Okay, I have become so frustrated that Izuna is never given the actual pairing because of Shisui, that this time, I made a safeguard. I have written an OC story that will sound incredibly similar to this one... this one will just be better. Indra - female lead. Izuna - male lead. Characters that usually are ignored are my most favorite, Izuna, Shisui, Indra... you get my drift. My mind is still blank for all other stories, including my actual 6th book to be published, so I'm flexing my imagination muscles. (This go-around Indra's eyes are going to be the same color as his Susano'o)

As always,

Enjoy!

~Kyvena

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On the side of town holding poverty, gang violence, drug deals, and plenty of hostility in general, loud dance music currently played in a home holding a poorly lit basement as a man with long unruly locks sat in a chair while holding a female when another female approached, "Yo Madara, where's Izuna?" Madara looked up and smirked, "Where in the hell do you think he is Izumi?" Blowing her bangs up, Izumi folded her arms, "One of these days he's going to mess with the wrong person."

"If you are so worried about him, then why not go and check on him." Madara softly chuckled, making her grumble and turn away before walking away to make her way down the stairs to witness Izuna dancing, making her snicker, "He would do well in Indy's school if he actually applied..." Watching him spin in graceful circles around a random girl, Izumi smiled before folding her arm and chuckling, "Though, he'd never apply to gain that entrance... for what reason, I will never know."

Narrowing her eyes at who he was dancing with, Izumi internally groaned. This girl was one of the most dangerous man's girl... for this side of town at least. Of course he had to take that route, though, Izuna was extremely dangerous in his own rights. Not many people held the nerve to face Madara or Izuna. Shifting her eyes to see that said most dangerous man continuously shifting his head to look back to check on his girl until Izuna played with fire and slid his body up that girl's.

Watching that man turn around, Izumi paled and rushed down the stairs when Izuna was pushed away and yelled at, making the girl frantically speak, "We were just dancing! There's no need for that!" The silver-haired male dangerously stared at Izuna, "Man, the hell is wrong with you Tobirama!" With a gun pulled on Izuna, Tobirama growled out, "Keep running your mouth!" Izumi grasped Izuna's hand and began to tug him through the crowd until they were out of the home completely.

"Honestly Izuna?!" Izumi fumed before giving the long-haired raven a shirt. Tugging his t-shirt on as they walked, he could only grumble, "One day... I swear to god that I'm going to kill that silver-haired fucker." Sweat dropping as they continued to walk, Izumi sighed, only for the long-haired raven to bark out again, "So, was there a specific reason why you took me out of there anyway?!" Izumi gained a dry face at this, "Tobirama had a gun pulled on you, is that not enough of a reason?!"

Hearing this teen speaking furiously under his breath, Izumi frowned deeply as she spoke softly, "I worry about you... that's all." Rolling his onyx jewels as they continued to walk, Izuna scoffed, "I don't see why you do care. You always seem to want to kill me." Now taking notice that they had been walking for quite some time now, Izuna then grumbled out, "Where in the hell are you taking me to Izumi?!" Izumi had to tease this man now, "Awe, you must be getting so tired! Poor baby!"

Kicking a trash can over, Izuna grabbed multiple things as Izumi bolted, "Izuna, no!" Hurling those things, Izumi dodged everything until a window crashed. Fuck... this was Indra's school. Walking forward, Izuna smirked and kicked the glass, "Let's see if there's anything worth taking." Izumi sweat dropped as Izuna jumped inside, forcing her to follow and jump inside as well while whispering harshly, "Dammit Izuna, there's nothing worth value taking from here! This is a school!"

Lifting an eyebrow, he had to wonder aloud, "Seriously? It doesn't look like a school." Izumi then folded her arms as she answered, "Yes I'm serious. It's an alternative school called the Institution of Elite Arts Program. If you are caught in here, then you will be in a lot of trouble. Now, can we go please?! The sun is starting to rise!" Rolling his eyes he then sighed, "You seem pretty adamant about leaving here as fast as possible. Is there some damn special reason you are in such a rush?"

