A/N: I would like to thank everyone that reviewed the last chapter and added this story to their favorites and follows. This will be the last chapter for the week since I will be going on a small holiday for the next few days.

Emma stared at the breakfast she made for her family before glancing out at the window, where she could see birds chirping and building their nests. In a couple of minutes, her mother would come down the stairs with a bright smile on her face and thank her for making them breakfast. After that, the two of them would wait for her brothers to charge downstairs with smiles on their face. Smiles, Emma knew she would do everything in her power to protect. Lying about their mother's health was the only way to ensure they would continue giving their mother, the happiest memories that she had.

Happiness.

Would their family still be happy when Trisha die? Could she say her brothers could fully move on when their mother leaves this world? She had months to accept their mother's fate while Edward and Alphonse weren't noticing what was going on with their mother. It would be a matter of days, maybe weeks before their mother closed her eyes for the final time. Even now, Emma could hear the slowness in her mother's movements; a sign the disease was still taking its toll on her. Yes, it would be a matter of days or weeks before her beloved mother would be gone from them.

"Good morning!" Trisha greeted, walking towards her. "What did you make this time, Emma?"

"Poached eggs with spinach and some peach porridge," Emma answered. She twisted her lips into a frown when her mother picked up the plate of poached eggs. "And Mother please don't pick up the plate! I was just going to set the table; you should get some rest."

"Emma…"

"Edward and Alphonse will wake up soon," The little girl reminded her mother as she snatched the plate from her mother. Placing the plate on the table, the blonde returned back to the kitchen table and started to bring the pot of porridge to the table, where she already placed the plates and glasses. "If I let you do the table then it might take a long time before things get set up, which means Edward and Alphonse might realize something is up. We can't have them realizing I have been the one making breakfast for the past few months."

Her mother smiled at those words but the little girl knew from her mother's eyes, she wasn't happy with what was happening to them. No doubt, Trisha was blaming herself for making Emma do all the housework and forcing her to grow up. If the blonde didn't know her mother would never believe her, she would have told her that it was only her physical body which didn't match her mind and experience. She could tell her loving mother that in her previous life, she had no one to do these things for her. It would be easier to tell her mother about how she was used to it, about the days where she was forced to fend for herself.

Of course, she could never tell her mother these things.

"Good morning, Emmy! Mom!" Emma blinked her eyes and turned her head to look at her smiling twin brother and younger brother. She forced herself to give a big smile to her two brothers, who took their usual seats beside her. These were her two innocent brothers. These were the people she would be willing to give her life for. For their sake, she must keep her mouth shut and endure the burden placed on her by her mother. "Hey Emmy, do you wanna show Mom what we learned from Father's books!"

Emma looked into Alphonse's golden eyes and then to Edward, who froze at the mention of the word 'Father'. Why did her twin resent their father so much? Did he not understand how lucky they had been to know him for a few short years? Hohenheim might not get the father of the year but he was a hell lot better than some of the fathers, Emma had seen in her previous life. At least he hadn't sent assassins after them or sealed a monster inside of them.

"I resent that," Kurama said, snapping her out of her train of thought. "Minato sealed a powerful monster inside of you."

"I will agree about that but he sealed a monster that is secretly a furball," Emma said, quirking her lips into a smile. She ignored the Kyuubi's yells about not being soft. Instead, the young girl turned her attention to her youngest brother, who stared at her with so much hope that it killed her. Grinning, the blonde nodded her head and drew the transmutation circle with Alphonse. Clapping her hands together, the blue-eyed girl watched as a wooden apple blossom was made.

The blonde handed it to her mother while her little brother made a boat. Emma glanced at Edward, who now had a smile on his face as he made a transmutation circle. This was their tradition, a tradition which brought both happiness and sadness to Trisha. Everything they did remind her of their father or so the little girl would like to think. She didn't have the proof but the light in her mother's eyes, when they did transmutation, was the same light she had whenever Emma asked about their father.

"I made the best one!" Edward declared, pointing to his angel. "Tell them I made the best present!"

