I refuse to put a disclaimer here cause everyone should be bright enough to know that I don't own Naruto. I'm pretty sure that's why this is called FANfiction.

├Part Thirty-Six┤

-This is a couple years later, not much though-

"You're quiet," stated the dark haired Uchiha obviously.

She nodded.

"Oddly quiet," he said, trying his best to annoy her.

She nodded again, trying to stay focused on her work.

"How come?" he asked, trying his best not to smirk.

Finally, she raised her eyes to give him a glare, "Because I feel like it," she said and went back to work.

This obviously wasn't going to go over well with him. He glared at the top of her head for a moment before asking, "Why do you feel like being quiet?"

"Because," she answered, not looking up from her work this time.

"You weren't very quiet before," he said, "In fact, you used to come at me with the intent to kill screaming your head off."

She looked up, glaring at him with a forced smile, "THAT was because you decided to make the tips of my hair green with paint," she said through clenched teeth.

"And THAT was because you decided to convince me that glue was whipped cream the day before," he retorted while rolling his eyes.

"The only reason I did that was because it'd be funny to see your expression when you ate it. Plus you decided to put a spider in my LUNCH," she said angrily, "You know how disgusting it is to see a freaking inch long fat black spider crawling out from your lunch bag?!"

Sasuke Uchiha only smirked as he remembered that little incident. Just as he was about to explain why he had done it, the teacher came over and he instantly shut his mouth.

"Sasuke, aren't you supposed to be finishing the assignment?" the teacher asked him.

"I finished," he mumbled, not liking that he was being told off.

"Well I have to ask Miya to come with me," the teacher said, "You can talk to her later."

"Or argue," Miya muttered under her breath and got up to follow her teacher. He led her out of the classroom and standing there was her sister, Midori.

"I'm afraid we've got some terrible news," the teacher said, sympathy coating his voice.

Miya's black eyes widened and she looked to her sister who looked upset. A sudden feeling of deja vu came and her eyes got a hard look to them.

"What happened?" she asked.

That's when Midori broke out crying, "M-Miya…M-mom…she's d-dead," she managed to say, "Just like U-Uncle."

Her eyes doubled in size, "What?" she gasped out, "Same way?"

Midori nodded shakily and the teacher cautiously put an arm around her shoulders.

"It'll be alright," he said comfortingly.

"Um c-can I talk to m-my sister alone for a moment please?" Midori asked him. He nodded and went back inside the classroom.

Miya was standing there in a sort of shock, mouth slack.

"Miya, it's just you and me now," she said and put an arm around her little sister. Suddenly Miya crumpled to the ground, her legs unable to hold her up any longer. "It's just you and me," she said as she hugged her, "But I've got to tell you something that mom wanted to tell you."

Miya looked at her older sister, blinking.

"You probably don't know this, but we had an older brother," she said, "And you probably don't remember dad either. Our brother died the same way as Uncle Tomi and mom. Dad didn't have our little…techniques as you could call them. He died on the battlefield when you were just a baby. Got caught in our brother's sudden explosion just as someone was going to kill him. So either way, death was inevitable for him."

Miya swallowed with much difficulty and said, "Just you and me?

Midori gave a short cry before hugging her younger sister.

-Now she's about the age Sasuke was when he was about to lose his entire family save Itachi-

Sighing, she made her way home. That day had been particularly tough and all she wanted to do was to be home. Midori would be home in about two hours to make dinner with her.

She had stayed after school to help with a project and to practice throwing shuriken stars so she might get better.

Opening the door to the large, empty house, she slipped off her shoes and walked to her room. There she did homework until five thirty, the time Midori was supposed to come back from work.

The Hokage had asked her to take the place of her mother but she had refused. After a while, her original job wasn't giving her enough money to keep the house so she had gone to the Hokage and accepted his offer.

Six o'clock came around. Then six thirty. Then seven. Miya had this sinking feeling that something had happened to her sister. She was right, as someone came to the door, but not what she had expected.

Midori had been fatally wounded on a mission and was in the hospital. The ninja at the door had said that when she regained consciousness, she called for her little sister.

The ninja escorted her to Konoha's hospital. Miya's breathing was slowly coming in short gasps as she remembered what he had told her. Fatally wounded…that meant she wouldn't…

Finally they came upon the hospital where she burst through the doors and ran to the receptionist.

"Where can I find my sister?" she asked, wide eyed, "Midori Mitsuki, where is she?"

The lady looked shocked at this loud girl who was obviously panicked. So she checked her books and said, "Second floor, room 34."

She darted up the stairs and ran down the long white hallway, quickly looking at the numbers on the doors. The ninja that had escorted her was following and managed to keep up.

Then she stopped. Right outside room 34, she stopped. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes and she slowly opened the door.

"Midori?" she asked in a whisper. Peering in, she saw her sister layed out, looking peaceful, on a hospital bed. At first she thought she were already gone, but then she turned her head to look at her.

"Miya?" she asked, her voice sounding thick, "That you?"

She nodded and walked to the bed, sitting on a stool next to it, "I'm here," she said.

"Good," Midori said and closed her eyes for a long time before opening them again, "Just gonna be you now. Only you. Last one," she said, not making much sense at the time, "Live. More 

family. Only you can now," she sounded pained and her breaths were becoming shorter and shorter.

"M-Midori?" Miya asked, her voice trembling, "S-Sister, what do you mean?"

But her sister didn't reply as she took a breath in, and that was all. Midori Mitsuki, her sister, was dead.

Miya started to sob when she realized she wasn't going to respond. Never again. She was the only one left, the last of her family.

"Just me," she whispered to herself, "Just me."

The next day continued as normal, for everyone else anyways. Miya went to school like normal, only incredibly depressed. She refused to talk to anyone besides answering questions from the teacher.

Something was different with Sasuke Uchiha as well. He didn't bug her at all and instead sat there silent with cold eyes.

Miya just wished everything would be back to normal. She wished she weren't the only one left. She wished her sister were there with her at least. Hell, she even wished Uchiha would annoy her like usual.

But no. To her, wishes would never come true.

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-Jen-