Okay...sharingan, sharingan, sharingan, sharingan, shar – hey, there they are.

They were, she supposed, amazing in a way. Besides the fact that they had appeared out of nowhere, anyways. It was amazing to watch her wide green eyes be replaced by these...these blood red things, one lone comma shaped speck in each. She peered at her reflection in the mirror, carefully channeling chakra into her eyes to hold them as long as possible. She expertly cut off the chakra flow and watched as the red receded, her normal green color bleeding through. She activated the sharingan again, tiny pinpricks of red appearing in the center of her eyes and swelling until they dominated everything.

Amazing indeed.

If only she knew what to do about them.

She sighed and tried to remember everything she had ever heard about the Uchiha bloodline trait.

The user is not born with the sharingan, but it generally surfaces during a life-threatening situation.

Life threatening situation? Since when is a canteen life-threatening?

Its weakness is that it uses vast amounts of chakra. The user must have an ample amount of chakra and stamina to successfully use it in battle.

So that was a major downside on her part...

It is able to copy various ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu, and is also able to perform hypnosis, to some degree. It also enables members of the Uchiha bloodline to see through any illusionary technique, and...

...wait a second.

Bloodline.

Uchiha.

Bloodline.

Blood...

"MOM!"

--

"I'm not kidding," Naruto insisted. "She had sharingan, I swear."

"Hnn."

"Sasuke, I'm completely serious."

"Right."

Naruto growled. "You suck, you know that?"

Sasuke didn't even bother to answer this time.

--

"Who was my father?"

Toyoe Haruno glanced up from the pot on the stove to her daughter, who was standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Sweetie, are you all right?"

"Who was my father?" She repeated.

Toyoe frowned.

"I've already told you countless times, Sakura."

"Was he an Uchiha?"

She blinked slowly. "Why do you ask that?"

"Was he?"

Toyoe glanced at the pot and turned the burner off. Not even an emotionally unbalanced Sakura could make her ruin dinner. She led Sakura into the living room and made her sit on the couch.

"So, what is it you want to talk about?"

"Haven't I said it enough?" What was her mother playing at? She was usually so quick to talk about her father.

"Well, as I've told you before, your father was a jounin by the name of Jensei Mao, and he – "

"I want the truth this time."

"I am telling the truth," her frown deepened.

"I have sharingan," Sakura blurted. She didn't have time to beat around the bush. "How else am I supposed to explain this?"

She looked at Sakura with renewed interest. "You do?"

"Yes!" She activated them without hesitation to prove it.

Toyoe sighed. "Damn. I didn't mean for you to find out like this."

"So I do have Uchiha blood. You were lying to me," Sakura was trying to work out how she felt about that. She wasn't sure is she was angry or scared. Maybe both.

"I was hoping that the sharingan just wouldn't make an appearance in you."

"So...so you weren't planning to tell me?" Sakura asked disbelievingly. "Ever?"

"Not unless I had to."

"I – " she shut her mouth, deciding that it could wait for another time. "Who was my father?" She repeated for a third time.

--

"Come on, you won't regret it."

"Naruto stop pulling me!"

"You want me to push you instead?"

Sasuke glared at the blonde dangerously, but Naruto ignored him.

"She could need our help, Sasuke."

The Uchiha faltered for a moment, then scowled.

"This is just you playing some stupid prank. You expect me to believe you?"

"Will you believe Sakura?"

He narrowed his eyes, already knowing how close his two teammates were. "No." For all he knew, she could be in on it, too.

"Will you at least come with me?"

"Hnn."

Naruto took that for a yes.

--

After practically kicking her front door off it's hinges, Sakura found herself face to face with Naruto and Sasuke, who had obviously been on their way to see her. Or rather, Naruto had been on his way to see her and he had dragged Sasuke along.

"Oh good," she said, latching onto Sasuke's wrist. "I've been looking for you. Come on, we've got to go."

He jerked his hand away. "I'm tired of being pulled around!"

"Sasuke, this is important," she'd stopped adding the honorific to his name after he'd returned to the village.