Their mother glanced at the three gifts they made for her, smiled brightly at them before picking up the three gifts they made for her. There was no mistaking the joy radiating from Trisha's bright eyes as she fingered each of their gifts with her eyes lingering the most on her gift. What was she remembering? Was she recalling the days before their birth? The days where she had been so happy with their father. The days where she was healthy enough to chase after them because this was what Emma couldn't help but remember when she looked at the gifts.

"All three of you made good presents," her mother declared. "And I just can't decide which one is the best...so it is a draw!"

"But you always say it is a draw!" Edward pointed out to their mother with his arms folded against his chest. Despite saying those words, the little blond-haired boy still had a smile on his face, telling everyone that he truly didn't mind their mother's decision. Emma and Alphonse grinned at their brother and mother before stuffing themselves with the food that the blond-haired girl had made for them.

Shaking her head, the little girl stuffed her mouth with the poach eggs she made before looking at her mother, who was taking her time to eat the food Emma made. The slowness of the movement, the way she was forcing herself to eat and the paleness in Trisha's face was enough to tell her that this wasn't one of her good days. On her mother's good days, she would be faster in eating her food and would have a good appetite. No, today had to be the bad day.

"Emmy!" Edward hissed, snapping her out of her train of thoughts.

"What?" Emma asked, not bothering to look at her twin brother. "Is it time for us to go to school?"

"No, I need you to drink my milk before Mother notices I didn't drink it."

Rolling her eyes, the blonde snatched the bottle of milk from her brother's hands and gulped it down. How the hell did her brother expect to grow taller if he made her drink his milk? Also, did he not realize there was milk in the porridge he loved to eat? No, of course not. Edward probably wouldn't realize what was put into the porridge unless their mother or her tell him, which wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Really for being a genius, he could be quite the idiot at times.

Wiping the milk off her lips, Emma glanced at Alphonse who giggled and laughed while Edward shot her a grateful look. Of course, her baby brother would laugh at the fact she was drinking all of their brother's milk. After all, he wasn't the one who had to deal with her twin brother pouting at her or hear their mother scold the two of them when she found out who was actually drinking the milk.

Then again, Emma wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world. Their mother may be dying but she knew the fact they would have each other to rely through the hard times, which was soon approaching them. It would not be easy for them but they could endure through this.

A shinobi must always endure and while Emma may not carry Konoha's headband, she was still a shinobi and she would endure like she had always been able to.

"What do you think Mother is going to make for lunch today?" Edward asked Emma and Alphonse as the three of them picked the apples from the lowest branches of trees. His brother tilted his head and pondered over his question while his little sister rubbed the back of her neck, looking put out with his question before giving him a smile. The blond-haired boy frowned but never made a comment about his sister's behavior. It wasn't like his twin was going to tell him what was wrong with what he just said because Emma never tells him anything.

Instead of telling him how she feels like he did with her, his sister would just force herself to smile at him before pretending to act like nothing was wrong. It was a habit she had for as long as he could remember; a habit he hated because his sister would never tell him anything. One time, he asked her why was she calling out a strange name like Sasuke or Neji and another time he begged her to tell him why she was crying. Both times, his twin refused to answer his question instead deciding to smile at him before giving him a hug.

Now, he wondered what was causing her to be sad.

"She might be making her famous roast duck," her sister finally answered with the fake smile he hated so much. "Or maybe she might be making a tart!"

"It has been a long time since Mother made a tart for us," Alphonse said, smiling at the mere thought of their mother's tart. Edward nodded his head in agreement before glancing at Emma, who had a small smile on her face. This smile was the real one, he thought to himself, as the three of them walked to the back door. Yet, the smile on his sister's face while real; felt sad for some strange reason. He couldn't understand what was making his baby sister sad but he knew he hated it.

If there was one thing he hated, it was to see his siblings and mother sad.

"I hope it is duck," Emma said, looking up at the clear blue sky. "Mother's duck is the best."

The tone in her voice was filled with sadness as if she didn't think they would eat it again. Why would Emma believe this? Why would she be sad? Was there something they didn't know? No, Emmy might keep secrets but she would never hide a secret which concerned their mother. It just wasn't like his sister to hide something this important from them. No, it had to be something else. It had to be something else or why else would she be like this.

