Okay! This is a weird one coming from me, but I have been (for some odd fucking reason) reading Fem!Sasuke fanfics and I'm gonna be honest, I kinda feel it. As such, I have read some of the big ones that a lot of people recommended on reddit. There was one I really enjoyed, though the old tropes of bashing are so cringeworthy it makes me want to puke. So I decided to try my hand at it!

Basically, a little rundown of what this fic will entail. If you've ever read Naruto: the Search for Greatness (my first fanfiction, ever), there were some stuff in there that I really enjoyed and that I've been wanting to try rewriting for several years now. This time, however, it'll be Female Sasuke, because damn it, some of the artwork that I've seen is really fucking good lmfao. So, if you know my style, there's gonna be angst, drama, emotional damage, epic fight scenes and of course, ridiculously complicated plot that gives Kishimoto a run for his money.
This is some parts rewrite of Naruto, some parts absolute dipshittery of the highest order LOL

There will be significant changes with influences from several of my favorite fanfictions that I've read on this site over the years and all of that, with my own little twists and turns that I hope you enjoy. This is for the Female Sasuke fans, without further ado-

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto


Chapter 1: A Moron and an Asshole

A boy walked down the street; eyes pressed forward. Glares, hate, frustration, all directed at him. However, as if he were protected in armor, their emotions simply bounced off of him, leaving him alone with his empty thoughts. Whispers, eyes, rage. None of it processed in the back of his mind and once more, he lived in his carefree world where there was nothing wrong, ever. For some, that made them give up their pointless crusade, while others, it simply enforced their planned course.

Continuing on his walk, his own frustration began to boil. Through the streets alone to his thoughts, a murmur and a whisper caught his attention. He made a pensive glance toward his right. Sasuke stood alone, staring off into the distance as someone bothered him with questions and concerns. A group of girls squealing and praising his every step. However, there was something in that look that reminded Naruto of something.

Emptiness.


Flashback!

If there were things that annoyed him to no end, it was the fact everything he did either failed, or backfired. Oh, but there were golden moments where his luck truly told him to go suck a fat one and did both, in such a spectacularly stupid way. It didn't help that the one who caused most of his frustration was that annoying asshole, Uchiha Sasuke. Even before his entire clan was murdered, he was a bit of a dickhead. The truest form.

They clashed under Iruka's declaration. A bout of fists, but the instant Naruto blinked, his back was to the ground with Sasuke on top of him, his fist ready to pound into his face. The look in the Uchiha's eyes was something different. He wasn't new to hatred and disgust, but the expression on Sasuke's face was something else entirely. It was as if he truly saw him as nothing more than trash and believed it too. The dark look, the empty onyx eyes, there wasn't even any anger – it was pure darkness.

Naruto froze under the Uchiha's gaze. It was the same look he wore when he was alone. It was the same empty gaze that looked back at him whenever he saw his reflection. Sasuke was just like him. Shaking out of his reverie, Naruto gulped as the boy got off of him, huffing and patting his clothes down. There was something off about the boy that Naruto couldn't pinpoint, but it was there.

"Good job, Sasuke." Iruka nodded. "Naruto, maybe next time don't rush in without a plan."

Naruto glared at Sasuke, raising a fist. "Hey, bastard."

Sasuke bit the bait. "What, loser?"

"From this day forward, you're my rival. Got it?"

"A rival implies equal footing." Sasuke glared menacingly. "You are far from being my equal."

"We'll see…"

There was a flicker in Sasuke's eyes. A gleam that flashed in his onyx eyes. Was it pride? Was it excitement? Naruto couldn't tell. Blinking at the boy's fighting smirk, condescending or not, it was enough of a smirk. Sasuke made his usual grunt and turned away, shuffling by as his sandals dragged against the training ground.

"Naruto, you have no right to challenge Sasuke!" The horde of fangirls bellowed from the sidelines. "You're nothing compared to him!"

Rolling his eyes, Naruto sighed, watching as Sasuke walked away, hands in his pockets, head held low. To everyone else, it looked like cocky apathy, to him, he knew better. The weight that rested on Sasuke's shoulders, the pain that he must be wrestling with… Naruto knew that walk too well. Turning away to stand back in line, he took a deep breath, sighing to the sky.

