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Author's Notes
OMG, sooo much support from reviewers! I love each and every one of you, know matter what you say. That's because you make me a better writer in one way or another! The story's on a favorite list! AHHHH! Soooooo cool! I have to give a shout out to blahblah who helped with my summary. Summaries are so dang hard!
Sarah: I'm sorry if you feel that I "mock" the storyline of the Naruto series. I merely wrote this due to my own enjoyment and hopefully for others enjoyment. I hope that this chapter is a bit more original in your opinion.
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Bevy-chan: I must agree that the beginning chapter sounds like a Mary-sue. I tried and played that down in this chapter. Please tell me if I did. If I didn't, need to work harder on the next chapter don't I?
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Chapter Two: Sebir-A start of a new journey
Sierra ran and ran as fast as possible. Her legs were beyond worn and if anymore strenuous activities were placed upon her feet; her legs would become strained. The sun had begun to rise and cast a color that would normally bring a smile upon the girl's face. However, tears still streaked upon a once pure face that had never touched the feelings of supreme grief and fear. What did it matter now if she wanted to become a great ninja that her former self had wanted so badly? No one would congratulate her or even say like Sasuke always spoke of, "As expected of my child." All she could do now was run until her tired legs failed her body. Then she would have to rest. Would she die in such a loathsome forest? Over time, her legs began being accustomed with pain and did not noticed a pile of rocks, which allowed her to tumble into a pile of flowers. Her strength began to fail her since she had no dinner or breakfast. Sierra began to close her eyes. First it was a blink. Then her eyes were half-open. Then……
'Will this be how I shall die? What a short, worthless life…'
There was a smell in the air. A faint, lovely smell of cooking that happened during times of peace. Sierra began opening her eyes and adjusted them to find her in a small guest room surrounded by small paintings and ample furniture. Sierra muttered questioning words that pertained to her own surroundings. Suddenly she remembered her drifting off in a forest. Was this heaven and her mother's own cooking? She ran, following the faint smell with her nose. There in front of her was a lady that she had never seen before. She was tall, blonde haired, and young. She did not wear any type of ninja clothing, thus she must have had very little skill in becoming a ninja. Beside her sat a man in a stool reading a scroll. He had dark brown hair, scars in peculiar places, and wore a head protector. Judging by his articles of clothing and facial expression, he was either a recent jounin or high-ranked chuunin. Either way, Sierra could tell by his head protector that she was still in the Country of the Fire. However, this was quite far away from the Hidden Village of Konoha.
"You don't need to hide from us. You've been there for quite a while now. Come to the table. You must eat," the man plainly said, apparently aware of the child spy.
As commanded, Sierra left the wall's safety and walked in a confident manner. This greatly contrasted her innermost feelings though. Inside, she could feel herself shaken with fear of this chuunin or jounin. Sierra began opening her mouth and breathed out air until she was interrupted by the man yet again.
"My men and I were doing a mission nearby the Village of the Leaf. I believe that is where you originated? (Sierra nods) I see…" the man said, still reading the scroll.
"Honey, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. She must have been confused about where she is," the woman nearby the pots of simmering food, "Hello dear, you are currently in the village of Sebir. It's about a hundred miles from Konoha. You must be from the famous Uchiha clan, aren't you?"
Speechless by the distance, Sierra nodded in agreement. She was stunned that she was so far away from her own town. Of course, it wouldn't matter now. She was alone. Her family members were dead and so was Sasuke…
Not minding the silence given by Sierra, the lady began again with, "You are currently in the Kamiga household. I hope you feel welcomed here. Sebir may be a small village but very peaceful. Dinner should be ready in a few minutes. You can go back to your room or go outside with the children. My son is playing outside with the other children if you'd like to see him."
Sierra couldn't object to actually doing something other than sit in her room staring at the wall. Perhaps she could cheer up from her past of her clan –most likely not though. She began following the laughs and noises of jumping and running coming from outside and saw a door. She opened it and the surroundings appeared before her. The village was dainty and comfortable looking. Past the small houses lay a pile of forests. This made Sierra shudder at the thought of a forest due to her injuries. Thinking about injuries, Sierra looked downwards at her knees and saw bandages wrapped around her legs. What a sweet family, she had never seen a family with as much kindness as these people. After soaking up her environment which seemed like that she would stay here for a while, Sierra looked in front of her. Several girls and boys were in front of her in all shapes and sizes. There was one boy that caught her eye though. He looked similar to the lady and man she was introduced to inside the home. His hair was a dirty blonde color and his features looked like a person who worked hard no matter what the task and had a sort of attraction that any girl would either loathe or like. As they were playing, a boy threw a small ball towards a young girl. She was a bit clumsy and uncoordinated. The ball touched her fingers but went past her position. The ball landed beside Sierra's feet, and Sierra looked at it curiously. Suddenly, the boy that caught Sierra's eye came running towards.
