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto but my OC is mine. This is not a self-insert.

Chapter 1 - Rebirth

I was in a warm comforting darkness. It was soothing. Calming even. I felt like I could just sleep in there forever without any worry.

That place was relief. I like to think that it was heaven. It sure felt that way. I actually thought it was, all things considered.

The pain and fear was washed away by the dark nothing that promised only reprieve. Reprieve from the cruel truth and sudden destruction of everything I knew.

It was so sudden - so fast.

I realized bitterly amidst the pain and the fading consciousness that it was all over. Everything I ever know...gone in the blink of an eye. My peaceful slumber helped me ease the pain away and just sleep.

But then, that dark safe haven started changing. There was light and I was being rejected. I didn't want to leave that comfort in favor of the imposing light.

I was aware that it was an exit and something was at the other end. But, I didn't want to leave my safe place. I don't quite understand yet but I was scared of that light. It reminded me of horrible things. The muffled screams I could glean from the other side didn't help boost my confidence.

I know blinding brightness. I know mind-numbing pain that tore through nerve and bone and crusting flesh. I know fear and pain and loss.

My mind rationalized that it was probably trauma. I was being paranoid associating anything bright with that horrible fire.

I just want to stay in here and hide from the world forever. Was that too much to ask?

There was someone else with me. It was a constant companion in that dark place that kept me from feeling alone. It had been a comforting presence even if I didn't actually see or talk to whoever it was. But now, he was leaving me in his hurry to the light.

It made me sad, upset. I felt betrayed that he was leaving me. He was supposed to be my companion, my comfort. I wanted to go out just to grab him back into our safe place.

But, I still resisted. I didn't want to go out and see the world. I was too scared of the pain and the horror or everything crashing and burning all around me. I mean that both literally and figuratively.

I was stubbornly resisting the purge. Why would I want to leave heaven to begin with? Why would heaven push me out? Wasn't this supposed to protect me forever? This isn't what I was taught as a child.

God is good. All the time. God loves all.

If those are true, then, why is He kicking me out of heaven? Did I do something wrong? A-Am I judged unworthy and being thrown into hell?

No! Please, let me stay! Please don't forsake me!

Judgment came as something strong and unrelenting grabbed my leg. I cried and braced myself for my fate.

It was an odd creepy squeezing sensation that shocked me into silence. No amount of whining could ever explained the bizarre feeling. I didn't move and hoped that whatever horror was to come would come swiftly, even if I knew that was wishful thinking.

There was cold and pain. The sensation of being exposed and weak and unable to move frightened me. Everything hurt. It was like all the tolerance to pain I built up in my life took a 180 and became pain sensitivity.

Something pulled at me, weighing heavily. It was as if something was draining me of my vitality. I felt a sharp stab in my gut that gave way to a metal smell that I swear was my blood. I couldn't make a sound. I was too scared as all the horrible traumatizing activity about me commenced.

Everything was a vague blur of darkness and light and curious large shapes that moved about me. Noise was intelligible and oozed a sense of panic.

Then, there was the asphyxia. I felt like I was drowning. There was something all around me. It wasn't quite water but I was drowning in it. It was an overwhelming sort of invasive thing that I couldn't identify. It was snaking all around me and within my weak unresponsive body.

It was like fire but not burning. I'd know how that feels like. But, it was warm and electrifying all the same. I felt like I was doping and swimming in coffee all at the same time.

There was panic and overreaction. I wanted to scream. I was on fire!

But, I couldn't. I was more focused on the gagging and the conscious effort if trying to push the something out with my mind. For some unknown reason, It seemed to be working. But, at the same time, it was making me feel weaker and colder.

I felt the something come creeping back by force when I grew too weak to keep it out. I didn't have the strength to keep conscious as they came back. I did notice one thing before passing out though. I was still breathing.

It soon became embarrassingly clear to me how I overreacted. I was not in any way thrown out of heaven. I was reborn, obviously, as I am currently a baby.

I was more or less blind to everything. I could only identify the contrast between light or dark and the vague outlines of objects. I preferred the dark and cringed from the bright stuff. It sucked that most of what I saw where blinding white colors.

But, I could also hear. I heard very well. I was able to figure out that I was in a hospital, that I was in need of treatment, and that every single one of the nurses spoke in Japanese.

I was suddenly relieved that I watched as many animes as I did as subbed because it was very helpful now.

It came to me as a surprise when I finally pieced together the clues. I was reborn to a Japanese couple. I didn't know how to feel.