Sasuke… who are you?


What made a place home? Sasuke wondered that. Staring off into the river as often as he did, it left him to wander through the entropy of his damaged mind. Trapped between a rock and a hard place, there were few options for him and none of them were to his liking. It disgusted him. A child, with nothing but foolish childish dreams, dashed in the blood of those he called family, by the one he loved the most.

The fangirls had vanished, pulled away by their parents. It was always a mixture; some of those adults looked at him with disdain, others with such a profound pity, it made him sick to his stomach. He was not someone to be pitied. He was not someone who wanted empathy. He was not going to be seen as some poor helpless girl.

He stopped himself. A frown gracing his usually stoic face. Hands raised; he lowered his forehead into his open hands. Chakra imbalance shifted and hummed at the back of his neck. A glow, unseen between the follicles of raven hair. As the last of the fangirls vanished into the distance, he shot up, dashing up the stairwell toward the main street. If it weren't for his panicked state, he would have noticed a blond boy walking by.

It was sundown. The village hidden in the leaves was beginning to fall to sleep. Shinobi patrolled the streets and rooftops as civilians cradled one another in their shitty little hovels and rising tenement buildings. Businesses in the distance were open, bars and taverns filled with music and drunken singing. People laughed, families played, but he was alone. In a dark, poorly lit section of the village, there was a tenement building, well-maintained, but a far cry from the pristine and cultured corridors of the Clan Compounds. Despite being the last surviving member of his clan, he was among the refuse, hiding in plain sight, alone in a room too big for himself.

Taking a deep breath, he removed his shirt, tossing it aside, revealing bandages and binding tape. A seal on the back his neck began to glow, humming with life before poof, his duck-butt hair extended further, still keeping the spikes, falling to his mid-back. His face was leaner, with fairer attributes. He was not a boy. Rather, her name, was Satsuki.

With a growl, she removed the bindings, releasing her chest from its prison. With a frustrated growl, she slammed her forehead forward, smashing into the mirror. She cursed under her breath, the pain in her back, the pain from the bindings, worse yet, the pain from the seal on the back of her neck, it all came to her with the force of a tidal wave. Head pressed to the shards of glass, her reflection was splintered, painted in the crimson glow seeping between the cracks.

Hate me, little sister. Return to me when you have the same eyes.

Hate me.

Satsuki clenched her teeth. Fists balling against the sink, she pulled back, clenching the sink for dear life. Alone in the village, she didn't know what to do. Eyes watched her every move; she could even hear the whispers in the back of her mind. He's the sole survivor. Don't look his way. Uchiha can't be trusted. Uchiha. Uchiha. Uchiha.

She glared once more.

Frustration. Rage. Hate.

However, that glare softened. There was a cry in the back of her head that made her both want to puke and smile. It was annoying, but in a weird endearing kind of way. If that made any sense. His whisker marks fading in and out of her reverie. That frustrated frown began to turn, curling into a soft, almost wistful smile. She shook her head. His words, his loudmouthed declaration echoed in her heart. You are my rival.

She chuckled. Eyes scanning the blood of the mirror, her eyes glimmered with tears. Words and questions rushing, her hands clutched her chest, pressing against her heavily beating heart.

Why am I like this?


Naruto awoke. Stomach grumbling, skin sweating and arm hairs rising. Slowly, he got out of bed, sliding from the bedsheets and slipping into sandals. He made the pensive walk from his bed to the bathroom. Staring at his reflection, there was a moment that he caught the dullness of his cerulean eyes. As if the light was killed, leaving nothing but the turmoil that collided and clashed within his soul. He remembered the old man Hokage talking about windows to the soul, how the eyes reflect the true intent of a person. The darkness that fumbled and festered within those dark irises made him question what kind of person he really was.