"Hey, you must be the new girl. I'm Kamiga Toro. It's nice to meet you," Toro replied and gave an ear-to-ear smile.
"Hello, my name is Uchiha Sierra," Sierra replied and blushed, but secretly thinking how she had never experienced a guy that smiled so wide.
"Umm…. Can we have our ball back? You can play with us if you'd like," Toro explained and quickly received his ball again.
The children quickly began to realize this new girl was able to have accuracy almost unmatched by other children in the village. Perhaps if Sierra had experienced this privilege several years ago, she may have felt proud of herself. Now however, it seemed as if there was no need to show off to people. But, no matter how much she tried, Sierra had a talent that could never go away. (And these talents were inherited.)
"So she is from the Uchiha clan," a blonde-haired lady said to her husband, "I hear she and another boy were the only survivors under an attack by the famed Itachi. Interesting that only two children survived an attack that people with twice their skills could not. Don't you think it's odd that a girl like her could defeat such a person?"
"I find that it's not too strange. Once you do many missions, you find that there are many strange people in this world. Itachi, I've heard, has always been a person that does not express his emotions in the slightest degree and never seemed to care about anyone except his own brother. I do not know the reason for this, though. What I do know from the Hokage is that Itachi's own brother survived from the hands of Itachi. I don't understand why Itachi would kill his own clan—however, why leave a girl behind? If he had intentions of being a murderer, then why would he just leave two children behind? I don't understand his decision," the husband replied with a confused manner and sighed, "That's why I hate these murderers. They make things too complicated for the world to understand."
"Perhaps we will never know, but I feel sorry for the girl. She probably will never become truly happy, but maybe we can make her feel consent with the present. The problem is how we will be able to do this. I suppose she's probably like a second child now since you found her. Is that okay with you? It may be like an adopted daughter," the wife replied.
"It's one thing to keep a child for several days due to injury. Something like keeping her forever is not something that sits well with me," the man replied, crossing his arms.
His wife frowned and raised her voice, "Of all the unfortunate things she's just gone through, at least let her stay at our house for a little bit!"
"You just suggested a lifetime's worth of care! Your sentimental feelings are getting ahead of you, woman," the man crossly contradicted.
Anger boiled into the wife and began crossly replying to her husband, "What is wrong with you? She hasn't even asked anything of you and…"
Sierra had come face to face with Mr. Kamiga and spoke politely, "I'll leave."
"Now wait just a minute, Sierra. My husband didn't mean for you to leave!" Mrs. Kamiga replied.
"I should be going soon though," Sierra explained, "I don't want to be a bother to your household. I'm greatly indebted to your family though."
A large sigh came from Mr. Kamiga's mouth. His facial expressions softened, and he crossed his arms while he spoke—leaning back in his chair at the same time, "This is such a nuisance. These villagers will wonder what we've been doing with you as well if you don't appear for several days. We'd be the laughing stock of the town and become forever hated."
With a smile, the Kamiga family added a new member to their own family, Uchiha Sierra.
"What's the matter?" Toro asked when coming into Sierra's room.
Her face was tear-stained, and she looked at him grievously. Her voice was unclear, and she kept on sniffling. She took a shuriken and threw it to the side of Toro. With ease, Toro caught the dagger between his hands. She looked at him wide-eyed.
"How did you do that?" Sierra asked in shock.
"Well, when a shuriken is thrown at you, I'd rather it not hit me," Toro replied and smiled, "You should chill and go to bed."
After Toro left, Sierra stared at the starry night. Somehow, it was a bit hard to sleep this night.
"He's good," Sierra commented in a whisper, and flashbacks entered her mind.
The last flashback was a pair of dark-red eyes—Mangekyuu Sharingan. (A/N: Sorry, didn't spell it correctly did I?)
Her hands clenched in a fist and shook with rage.
"I promise that I'll kill you, for the sake of the clan, my family, Sasuke, everyone," Sierra yelled out loud in anger.
