She remembers.
She remembers what she perhaps, should not.
She remembers waking up in a dark room, with only a flickering candle for light.
She remembers feeling so distinctly wrong, limbs heavy, bleary eyes, and an itching sensation that plagued her to no end.
She remembers being in a state of constant confusion and fear, crying and screaming endlessly even as her 'mother' tried to calm her.
She remembers another life, another family, another home. She can not be an infant again. It's absolutely impossible.
She remembers the ninja, who seem to appear out of nowhere and scream at her and her so called mother in rapid japanese. They strap her mother down to a table, and beat her with whips. She remembers being oddly mute and cringing every time her mother's pained screams ring through the room. She remembers when the ninja take her and prod at her eyes and draw her blood. She remembers feeling fear in waves so thick she could drown in it.
She remembers her mother's daring escape, how even though she was wounded and tired, she took down two of the ninja in swift blows before she slipped out into the night.
She remembers the feeling of elation as the wind whizzes past her face as she is wrapped safely in bundles of cloth.
She remembers her fear, her wailing, as she watches her second mother be decapitated before her very eyes.
She remembers a strange man picking her up, his war torn face too reminiscent of the ninjas that guarded the cell she had just recently escaped.
She remembers, even when she does not want to.
But what she can't seem to remember, is her name.
Danzo returns to Konoha with triumph in his step and victory gleaming in his eyes. The infant in his arms is out cold, the only way to cease her incessant bawling.
He strides down the road, watching the packed buildings fade into trees and shrub alike. Three shadows trail along silently behind him as he approaches a crumbling, rundown building, its light beige walls in contrast to the fluorescent red sign that read 'Konoha Orphanage'. The lights inside were all closed, but Danzo did not hesitate to push open the door. Inviting himself in, he dismissed his operatives with a flick of his wrist.
Danzo flared his chakra lightly, sending out a signal used only by root operatives. He did not miss the thump of someone jerking out of bed upstairs as he inspected the dark lobby with a guarded look.
It was already past midnight, yet a brunette clad in a flowing black gown appeared in the room in a flutter of leaves, looking very much awake and confused as she gave Danzo a once over.
"Danzo-sama," She greets quietly with a bowed head, "What brings you here tonight?"
"Nono," Danzo dips his head in acknowledgement, "I'm in need of a small favor."
Her eyes flicker to the bundle Danzo is holding and she nods slowly, aware that Danzo's favors were not requests but demands.
"Of course. Is it pertaining to the matter of the child?"
"Keep an eye on her," Danzo says simply, "She will be a necessary asset in the near future."
If Nono felt anything at this demand, she did not allow it to show on her face. Taking the bundle from Danzo, her features softened into a fond smile as she looked at the sleeping babe.
"Oh and Nono, one last thing," Danzo speaks up, his hand on the doorknob, "She will be code named Jun Hiromi. Do not let her forget."
I actually struggled with naming the character for a while, until finally deciding on this. Fun fact though; in Kanji, Jun's name is written 順寛美. 'Jun' means obedience, while her last name honors her deceased mother. She is not given the 'Uchiha' surname, because Danzo is a sly bastard and doesn't want anyone to steal his tool.