Head held low, he brushed his teeth, washed his face and stretched. A sigh escaping his lips, his gaze turned to the rinky-dink, cracked and peeling ceiling above him. A flicker of a light, flashing between light and dark. He frowned, going through the motions once again. Shuffling through his apartment, he opened the door and headed to the kitchen. Rummaging through the cupboards and pantry, in practiced monotony, he poured boiling hot water into his newfound cup of instant ramen. Not a single thought went through his mind as he sat down, chopsticks in one hand, boiling cup in the other.

Itadakimasu. He whispered in his mind. Snapping the chopsticks in two, he dug into his ramen, slurping away. It surprised him, stopping for a moment. He was already drinking the broth. Something really must be getting to him. Shaking his head, he returned to his meal. This day, was the day. It would be the day he would become a genin. It was the day that he began his journey to becoming Hokage. Taking a deep breath, he was ready.

Why do I feel like I'm not?

As the last of his breakfast sunk down into his stomach, he got up, rushing to the Academy. Glares, whispers, frustration. More of the same. It was as if the annoyance of the villagers had reached a fever pitch. Heh. Soon. I'll show all of you who I am. You'll remember that my name is Uzumaki Naruto! Not demon!

In his rush, he wasn't paying attention.


Satsuki went through her morning routine. Wrapping binding tape and bandages around her chest was becoming more and more tiresome for her liking. The seal tickling at the back of her neck was beginning to wane. If it lost power, everyone would know. Everyone would see the true Uchiha Sasuke. Scowling as the pressure build against her bones, she stopped. Staring at the cracked mirror in the bathroom, she clenched her teeth.

She couldn't keep lying to everyone, nor herself, for that matter. Even when she was a child, she hid her appearance, she tried to be the honorable second son, of Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto, at no one's behest but her own. She tried to be like her brother, Itachi, but none of that mattered in the end. She fashioned herself as a boy, thinking that men were better ninja; naively assuming that if she were a boy, she'd be respected more – none of that was true. In fact, in the end it was more of the same.

Hidden whispers of people who thought were unheard; glances sent her way of prying eyes who didn't deserve to know her thoughts; worse yet, fangirls who assumed too much. Uchiha. Uchiha. Uchiha. Satsuki shot her eyes to the ceiling. Hiding. Hiding. Hiding. She was always hiding. She hid from her brother; she hid from the massacre until it was too late; she hides from herself. Too long she had gone through the routine, too long she had bothered with this sham.

With a sigh, the blush of frustration began to subside. With all the bindings and the bandages tightened, tied and latched, she was ready to don her mask. She slipped into Sasuke's clothes, the seal on the back of her neck, hidden by her raven hair, was suddenly activated. There was a sputter, as if it choked on her chakra. A gasp, a hiss, she turned in panic, turning her body to the mirror.

Cursing under her breath, she realized the seal was already beginning to fade. One small line in the calligraphy could make the biggest difference. A shame she didn't know what it was. It was too late and she couldn't just go to the Hokage and ask for a quick fix. She was about to graduate from the Academy! Doing what felt natural, she poured chakra into the seal. Slowly, it hummed to life, shifting her appearance. As the seal stopped its melodic music and the chakra was no longer siphoned, she looked back at her reflection.

A boy with angry eyes and duck-butt hair stared back at her.

Just a little longer. I'll be a genin, train and become a chunin, work my ass off and become a jōnin. I won't have to hide who I am anymore. Hokage-sama will fix the records and it'll be as if I was always who I really was. Satsuki thought to herself. With pride, she rummaged through her fridge, pulling out some cherry tomatoes, snacking on them as she curled some weights. Thoughts meandering through the menagerie of her head, they all fell back to the one goal she fashioned. Hokage-sama said that he would let me train to find my brother if I just promise him to do it right. He said he would give me the resources, the information, the teachers; everything I could possibly want… all I have to do is do everything the right way.

I just wish… I just wish I was more like him.

She walked through the streets, seal humming silently, keeping her appearance maintained. Hands in her pockets, no one bothered to strike conversation. In the distance, a pair of girls were shouting, one with pink hair and the other with blonde. They were murmuring about something, and she was mortified at the prospect. Usually, their conversations were about him. Satsuki shook her head, beating a hasty retreat toward the Academy, careful not to blow her cover.

