Difference

Author: Swimming Angel

Chapter One: Change

NOTE!

HUGE NOTE! AHHHH! I realize that the first chapter's getting to people. Oh dear, I never thought of it this way. But, a reviewer got to me and I want to stop the idea now! I'M NOT REPLACING SASUKE! NOT REPLACING SASUKE! READ THE PROLOGUE TOO! AHHHHHH! That's killing me... especially the summary!

"Darling, which bow would you like to put in your hair?" an elderly lady asked. She was clothed in comfortable material, ideal for an elite jounin who has experienced missions of utter difficulty.

"Um… I'll get the pink one!" apparently the daughter of the lady replied.

"I should have known, seeing as how your favorite color is pink. Now remember, be good to your sensei and be nice to your classmates today. Understand?" the lady warned, trying to set a good example for her own child.

"What if they don't like me?" the child asked, scared about her first day of school.

"Don't worry, they will. You're the sweetest girl I know, and that's the truth," the mother replied and smiled warmly.

A sound of a sliding door was heard from behind the two females. In came a foot followed by a man about a year older than the lady. He was tall and wore a type of clothing similar to the mother, signifying his status of a jounin. His appearance contained long, black hair and dark eyes that if looked carefully, gave the appearance of a dark and lonesome past. However, a smile appeared on his face when entering the room. Who couldn't help but smile at a happy wife and daughter? It was an essential image of peace and tranquility.

The first words that came upon the man's lips were, "You have your mother's and my bloodline. Do not disappoint me."

"Hai," the girl responded with utmost reverence.

"Good morning, class. Welcome to the Academy. Please come with me. I'd like to see where everyone stands as far as talents go. Let us have shuriken and kunai practice today! Follow me!" the sensei ordered and walked outside the Academy where several vertical logs on the ground appeared. As instructed, the children began throwing the shuriken and kunai as best as possible. The goal was to place all the equipment on the logs. The first part of class consisted of practicing with the kunai. After a half an hour passed, the sensei asked the children to line up in a line, and she would evaluate their skill with the kunai. The most skilled children could only place three kunai out of the six on the log.

"Uchiha Sierra, please come forward," the sensei commanded.

"Hai," Sierra replied and gathered all kunai between her fingers. Gathering as much charka as possible, Sierra waited for the precise moment. In a swift, easy motion, she swung the kunai with almost precise accuracy. Five out of the six kunai hit the log in a straight line. Gasps and whispering were heard among the children.

"Uchiha Sasuke, come forward," the sensei demanded, giving no consent to Sierra.

Sasuke walked towards the appropriate spot to throw his kunai. In a second, all the kunai were placed in a straight line. More amazement swept across the children. Interestingly enough, both were from the Uchiha clan, although distantly related from the other.

A frown was placed on Sierra's face. She hated to lose, no matter who it was to. Sasuke started walking up to her. What was he doing now? Was he about to mock her on her attempt to place all kunai as he had?

"Good job, I'm glad someone can throw kunais well," Sasuke congratulated and smiled with a thumb up.

A look of astonishment and relief came upon Sierra's face and dark eyes, "Thank-you… Uh, you too!"

Later on, the same results appeared during shuriken practice as well. No matter the results, Sierra found herself a new friend. This was the start of a new day.

After the Academy hours were over, the children were sent home to their parents. At the home of Uchiha Sierra, dinner had begun.

"How was the Academy today, Sierra?" the mother--previously introduced--asked.

"It was fun. I was one of the top of the class during shuriken and kunai practice. I met a person too," Sierra said sweetly.

"Oh? And who might that be," the mother asked curiously.

"His name is Uchiha Sasuke," Sierra replied courteously.

Her father intervened in the conversation, "Uchiha Sasuke, eh? He is the brother of Uchiha Itachi and son of the guardian of this clan."

"Uchiha Itachi has a brother? We must not hear of him often. I believe Itachi is known to be the successor of the Sharingan. Amazing and such a young age is quite remarkable," the mother said.

"It is quite remarkable. It would not surprise me if his younger brother is talented as well. He may not pass Itachi but should become a great shinobi," the father commented.