Yes, it had to be something else.

Nodding his head, Edward pushed the door opened and felt his whole body freeze at the sight in front of him. His sweet mother was lying on the floor, green peppers and apples lying all over her. What do they do? What was going on? Why wasn't their mother standing up? He glanced at Alphonse, who stood there with a pale face, and then to Emma, who had a blank expression on her face.

"Edward, take Mother to the living room!" His sister barked. "I'm going to get Aunt Sarah!"

"Mum just fainted," Edward croaked, freezing his sister on the spot while Alphonse rushed towards their mother. He knew he should do what his twin was telling him to do but he just couldn't stop himself from repeating the words. "Emmy, Mummy just fainted."

His sister turned her head around and for the first time in a year, Edward saw tears flowing out of his sister's blue eyes and the forced smile on her face. Stupid. This was what immediately came to his mind as his sister gulped down, wiped the tears off of her face and stared at him. Why was she trying to smile when she was sad? If she was trying to show she was strong then she was doing a terrible job. No, he thought, they were all being stupid since they couldn't handle this. They couldn't be strong in a situation like this.

Their mother had fainted without any reason.

"Everything will be fine," his sister said but Edward didn't know if she was trying to reassure herself or him and Alphonse. "I will get Aunt Sarah and Uncle Yurivy and everything will be fine. Everything will be okay. We can endure this...I can handle this. Mother will make it. Everything will be okay...we will be okay."

"Edward, it is your job to take care of the family while I am away; do not make your sister handle everything. Emma may try to do everything but remind her that you are the older sibling and that you will take care of the family with her. Remind your sister, it is okay to rely on you. Remember Edward, it is your job as the big brother to protect your younger siblings even if one of them tries to act older than they really are. Until I am done with my research, it is your duty to protect them."

He hated his father for many reasons, for leaving them without a letter, for making their mother sad but most of all for abandoning them, but Edward would not deny his father was right. It should not be his baby sister pretending to be strong and giving them orders. Emma was the younger twin. She was supposed to be crying like Al, not trying to reassure them. He glanced at his trembling hands and then to his sister, who sniffed and wiped the tears off of her cheeks before rushing out of the door.

He was a failure as a big brother.

Slapping his cheeks, Edward grabbed hold of one hand of his mother while Alphonse took the other shoulder before beginning the long haul to the living room. The heaviness of their mothers along with the memory of Emma's tears reminded him, this wasn't a joke.

"Brother, why did Mum faint?" Alphonse asked once they placed their mother on the sofa.

"I don't know," Edward answered, staring at their mother's face. "I don't know anything."

Was Mother going to be okay? Could Uncle Yuriy and Aunt Sarah fix this? He curled himself into a tiny ball and stared at the first and last family photo that their family took together. This wasn't fair. If anything happened to their mother then who was going to take care of them? His twin sister could do a lot of things but even he knew better than to expect her to take care of them. They were just five years old, after all. They weren't adults.

They weren't ready for this.

Emma stared at her two brothers, who had cried themselves to sleep, and then out at the window, where she could see the clear night sky. It had taken Aunt Sarah a long time to explain to her two brothers that their mother was dying from an incurable disease, which might have or might not have come from the recent plague. Alphonse started to cry his heart out at this news while her twin tried his hardest not to cry, only to cry once the doctors had left them alone with their awake mother.

Their mother just gave them a smile and told them about the money their father left them, ordering them to live well if anything happens to her. She made them promise to keep on smiling and being their usual selves even though she was sick. Her mother especially looked at her two brothers, who had been sobbing their heart out.

Emma couldn't keep her promise to her mother about making sure her two brothers kept on smiling. She couldn't even stop herself from crying like a baby when she saw Trisha had fainted. It had taken her a lot of willpower to not stay in the house and cry alongside her two brothers but the memory of her beautiful's mother wishes was enough for her to run. She gulped when she remembered how her Aunt Sarah and Uncle Yurivy had to tell them in quiet voices that their mother was very sick.