However, in her fear, she wasn't looking where she was going.


"What the fuck is your deal, loser?"

"Hold up, asshole, you were the one who ran into me!"

"Get out of my way."

"Nah," Naruto pushed back. Sasuke, for a moment, was shocked at his aggression. Snapping back at him, Naruto's eyes flickered. A flash of water splashing upon his cerulean eyes. Hitting the ground, people stopped what they were doing, focusing on the two of them. Naruto, for all of his tact, shot back up to his feet, pushing Sasuke back, knocking him to the ground, "You're the one who ran into me! I'm not getting out of the way until you apologize!"

Sasuke patted his clothes, focusing his glare, "I know you didn't just do that."

"I did. Wanna see me do it again, jerk?"

As Sasuke stood up, his mood was beginning to drop at an exponential rate. But, for a moment, he watched the glares and stares from the villagers around them. On rooftops, there was a ANBU watching from a distance, so concealed, he almost missed it. Judging by Naruto's tamed expression, he noticed them too. However, Sasuke shot that thought down. There was no way the Uzumaki was that spatially aware. He faltered in his stance for a split second. People were nearing, people were speaking, people were raising their hands.

"Moron." Sasuke glared. "Fine, I'm-"

"I'm sorry, alright?" Naruto leveled his own glare. A flicker of fear in his eyes silenced Sasuke once more.

Sasuke's mouth dropped.

"What?" Naruto smirked, trying to ease the mood.

Hn.

Sasuke shoved his hands in his pocket, bumping his shoulder past Naruto, shoving him aside. Giving the boy a glance, he smirked back. "What? Are you gonna keep standing there like a moron, or are you going come and fail this graduation test?"

Naruto, for all his courage and meathead tendencies, face-faulted. "You little bastard."

Hn. "You're shorter than me, loser."


Naruto sat against the swing, something that had become somewhat of a tradition as of late. More often than not, when parents came to grab their little crotch goblins, he sat there, waiting, patiently, sorrowfully, even, forehead pressed to the ropes dangling so dangerously. Hands clutching the chaffing binds, he heard them. The whispers. Endlessly playing in the back of his mind, cursing, yammering on about his failures. They would not stop.

In the corner of it all, he watched as Sasuke was doing the same, however, donning the hitai-ate of Konoha. His face reflected his own, the empty glare, arms crossed over his chest. Sasuke was many things, but this was the first time Naruto had ever seen him look vulnerable. Mizuki was close to Sasuke, congratulating the child, but remained a little too close for Naruto's tastes. The man was a teacher, yet for some reason, he was almost leering at the Uchiha.

I can already hear the conversation. 'Oh, Sasuke, you and the Uchiha are so great.' Naruto gagged at the words. Hm. I gotta say though, Sasuke looks a little off. His jaw looks slimmer. I don't know, it might be the light and the angle or something. I dunno.

Naruto kept to himself, blue eyes suddenly locking with onyx. There was an unspoken understanding, uncomfortable, afraid. But Naruto broke his gaze, looking down at the patches of grass and the roots peering through the topsoil. He could feel everything pressed against him, but for some reason, Sasuke's gaze pierced harder than everyone else's. He could feel his eyes hyper-focusing on his small form, almost making him shrink even further into the swing.

He noticed a shift in demeanor. Sasuke was speaking to Mizuki, thanking him, if is lips were any indication. This time, there was something definitely off about Sasuke. His lips were thicker, slightly fuller than ever before. Listen, he may have taken a glance once or twice to see what Sakura and the others were raving about—this was different. Rubbing his eyes, Naruto could swear Sasuke's eyelashes were longer. Shaking his head, Mizuki left, giving a bow to Sasuke. The chunin turned on his heels and started his trek toward him.

"Oi, Naruto!" Mizuki called with a somber smile. "How are you? I know… I know you must be devastated right now…"

"I…" Naruto frowned. "What can I say? Another test failed, time to redo everything again, right?"

"Naruto, listen. You are talented and strong. I mean, you pulled off everything else without a hitch. It's just the Bunshin."

"You know I have too much chakra for it. There's no way I can pass until I perfect my chakra control."

