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Meddling In Fate.
Chapter 2: Sachi.
Let it not be said that death wasn't an experience of uncertainty. Somehow Violet Potter, now Uzumaki Sachi, thought there would be more peace involved. Instead she'd gotten a new life, a second chance. In a world similar but completely different from the one she'd grown in before.
From the customs, to the technology, to the environment... everything was different in one way or another. She'd adapted to it, adapting was something she was used to and she was good at it.
Her memories hadn't come back all at once either. They came to her in segments, by her fourteenth year she'd watched over a century of memories through dreams. Here there was no magic, and she had tried and failed in her early childhood to use magic. Instead she had an abundance of chakra, even by Uzumaki standards.
Her parents were always proud of how special her chakra was, how quickly she learned. Thanks to her past life memories she was considered a prodigy. If she would have been without death allowing her memories to remain she didn't know. She didn't particularly care. She was just happy to have parents to be proud of her.
For several years after her birth the newly named Sachi had two loving parents. In fact they reminded her the tiniest of her first parents as Violet... from stories she'd been told of Lily and James in any case.
Both of her parents had the same shade of bright yet dark red hair (an Uzumaki clan trait apparently. She didn't mind she'd always been fond of red hair). Her mom had piercing forest green eyes, and her dad had dark violet eyes.
She learned as she grew that unlike in her first life this new world – she assumed it was another world she'd been born into, but from the technology she figured it might just be the distant future of the same reality. She didn't know and didn't care – had people with odd coloring, all of it completely natural so she never questioned the fact her father had a shade of purple eyes.
Sachi looked very much like her parents. Dark red hair, which was apparently exotic in the Elemental Nations, at least in shade. She looked a little like she had in her first life, but softer, a little less sharp and without the ill effects of being malnourished half her life.
Her eyes to her joy had remained the same eye catching emerald green (or as some would say, killing curse green though she'd always hated the comparison).
Sachi had learned a long time ago to keep the two lives separate. True, she was once Violet Potter but Violet Potter had died after leading a long life... and then been reborn as Uzumaki Sachi. Besides memories and some personality quirks they were different people.
They'd already led different lives with the fact Sachi had grown up loved by her parents, and her lifetime as Violet hadn't been so lucky.
Sometimes it was hard, because even in her incarnation there were reminders of her first life. The red hair was only a few shades off from Lily Potter herself. True, she now had better than twenty-twenty vision and had no need for glasses anymore, nor did she look like a female clone of James Potter, but she'd been born with other reminders.
Her eyes for one, and when she was born she'd been born with a strange birthmark. A birthmark which looked more like a tattoo to her. Her parents had said if they didn't know better they'd think it was a clan marking.
The Uzumaki didn't have a clan marking that made itself visible outside the body though, so they assumed it was just something unique to her. On the right side of her forehead was a rather large silver birthmark that looked like a lightning bolt.
From where the hairline started down nearly half of her forehead it sat, mocking her. Even if it barely resembled the cursed scar from her previous life which had sat on the left side of her forehead.
She should have known it would follow her in some way though. Being hit with the death curse twice in a lifetime was bound to leave a scar on ones soul. As she grew she began to accept the birthmark as a part of her, and even became glad to see it everyday when she looked at her reflection. It let her know she wasn't crazy, her first life really had happened.
By the time she'd accepted all her old memories back she truly accepted the fact that once upon a time she wasn't Uzumaki Sachi, and like any Uzumaki she accepted it all and ran with it. It didn't matter, she was still Uzumaki Sachi just as much as she'd been Violet Potter.
That was all that was needed for Sachi to stop questioning who she was. Was she Violet or was she Sachi? The answer was simple, she was both, but now she was Sachi and there was no going back to being just Violet.
All good things must come to an end though. In a life where she was trained by her parents to be a ninja, to harness chakra which reminded her a little of magic, she should have known it could happen. She hadn't expected for the attack to happen though, and neither had her parents.
Uzumaki Jin and Suiren both died when she was barely past her fourteenth birthday, they died holding off shinobi who attacked their secluded home in hopes of taking an Uzumaki or two back home with them.
She wasn't skilled enough even then to help against a dozen shinobi, rank unknown. All she knew was they were from Iwa, a place she'd never trust or like. Being who she was she fell into a slight depression. She could never save anyone she loved it seemed. Thoughts of those she'd lost in her first life rushed through her mind, and she knew she couldn't go there.
Hate never solved anything, and doing anything against Iwa was suicide. She was one person! Even as Violet she was only human. After months of lying low she began to travel. She visited the lands her parents were born and grew up in, Uzushio.