"I must agree. Tell me Sierra, how was Sasuke's performance today?" the mother asked.

"He was the best at throwing the kunai and shuriken. I only could throw five out of the six kunais in a straight line towards a log. He could throw all six," Sierra said with a tone of embarrassment.

"Well, we might as well expect great things of him. However, Sierra, don't be discouraged from Sasuke. If you work hard, perhaps you can surpass Sasuke," the mother advised and winked.

However, the father bluntly said, "A genius is a genius. No matter how much hard work a ninja does, he will never surpass a genius."

"Hirota, do not say such things in front of Sierra! I guarantee you that our daughter can surpass the other Uchiha family if she tries," the mother replied, appalled by the sudden statement.

"You have only done thirteen A-ranked missions and have only been promoted to a jounin for only ten years. I have been a jounin for twenty years and have completed many A-ranked missions. Do not contradict my statements. I, too, have once thought they same as you have. However, since the day of my banishment, I have thought otherwise. The outside world is relentless. You have always been protected since you have stayed in this clan since you were young. I lived in the Hyuuga clan for many years, and I believed I was protected too until-" Hirota angrily fired at his wife.

"Sierra is listening to every word you say. I suggest not opening your mouth again," the wife angrily stated with a calm tone that many men would fear, "Sierra, go to your room and sleep. Your father does not feel good today."

Stunned, Sierra ran towards her bed. What has happened to her father? He was banished from the Hyuuga clan? But when- she never heard such a thing before.

A week had passed and many classes were fulfilled. Sierra had learned much from Sasuke and his own family. So much information was in the world that she had never known. There were different types of jutsus. She also learned ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu. Sasuke even helped her with attacks and defenses and even showed her his own techniques that he learned from his father. This technique included Katon Goukakyuu no Jutsu. As months passed, both Sierra and Sasuke's skills improved. They learned from each other and had a will of steel. They both had aspiring dreams and always performed well in class. One day, they decided that they should practice alone in the forest. Learning to be in the wild for several hours practicing new techniques would surely improve their own techniques.

Hours had passed, and supplies were used up by Sierra. Shuriken and kunai were surrounding her on every place imaginable. Food was left to mere crumbs. There was no longer anything that she could do. Her bother was worn out from using so much chakra. It was time to leave the forest. Sierra began running with what little energy was left from training towards the village. The village was dark and quiet. Lights were already turned off yet night had only begun just minutes ago.

"That's weird. I recall lights being turned off much later than now," Sierra muttered to herself. Without hesitation, she took out three shuriken and placed them strategically between her fingers as she had done during training. After concentrating all of her hearing to determine if there was any noise around her, she discovered the area was desolate except for one place. Sierra began running as quickly as possible. What was the meaning of this? With a quick motion, she opened the door of Uchiha Sasuke's home. There on the floor was newly spun blood on the floor and on the fingers of a boy older than Sasuke but younger than her own parents.

Flashback

"I believe Itachi is known to be the successor of the Sharingan. Amazing and such a young age is quite remarkable," Sierra's mother replied.

Flashback

"Are you Itachi?" Sierra said. Her eyes began to water, and her voice trembled in such a manner that showed she was about to cry out of distress.

"Who are you?" Itachi asked and his eyes instantly turned dark red.

"What have you done to this clan?" Sierra yelled and threw the kunai at the murderer.

"I wanted to test my capabilities and the people's own capabilities of this pathetic clan," Itachi replied, not giving any remorse over his own words and silently moved away from the kunai without any motion seen from an untrained eye.

"Have you killed Sasuke?" Sierra yelled again, crying with grief, unable to stop her tears.

"You know my own brother, eh?" Itachi questioned with interest.

"You, -you killed him?" Sierra asked her eyes wide with disbelief, "Who would kill their own brother!"

"You ask too many questions," Itachi simply stated and started moving slowly towards his prey.

Without any thought, Sierra began running towards the other end. She quickly opened and closed the Uchiha doors and ran out of the clan. Itachi could have well caught up to the girl but felt there was no need. His own capabilities could well surpass the child's, and, thus, there was no need to test her capabilities.