"What if I told you there was another way to graduate?"


Demon.

Monster.

Creature.

It all made sense. It all finally made sense.

Naruto pressed his back against the tree, tears streaming down his face. Scroll clutched to his chest, the boy was in full panic. Mizuki was in the back, screaming at the top of his lungs, insults, lies. He wasn't a demon, he couldn't be! Hands gripping the scroll for dear life, he refused to let Mizuki get his hands on it. Iruka was back there, pinned against his own comrade. Delirious laughter, baseless accusations, Naruto couldn't take it anymore.

Blinded by tears, he stood, using the tree as a crutch. He stumbled, mumbling incoherent words, he was ready to give up the scroll, ready to be killed by his former teacher. The man was right, he was a demon. He was a creature. He was everything he had ever heard. He was nothing. A being less than dirt. A monster. The acts he had done in his life, rushed back to him. The unyielding hate everyone displayed for him, smashing into his mind. The curses, the things thrown at him, the denials, the lies. Heart racing, Naruto cursed wildly, realizing in an instant of vivid clarity; everything was a goddamn lie. A lie. Lies. Lies. Lies.

"You're right."

Iruka's words came like a hammer, smashing against Naruto's chest. He paused, scroll slipping from his grip.

"You'd be right if he was the demon fox." Iruka chuckled weakly. "But Naruto is different! I know that he is an exceptional student. He works very hard, and he's single-minded and clumsy at the same time. No one accepts him, but he knows the meaning of human suffering. He is not the demon fox—he's Uzumaki Naruto, citizen of Konoha!"

Whatever Mizuki said ran into one ear and out the other. Without thinking, he rushed from the tree roots he hid. Scroll held under one arm, he rushed at Mizuki. Head tilted down, his head crashed against Mizuki, sending his shuriken flying into the woods and himself, toppling over his limp limbs and legs. Rolling about the dirt and stone, he crashed against a tree.

"You fucking freak!" Mizuki bellowed deliriously. "You caught me off guard… next time you won't-"

"If you touch Iruka-sensei one more time… I'll kill you!"

"Bring it one, monster! Show me what you can do fox!"


Satsuki cursed, ripping the binding and bandages from her body. Running a hand through her hair, she struggled to take in breath. The looks Mizuki was giving her, it was as if he knew her secret. Shivering within the confines of her own bathroom, there was a feeling that she was being watched. It was real, as if the person stood behind her. Leering, inching ever closer, the sweaty, greasy palms, ready to grab her bare shoulder and throw her to the ground.

The last Uchiha in the village; a woman at that. The thoughts whirled in her head. At lightning speeds, her eyes snapped shut, arms and hands rushing to her chest. She curled, shielding what was left of her bare skin from sight. However, there was no one else in the apartment but herself. Winds blew against wind chimes hanging from her balcony, to the wisps of smoke drifting from the burning incense. As the tears began to form, she hid her face within her open palms, trying to hide from the stares. Hide from the whispers.

She cringed, muscles tightening, legs brought up to her chest, she wept on the cold bathroom floor. The fire that once burned righteously in her heart, began to douse. Weaker it flickered. Hate me. Hate me, little sister. Return to me when you have the same eyes. Hate. Hate. Hate. Her brows furrowed, reigniting that flame. Roaring through her body, she relaxed. Her muscles no longer locking up, she turned, skin kissing the stone-cold floor. Turning about, she forced herself to stand, despite the weight pressing down on her.

Eyes. Whispers. Fear.

Running a hand through her sweat-slicked hair, she stumbled to her feet, falling back into the wall behind her. Sliding to the floor, she took slow, deep breaths. Satsuki gulped, sniffling, wiping the tears from her face. The words of her father echoing in her head. "While I do not agree with this idea of transforming your appearance, even with your mother's convincing… if this is what you believe will earn you strength; then prove it. You can change how you look, but you can never change the blood that flows in your veins. You are an Uchiha; Satsuki, or Sasuke; it doesn't matter. If you want to be strong like your brother Itachi, only through blood, sweat and tears, will you be strong."