I'm Catholic. I was taught about heaven and hell, not the ring of transmigration. Wasn't that Indian or something? In that case, I'm kind of glad I didn't end up as an ant or plant.

I'm not going to lie and say that I was a devout follower that went to church every Sunday and all that. Because I'll be honest. I didn't. Not for a long time now.

But, I did believe in the existence of a higher existence beyond our comprehension. For all the scientific explanations made about how the world came to be, nothing answered the most important questions.

Who started the natural processes? Who designed them? Who set things in motion?

God, obviously.

I believed in God. I believed in Jesus and His sacrifice and how humanity was saved from sin. I also believed that we were born with free will as the ultimate test as well as the ultimate freedom. While the hands of fate did exist, we all knew how to chose our own destiny.

But, seeing as my Catholic faith didn't prepare me for this, I still felt put out.

This Indian or whatever thing went and happened to me and I don't have enough context to work with. I'm not really sure where reincarnation first came from. The only other religions I ever had interest in reading about were the stuff that seemed like fiction works. Myth and all that.

This doesn't come to me as anything close to heaven or whatever the afterlife looks like. It could still be hell though. This mind-numbing boredom and immobility might just be my punishment for accomplishing absolutely nothing in my life.

This must be some cosmic hiccup. I like to think that I was just forgotten as one of the little redundant souls amongst the many other people that die in a minute. The unlucky one that slipped through the cracks and got shrugged at. After all, in reincarnation, I'm not supposed to remember my past life, right?

It was sad to think that way. Depressing even. But, the alternate explanation was that someone up there hates me and that would've been worse for my already frail self-esteem. So, I'm taking the first explanation.

With all the philosophical stuff out of the way, my mind started lingering on my current state of affairs. I impressed myself with my line of thinking. I think I developed a bit of respect for babies now. Being a newborn sucks.

I felt like I was paralyzed from head to foot and barely had a clue about my surroundings. Even the intelligible baby talk of the nurses was starting to get to me. I was just glad that I had my moments of peace to just sleep.

My hearing was super acute. It helped calm me when I recognized what was what. I was even able to identify people by their breathing and footsteps with relative mental labels like Nurse # 1 and so on. I found that I could gather information that way.

The nurses talked a lot. They were a wealth of knowledge.

I learned from them that my name was Sakuya. It was a nice name. I approve. But, I get the strange feeling that the name came in late. I mean, no one called me that at least until I started consciously breathing normally. That took a while.

I also learned that I have a twin. That part, I already figured from how I was born. But, it was still amusing to learn that he was a boy. He was born perfectly healthy and was already in the care of our new mother. So, it explained why he wasn't with me.

It was a bit lonely seeing as he was my twin. He was my companion. My other half. I felt that he should stay with me like before. Let me feel safe again. But, I was mature enough to let that slide.

What I thought was heaven was actually a woman's womb. How embarrassing. And the light had been... Uck. Erasing that from my memory, now. Why did I have to be conscious enough to remember that? It was horrible. HORRIBLE!

My neonatal blindness eventually cleared up enough for me to discern that I was in an incubator of some kind. There were white figures constantly moving about me. I presumed they were the nurses. I could see them better in time.

More than once, one of them would come over to force that weird something into me somehow. At first, I cried about it - a lot. It was the only response I was capable of making so it was what I did.

Eventually, I understood that keeping that something inside me, even if weird, was important and that it wouldn't drown me. I think it was air. Of all things that I could've been afraid of, it was air.

How pathetic was that?

The air wasn't the issue. Though, a part of my mind protested that it was.

My mind. That was the problem.

I was being overly conscious of the odd something floating about everywhere that I was hurting myself.

It feels weird but I've long since learned that forcing it out of me is bad news. I think I almost died enough times to warrant a lifetime of hospital arrest.

I thought my death was a nightmare followed by this. Someone is probably laughing at me somewhere because they were both real.

To breathe, I had to learn how to consciously ignore it. It was still a discomfort but I'd get used to it eventually. What the hell. It was probably pollution. I'll be honest. Now that I'm letting it in, I feel like I'm constantly bordering on being high.

Heh. I guess the activists were spot on about the negative effects of air pollution on the young. I hope I didn't get some congenital lung disease over this.

I spent most of my time being bored out of my mind. The boredom was mind-numbing. It felt forever to me but I get the feeling that it was only a few months, heck, maybe just a few weeks since I was first reborn.