From that moment on, Sierra's life was filled with grief and never found the taste of sweet happiness for many years. In a day, she had lost her own parents and friends from a disturbed mind that was the brother of her long-lost friend.

"Darling, which bow would you like to put in your hair?" an elderly lady asked. She was clothed in comfortable material, ideal for an elite jounin who has experienced missions of utter difficulty.

"Um… I'll get the pink one!" apparently the daughter of the lady replied.

"I should have known, seeing as how your favorite color is pink. Now remember, be good to your sensei and be nice to your classmates today. Understand?" the lady warned, trying to set a good example for her own child.

"What if they don't like me?" the child asked, scared about her first day of school.

"Don't worry, they will. You're the sweetest girl I know, and that's the truth," the mother replied and smiled warmly.

A sound of a sliding door was heard from behind the two females. In came a foot followed by a man about a year older than the lady. He was tall and wore a type of clothing similar to the mother, signifying his status of a jounin. His appearance contained long, black hair and dark eyes that if looked carefully, gave the appearance of a dark and lonesome past. However, a smile appeared on his face when entering the room. Who couldn't help but smile at a happy wife and daughter? It was an essential image of peace and tranquility.

The first words that came upon the man's lips were, "You have your mother's and my bloodline. Do not disappoint me."

"Hai," the girl responded with utmost reverence.

"Good morning, class. Welcome to the Academy. Please come with me. I'd like to see where everyone stands as far as talents go. Let us have shuriken and kunai practice today! Follow me!" the sensei ordered and walked outside the Academy where several vertical logs on the ground appeared. As instructed, the children began throwing the shuriken and kunai as best as possible. The goal was to place all the equipment on the logs. The first part of class consisted of practicing with the kunai. After a half an hour passed, the sensei asked the children to line up in a line, and she would evaluate their skill with the kunai. The most skilled children could only place three kunai out of the six on the log.

"Uchiha Sierra, please come forward," the sensei commanded.

"Hai," Sierra replied and gathered all kunai between her fingers. Gathering as much charka as possible, Sierra waited for the precise moment. In a swift, easy motion, she swung the kunai with almost precise accuracy. Five out of the six kunai hit the log in a straight line. Gasps and whispering were heard among the children.

"Uchiha Sasuke, come forward," the sensei demanded, giving no consent to Sierra.

Sasuke walked towards the appropriate spot to throw his kunai. In a second, all the kunai were placed in a straight line. More amazement swept across the children. Interestingly enough, both were from the Uchiha clan, although distantly related from the other.

A frown was placed on Sierra's face. She hated to lose, no matter who it was to. Sasuke started walking up to her. What was he doing now? Was he about to mock her on her attempt to place all kunai as he had?

"Good job, I'm glad someone can throw kunais well," Sasuke congratulated and smiled with a thumb up.

A look of astonishment and relief came upon Sierra's face and dark eyes, "Thank-you… Uh, you too!"

Later on, the same results appeared during shuriken practice as well. No matter the results, Sierra found herself a new friend. This was the start of a new day.

After the Academy hours were over, the children were sent home to their parents. At the home of Uchiha Sierra, dinner had begun.

"How was the Academy today, Sierra?" the mother--previously introduced--asked.

"It was fun. I was one of the top of the class during shuriken and kunai practice. I met a person too," Sierra said sweetly.

"Oh? And who might that be," the mother asked curiously.

"His name is Uchiha Sasuke," Sierra replied courteously.

Her father intervened in the conversation, "Uchiha Sasuke, eh? He is the brother of Uchiha Itachi and son of the guardian of this clan."

"Uchiha Itachi has a brother? We must not hear of him often. I believe Itachi is known to be the successor of the Sharingan. Amazing and such a young age is quite remarkable," the mother said.

"It is quite remarkable. It would not surprise me if his younger brother is talented as well. He may not pass Itachi but should become a great shinobi," the father commented.

"I must agree. Tell me Sierra, how was Sasuke's performance today?" the mother asked.

"He was the best at throwing the kunai and shuriken. I only could throw five out of the six kunais in a straight line towards a log. He could throw all six," Sierra said with a tone of embarrassment.

