Hello thank you for reading my story as of now the story is a Madara x OC story, with slight Tobirama x OC. I've decided to rate the story M, because many of the themes in my story are not suitable for younger audiences. This story is set in the warring states period and beyond. Anyway enjoy the story and leave a comment or a vote. Thank you!
The day I was born the first snow of that winter came. The snow that year came late and my village was covered in it that night. Despite being born on a snowy night I was named Hana, meaning flower. And so I grew, just like a flower. The village my mother lived in was small and she settled at the outskirts of it, as an midwife. Though my mother was highly respected, she was also looked down upon, as I was a child out of wedlock. My father she told me was a shinobi, who was killed in battle. I never knew him, but my mother told me a lot about him.
At the age of nine my mother fell ill. The following winter I did all I could to save her, but it was not enough. She passed on leaving me, all alone in this sad and lonely world. In the spring after her passing, while I was mourning a weird sensation swapped over me. My vision was blurry, but then as sharp as never before. I rubbed my eyes, but it didn't go away. Looking into the mirror, I starred at a pair of red eyes. It were my eyes, but they were glowing in crimson color and inside a pattern in black had formed and I was shaking. Then I heard a knock at the wooden door, two elders entered. I fell to my knees and they were in shock as they saw my eyes.
"So her father really was a red eyed demon.", the elder man said, as I passed out, drifting into darkness. When I came to me, I was in my home, besides me a man waiting. He had a large hat and bag. The man was middle aged and looked like a traveler, but taking a closer look, I could see a sword and a pouch filled with kunai hanging from his belt. His dark onyx eyes starred upon me mercilessly.
"What are you doing inside my house?", I voice quietly, getting up from my futon.
He sits unwavering stating:"I am here to escort you to the Uchiha village." His voice is deep and scary, so he really is a shinobi, an Uchiha. My friends from the village told me that they are rich, powerful, but also violent and bloodthirsty.
"Are you feeling well so you can travel.", he asks.
"Y-Yes.", I stutter, looking at him. What does he want? Where are we going? I don't dare to ask.
"You have ten minutes to pack your things, it's better to move now, then we'll be there at sun down.", he says. In the space between the wooden planks of the hut I can see the sun gleeming in red, it is rising. I start taking out a bag and pack in some clothes, soap, a few of my mothers pictures and paintings and two books. Around my neck I wear a necklace, from my mother, one my father gave to her.
As I am about to roll my futon and pack it in my bag, the man stops me and says:"You won't need that. In the Uchiha village you will get anything you need."
Then we leave. I feel my heart sting as we leave my village behind. He didn't allow me to say goodbye to my friends, neither did he allow me to visit my mothers grave for the last time. We walked the whole day. Luckily in spring the heat is barable. My old shoes were not the number one equitment and soon my feet started to bleed. The man than stopped and offered to carry me. Certainly I didn't expect that, but then again we are faster that way. Somewhere along the way he asks me:"What is your name?"
"Hana Tachibana.", I reply instinctly. Tachibana was my mothers name.
"No, wrong Hana Uchiha.", he corrects me.
"Why Uchiha?", I ask confused.
"Your eyes were red, that means that your father was one of our clan. So you are an Uchiha.", the shinobi explains.
"What is your name?", I want to know.
"Yamakoshi. Uchiha.", he replies.
"Did you know my father?", I want to know, as he must be around his age.
"What was his name?", he wants to know. Sure his name. My mother never told me his last name, but his first name she said all the time.
"Kenta.", I state, his body reaction is weird, he stops and sets me down.
"Kenta?", he asks and rubs his sweat. My feet touch the grass. I simply nod.
"He was a great shinobi and an even greater friend. I am sorry he got killed. I never knew he had a daughter. He died nine years ago. How old are you?", he asks.
"Nine.", I wimmer. When I was little I was jealous of all of my friends with complete families. I asked myself a lot, why I wasn't as fortunate. But then I accepted it.