"Why are you still upset, Naruto? You have known for a year now that your mother has been sick," Kurama reminded her as she slid out of her room and made her way to her mother's bedroom. Emma faltered at the reminder. "You had a year to get used to it; this isn't like the time with the Hyuuga boy, where you weren't expecting him to die."

"The difference is the fact she is my mother and I still can't imagine a day without her," Emma replied, opening her mother's bedroom door. She slipped inside the room and slowly closed the door, being careful as to not wake her sick mother or her two sleeping brothers. "You know Sasuke will tell me I didn't understand a damn thing...well now I understand."

"Naruto…"

"I promise my mother to smile and act like everything is fine but I can't do it," Emma admitted, taking a seat beside her mother. "I want to tell her everything before she dies. I want her to know who her daughter really is because I don't want her to die without knowing the truth. It might kill her but I can't keep pretending...I can't let her believe I am really like Hohenheim and my brothers. I want her to know that Emma Elric is also Naruto Uzumaki."

"You're taking a big risk, Naruto."

"I need someone to know who I really am."

With those final words, Emma stared at her mother, who had been looking at the night sky with a thoughtful look on her face. So how was she going to spill the words to Trisha? Hey, you know how I am five years old? Well, I'm actually a twenty-two-year-old woman stuck in the body of a five-year-old, Emma shook her head at this thought. The second one wasn't completely true. She was still Emma Elric but there were parts of her, which was still Naruto Uzumaki. There were parts of her personality which belonged exclusively to Emma and not to Naruto.

"Shouldn't you be in bed, Emma?" Her mother asked, looking away from the window and turning to look at her. "It's past your bedtime, sweetheart."

"I have something to tell you, Mother," Emma answered, earning a raised eyebrow at her mother. "It is something I should have told Father and you when it started but I didn't want you guys to look at me differently. I didn't want you to look at me and think that I am a freak for the things I am about to tell. I didn't want you to feel hurt or blame me for what I am about to tell you."

"Emma…"

"My name hasn't always been Emma Elric, Mother," her mother opened her mouth to argue with her but the blond-haired girl shook her head. "Once upon a time...I think around five or six hundred years ago, my name had once been Naruto Uzumaki. I know it is hard to believe but Mother, this is my second life. I am sure if you go to the countries near Xing that you would hear my name because apparently I am a legend, or I would like to think I am since I was pretty badass. Wait, this isn't the point. My point is the fact that I am not completely your daughter and if you don't think of me as your daughter because of this then I can understand."

Trisha stared at her, thinned her lips and opened her mouth to say something but no words were coming out of her mouth. It was good her mother wasn't arguing with her because Emma needed the quiet to think about what she had to say next. No, she wanted to unleash everything to her mother without being stopped. She didn't want her mother to try to reason with her when something was completely and utterly true. No matter how much her mother wanted to argue she wasn't Naruto Uzumaki, Emma was still her.

Her nightmares were always memories of a war longed passed.

"Naruto Uzumaki?" her mother finally said, staring at her hands. "Isn't that a strange name to give to a girl? It doesn't sound very feminine."

Emma blinked her eyes. "You believe me?"

"The fact you were writing in a different language when you weren't being taught said language in school and having no one to teach you, gave me a big hint on how different you were," Emma laughed at this while her mother stared at her. "I believe you because you don't act your age, Emma. I believe you because I heard you crying out names. I believe you because I caught you crying and apologizing to people with strange names when you thought no one could hear you. I believe you because if someone like your father exists then so can someone like you. I don't know what your previous life is like Emma but to me, you are always going to be my daughter. You could be Naruto Uzumaki or Emma Elric but it doesn't change the fact I gave birth to you."

"Mother…" She didn't know what to say to her mother. A small part of her wanted to yell at her for being so kind while a large part of her just wanted to cry her heart out for not being treated differently, for still being considered her daughter. Of course, she didn't do this. Instead, she just wrapped her arms around her mother, who hugged her back.

"Is it because you have once been Naruto Uzumaki that you have been acting like the adult for your siblings," her mother whispered, running her hands through her long hair. "Is it why you agreed to my wish without throwing a tantrum? Is it why you have been understanding to your father?"