She visited other countries, keeping up with her training the entire time. Every year she visited her parents graves once, laid flowers down and moved on. For two years this was her life. Sachi was unable to use magic anymore, but thanks to her past life and strong soul she'd been born with very special chakra, even for an Uzumaki.
She could make the Uzumaki chakra chains, which not everyone could manifest or control, but her special chakra also gave her the ability to heal practically anything short of death, even regrow missing limbs and some lesser organs.
She couldn't regrow a heart or brain for example. It took a lot more chakra though to regrow something than it did to simply heal an injury. Sometimes she resented the ability because even with it she hadn't been able to help her parents when they needed it most.
Sachi had lived a rather sheltered, but also aware life before her parents died. Her mother wanted her to feel safe, and tried for many years to keep the darker details of their life hidden. Like why they traveled to new isolated areas to set up a temporary home.
Or why fūinjutsu was one of the first things she learned growing up, which meant her handwriting had to be perfect. Everyday she spent hours just focusing on calligraphy, the fact she learned quickly and had a near great memory helped.
Her father wanted her aware. He wanted her to know why they had to hide from the rest of the world most of the time. Why he left to do odd jobs for money – mostly jobs people needed ninja for but didn't have the money to afford one for.
Why they never gave their surname to acquaintances.
'Remember to keep aware at all times Sachi-chan. A ninja must always keep their senses open even if they are focused on something completely trivial. Such as what your mother has cooked up for us for dinner tonight, haha!'
Sachi smiled at the memory, jumping through an area of Konoha. Her parents had told her that Konoha was once close allies with Uzushio. At the very least she didn't need to fear, but to still be wary of them. Her seal of invisibility (something she'd created inspired by her invisibility cloak) was activated as she ran along the trees, before suddenly coming to abrupt halt.
Falling from a cliff side was a boy headed straight for the river Naka. She could sense the chakra of another still on the cliff, and the much fainter signature of the falling boy. The one still on land began to retreat, the chakra was full of anguish while the other boys was moments from death.
Narrowing her green eyes Sachi released her chakra chains, the silvery-golden chakra chains shot towards the boy and she headed for the banks of the Naka River. She gently laid him down, and to be honest he already looked like death.
He was probably pale complected but he looked too pale. Her chains disappeared and she frowned before placing her hands over his body.
They began to glow, as if she were using the Shōsen Jutsu (Mystical Palm Technique), but not only was the color off – being a silvery-gold like her chakra tended to be because of her special chakra – but it actually healed more much quicker than the common healing jutsu.
The injuries mended together, his chakra refilling enough to become stable, and she let her hands fall away releasing a deep breath. He'd be out for a long time most likely, and she'd have to heal his eyes somewhere else since it would take a lot more chakra and time to develop them.
Picking him up with her chains she took to the trees and headed for the one place she could think of no one would go – the Uzumaki clan's storage mask temple.
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Sachi hummed as she wrung out the cloth she'd been using to lay across the boys, no more than a year older than herself, forehead. He'd begun running a high fever a day after she'd brought him to what was left of the Uzumaki clan's mask storage temple on the outskirts of Konoha.
After taking care of his other injuries, she'd slowly begun healing his missing eyes. They still weren't complete three days later. Even for someone with as much chakra as her it was taking far more than she'd determined. More than she had, which had never happened to her before. It wasn't easy draining an Uzumaki's chakra.
She suspected he may be someone with a kekkei genkai, in theory as she'd never done this before on more than animals and a few villagers who she'd offered her services to in the past, it would take far more time and chakra to grow an organ, even such a small one as the eyes, for someone with a bloodlimit.
Sachi couldn't help but wonder what had happened that he'd lost both eyes in such a manner. Like they'd been plucked from the sockets.
"Hm... who – " he tried to choke out, stirring from unconsciousness.
He tried to open his eyelids but they would not open completely. Could not open. She'd used a slight paralytic so he wouldn't freak out and harm himself and the progress of his healing eyes. At this point the forming eyes could not be exposed to much more than candle light.
"Stay calm. I'm a friend, I'm just trying to help you," Sachi said softly, retrieved the tea she kept on her. It was a special blend her mother had taught her. She lifted the raven haired boys head into her lap, tilting it slightly and tipping the flask towards his lips.
"Please drink some of this, it'll calm you and help with your healing," she told him.
After some hesitance from the half aware boy, that she still didn't have a name for, he did as she requested. Thanks to lessons from her mother and memories of her past life, Sachi was very good with herbs and crafting ways to mix them for healing or poisons.
