Disclaimer: I own many things. None of those things have anything to do with this. Please don't sue me.

AN: Goddamn was this written fast for me.

So here we are on chapter three. Today we visit the Uchiha clan. I have a lot of ideas to make up for sharingan. I'm not sure if I'll ever get around to saying it in universe so I'll say it here. Bloodline limits in this are either inborn psychic gifts or years of aura training embedded into a bloodline. The Uchiha have a minor gift of precognition. Somebody way back in the clan's history weaponized it to all hell and back, making them hell in a fight. They also usually have pretty strong auras for humans, allowing for fighting styles on par with some of the weaker fighting types.

Aura is the life energy of everything that lives has. It's also what makes ninja able to keep up with and support their Pokemon in battle. There are tales that the Great Sage who founded the current ninja era and put the legendary pokemon into their deep slumber was able to use aura to imitate pokemon special techniques. No one else has ever been able to do this. Some believe that this is a punishment from the slumbering Pokemon deities for sealing them away. No one else has ever been able to replicate this, though studies into this did reveal that humans do tend to carry an elemental type in their aura. All it really means for them is that they tend to have an affinity for pokemon of that type, and that Pokemon of that type are much more likely to reach their full potential. This is totally not based on Pokemon Conquest.

And now for my annual plug of fics that are better than mine. Did you know that Mr. Chaos has a series of Harry Potter/ Pokemon fics that will annilate your soul with their epicness? Straight up, his fics are the reason I ever believed that I can ever make this cross work the way it is, though that actually assumes that this fic is working.

And lastly, thanks to all of you who fav'd, followed, or reviewed this fic. You're not the reason I write this fic, but you're a damned nice bonus. Seriously I love you guys. Straight up deep love too, like, if I wasn't a total pansy with needles, it would be a tattoo your screen names in a heart somewhere on my body kinda love. Deep.

Moving on...

Chapter 3: When You Have a Fire Pokemon

"When you have a fire Pokemon, everything looks like kindling."~ Tobirama Senju, pre Founding, on his views on the Uchiha thought processes.

Sasuke is absolutely sure that something is wrong with him. It's not anything that anyone has ever told him, but he could see it in his family eyes. Not good enough. None of the clan pokemon like the Cyndaquil, the Duramaka, or the Torchics have ever felt right to him. Don't get him wrong, he thinks they're great Pokemon, and that they're even pretty cute, but they're not for him. Hell, the Pichu he caught during the Pokemon Catching Trial feels more right in his arms than any of them ever has. Apparently Itachi at his age, took to fire Pokemon like a fish takes to water. He and his Torchic have climbed higher in skill than anyone in clan history since Madara and his Ninetails, Kurama. Of course at his age, Itachi already had the Spark.

The Spark is the red tint that any Uchiha with the psy-gift bestowed upon their clan by Arceus has in their eyes that says they are ready and able to use it. When their gift is in use, their eyes ignite in a furious red glow that let's them pierce the veil hiding the future from them, allowing them to counter attacks that haven't even been made yet. And Sasuke's eyes were just a plain charcoal black.

But no one has ever mentioned these failures to him. Not directly at least. But he has heard them whisper. "Thank Arceus that Itachi was born first." "At least one of the clan head's kids is a proper Uchiha." "This is my son and heir, Itachi. He's already made Captain in ANBU. Oh and this is my other son." Sasuke was pretty tired of being an after thought.

Arceus knows that Sasuke tried his best to be a proper Uchiha. He was top of his class in academy, he practiced diligantly with his Pichu trying to be an excellant ninja, and he was always trying his best to use the proper ettiquite as befitting the son of a clan head. The problem was that Itachi did all of those things too, but better. If Itachi didn't somehow manage to be the best big brother ever on top everything else he was good at, Sasuke would probably hate him. But he couldn't because Itachi was in fact the best big brother in the world. Asshole. Take right now for instance.

"Sasuke-kun, I got a surprise for you," Itachi had been gone for weeks on mission and instead of reporting back to their father like a dutiful son was supposed to, Itachi had instead gone straight to Sasuke with a gift. Freaking perfect asshole.

"What is it Oniisan?" The rest of Konoha got to drop the more formal Old Language, but the Uchiha clan is much to big on formalities to drop it, even with each other.

Itachi reached into his bag and pulled out a portable incubator with a small light red egg in it.

"I found this in a nest between Fire and Grass country. I caught both the parents and gathered the nest, thinking that they would be perfect addition to our clan Pokemon roster. I wanted you to be one of the first people to have one," Itachi explained.

Sasuke's face was full of awe, "and this one is just for me? What kind of Pokemon will it be?"

"It's a..." "Itachi-sama! There you are!"

Their older cousin Soujiro strode purposefully towards them.

"Your father sent me to find you, there's a meeting with the clan council and you're needed as the clan heir," he explained.

Itachi sighed, and looked over at Sasuke, "I'll show you it's parents later. We'll make plans on how to go about training them together, alright Sasuke-kun? I promise."

Sasuke nodded, and Itachi reluctantly walked off with their older cousin, who was already nagging at Itachi about spoiling him. It was also hard to hate his older brother because even though the clan and his village keeps him so busy, he still tries so hard to make time for him. It's more than their father had ever tried.

It had been a few weeks and Itachi still hadn't shown him what his egg was gonna hatch into. That's ok though, the clan had been really tense lately. Odds are Otousan had been keeping him really busy. He hoped whatever it was that had the adults all on edge would be over soon.

