1Prologue
The night was cold, chilling to the bone. A tall man with his two sons walked through a darkened street in Konoha Village. The black silhouette of a small figure lying on the road caught their attention.
"What is that father?" the youngest boy tugged on his fathers sleeve and pointed to the figure.
"Hmm… I don't care what it is, but I care why it is polluting our town." the man eagerly walked over to the shadow, ready to take out the trash. The father's large hand reached over and grabbed the collar of what now clearly seemed to be a child. The three of the Uchiha gasped; it was a young girl. Blood streamed down the side of her face, she seemed maybe a bit younger then the older son, Itachi. Long white strands of hair fell to her shoulders and it was hardened with blood. Her pale skin reflected the moon and she wore rags for clothes. The crimson of blood was splattered all over her body. What happened to her? This was a mystery that was never solved.
"Father...it's a girl." Sasuke, the smaller one, looked at the girl with a confused look. "And she isn't an Uchiha."
"I know Sasuke." He wrapped her in his arms and carried the light body towards the house.
"F-father what are you doing!?" Itachi stepped back in disgust, "your not seriously taking that girl in, are you!? Throw her in the woods and leave her to the animals."
Itachi's father stopped, only the bloodied white hair and the legs of the girl could be seen peeking out from in front of the man's wide back.
"I'm taking her in Itachi, if I hear one complaint of anyone around here; then they will deal with my punishment." and with a quick step he walked into the home without looking back.
Sasuke and Itachi stood in the street. Sasuke seemed confused and looked up at his older brother. "Why would father want to take that girl in? She's not an Uchiha."
Itachi's eyes flashed red and he stared intensely at the door, as if his father was still standing there. This scared Sasuke, he had never seen his brother seem so angry.
"I know Sasuke. Father is a fool." was his cold reply.
Even though the next morning the girl woke up, she still needed many days to heal the many wounds on her body. Her forehead had been bleeding badly and her arm was broken. She couldn't remember where she was from, her family, her name, or what had happened to her. So they decided to call her Sparrow, for she resembled the small bird. She was small, cute, and full of joy and energy; just like her namesake.
Surprisingly, Sasuke didn't seem to mind that his father simply adored this girl. Sasuke really liked her too; she was like a big sister to him. While Itachi had little time for the little boy, Sparrow enjoyed spending time with the young Uchiha. She read him stories, made some up about Itachi. Sasuke's favorite one was the one where Itachi got attacked by a chicken, and the mighty Sasuke; savior of the world had to come to his rescue. All the boys of the village thought Sparrow was cute, and brought her flowers and get well cards. The young ninjas turned and blushed as she smiled and thanked them. The only person who despised Sparrow was Itachi.
Over the past weeks the man she now knew as her father was teaching her to fight. It was just a few simple kicks and punches an agility test from here to there. Sasuke rooted her on the whole way. She ran quickly, and had almost mastered many of the moves taught to her. She had great skills and had the potential to be an exceptional kunoichi.
The sun was starting to set, and darkness was falling on the quiet town. Sparrow was in the forest trying to improve her chakra control and power. She lost track of time, not realizing night had begun to fall and her father would be angry if she didn't arrive home on curfew. She rose to her feet and sucked in a deep breath of the fresh twilight air. Her mind wandered as she looked up towards the pink-streaked sky. Time passed and the sharp sound metal awoke her from her daydream abruptly.
"What was that?" she became worried, a scream was heard.
"Oh no…" she raced towards the town, dodging sharp branches and gnarled roots as she scurried through the lush forest.
Hurling herself out of the trees she rushed towards the street in front of the Uchiha clan home.
"Father!? Sasuke!?" she looked frantically for them
Her feet skidded on the ground as she halted before the expansive house. Her eyes widened in pure terror. The ground was soaked in red liquid… fresh blood. Sparrow pushed open the door and walked through it in shock. She looked at the countless bodies of the clan members that lay around her. Every Uchiha in the village had been brutally murdered. As she walked past the main room, she heard the small whimper of a child.
"Sasuke?" she received no answer.
"Sasuke is that you?" she slid the door open quietly, peering into the darkness of the room. She almost fainted at the sight. Sasuke kneeled in front of the corpses of his parents. The ones Sparrow had come to call her own mother and father.
"Oh my god..."
The young shinobi looked up, tears streaming down his face. He sniffled a few times.
"I-it was Itachi..." Sasuke stuttered.
"He killed them… he killed them all!" a deathly silence fell over the dark room as Sparrow stared in disbelief. Tears formed in the corner of her green eyes and streaked down her pale cheeks.
"Itachi... how could you." Sasuke turned around at the sudden sound of footsteps running down the hallway, away from the horrible scene in the room. Sparrow had run away, Sasuke was left alone. The older brother who betrayed him, and the one he had grown to love as a sister both left him. Neither Sasuke nor Itachi heard from her again, until one day years later; when Itachi was forced to face his fate with the girl from his past.