"Edward doesn't know what it is like to never have seen your parents' face," Emma answered, hiccuping. Trisha stared at her with wide eyes and the blond-haired girl gazed at the photo of her two smiling parents. "When I was Naruto Uzumaki, I didn't have anyone to rely on. I had no Mother and Father to tuck me in bed, I had no one to tell the words I'm home. When I was her, I used to wonder who I took after in looks and personality. Sure Father is gone but at least Edward and I have memories of him, which is more I can say for Naruto Uzumaki."

Trisha stared out at the window and then looked at her as if something dawned on her.

"Emma...tell me stories about Naruto Uzumaki," her mother requested with a smile on her face. "Tell me what your life was like as her."

"It might cause you to cry and look at me in a different way...I did some bad things in my previous life." Emma warned her as she sat in a cross-legged position.

"Nothing will ever make me change the way I look at you," her mother promised. "You are my daughter and nothing will ever change my mind."

And with that promise, Emma began to tell the story of Naruto Uzumaki. She would spend hours telling her second mother about the pranks she did, about the dreams she had, about becoming a kunoichi but most of all of the people who had made her the person she was. Every once in awhile, she would pause and look at her smiling mother, who looked enthralled with the story Emma was telling. When she mentioned what Sasuke did to her, her mother would give her a dark look and tell her that she highly disliked the boy for hurting her the way he did. When she spoke of finding out she was a jinchuuriki and how she began to blame herself for the deaths of the people on her birthday, her mother told her that she was being silly. When she told her about the people who lost their lives in the war and how Naruto felt responsible for them.

Her mother had kept quiet before telling her that it was not her fault; she was not the one to lead them to their deaths.

By the time, Emma reached to the final battle, her mother had closed her eyes and had a smile on her face. She did not move when she tried to poke her, did not even react when the blond-haired girl yelled for her mother to wake up. Her mother remained motionless even when her brothers came barging in, wondering what the hell was happening.

On the day Emma told the truth, her mother passed away with a smile on her face.

Three days later

"Isn't it strange how Emma isn't crying? You would think the child would cry her heart out like her brothers."

Emma ignored the whispers from the adults around her, instead, she focused on her two crying brothers. Today was the start of the new chapter of their life. Today, she was going to be the one to take care of her two siblings. She was going to be the strong one because this was not the first death she saw. This was not the first death I saw, Emma repeated to herself as she wrapped her arms around her crying brothers. She would not break down in front of these people.

"Emmy, why did she have to leave us?" Alphonse croaked, looking away from the men that were burying their mother in the ground. He tugged her dress' sleeves while Edward rubbed the snot with the black sleeve suit that Pinako brought for him to wear. "Sister, why didn't she get better? Why did this happen?"

"Mother didn't leave us because she wanted to," Emma whispered, running her hand through her brother's back. "Mother didn't get better because there was no way to cure her sickness...and I don't know why this happened. I don't know everything Al...I am just as confused as you."

"Isn't there a way to bring her back?" Edward whispered as the priest muttered a prayer for their mother. "We can bring her back, can't we? One of the Alchemy books spoke about Homunculus. Humans are just composed of the mind, flesh, and soul, right? We can just use Alchemy to bring her back, can't we? Can't we?"

Emma turned her body and stared at her quiet brother, wondering if he had decided to forget all logic. Was he seriously considering the idea of bringing their mother back to life? She glanced at the other mourners, who were now slowly starting to disperse from the grave. The blonde stared at Pinako, who was making her way to them but the little girl shook her head, mouthing the words that her brothers weren't ready to talk to anyone. The old lady thinned her lips but didn't go against her desires.

Nodding her head, Emma turned to look at her twin brother and younger brother, who both looked like they were entertaining the idea of bringing their mother back to life. Were they insane? There was a reason why human transmutation was forbidden. Even if it wasn't forbidden, the blue-eyed girl wasn't going to let them do it. God, did they know what to do? Did they even realize they couldn't just create a soul? She licked her dried lips and stared at her two solemn brothers.