She'd found that some potions from her past life could be replicated, but only some since most exotic magical plants and other ingredients didn't exist here. Some more mundane ingredients just didn't grow in the area she was currently in.
Over the years she'd found most herbs she knew from her first life could be found with enough determination. Dittany, aconite, and belladonna for instance were relatively easy to find when knowing the right places to find them. Uzu no Kuni had been a place were many exotic herbs grew.
Finding certain things for a potion was one thing, but being able to recreate them... without magic... she'd hadn't thought she would succeed. Despite the popular belief of Muggle-borns there was some magic involved in potion making. Maybe not wand magic, but the wand wasn't where the magic came from it was simply a focal point.
She no longer had magic so she'd expected the very basic headache potion (which was used to cure headaches, obviously) she'd brewed when she was little to do nothing but create a very nasty soup, that did nothing but taste bad.
She was shocked to find that it did in fact work, but she had a feeling it was because of her special chakra that it did. When she was reborn she'd traded magic for chakra, but they were close enough something as basic as potion making which took very little magic could still be used.
The biggest drawback was that there were very few potions that she could use because the majority took ingredients such as unicorn horn, or flubberworms... things that only existed in a magical world.
The art of making healing salves and using herbs for basic healing remedies – such as her tea – and mixing poisons for shinobi work was something her mother was a mistress of. It was similar to potion making, but was something that even a civilian could do if taught. It didn't need chakra or magic.
So like everything her parents had decided to teach her she took to it quickly.
She wasn't on the same level as her mother, but she was still above average with the skill. Having been a potions master (something that probably had Snape rolling in his grave) in her last life did help, but only so much.
She hadn't been a herbologist then, but her mother was very knowledgeable on herbs and their uses and that was taught to Sachi.
The tea was a very basic combination of herbs. It would only relax the unnamed boy and increase his immune system... and help with any dehydration he may have. Sachi sighed as she realized he'd fallen back into unconsciousness before she could asked him anything, like his name.
Sitting his head back on the mat she'd had him lying on, she returned her flask to her side, under her pale, but bright yellow sleeveless, knee length coat.
Who knew when he'd wake next.
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Sachi cared for the boy with no-name currently for another week before he woke up.
By this time she'd finished healing his eyes, so when he opened them he was obviously shocked to find himself able to see. Even if the light was kind of bright against his vision.
Shisui knew he was alive, but he also knew he should be dead. No one should have been able to survive what he had. Shisui was shocked by the bright colors of the world he could see – another impossibility, yet he was doing it... he was able to see as clear as he had before Danzō's attack.
"W-what?" His voice cracked when he tried to speak.
There was the sound of shifting cloth before he saw shocking dark red hair... familiar in shade. Two bright green eyes framed by thick black lashes blinked down at him, and he became a little more alert in the presence of someone he'd never seen before, yet obviously had some shinobi training if she'd healed all his injuries to near perfection.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice raspy from not being used in a while but otherwise fine.
Sachi smiled at seeing a pair of pure black eyes, so dark the pupil was hidden by the iris, staring back at her. She finally took note that his eyes were rather distinct for a male, before she handed him a cup filled with water. With some hesitance and a sniff of the cups contents he took the offered cup.
"My name is Sachi," she began. "Uzumaki Sachi. I saw you fall... I healed you."
His head jerked around quickly, and he groaned. He estimated it had been a few days since he was brought here from the stiffness in his body.
"Ahg... how long has it been? How exactly did you heal my eyes... they were gone! Did you transplant eyes or something?" he asked, rubbing his forehead lightly as he sat the mostly empty cup on the ground beside him.
His mind was still too foggy to process the surname she'd given him yet, but it was slowly falling in place.
Before she answered he saw her hands lift towards his temple, and glow an odd silvery-gold color opposed to the normal colors visible chakra took; green for medical ninjutsu, and blue or a teal color otherwise. Red if it was demonic in nature, sometimes you'd find black or dark purple chakra but that was rare, along with the Hatake white chakra.
He'd never seen chakra that looked like this though.
With a smile of satisfaction Sachi lowered her hands – though what she'd done had been a simple diagnostic jutsu medic-nin used commonly, it looked no different than her ability to heal. Her chakra was simply that color and always been.
Her parents told her it was most likely due to her special chakra and Uzumaki heritage. She felt it went a little deeper than that, but never mentioned it since she'd never told anyone of her first life.
To his surprise she suddenly shook her head.
