Disclaimer: I only own the four square inches between my ears. Oh yea, the OC lives in that place so I own her, too.

This village, Konoha, it's so peaceful here... I was strolling the shop street, looking at random shops with all kinds of interesting items. It's been almost two years since I've first moved to Konoha from the Country of Water. Well, I probably shouldn't say 'moved', it was more like 'escaped'.

The Country of Water was ravaged by a crazed persecution of people with bloodlines that enable them to control water. Many people with the bloodline were stripped of their jobs, some died from mob violence. False accusations were made; some of the victims didn't even possess the bloodline or couldn't use it well. I belonged to a family of carpenters; makes me laugh to think about it now. Heh, carpenters, right. My parents both had the bloodline, I didn't learn of this until the day my mom told me that we were leaving the country, a couple days after my seventh birthday. Honestly, I should've known. I mean, the angry mobs around our house, no one commissioning my parents for jobs, it was kind of obvious. But, I guess I chose to turn the other cheek.

That move cost me my family.

She never made it out of the country, my mom.

What's done is done, no use pining over it now. I'm with the Uchiha clan now, the Hokage arranged for them to adopt me two years ago when I first came. My adopted family knows who I am, the Hokage knows, that's about it. The village thinks I'm just some kid who ran away from home.

Before I realized, the sun was already gone, and then I realized something else; I was supposed to meet Sasuke an hour ago so that we could train! I sprinted back to my home across town as fast as I could, which wasn't very fast because I kept running into people.

As I approached home, I noticed a queer scent in the air…

blood.

And blood it was, I froze as I set eyes on the scene in front of me. Members of the Uchiha clan were lying everywhere, drowning in crimson pools.

"Auntie…?" I said, recognizing the figure as the kind woman whom I saw as I left for school every morning.

I began calmly wandering in the bloodbath; occasionally walking up to someone I knew to check if they were alive. Never did I lose my never, keeping my composure as I strolled around. The blood was normal, compared to my old village. But it is different when I have just talked to these people within the last day, and now they're lying lifeless on the ground.

Someone's watching me…

But I dismissed the thought on the account of the situation. The sun had completely set now; enter the twilight. This time of day has always drained on my vision, which wasn't too good to begin with, so now I'm shuffling around half blind. I dug around in my bag for my glasses and put them on. Some distance off I saw a figure sitting upright on the ground.

Someone's alive!

My heart was pounding as I sprinted towards the silhouette; I felt so relieved when I saw that it was "Sasuke!"

He didn't move, didn't even twitch from my yell, that's when I really felt that something was wrong. And then I saw his face; white from terror, covered with dirt, and a few paths showed where tears had made their way down his cheeks. "Sasuke! What happened? Who did this? Sasuke! Look at me!" I was desperate and panicking.

Death never scared me as much as his face did.

I haven't written in a long time. Honestly, I'm just writing this to write…and sort of b/c I'm annoyed that there isn't enough serious naruto fanfics. No offense to anyone, I just don't really like to read comedy. Anyway, being an amateur writer in revival, advice is really appreciated.