"I am sorry, but we need to get going.", he says and help me back on his back. Around dawn we arrived at the Uchiha Clan, or rather fortress. I slept the last bit of the way. My eyes opened to the crack of the great gates opening. The noise was loud. Yamakoshi dropped me of at the main house, but not before handing me a rice ball.
"Take care.", he said and went home. Meanwhile a maid escorts me to the council. My feet are still bare and I am covered in dirt from head to toe. My clothes are washed out and ripped at some ends. The woman holds a distance to me, seems like I am smelly too. Ever since my mother died no one took care of me and I stayed by her side ever since her death two weeks ago. The maid opens up the door to a great hall and I am send inside.
The Uchiha village is amazing, big and strong. The main manor is a sight to behold. It wooden and looks like a small palace. The gardens are beautiful and everything is so clean. Historic paintings decorate the hallways and rooms. In every room luxurious forniture stands around. To my surprise I saw not one resident, but a whole lot of servants.
Inside the great hall, the clan symbol of the Uchiha towers about a man. His gaze lies upon me and I bow down. On both sides of the room, about a dozen elders are seated. Next to the man a few steps down a beautiful dark haired woman sits.
"My name is Lord Tajima Uchiha, are you the child we have heard about?", he simply asks. His presence is intimidating to say the least.
I sit up a bit and start talking:"Erm, yes my lord. My name is Hana Ta-Uchiha. My father was Kenta Uchiha." They don't need to hear anything else I geuss.
"So you have activated the sharingan, impressive at your age.", he muses.
"The what?", I ask, remembering the red eyes I say:"Oh the red eyes?" So that what they are called.
"Clearly you have no clue, that might be better anyway, considering you are a girl.", the Uchiha Lord sighs.
"We can't send her away, she has the Sharingan and her family is dead.", an elder speaks up. The elders start debating and getting louder.
"Well someone must take her in.", the clan leader decides. Suddenly silence. Not a single elder says a word. I get scared, will they send me away? At home no one talks to me and I am running out of food.
"No one?", the Uchiha patriac says after a while.
"I will take her.", a female voice speaks up. i turn my head slightly. An old woman around sixty years of age. Her hair is gray and put together in an artful way. She has onyx eyes like all Uchiha that I have seen and wears a black kimono. Her expression is stoic, but she seems kind.
"How generous, Elder Mako.", the Clan leader says.
"I need a student.", the woman simply states. The elders nod. No one intervines.
"This meeting is dismissed.", Lord Tajima declares and all of the elders go, one after another.
The woman takes my hand and we walk outside. Silently we walk to her home a house at the edge of the village. Then she bathes me and tells me that she is a medic and that she has debated a long time, about taking on a student. The woman then tells me that the moment she saw me she knew that I would become her student. Even though she has a very strict persona, I know that deep inside she is gentle. She gave a me room in the attic. Well a storage room, now, but she said that tomorrow we would clean it and it'll be my room. Anyhow she gives me new clothes and some food, before I head up.
Cleaned up I can finally eye myself in a mirror standing in the cornor of the room. My onyx eyes are not rarety, just as my pale complexion. The only thing that differs me from the Uchiha are my long golden looks. It stands out among the straight black hair. My hair cascades down my back and I have never cut it. My face I geuss is oridinary. I have a small nose and big eyes, nothing is especially ugly or pretty about me.
The next few days I get used to calling her master or elder Mako. Our day is always the same. We get up at sun rise, eat and go out to search for herbs. Then before lunch we make ointments. After lunch we go out and treat patients. In the afternoon she teaches me reading, math and more things about medics. If I still have time after that I go out and explore the village. A few kids didn't want to play with me, because I am a halfbreed and a bastard. Well a bunch of other kids accpted me. Anyhow settling in was not hard.
The thing that was hard, was leaving my mothers grave and the village behind, though I know that here I am save at least. My eyes have not activated since that day and to be honest I don't want them to. I just want to live here in peace with elder Mako. But soon I learnt about war and sacrafice.
Thank you for reading! Chapter one is the intoduction to the story, soon it'll pick up pace.
Tobirama is coming in later chapters, while Madara is in the next chapter.