"I didn't need to transplant any eyes... I mean." she bit her lip with a look of concentration, her brows creased together in thought.
"It's not truly a bloodlimit, since it is not something that could be inherited... as far as I know. But it's to do with my clans chakra... sometimes members will have special chakra. My special chakra allows me to heal nearly any type of wound short of death. That includes regrowing limbs, except the head obviously. It also allows for organs to be regrown... but like before nothing major like the brain or heart. It took me a while but I was able to grow back your eyes. Most of your other injuries were healed within two days."
Shisui's eyes widened. He'd never heard of that before, but the words on special chakra were familiar. He couldn't help but admit she had done an incredible job healing him. Better than any medic-nin he'd been to at any rate.
"That's incredible! Not even Tsunade of the Sannin could do something like that!" he exclaimed.
Sachi's eyes widened a bit and her jaw dropped to argue as her cheeks reddened. She'd heard of Tsunade, the Slug Princess, and she didn't think she was as good as the woman who was the best medic-nin in the last century. Shisui spoke up again before she could say anything though.
"Wait... did you say you were an Uzumaki?" he asked, and compared the teenager before him to the only other Uzumaki he'd met.
Uzumaki Kushina, though it had been about eight years since then. He'd only been nine when the Kyūbi attack happened, and his sensei had died with the Fourth Hokage – her husband. He realized instantly the red hair the girl had was the exact same shade as Kushina's had been. An Uzumaki trait.
Her skin-tone was similar, ivory but still a shade darker than his own. Her hair wasn't as straight as Kushina's, it was a little longer on the right side than it was on the left, but still framed her face. On her forehead, which seemed to part naturally on the right to show an odd birthmark (he doubted it was a tattoo since it looked too natural to have been inked on the skin).
A lightning bolt, silver in color. Maybe a clan marking, but he knew the Uzumaki clan didn't usually have visible clan markings.
Sachi was petite, about five foot three, no older than sixteen at the oldest but already developed in certain areas. Her eyes were doe-like and the brightest emerald green he'd ever seen. She was certainty dressed like a shinobi.
She wore an oddly bright pale yellow sleeveless, knee length coat. A black sleeveless turtle-neck, and lilac-lavender skirt that she wore thigh length form fitting black shorts under.
He could assume she had pouches under her coat, and he could barely make out a weapons holster on her left thigh. She had on black gloves, and black shinobi boots that came up to just below her knees.
He briefly noticed a strange symbol stitched onto the breast area of her yellow coat, a triangle, circle, and what appeared to be a straight line through the center of it. Similar to the Jashin symbol he realized with a start but he could see it wasn't. If she were to stand up and turn around he'd see a pale blue Uzumaki spiral on the back of her coat.
She was definitely an Uzumaki, he thought as he eyed the bright colors she seemed to favor.
Sachi nodded, not really expecting him to ask about her name. She didn't think he was old enough to recognize her clan name. Apparently it was more well known in Fire Country than she'd first thought.
"Yes. As for how long it's been, it's been about two weeks since I brought you here to the Uzumaki clans mask storage temple."
Shisui shot to his feet, stumbling as his legs nearly gave out under him. Sachi gasped and was on her feet in seconds, arms gripping the taller boy to help steady him. His arm ended up slung over her shoulder, and he blinked down at her.
Though Sachi didn't notice, Shisui's ears began to burn red as he kept the blush off his cheeks with will alone. He wasn't used to being so close to a girl, especially not one he'd just met. He'd had a girlfriend or two in the past, but they didn't work out and he'd known them practically his whole life.
Then there were the fan-girls (shudder). This was different though and he didn't have an answer for it. Not that it mattered right now, he chalked it up to gratitude for what the girl had done for him despite him being a complete stranger.
"Thank you for saving my life, Sachi-san," he said, now able to stand on his own. "But I need to go. I have to do something about my clan..." He trailed off.
Shisui turned to leave when a small hand reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Wait! You never gave me your name," she said, and he turned back and gave her a small smile.
"Shisui. My name is Uchiha Shisui."
She let his arm go and soon regretted it as he was gone before she could even blink. A shunshin, she realized, but much faster than anyone she'd ever seen using it. Soundless, without the usual distracting smoke, or leaves, and hand seals. He was simply there one second and gone the next.
She sighed, before narrowing her eyes.
"Damn me, my curiosity, and desire to help people," she muttered before making sure she had everything – such as scrolls and weapons – and stormed out of the temple.
She could track Shisui through his chakra signature. Once she'd been around one long enough she never forgot it.