Satsuki smacked her lips, staring at the cracked mirror. I was always a girl. I was always Uchiha Satsuki. I just wanted to be looked at the same way people looked at Itachi. How many kunoichi fight like he can? How many kunoichi are treated as well as any male shinobi is? How many kunoichi do anything more than genjutsu and medical ninjutsu? How many are more than support? How many can go toe to toe without being brought down and insulted for just being women? As a boy… I never received hate, discrimination, nor did I ever receive pointless remarks. I was just someone who did as what was expected of them. I was someone who was praised and never bothered.

As a girl, as the last surviving and last loyal of one of the noble clans of this village, what the fuck does everyone expect? I imagine the same would have been done to the Hyuuga if Hinata or her sister were the last surviving members. Dōjutsu kekkei genkai are prized and coveted by every ninja village. I wouldn't doubt, as far as I can throw myself, that other villages have their own and would absolutely kill to have another. I mean… didn't Hinata get kidnapped by the Hidden Cloud? I remember my father saying something about that one day with mother.

I would be experimented on, I would be used and treated as nothing more than an object if I were a dainty, little kunoichi. These other girls are so beneath me, so painfully average… they can go off and become ninja and die in some forgotten field for all I care. I wouldn't doubt if that really happened, honestly. The only girls that really stand any hell of a chance would be Ino and Hinata and that's because they come from illustrious clans. Everyone else? Gods… help those poor bitches. I know who I am and I know what I am going to do. I'm going to kill Itachi. I'm going to avenge my clan. I'm going to restore my clan on my own terms. However… do any of them know what they're going to do?

Day in and day out, they cared more about Sasuke, than they did really learning about history, combat tactics and ninjutsu. Many only did the bare minimum. Seeing how insane most of them are, and their herd mentality, they would flock and ravage the first person who dares ruin their little bubble world. So, I became Sasuke. I became a boy to avoid being in their annoying little gaze, but that didn't work, when my skills far outshined literally everyone else. Father wanted me to prove that I can be strong, boy or girl, and I did that. Now look at me… my seal is breaking. I need to talk to the Hokage as soon as I can and get this damn thing fixed.

The way Mizuki looked at me. The way he was getting closer and closer… if it weren't for Naruto looking so pathetic, I think he might have tried something worse. I didn't even realize how bad it was getting until I got home. The damn seal had faltered so badly, I was looking more and more feminine as the seconds passed. No one can know yet. No one. I'm not ready. I can't defend myself yet. I need… I need time.

Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, but at least her heart had finally calmed down. Pushing off the floor, she stumbled into her living room, fumbling through into her bedroom. Hands drifted through her closet until her fingers brushed against a silk kimono. Sliding her arms through it, she tied the sash and fell to bed.

Hate me, little sister.

Tears began to fall once more.

I can't.


Naruto walked into the classroom, chest beating like a drumroll. For a second he blinked, he was actually nervous. Five bowls of ramen and a good drink of water and normally that would get him going for an entire day, however, that confidence and joy waned with very step he took toward that door. People were in there, talking and laughing and joking like old friends. He knew the second he stepped foot in there, all their attention would fall on him.

That was something he really didn't want to deal with. Beating Mizuki within an inch of his life was a life-changing experience. Iruka giving him his hitai-ate, even better. All of that joy, the first actual night of dreamless sleep he had ever received, vanished as the door slid open. Taking a deep breath, his smile began to form, stretching from ear to ear, flashing the metal plate of his hitai-ate. Conversations stopped at the drop of a dime.

Eyes turned to him as he played the oblivious card. Waltzing into the room, with his hands clasped behind his head, he walked to his seat, whistling with the cheesiest, shit-eating grin he had ever worn in his life. Taking a seat beside Sasuke, as he had no choice for the last four years, he tried to mind his own business. But that glance that Sasuke was shooting his way was beginning to annoy him.

"What?" Naruto asked.

"I thought graduating students were allowed in here." Sasuke said in his usual monotone voice.

"You see this hitai-ate, asshole? It means I'm a ninja too."

"That doesn't mean anything, loser." Sasuke glared. "I don't know how you got it, and honestly, I couldn't care less. You are not a ninja."

