My conscious mind felt like it was wading through molasses, slow and sticky. My entire being was tired and worn out. I was in a pit of darkness that seemed to vibrate in time with my heartbeat, creating ripples throughout the space I was within. In the middle of the ripples a blinding crimson would swim to the surface, only to fade back to black as the wave continued on.

I tried to focus on the starting point, but I felt myself being sucked deeper into the void until it completely dwarfed me. The crimson started to bleed together, making a terrifying picture of what true fear looked like. The giant image of the Kyuubi started down at me, his ears flat to his head, hackles raised, his nine tails swinging violently behind his body, lips peeled back into a snarl. I screamed.

My eyes snapped open, and my body sat up on instinct. I could hear people yelling and rushing around me, but I couldn't see anything because my eyes were covered. My breath was coming in and out in sharp pants. Too fast. I couldn't get my eyes to just focus on one thing. I could practically see each individual stitch in my blindfold.

"Kagami—" My head snapped to the side as someone shook me lightly. I tilted my head in the direction of Tou-san's voice, his worry apparent from his agitated tone. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears and was unable hear what he was saying, but I caught bits and pieces of what he was trying to tell me. "Calm down, Kagami… Breathe."

I sucked in a breath and held it for a second, letting it out slowly through my nose. I repeated the action twice more. I blinked, and the Kyuubi was only but a memory. Nothing to worry about. I was fine and this was definitely not a sign that I had been reborn into an anime.

Oh god.

I passed out.

It had never really clicked with me before, but the fight at what is now called the Valley of the End made me realize that… this is all real. This is actually happening. This is not a bout of insanity, this is not a coma-induced hallucination, this is not some strange dream. I am here. I have proof: the Kyuubi is here, I saw it with my own eyes. (My Sharingan.)

This is real. (Oh god.)

My name now is Kagami Uchiha. This is my story.

When I came to consciousness once more, I became aware of the gentle murmuring of my new mother, talking in heated whispers to my new father. I coughed weakly, motioning for water, and I immediately got their attention. I felt a cup of water being pressed to my lips and drank greedily.

"Why am I blindfolded?" I croaked.

"Shh, love. Rest," my new mothersaid, and I felt her smooth back my hair.

"You're recovering from acute chakra exhaustion," Tou-san informed me.

"What happened?"

I heard my father exhale heavily. "First, Kagami, you must promise me that you will never wander outside of the compound without permission ever again."

"Yes, Tou-san," I mumbled.

He took my hand. "Second, congratulations on activating your Sharingan. I wish you had done so under better circumstances, because unfortunately there were some complications."

"The Kyuubi's chakra mixed with the special chakra necessary for the Sharingan, corroding the part of the your eyes' chakra coils that allow you to turn the doujutsu off. You're going to suffer from chakra exhaustion many more times in the future, so I suggest you get used to how you're feeling now, because I won't go easier on you with your training," he said sternly. I nodded meekly.

I couldn't turn it off? I frowned a little. "Don't worry, love." Mother leaned over and kissed my forehead. Her hand smoothed down my curly hair.

My father squeezed my hand. "We don't know the extent of the damage the Kyuubi's chakra did to you from the activation, and the nurse told us each symptom probably won't show up until later on in life." I heard him sigh. "Kagami, I'll have to teach you how to fight with that on."

I swallowed nervously; the task set before me was a daunting one. I had to learn to fight with a blindfold. I had to learn how to survive in this scary world with a blindfold. I wanted to cry, my eyes were stinging slightly and my lips trembled slightly.

"Shh, love," Mother said as she cradled my head to her bosom. She rocked me back and forth while she hummed the lullaby I had heard many times from my first year in this godforsaken world. I reached up with my free hand and curled my fingers into her robe next to my face, whimpering slightly.

My father brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, saying, "You're safe now." He knew exactly what needed to be said, and wrapped in the warmth of their love, I began to sob.

I just… wanted to go outside. Get some fresh air. But I got more than I bargained for.

You know, I guess it really never sunk in that I was in real danger, that I was in this fucked up situation, until I saw the Kyuubi. Then suddenly, everything made sense. The people breathing fire, the forehead protectors with the leaf symbol, the red eyes. I panicked.

I was a Uchiha who activated their curse of hatred by a fucking panic attack. How cowardly was that? Yes, everything was fucked up.

I shot up, a silent scream parting my lips. The crushing pressure of hate and malice, and that giant fiery tail of death hurling towards my weakened body still pressed down on my lungs. I gasped for air. He wasn't here, he was just a dream just a dream JUST A DREAM.

I was okay. Kurama couldn't get me. I wrapped my fists deeper into my covers that pooled around the lower half of my body.

"I'm safe," I whispered to myself. I took in a deep breath. "I'm safe," I repeated, trying to convince myself that it was true.

I slid out of bed, because there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. I didn't want to go back to Kurama. I didn't want to see the bodies. I didn't want to feel helpless again. I had already activated my 'curse of hatred' by bloody panic. I blindly felt my way to my door.

I would get used to not being able to see after a while, Father had told me. In my past life it would have taken years maybe more but that was just a big difference between being here and being in America. I banged my hand against the wall, and I flinched. I wanted to be used to this now!

I ran my hands along the wall hoping that I was making my way down to my door.

"Kagami?" I slid to a stop, the sleepy voice of my Okaa-san reached my ears. "Are you alright, love?"