I will admit that, in my last life, I was a spoiled child...to a degree. I didn't leave home much unless prompted and preferred to stay in front of my laptop. I liked reading and watching. Most of the time, it's anime because I'm a die hard otaku. I don't even watch TV save for the news program.

My family always teased me and said that I was addicted. I don't deny it. I loved me my literature, internet, and slothful lifestyle. The only troubles I ever had involved schoolwork and my friends' random drama.

Now, I only have the last one and I feel like screaming because of it.

But, before that, there's still this doubt nagging in me that makes me wonder if I really am in Japan. We can't be in Tokyo or any other city. Sure, I'm in a hospital but the stunning lack of heavy machinery troubles me.

No hospital, even when under on funds, would have so little access to life-sustaining machines. Not all of them have to be that expensive. This is clearly a working facility, not some midwife's house where I suspect I might've been born in.

I get the feeling that I might be in some poor community hospital. For all the sounds that my superman-like hearing picked up, the whirring sound of machinery or distant traffic wasn't among them. I'm really hoping they can fix whatever it is that's wrong with me regardless. But hey, I hear that deprived medical centers like this make up for it with excellent doctors. I sure hope that's true.

I was eventually released to my parents. It felt like forever so when it finally came, I was feeling a bit excited. I was starting to fear that I was abandoned.

I was hesitant to call them Mom or Dad because I am aware of my...other parents. I encountered the same hesitance with my twin. It was a depressing thought to have mainly since my other family were all gone.

But, I couldn't help it. It was my family. I wanted to know if anyone survived. I swore that I'd look them up as I got old enough and cemented the family name to memory.

I learned that I had an older brother on top of having a twin. I was actually interested in that. I had a little sister and a couple of male cousins that might as well be my brothers. But, I never had an actual big brother before.

When I first saw his face from up close, I determined that he was very young but old enough to be able to speak complete and horrifyingly formal Japanese sentences that I barely understood.

My older brother looked like he'd end up growing as quite the looker so I was a bit curious on what I looked like. Sadly, these people don't seem to have heard of mirrors. Our home was a traditional Japanese one. It was purely wood with lots of sliding doors.

I tried not to panic and yell about how easily wooden homes burn and focused on the sheer size of the property. It was actually kind of nice. Like a mansion. It made me feel like I'm on one of those school tours to Kyoto that are sometimes portrayed in anime.

Maybe it was an ancestral home. Yeah. That would make sense even if we were dirt poor. They won't have to worry about much if they own the place, except tax. Does Japan have property tax?

We had plumbing, thank God. I was going to rage if we didn't have at least that. Traditional homes were kind of fantastical and nice in that magical way they make you feel like you traveled back in time. But without plumbing, they sucked in my opinion. Plumbing is important.

We didn't have air-conditioning though. I don't think we even have electricity. The night lights were purely from the moon and...and fire lanterns. Really not the most comfortable for me. I do not like fire now.

Okay. So, we're poor. We probably live in the country. No chance in hell that we have internet or even a damn PC.

I really took my former standard of living for granted huh.

My older brother's arrival was announced by the ghastly wailing from the small bundle in his arms. He looked really flustered about it. That's a kid that's wondering where he went wrong instead of an irritated one trying to locate an off switch. I felt relief when I noticed it.

I was put in a nursery with my twin. We shared the same bassinet, the same things, and even the same name sometimes when our parents get confused. Apparently, we really look alike.

Good thing we have different private parts then.

I noticed that most of our stuff were hues of dark blues and blacks. That suit well with me since I was never really the girly type and I wasn't a fan of bright colors. But, it did tell me that no one had expected me at all. I have yet to find anything stereotypically meant for a baby girl.

My twin's name was Sasuke. I knew that for sure because my father often mistook me for him during the first few weeks. It became easy later on when they finally figured out that I was the quiet one.

I only ever acted up when I woke up. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize that I wasn't drowning or being burned alive. I still feel like I'm infested by unusually receptive tapeworms that I can mentally command. It was weird. But I've learned to live with it.

It was a big change being a baby and all. But, I've come to accept that this is my second chance. Maybe, I might be able to become something worthwhile this time around. I miss my family and fear for their fate but I'm not going to stay stuck on it.

I will live.

I want to die.

I want to die and escape this hell. I feel like crawling back to my cozy little incubator in the hospital. Sasuke is driving me nuts.

My boring days in a hospital was replaced with hellish torment. My twin brother, from what I can gather, was a very loud baby. I really should've seen that coming.