Before he could respond, Naruto was in front of him, squatted with a glare marring his whiskered face. Sasuke glared back, keeping his composure. The Uzumaki scowled, "wanna say that again, asshole?"

"A hitai-ate doesn't make a ninja, loser." Sasuke pushed, focusing his glare. To his annoyance, fangirls had joined, Sakura and Ino, the loudest of the whole pack, were screaming at Naruto, bellowing as if their throats would never go hoarse. Come on. Not now.

"W-What?" Naruto turned to them. "S-Sakura-chan… I just…"

"Stop glaring at Sasuke-kun, this instant!" She screamed, fists raised, ready to swing.

Naruto however, ignored her request and returned to their stare down. Words and curses flying between their simple gaze, crashing and clashing like the song of blades in the midst of a great battlefield. They were unbroken, neither willing to budge. This wasn't like graduation day when they crashed into each other; this was their pride and egos under question. Closer they got to one another, the tips of their noses beginning to touch.

Naruto panicked; they were too close. Sasuke was beginning to pull back, the red of his cheeks beginning to form. They could feel each other's breath dancing against their upper lips. Satsuki cringed; she was still a boy to everyone else. As luck would have it, someone wasn't paying attention. Closer, Naruto began to close the distance, eyes widening by the second. Their lips crashed into one another.

What the fuck?!/This fucking moron!

All sound sucked from the room. It was so quiet; a pin drop would sound like an explosive tag. Immediately pulling away, Naruto and Sasuke gagged and choked, spitting wildly across the room. Neither wanted to say anything, neither wanted to speak of it ever again. Naruto couldn't believe what had just happened and Satsuki wanted to disappear.

Screams, screeches, faints. People watched with complete horror as the dead last and the best student in the class fell to the floor as if they had been poisoned. Fangirls gathered, fists and knuckles cracking. Naruto, tears in his poor eyes, looked at them with pleading tears. Please, don't hurt me too bad.

"Everyone, take your seats!"

The debt is paid! Naruto sighed with relief. I saved him… he saved me.

I cannot believe that just happened. Satsuki cursed within her mind. Wiping her face on her arm warmers for good measure, Sasuke took his seat once again, fighting the reddening of his cheeks. She wanted to slap herself, kick herself or something, just to forget that this moment ever happened. Her first kiss, stolen by the stupidest, most idiotic person she had ever met. Thankfully, Naruto was in the same boat. He could not fathom his bad luck. His first kiss, stolen, by an asshole, a boy no less! Shaking his head, he took his seat, hands running through his hair.

Satsuki watched him from the corner of her eye, narrowing with fury. I get it. Everyone thinks I'm a guy, but you can't think it was that bad. I know his opinion shouldn't matter, but damn it does that annoy me.

"Anyway…" Iruka tapped the chalkboard behind him. "It has been an incredible journey and an incredible honor to have been your teacher in your first steps to become shinobi. I am beyond proud of each and every single one of you and I know that you will do incredible things in the future. As a final farewell before I give your team assignments, I just want you to know that I, along with everyone in Konoha, believes in you."


A bell test. A stupid bell test that, in the end, was a goddamn lie.

Satsuki cut a kunai through the binding tape and bandages with a frustrated growl. Throwing the offending linen away, she rested against the sink of her bathroom, head inches away from the cracks blackened with dried blood. Her reflection remained shattered in this hole of solitude. A reflection that rung true to her aching chest.

Hands ran across her skin, wincing at the bruises her new sensei had inflicted. She swore he broke a rib or something. In the end, it was about teamwork. Biting her lip, just as she bit the bullet to feed Naruto on the training grounds, she sighed. The Hokage's words ringing in her head. If she wanted to find and kill her brother, if she wanted to achieve any of her goals, she needed to do it the right way. She needed to be a friend to her new comrades. She needed to be more than Uchiha Sasuke, avenger, she needed to be Uchiha Satsuki, loyal Uchiha.