Chapter 1A young silver-haired woman walked down a dusty path in Konohagakure, wiping beads of sweat from her brow. The summer's late afternoon sun was blazing down on the town, making the air horribly hot and humid.
"It is way too hot today." She said to herself as she flicked a few stray strands of her white hair into a ponytail. The path she was on lead into a small patch of shady trees, the perfect place to relax and get out of the harsh glare of the sun. Sitting herself down at the bottom of a tree she didn't notice a sharp kunai sailing quickly towards her face. It had been intended to miss her, but the razor sharp edge grazed her cheek. As it embedded itself into the rough tree bark, a small red cut appeared across her pale cheek. The young girl looked around, her eyes widened with shock.
Leaves rustled nearby, and a man stepped from behind a tree. The stranger walked towards her slowly. He seemed so oddly familiar yet the woman could not place him, the memory remained just out of her reach. His eyes were closed and he didn't open them as he neared. Reaching over her shoulder she tugged the kunai out of the tree and pointed the blade towards him
"Who are you and what do you want?" she searched his face for answers.
He opened his eyes slowly; his faced carried a familiar look of disgust when he caught sight of her.
"You're that orphan girl…that imitation Uchiha, aren't you?" he asked coldly.
"What?" her mind raced, trying to remember who he was. A sudden image flashed in her mind of red eyes and so much blood.
"Itachi?"
"How'd you guess?" he started to walk towards her, his steely gaze unwavering.
"You don't count as Uchiha... but I'll allow you to share their fates nonetheless."
The sharp sound of a blade was heard and his eyes flashed red, the sharingan; the eyes that made the Uchiha the elite shinobi they were. He casually ran towards her with the kunai gripped tightly in his hand.
The woman stepped back and then quickly jumped in the air. She lighted upon the ground soundlessly as she landed behind him.
"I'm not the mistake Itachi; you are!" she yelled at him, anger showing through her face.
Sprinting towards him the kunai was raised high in the air, the sharp blade waiting to slice into his back. Itachi spun around, his thick cloak twirling through the humid air. When his hands came from below the cloth, his hands were filled with kunai and shuriken. He waited for the right time to strike, a flurry of blades at his command.
"I am the sole survivor of the Uchiha clan; Sasuke was worthless and you…you're just a mere interloper. And you say I'm the mistake." He rushed at her, his speed increasing. He hurled the weapons; they sliced through the air towards the woman's torso and head. She slipped by the razor-edges with grace. She turned and glared, focusing on the cold, red sharingan eyes.
"I'm sorry that your father adopted me, and I'm sorry that you hate me." She stood her ground, staring defiantly as he rushed towards her.
"Sorry? Sorry means nothing!" more kunai were pulled from inside his black cloak. When he reached her he opened his hands, the clatter of steel hitting the ground filled the air. His hand quickly formed a fist. He swung his hand through the air, aiming for her cheek. Her hand quickly shot up, catching his angry attack with ease. Her hand wrapped tightly around his. She didn't let go, and his hand was trapped.
"Well, killing won't solve anything, Itachi!"
His eyes glared at her then widened for a moment as she disappeared and appeared behind him holding the blade of a kunai to his neck.
"I won't kill you, if you don't kill me." Even though she didn't like fighting she had to protect herself. And if killing Itachi was the only way; then so be it.
Itachi's chakra fell to its normal level, and he dropped his hand back underneath his cloak.
"You think you can kill me Sparrow?" closing his eyes he sighed, "I'm not that easy."
Sparrow smiled took the kunai away.
"Oh, I know that Itachi. I've seen what you did to the Uchiha, but I don't think you can kill me." Reaching over she placed her hand on his head and ruffled up his black hair. Itachi was starting to get irritated. He began whispering, eyes closed. His hands clasped together to form a few quick seals. A thick fog started rolling in from ever direction. Sparrow looked around, a hint of surprise edging into her voice.
"W-what are you doing, Itachi?!" She could no longer see him. He had disappeared into the fog. Sparrow looked around. She unhooked a weapon she was very good at wielding. It was a long chain with a sharp blade shining at the end. Swinging it around in circles she looked for him, the fog was so thick that it made finding him impossible. Itachi leaned against a tree and crossed his arms. The fight was over, or so it seemed. He sat down against the thick trunk and closed his eyes, his head lowered.
"Itachi…why did you kill them?" Sparrow had lowered her weapon, but she remained alert, in case of a surprise attack.
"To test my capacity and…someone else's." Itachi's voice kept the same flat, uncaring tone.
"Who else's?"
"It doesn't matter…"
"You're a fool Itachi." Sparrow placed both of her hands on her hips mockingly and snickered.
He glared at her through the fog and the two shadowed, blurry figures stood in the white, foggy forest…waiting for a conclusion of their battle to occur.