"We can't bring her back, Edward," Emma said firmly, clenching her hands into a fist. "You think Alchemy can bring the dead back to life? Even it has its limits and reviving the dead is that limit. How are you going to bring her back? You think studying the human body is enough! Humans are more complicated than you think they are."

"We don't know that until we try!" Edward yelled.

Alphonse just stared at the two of them but the blue-eyed girl refused to look at them.

"Alchemy is about Equivalent Exchange right?" She reminded them with a scowl on her face. "Sure, you could probably make the human body with the right ingredients but you can't make a soul! You can't make our mother's soul, you idiot! The soul is the only thing connecting us to god. There is nothing equivalent to a soul! Get that through your thick head! There is no way you could bring Mother back...even if you did, she wouldn't be our mother. She would only be something you can control."

"You're saying this because you don't want Mother to come back!" Edward yelled. "If you wanted Mother to come back then you would agree with me that this is the perfect way to bring her back! You are just scared to do it! You think because a couple of adults can't do it then we can't do it."

Emma stared at her twin brother and without even thinking, she slapped him hard on the cheek. Didn't want mother back? She wanted to feel their mother's hugs, wanted to feel the warmth she brought to them but the blonde didn't want to do something she knew wouldn't work. No matter how smart her brother believed he was, there was something he would always forget to factor. He forgot to consider the fact that it was impossible for a human to create an artificial soul; this was the one thing humans could never do, no matter how badly they wanted.

"Your brother is walking a dangerous line," Kurama said as her baby brother rubbed his cheek. "If he even succeeds in his plans then there will be a grave consequence of him trying to play god. We don't know what that consequence might be but it will be very big."

"You think I don't know that! Try telling that to Edward!"

"I'm not saying you can't do it because a couple of adults couldn't do it," Emma hissed, staring darkly into her brother's golden eyes. Her twin brother gulped and dimly, she noticed the ends of her hair were starting to split up. "I'm telling you not to do this because there will be a consequence of your actions. Do you think just because we can do Alchemy that we should play god? Mother is gone. Mother is gone and she will never ever come back! You think I like saying those words! You think I want to accept the fact Mother is dead! She was my mother too! We cannot bring the dead back to life that is a fact we should accept! We are not gods!"

"Sister, this isn't what brother is trying to say!" Alphonse said, stepping between the two of them.

"Oh? Then what do you call someone trying to bring back the dead to life?" Emma asked, staring at her youngest brother. "The dead can't come back to life. Alchemy can't bring her back to life because if it could, wouldn't so many other people try to do it? There is a reason why it is forbidden, Edward, Alphonse."

Her twin stared at her for a good couple of seconds before glancing at Alphonse.

"I am going to do it, Emma," Edward declared. "But if you are not going to help us then that is fine but don't tell anyone about what I am planning to do." Her twin turned to Alphonse, who stood there with a torn look on his face. "Al, are you with me or against me on this?"

Her youngest brother turned to look at her but the blue-eyed girl shrugged her shoulder, making it clear to the boy that it was his choice. If it worked then her brother would blame her for not letting him do it with Edward when he had the chance. No way was she going to be blamed for something that wasn't her fault. If it was truly up to her, those two were never going to consider the idea of human transmutation. She would make sure they would understand the consequence of not playing god.

But she knew better, she knew for them to understand the consequence of their action was for them to act on it.

"I will help you," Alphonse finally said, giving her an apologetic look.

"Don't blame me if this turned out to be a bust," Emma declared evenly. "Don't blame me for your mistakes because I told you that it was impossible to bring the dead back to life. If anything happens to you two, it is hanging on your shoulders."

If Emma had known what the consequence of her brothers' actions then she would have tried even harder to stop them from doing it. She would have squashed any small hope she had just to prevent her two brothers from receiving their punishment because it was her fault.

It was her fault that Edward lost his arm and leg while her youngest brother lost his whole body.

Question and Answer:

Q: Is reincarnated Sasuke an option for pairing?

A: Yes, he is an option for pairing.

Q: Will Emma look like Tsunade in body aspect?

A: You will just have to wait and see

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think about this chapter and please do continue telling me on who you think Emma should be paired with. Also, please continue to ask me questions.