I wasn't the type of person that liked kids. Sure, I liked them as they were but not as the person that had to deal with them. Kids were noisy, annoying, grabby, curious, and tend to drag you into trouble.

I know this because I had a little sister once and she made my childhood horrible. We grew up as close and somewhat similar in the end but her younger toddler self was a nightmare. It stands to reason that I was horrible with kids since then.

My problem here is that I was a child now too. Sasuke and I were twin babies. In the same nursery. Sharing the same crib. And the same mother who feeds us. See the issue?

24/7 exposure.

Fine, he was a baby. Asking for a little bit of maturity from him was too much if not outrageous. Fine, he was my twin. So, personal space might not even be a concept he understands yet. Especially not when we were in our mother's womb for a good amount of time together.

But, this baby gives a new definition to the word clingy. He won't give me the time of the day. Even when I try to escape through sleep, he's there to whine and cry and drool on me.

He was an endless source of energy and demand for attention. I'm the quiet baby that only ever cries when I need food or a diaper change. In that light, I tend to be left alone to my own devices. Just how I like it. But, I can never escape him.

I get that I probably seem like a sullen and unusual baby. But, I'm not a baby. The fact that I am mentally a 19 year old teenager is what's making me this annoyed. You don't expect an adult to react any better when in this situation.

Things got a little better when I was strong enough to roll about. It allowed me the option of getting away. He didn't like that and eventually started rolling too but I was still ahead of him. He probably thought it was a game.

I stopped having problems with breathing in air anymore. I'm still feeling that odd sensation in my body of crawling warm weirdness. I have yet to get any explanation for that. I'm getting used to it though. I hope that's not a bad sign.

It's kind of nice anyhow. Definitely a step up from the morning smog that always greets me for the school days. Sure, the air here is weird but it's ten times better than the polluted shit in the city. One of the perks of living in the country-side, I guess. But, it begs the question. Why is it so hard to breathe it?

I like to sleep a lot too. Like, all the time. What am I to do? I'm a 19 year old teenager in a baby's body that has to stare at the same ceiling for hours on end. In the war between mind numbing boredom and lazy escape, the latter often won. Dreams were more intellectually stimulating.

But Sasuke usually destroyed my attempts. Just another thing on my growing list of what I don't like about my twin brother.

I usually can't believe that he's my twin. I mean, the rest of our family seem reasonably mellow. He's like an ADHD diagnosed pup that's chugged on Gatorade. It's frustrating.

I usually try my best to stay away from the clingy and loud brat. He tries his best to bother me. At this rate, I'll end up a shrimp and develop frown lines by the time I'm our older brother's age.

Ah, my older brother. He isn't the horrifying kind that experimentally pokes the infant all the time for the sake of sating his curiosity. He actually absorbs the warnings our mother give him about caring for babies and successfully supports her.

Dear father couldn't do it as much. His work took too much of his time.

His name was Itachi...I think. I am aware that it means weasel so it might actually be a nickname. I don't understand the reference but it might just be an inside joke.

From what I can tell, Itachi goes to school and is actually very smart. Our parents never have anything bad to say about his performance. He was every bit the perfect son they expected him to be.

Personally, I'm worried.

Itachi doesn't seem to play much. I've never heard him talk about friends either. It was always school or helping out our mother at home. When he takes care of me, I notice faint signs of injury and fatigue. He was good-looking, obedient as a dog, and an exemplary honor student-like kid. I worried that he might be getting bullied.

That didn't sit well with me. But, with our haggard parents more focused on the new arrivals, they can't do much about it. Especially not when he seems pretty good at hiding the injuries and keeping quiet about them.

Our mother was a beautiful young woman. It's a little disconcerting that she doesn't look a day older than twenty. But then, she's Asian. Asians have the tendency to make people question whether or not they were immortal.

I don't actually know her name. Itachi only ever calls her Kaa-san. Our father isn't always around to clarify on that end. People rarely talk past concise sentences around here. It's kind of annoying. How else do they expect me to learn?

I get the impression that she isn't used to being a house wife. Maybe that's why our father works double time. Maybe that's why Itachi knows how to take care of himself so well.

That's two extra mouths to feed, my more than likely pricey medical bills, the loss of his wife's contribution to the budget, and nine months of her unusual cravings and doubled appetite.

I mentally cringed.

Father is very strict, I can imagine my future already. He's also seriously straight-laced and seemingly without a sense of humor. It's like he's military. Actually, from my repeated sightings of swords and knives on his person, as well as all-nighters with an ungodly amount of paperwork, he might actually be some sort of police detective.