I gave a shaky smile, she sounded like she was in front of me. I hoped she was anyways, "Hai, Okaa-san." I inched forward slightly. "I was just going to go train."

Mother was quiet for a while. I started inching my way along the wall again, I heard a chuckle, "Love, you're going the wrong way."

I pouted, of course I was. I frowned and turned around, banging my nose into the wall in the process. Why oh why couldn't I have not activated these devil eyes? "Okaa-san, can I take my blindfold off for a while?"

I heard very soft footsteps. I sucked in a quiet breath, Mother was always silent. I willed the panic away, it was hard but I couldn't just seize into a panic attack every time something bad happened. "Not now, love." Her hand gently touched my shoulder leading me away from the wall and to what I hoped was the door. "I'm sorry." She sighed, "Love you're not ready to use the Sharingan. Otou-sama needs to build your chakra reserves. Otherwise you'll die from chakra exhaustion."

I could understand that considering that I was physically three years old but mentally older. My actual chakra reserves are lopsided, I didn't really know what kind of effects that actually had on my Sharingan considering all I knew about it was that it took special chakra to activate it. With that in mind though how was it that I absorbed some of Kurama's chakra during my activation?

She lead me down a hallway in silence.

What exactly was the special chakra anyways? I mean in chakra there are three original types. Yin, or spiritual chakra, Yang, or physical chakra, then Sen, or nature chakra. Yin and Yang mixed was normal. Yin, Yang, and Sen mixed made a super powered sage. What I didn't understand was if there were Yin and Sen mixes, or Yang and Sen mixes. I mean there must be right? There is no possible way that all three could linger in the same space without mingling in different mixes.

"Okaa-san, Otou-sama told me only special chakra activates the Sharingan…" I trailed off just realizing my mistake, three year olds would have tripped over several of those words in my single sentence.

Mother stopped and fixed me with a piercing gaze. "You're a smart little girl, aren't you love?" she murmured.

I fidgeted nervously. Then I straightened my back. Fuck being scared! I'm an Uchiha now, dammit! "Hell yeah!" I said, pumping my fist.

Mother hid a smile with her hand. "Everyone in the house is sleeping, love. Don't wake them up."

I blushed. "Err… sorry."

I didn't really realize that she had led me down to the dojo. I heard her slide the door open, "The weapon rack and practice dummies have been moved." She let go of my shoulder, "The only thing you could end up hurting yourself on would be the walls."

"Thanks Okaa-san."

Mother leaned down and placed a kiss on the crown of my head, "Have fun, but don't wake up the house okay?"

I smiled, she pushed a little bit forward. I heard the door slide shut behind me.

I breathed in, my body rising in tandem. My left leg bent at my waist, my ankle tucked close to my body. I leaned forward and extended my leg in a sharp kick. I went up onto my toes and turned my kick into a tucked twirl.

I bent my body backwards and stepped back quickly, locking my ankles for a split second before opening and turning into a natural spin turn. It was different without a partner though. The waltz was made for leading and following not for solo experimentation.

I took that spin and pulled my limbs in tightly with my body to continue with the rotation. I lifted my leg, my ankle slid up the inside of my left leg up until my arch was in line with the curve of my knee. Then I leapt up off the ground. I threw my right out in front of me and arched my back, my arms lowed with the arch up and behind me grabbing out into a globe shape above my head.

My ankle curled outwards with my horrible landing. My knee buckled and I hit the ground with a painful grunt. I curled in on my self cradling my throbbing leg closer to myself. I used to have terrible falls all time in my past. If I focused hard enough I could still hear Madame Carmine nagging me on my form, how instead of focusing on the take off to focus on the feeling, the ending was just as important as the beginning.

I took in a shaky breath and stood back up. I pulled myself back into my families starting stance. It still didn't feel right.

I would be in for a long night.

I clung to Mother's hand tightly as she guided me through the busy roads of the newly-built Uchiha District. I could see nothing, only using my ears to guide me as I heard the sounds of my clansmen mingling. It was chaotic, but the sound of peace in this war-torn world was nice to hear.

I tugged on her hand gently to get her attention as we left the district, hearing a group of children playing near me. It was intriguing because I had never talked to anyone outside of the district before. I wanted to play too! After all, I was supposed to be… wait, how old was I?

"How old am I?" I asked Mother.

"You're almost three," she answered back absentmindedly. Okay, so I probably was too young to play whatever they were playing. I thought this just as we passed by the group of children heard them break out in hushed mutterings.

"—why is she wearing a blindfold? What a weirdo—"

"—Traitors, the lot of them. Especially after that bastard Madara left—"

"—wait, is that the new heiress? I thought she had devil eyes…"

"That's why she's wearing a blindfold, idiot—"

I ducked my head and did my best to block it out. What the hell? Kids could be so mean sometimes. Then I heard a new voice.

"Hey!" they cried out. "Don't be so mean, she can hear you and she's scared!"

I was intrigued. Who was this mysterious boy? I could hear Mother talking to someone, so she was probably distracted. I moved my blindfold aside and slowly opened my eyes. The Sharingan regulated the way the eye perceived light, so I experienced no discomfort even after having my eyes closed for so long. Still, I could only look for a second, lest I drain myself to exhaustion. I opened my eyes for only a second, but with the Sharingan's photographic memory the image was ingrained in my mind.

My unexpected savior was none other than a young Danzo Shimura.

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