"Don't you have sharingan, Sakura-chan?" Naruto interjected. "Sasuke-teme won't believe me."

"Yes," she said exasperatedly. "Now let's go."

"You do not," Sasuke said flatly, not budging. She turned on him, sharingan already flashing.

"I do so!"

Sasuke stared from her new eyes to Naruto. "I'm not falling for it. What are they, contacts?"

"GOD DAMMIT SASUKE! THIS IS NOT THE TIME!" She bellowed. The black comas in her eyes whirred around her pupil angrily, before she cut off the chakra flow to her eyes and they returned to their regular color. Sasuke gaped. She had never yelled at him before. Ever. "How could I fake this? Huh? You tell me!"

He crossed his arms, obviously trying not to look too perturbed. "Okay, so humor me. How did you get sharingan?"

She faltered. This was her mother's private business, after all. But, on the other hand, what other choice did she have but to tell them?

"You can't tell anyone," she said in a low voice.

"Yeah, teme," Naruto said, frowning at Sasuke. "If you blow this and embarrass Sakura-chan, I'll kick your ass."

"I was talking about you, Naruto."

"Oh...well, go on, I guess."

"Apparently my mother had an affair with an Uchiha, and I'm the result. All that stuff about my father being some war hero who died on a mission? Lies. That guy never existed. My mom's been single her entire life."

Sasuke looked like he's been slapped. "Oh..."

"You believe me?" She asked, impatience tinging her voice.

He shrugged. "I suppose."

"Good. Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"Hospital. I want a DNA test to see if Mom was telling the truth." This time Sasuke willingly followed her.

"Who'd she have an affair with?" Naruto asked, not affected at all.

"Some guy named Uchiha Fugaku."

Sasuke stopped dead.

"Who?"

She repeated herself, blinking. "Why?"

"That was my father."

For a second it seemed like time stopped. No one breathed. Naruto fidgeted with the zipper of his jacket, quiet for once.

"I – what?" Sakura managed to squeak.

Sasuke grabbed her wrist. "Come on," he sounded strained. "Now we've got to get a DNA test."

--

It really wasn't that bad. At first Sakura had expected something like a doctor drilling holes into the back of their heads and taking brain tissue samples – but all he did was swab Q-tips in their mouths and leave them alone for a bit. They were doing a "half-sibling test." It could tell them if they shared them same father, even if they didn't have the same mother. Sakura had no idea it could be so specific.

Unfortunately, she had to be left alone with Sasuke while the doctor studied the results, which was more than awkward. Naruto was in the waiting room.

Sasuke turned towards her, frowning.

"My father never cheated on my mother."

"Nn," she replied, not knowing what else to say.

"He wouldn't do something like that."

"Okay."

"You are not my sister."

"I'm sure."

He faced forward again and didn't say anything else. Sakura nervously twiddled her thumbs, dreading the test results.

This could ruin everything. Sasuke falling in love with her was her main goal in life. It had been bad enough when she found out that she might be related to him – but to be his sister? That was just too much.

Besides, what were the chances of her being an Uchiha, anyways? She didn't resemble one at all. For God's sake, she had pink hair! Uchiha women were cool, collected, beauties with dark, graceful eyes and long silky black hair. She, Sakura, had big green eyes and chin length pink hair, and one hell of a temper to match. Oh, and to top it all off, she had an extremely prominent tan that had come from training out in the sun. She had never seen an Uchiha with a tan. Granted, she had only seen two Uchiha in her life, but still...

Of course...she had gotten her eyes from her mother, and her hair had come from her grandfather. It was possible she just hadn't gotten any genes from her father's side.

Except, of course, for her freaking sharingan, which had just turned her life upside down.

God, how lucky was she?

"All, right, the test results came out perfectly clear," a man's pleasant voice carried across the room, and she jumped. She hadn't noticed anyone had entered. Sasuke stiffened.

"Since neither of you came with a parent," he frowned disapprovingly. "I'll stick to the basic fact. Yes, you two do share the same biological father. You're half siblings."

Oh, my God. I'm Sasuke's sister.

Shit...

Sakura's dreams came crashing down.

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