If there was one person in her family who she didn't like, it'd have to be her newfound uncle. He was seemingly one of the many ripples of her new universe. The same ripples which had given birth to her – the youngest of the main Uchiha Family. She loved her nii-sans, and her new otou-san and okaa-san were slightly less lovable than her precious brothers, but she still loved them. They were attentive, and they loved taking her outside and showing her the compound. She hadn't been allowed any further than that just yet – she was only around nine months old, and far too young to go to the many parks outside the Uchiha District. It wasn't safe… not with the rising tensions between the clan and the village. Still, she was content with her new life so far. There was no Kaguya in sight, and she had far more family than last time. More importantly though, she felt loved. It helped that everyone was none the wiser about the way her eyes could already turn that scarlet red colour. To them, she was just an ordinary baby, and they showered her in affection. The Uchiha Clan wasn't anything like what she'd heard about when she'd been a Haruno. They weren't cold and distant. They were warm and close-knit, though Fugaku did seem to like encouraging a rivalry between the boys – but that was for them. She was his baby daughter, and she liked to think she had him wrapped around her tiny finger. All she had to do was flash a gummy smile in his direction, and he'd melt into a pile of goo. His chakra was warm, tinged with the distinctive fire-style nature usually found in the Uchiha Clan. Her mother's chakra was much the same, if only slightly more mellow and tame. Sasuke's was pretty much the same, the only thing missing being the dark edge to his chakra – the one which hinted at something lingering underneath. That was gone, and Sasuke seemed happier than ever. Her other brother's chakra was her favourite. It was toasty and warm, the flame feeling somehow purer than the rest, less gritty than the rest of the various relatives she could sense inside the compound. Her uncle's chakra was disgusting. Oily. She didn't like it in the slightest, and she didn't like his dismissive attitude of her in the slightest. He only had eyes for tou-san and Itachi-nii. She didn't like the looks he gave aniki. She wanted to rip out his eyes – protect Itachi from those disgusting greedy stares, but she was too young. She was still working on her strength.

She hadn't been idle while stuck rolling around on her back and crawling on her front. She'd been working on her chakra – seeing as how her physical body was going to take an age to sort out. She could only wait until she was able to run around before she could start on building the muscles she needed to survive. She hadn't known she'd need them until far too late in her last life.

"You can bet kaa-chan is going to be her first word, just like Itachi-chan…" Mikoto said as the rest of the family ate. She was having her lunch later. The family just liked to have her at the table. They liked listening to her babble.

"It'll be tou-san, obviously… just like Sasuke-chan," Fugaku shot back with a smirk at his youngest. "Clearly she'll be saying tou-san first. She looks just like Sasuke…"

Sakura smiled at them, giggling at the little bet going on. She was due to be saying her first words any day now… and everyone in the household had placed their bets on what her first word would be.

"Pink," Sasuke spoke up, pointing at the large pink section of hair covering a fifth of her head, the rest matching the blackish blue of her mother and youngest brother.

"She's definitely a bit pinker than Sasu-chan," her mother said, smiling at her son. "That's for sure."

"What about you?" Fugaku looked towards his eldest. "What's your bet on?"

Itachi blinked, a small smile curving at his lips. "I—"

"Chi!" Sakura giggled at the silence that fell, a bright grin on her face as she tried the word again. She apologised to her mother and father, but there were two people she loved more than them. "Ta-chi-nii." She grinned, knowing she'd totally butchered his name, but the look of shock on his face was worth it. She loved her brother. Her arms flailed, reaching for her brother from her high chair. She wanted to cuddle him… while she still could… just in case she couldn't change his fate no matter how hard she tried.

Fugaku smiled softly. "I guess Sakura-chan won't be the tiebreaker between us then…" he mumbled, lifting her from her high chair, holding her out for Itachi. "I think she wants to see you."

"Imouto…" Itachi stared down at her softly.

She curled her baby fingers around his larger ones. "I-ta-chi-nii," she said, snuggling into his chest, enjoying the feel of his own chakra against hers. Sakura blinked, realising her mistake too late as Itachi sat back, staring down at her curiously. His eyes spun into red, examining her curiously, and Sakura pouted, keeping a tight rein on her own sharingan. Her chakra system was unusually developed for her age – a consequence of her using it so often when she was left alone. Even children who'd accidentally discovered their chakra didn't have so well-developed pathways. Strong pathways came from constant chakra use – and the stronger they were, the more chakra one could use at a time without hurting themselves.

Worry pulled at her brother's face, his gaze darting over to their father questioningly, and Sakura stiffened as her father chuckled. "I know," Fugaku said, closing his eyes. "Her chakra is unusually well developed, but I caught her playing about with it yesterday."

Sakura winced. She'd thought she'd been subtle with her little chakra drills… but then again, she'd never had two parents with the same training. Oops.

"But the Clan already have their genius, Itachi," their father said, taking her from his son, lifting her up with a smile. "And that's you… They don't need another one."

Mikoto smiled.

Itachi sighed in relief.

"I'm sure she'll make us and the rest of the Clan proud in her own way… once she's ready," he finished, and Sakura blinked in shock as her father set her down on his lap. Maybe it was another one of the ripples… Uchiha Fugaku was nothing like Sasuke or anybody else had described to her all those years ago… or maybe it was because she was his precious daughter… Sakura smiled. Either way it didn't matter. She loved her new father… especially since one day he'd be teaching her how to set things on fire. She couldn't wait for that day. In fact, she was already looking forwards to it. She had plenty of people she needed to set on fire.

"Tou-san!" she babbled, grinning up at him, watching as he smirked over at her mother.

"She still said tou-san first, so I'm going to count that down as a win," he said smugly.

Mikoto glared at him. "No it doesn't. That's cheating!"

"We're ninja, and we have the sharingan," he said with a wink. "Of course we cheat."