Clutching the edges of her sink, she took a deep breath, sighing into herself. The frustrations, the anger, the annoyance of Sakura and Naruto, multiplying in the back of her head, it was almost too much. As stupid as the whole situation was, the Hokage was right. Itachi was strong, if he managed to kill the entire Clan in a single night. No one in their right mind would think going against him alone would be the right choice of action. And she wasn't the highest marked student for nothing. The Hokage would give her a squad, teachers, equipment, information. All she needed to do, was play along until she was chunin, she needed to keep the illusion going for just a few more months.

She had everything planned out. Training regimens, strict bedtime and meditation, she would do all she could to remain in the good graces of the Hokage. She could not risk losing her one chance to defeat her brother. However, as the intrusive thoughts began to trickle into the recesses of her tired, adolescent mind, she stopped. Hands beginning to tremble, arms shaking in their sockets. Itachi stared at her in the mirror, his calm smile and the brotherly gaze he always gave her before poking her forehead.

Hate me.

She clenched her teeth, snapping her eyes shut.

Hate me, little sister.

The red sky and white and black monochrome of Tsukuyomi blaring in the void of her eyelids.

Hate me.

She shook her head. Her thoughts took over. Screaming incoherent words, she punched the porcelain sink, spilling blood across the white surface. Shouting and crying out to no one, she slammed her fists into the mirror, shattering what was left, completely. Glass embedded between her knuckles, she gasped out, falling back into the cold hard tile walls of her bathroom. Heart racing at speeds unfelt before, her legs sprawled out in front of her, spent and weaker than she had ever felt in her life.

I c-can't! Her hands rushed to her head, screaming agonizing pain as her fingers bent and extended, running through the sweat-slicked follicles of raven hair. I can't do it! I can't hate you! I can't hate anyone!

Return to me when we have the same eyes.

I can't do it.

A thud was heard in the apartment, snapping her from her tears. Hands trembling, dripping with blood, she snapped to her feet, throwing on the shirt of Sasuke. Forcing chakra into the seal on the nape of her neck, she froze mid-step. It was no longer responding. Panic, fear, terror. It began to envelope her, rising up to drown her in its grasp. Carefully, she reached down grabbing a wad of toilet paper and wrapping around a glass shard slightly larger than a kunai. Careful not draw more of her own blood, she readied herself as she opened the door.

Someone was in her apartment. Someone must have heard her delirium. Someone had finally decided to show themselves. Springing into action, she charged for where the sound had come from. Her window was open, wind drifting against the curtains dangling carefree. She snapped, feeling a presence behind her. Hand out, she grabbed fabric and slammed the weight against a wall, glass shard inches away from whoever's face it was.

Onyx eyes met cerulean blue.

"N-Naruto?!"

"S-Sasuke?!"

"W-What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Y-You're a girl?!"


To give some insight into Satsuki's thought process, I'm somewhat hyperfixating on some offhand comment that Madara made to Tsunade during the war. Some old cliche's are used, but do not worry, no bullshit ass CRA tropes are used in this fanfiction. Those make me roll my eyes so far up my skull, I can see my brain. No, Satsuki has actual reason for hiding her gender. Don't forget, Hiruzen, for all his talk of the will of fire, was a total piece of shit (honestly after years of introspection and rewatches and lore dumps on YouTube, I've come to despise him as much as I despise Danzo), so absolute nothing is out of pocket when it comes to that man. A Village Kage is a military dictator, first and foremost, and as such, every shinobi, every ninjutsu, every clan and thier abilities are weapons for the Village, don't let that Will of Fire drivel convince you otherwise.

Okay, there are more changes, significant changes, I mean after all, there's a war to end all wars, giants and great fucking fights coming in the future. However, the most important fucking change that is absolutely necessary; there is no goddamn Ootsutsuki alien bullshit, no reincarnation nonsense and most importantly, no Infinite Tsukuyomi bullshit. Madara is a different idea, Zetsu is something else entirely, all the things that annoyed the living hell out of me are gone and rewritten into something else. The Akatsuki is something else too, so there's that.
Summer's here, I'm not working and this semester is over - I'll be getting back into writing fanfiction for now, so enjoy it while it lasts lmfao

ja ne!

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