"Well, we might as well expect great things of him. However, Sierra, don't be discouraged from Sasuke. If you work hard, perhaps you can surpass Sasuke," the mother advised and winked.

However, the father bluntly said, "A genius is a genius. No matter how much hard work a ninja does, he will never surpass a genius."

"Hirota, do not say such things in front of Sierra! I guarantee you that our daughter can surpass the other Uchiha family if she tries," the mother replied, appalled by the sudden statement.

"You have only done thirteen A-ranked missions and have only been promoted to a jounin for only ten years. I have been a jounin for twenty years and have completed many A-ranked missions. Do not contradict my statements. I, too, have once thought they same as you have. However, since the day of my banishment, I have thought otherwise. The outside world is relentless. You have always been protected since you have stayed in this clan since you were young. I lived in the Hyuuga clan for many years, and I believed I was protected too until-" Hirota angrily fired at his wife.

"Sierra is listening to every word you say. I suggest not opening your mouth again," the wife angrily stated with a calm tone that many men would fear, "Sierra, go to your room and sleep. Your father does not feel good today."

Stunned, Sierra ran towards her bed. What has happened to her father? He was banished from the Hyuuga clan? But when- she never heard such a thing before.

A week had passed and many classes were fulfilled. Sierra had learned much from Sasuke and his own family. So much information was in the world that she had never known. There were different types of jutsus. She also learned ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu. Sasuke even helped her with attacks and defenses and even showed her his own techniques that he learned from his father. This technique included Katon Goukakyuu no Jutsu. As months passed, both Sierra and Sasuke's skills improved. They learned from each other and had a will of steel. They both had aspiring dreams and always performed well in class. One day, they decided that they should practice alone in the forest. Learning to be in the wild for several hours practicing new techniques would surely improve their own techniques.

Hours had passed, and supplies were used up by Sierra. Shuriken and kunai were surrounding her on every place imaginable. Food was left to mere crumbs. There was no longer anything that she could do. Her bother was worn out from using so much chakra. It was time to leave the forest. Sierra began running with what little energy was left from training towards the village. The village was dark and quiet. Lights were already turned off yet night had only begun just minutes ago.

"That's weird. I recall lights being turned off much later than now," Sierra muttered to herself. Without hesitation, she took out three shuriken and placed them strategically between her fingers as she had done during training. After concentrating all of her hearing to determine if there was any noise around her, she discovered the area was desolate except for one place. Sierra began running as quickly as possible. What was the meaning of this? With a quick motion, she opened the door of Uchiha Sasuke's home. There on the floor was newly spun blood on the floor and on the fingers of a boy older than Sasuke but younger than her own parents.

Flashback

"I believe Itachi is known to be the successor of the Sharingan. Amazing and such a young age is quite remarkable," Sierra's mother replied.

Flashback

"Are you Itachi?" Sierra said. Her eyes began to water, and her voice trembled in such a manner that showed she was about to cry out of distress.

"Who are you?" Itachi asked and his eyes instantly turned dark red.

"What have you done to this clan?" Sierra yelled and threw the kunai at the murderer.

"I wanted to test my capabilities and the people's own capabilities of this pathetic clan," Itachi replied, not giving any remorse over his own words and silently moved away from the kunai without any motion seen from an untrained eye.

"Have you killed Sasuke?" Sierra yelled again, crying with grief, unable to stop her tears.

"You know my own brother, eh?" Itachi questioned with interest.

"You, -you killed him?" Sierra asked her eyes wide with disbelief, "Who would kill their own brother!"

"You ask too many questions," Itachi simply stated and started moving slowly towards his prey.

Without any thought, Sierra began running towards the other end. She quickly opened and closed the Uchiha doors and ran out of the clan. Itachi could have well caught up to the girl but felt there was no need. His own capabilities could well surpass the child's, and, thus, there was no need to test her capabilities.

From that moment on, Sierra's life was filled with grief and never found the taste of sweet happiness for many years. In a day, she had lost her own parents and friends from a disturbed mind that was the brother of her long-lost friend.