They use swords instead of guns here. So retro. But cool. Like yakuza but none of the yelling and the needless violence.

Guns wouldn't be very effective in the country-side if it was too hard to maintain and supply with magazines anyways. Not to mention, the sound carries for miles. Father would practically be screaming I'm right here, kill me.

Economically speaking, it was a good idea. Though, if something big happened here, they might potentially be defenseless. So, I'm torn on that end.

That was how it was with this sort of family. Itachi was quiet and did all that he was told. Father always seemed to be swamped with work. Mother was always too occupied with whatever's wrong with Sasuke to attend to me directly.

How nice to see that my new family is so stable.

Read: sarcasm.

It was funny though as I skim through my library of past life memories. My twin's name is Sasuke. My older brother is called Itachi. I don't know Mother's name yet but I'm pretty sure our father is named Fugaku. Just take me out of the picture, they'd be mirroring the Uchihas from the Naruto anime. It's so funny I sometimes end up giggling because of it.

Never would I laugh about it again when I realized the truth.

I froze. It was just the only thing I could do. Neither our mother or father were around and Sasuke kept on crying. In a way, it was relieving. It told me he was there and alive.

I felt tremors and surmised that there must be an earthquake. That could explain the noise and the evacuation that seems to be going on.

In a logical point of view, that would be what I'd settle on. But, I doubted it. I completely trashed that theory. No way in hell this was a fucking earthquake.

Itachi carried Sasuke and some older woman rocked me frantically, as if hoping for a reaction. The whole time, she seemed to be terrified and flustered. But, I doubt she was as terrified as me.

I was drowning again. Or, I wasn't. I knew how to breath in the air now. I could breath. But I also couldn't. I don't even know if my heart is still beating. There was sheer terror tainting the atmosphere. It just popped up all of a sudden and made me freeze despite feeling like I was being roasted alive. It was like a miasma of malice creeping at me, burning my soul and shorting my conscious mind's coherence.

It was like that day, but more. Even a flashback was more preferable. This was fear.

I barely registered anything. I was just stiff as a rock and not making a sound. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel it. Such raw anger and hate and pure evil and an overwhelming pressure of knowing it can kill me just by being.

This isn't some natural disaster. It wasn't something explainable. It was a demon breathing into the world its brand of horror. It could've been fire personified. It could be hell on earth in a literal sense. It was...supernatural.

Given my scientifically unexplainable existence, I'm not quick to doubt that such creatures could exist. That would make me a hypocrite.

But, I still didn't know what it was exactly. I couldn't put a name or a face to it. I was left in the arms of some person I don't even know, hiding in a dark bunker sort of place while that...thing that I don't know what was out there.

That just made it scarier.

It eventually disappeared. It felt like an eternity when it was there. When it was gone, it felt like time stopped.

What was it? Why did it come here? What did it come for? Will it be back? If so, when?

Questions ran in my mind, forming around my tightly woven fear and caging me in it. I didn't want to go out. I didn't want to open up my mind, my senses, again. Not if it could still be lurking out there somewhere.

I understand now why people of the dark ages were so scared and paranoid. A wise person once said People fear what they don't understand. Those words have never felt truer.

Gradually, I eased up from that fear but nothing's ever been the same since then. I used to pull away from Sasuke. Now, I can't help but whimper if he isn't by my side.

Mother and Father weren't the ones with me when it all happened. I kept asking, where were you!? But, I knew that there was no point. When something like that happens, trying to find other people like family is harder than locating a button in a beach. Everything is just consumed by the chaos.

One day, our family left for a town wide wake. I was far from okay but I wasn't exactly being noisy. From what I know, babies tend to be noisy in funerals, crying all the while. This one was just dead quiet as everyone listened to the eulogy of the collective victims of the disaster.

I saw for the first time the world that cradled me.

Mountains that resemble Mt. Rushmore, but not.

A ruined traditional village barely back on its feet.

Long lines of morose people. No one was crying. But everyone grieved.

A familiar symbol carved on tiny metal plates worn by my father and his men. And many more were adorned by that snail-like swirl that's supposed to be some leaf.

All of it made me feel cold. It made me feel like gritting my nonexistent teeth and scream. It made me feel like I was stabbed through the heart over and over.

I'm in Konoha.

I'm in this horrible war torn world where shit hit the fan more often than not.

I'm in a world doomed to great pain, tragedy, and a great world war.

...

And I'm an Uchiha.

SHIT!