School had been pretty easy. The water Pokemon unit in class had been a breeze, as his Pichu (Arceus he wished he was good at thinking up good nicknames, and his Mother's suggestions were even worse. What kind of name is Mimi-chan for a badass nin-Pokemon) had the type advantage. The only Pokemon Pichu had trouble are the ones that had secondary typings that made them immune to thundershock. And remembering simple facts on care taking for water types was easy. In a couple of weeks they would be moving on to grass types, and that would be a bit more challenging.

It was the social scene at the academy that threw him off. First there were the girls. Sasuke kinda had to wonder if idiocy was contagious. The attention might have been flattering of any of the girls fighting to win his heart had ever asked his opinion. Instead he had to deal with a whole bunch of screeching harpies constantly bickering around him. The only ones who seemed to be the exceptions to the rule were Hinata Hyuga (who once fainted when someone who wasn't even that sneaky said boo to her) and Sakura Haruno (who was her own special kinda creepy with her little pink puff ball with the evil little eyes). The boys were either jealous of the girl's attention (but why though?) or just content to ignore his existance. Or they were Naruto Uzumaki who might just genuinely not be aware of anything outside of raising his Deerling. The boy was probably the only one in his class who had the right priorities, he just went about them in the most obnoxious way ever.

Really he just wanted to go home for the day. His eyes were itchy and he was worried that he might be coming down with an eye infection. That would not be fun. And honestly, he had this strange forboding feeling that today was the kinda day where it might have been better to have stayed in bed.

Finally, there was the bell signalling school's end. Just have to dodge around Naruto and his dumb Deerling, who were having an epic staring contest (to be honest Sasuke kinda liked the Deerling, it was the largest and probable most unique Pokemon in their class) and out the door. Behind him he could hear the fangirls tripping over Naruto and his Pokemon. Maybe Naruto was an ok guy after all.

Something was wrong in the Uchiha district. Everybody seemed to be staying indoors and there were ANBU everywhere. He could see a couple of faces in the windows of the houses and shops. They looked scared. What in the hell was going on?

He scurried home as fast as he could, trying to not be noticed by all the imposing, omnipresent ANBU. Entering through the front door, Sasuke came upon a scene he rather wish he didn't. On one side of the front room were his parents eyes glowing red, looking ready to throw down; and on the other side were six ANBU black ops members, including Itachi, all with hands on their apricorn balls.

"Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha, you are under arrest on the suspicion of treason. If during the course of interrogation you are found innocent you shall be set free with our apologies, and nothing further on your records. Please come quietly, it would look better on you if you did." The lead ANBU officer bluntly, his words almost casually breaking Sasuke's mind.

Sasuke couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it.

"It's not true right?" Sasuke blurted out, everybody in the rooms eyes were now on him, most likely now just realizing he was there. "Tousan, tell them it's not true!"

Fugaku said nothing, and allowed himself to be cuffed.

"Itachi, please tell me that it's not true!" Sasuke yelled almost hysterically.

"Sasuke, I'm sorry..." Sasuke wasn't really willing to hear anymore, he ran to his bedroom trying not to be sick to his stomach.

In his room Sasuke yelled, he ranted, and he cried. He kept Pichu in his ball, because Pichu honestly didn't disserve to deal with this. Pichu was a simple mon, and this was something that he couldn't help with. At one point he actually did get sick to his stomach and he had to rush to the bathroom. Cleaning up, he couldn't help but notice that his eyes were tinted red in a way that couldn't be completely explained by his tears. He guessed that it wasn't an eye infection after all. The Uchiha psychic talent would choose to manifest at the worst possible time.

He returned to his room and fell back into his bed, all cried out. He heard a crack and looked to his nightstand. In the incubator, almost forgotten in all the chaos, the egg Itachi had gotten him was hatching. Sasuke scrambled over to let the egg out.

It shook twice, with a tapping sound coming from it. On the third shake, the top cracked and then fell off, revealing a tiny bird head covered in red downy feathers. It was a Fletchling, a bird Pokemon believed to be hunted to extinction by the nobles of grass country, to keep it's evolved form, Talonflame, from killing their livestock and burning out their fields. The little bird felt perfect in his hands.

Sasuke let out a wet laugh, but he refused to let the tears come again. To think that he would finally have everything he needed to be considered a proper Uchiha by his clan, right when the Uchiha name means nothing. No, worse than nothing, it means Traitor. But he cut off this train of thought, right now, this newborn life need him.

Later he would learn that over thirty clan members, including the entire clan council, but thankfully not actually including his mother as she actually knew nothing, were charged with treason. Their Pokemon were returned to the clan so that their bloodlines wouldn't be lost to their pokemon gene pool. Their trainers would be executed, including his father.

It would have been a huge blow to the clan's prestige if Itachi hadn't announced that he was stepping down as clan heir as he was now next in line to be Hokage. This might have been for the best, though Itachi may have been thinking for the best of the village when he turned the Uchiha traitors in, the clan as a whole still felt betrayed and it would have lead to infighting. Either way, Sasuke was left to play catch up on learning clan head duties.

But that would be later, right now he had to teach Matchstick, his newly named Fletchling that fingers are friends not food.

AN: The Uchiha Massacre is no more, long live the Uchiha Incident!

Interesting fact about this universe, the reason I say apricorn balls, is because the industry for the modern Pokeball does not yet exist. And it won't if the Apricorn Artizan's Guild has anything to say about it. And the AAG has the backing of the villages, as only ninja villages are allowed to use Apricorn balls. While there is more to being a ninja then having a dozen fire breathing monsters in your pockets, they are an every civilian in the country has only three poorly trained Pokemon, well it's still an army that could potentially wipe the ninja villages from existence.

Also, Mimi-chan will stick and there's nothing Sasuke can do about it. Mimi-chan won't respond to anything else, and Konoha doesn't have a Name Rater.

Thanks for reading, I love you lots.