Grabbing his hand, she forced him out of the building before they could be caught, "God, why am I always put in-charge of babysitting your stupid ass?! I brought you here so you might think about transferring here so that you wouldn't have to worry about anything except dancing!" Izuna could only lift an eyebrow at this, "From the way you put it... this is just some school for rich kids. So tell me why in the hell I would want to transfer to some rich kid school. So that I act stuck up?"

Izumi released a heavy snort, "Believe me Izuna... you don't need a rich kid school to act like a complete and total snob. The reason I brought you is because of the fact that you are such a talented dancer that could apply to this school! You are graceful and dance as well as any person that goes to this school! However, you waste all of that gifted talent by only showcasing that grace in damn parties!" Izuna then scowled deeply at this, "What point are you even trying to make Izumi?!"

Sighing, Izumi sat down once they made plenty of distance, only to speak, "You've loved dancing for as long as I can remember, so do you plan to quit dancing by the time you graduate just to become a full-time member of the gang?" Izuna felt a bit taken back by this, only to reply, "Well... I... I'm not sure." Izumi could only sigh at this reply before speaking again, "Honestly... you can't remain as the most popular boy in school for all eternity. We all have to grow up eventually Izuna."

"Right, like I would ever be good enough for a school like that," he spoke while clenching his biceps tightly, making Izumi sigh, "How would you know unless you gained the nerve to actually apply and try out? The answer is simple if you think about it... you never would know unless you gained the courage to try." Izuna then gripped his muscular biceps tighter and grit his teeth, "Look at where we come from Izumi!" Izumi snapped her eyes towards Izuna, "What is your damn point?!"

Sitting across from her, he then shifted his gaze away, "How in the hell could they ever accept someone like me?! Even if I tried, I would be pushed to the side!" Izumi then noticed that he was actually taking interest in trying out, "Well, like I said, you would never know that answer unless you tried. You might not know it... but kids from poverty tryout to that school all the time and get signed in on a scholarship due to their raw talent alone... like the raw talent you were gifted with."

"We are going to be juniors in high school this year and tryouts to the school are upcoming. So, you will need to put in an application soon. I can get that application for you if you are wanting it," she added in with the hopes he would take the bait. There was one problem though... Izuna never stuck to anything for too long and quit before even being given the chance to truly start on anything, "There is one problem though." Looking at Izumi, he then questioned, "Which would be?"

Sighing, Izumi leaned on her forearms that were propped onto her knees as she spoke, "People who go to that school are committed to their arts entirely, so they don't just give up if they have one bad day. Let me be blunt... anything you ever start; you give up on... except dance. So, why not make a career out of your love for dance?" Pausing when she thought of Indra, she then continued, "I mean, if you really wanted it, then you would chase after that dream... no matter the cost."

Shifting a nervous frown from side to side, he then realized that she said that she could get an application for him, making him gaze at her suspiciously, "Izumi, how in the hell could you of all people get me an application?" Izumi then sighed heavily, "I know someone who goes to that school already. Let's just leave it at that. She could help you gain that entrance as well and give you extra lessons, or even become your partner for tryouts. From what she told me, pairs can tryout."

Standing up finally, Izumi then brushed her clothing off, "Well, you have some time to think it over. But... let me ask you this... are you wanting to do something with your life, or are you contempt being the popular boy to a school that amounts to nothing." Izuna then peered up at her before he glanced back in the direction of the school, "I... I'm not sure what I want to do with my life yet. But... do you really think that... whoever this is... could and would help me if I did wish to tryout?"

Humming, Izumi then chuckled and clasped her hands behind her back with a smile, "Well, like I said, you have to be serious about wanting this. I will make the call once you are serious about doing something with your life. I can't make that decision for you Izuna. If I were given a chance to chase after my dream like the opportunity that I have given you, then I would take it without hesitation. I don't always want to live the way we currently are. Now, c'mon... we should get going."

Long brunette locks came to a stop in front of large and rich mahogany double doors as the culprit raised her hand to knock, only to stop. Sparkling bright purple eyes seemed so unsure until shaking her head abruptly and knocking. Hearing that she could enter, she opened the door and walked in for a stern, but relaxed, tone to ring out, "Ah, Indra. What can I help you with?" God, she hated that she was treated as if she were someone that couldn't find something in a convenience store.

"Oh, um... hey dad... I got this today," she replied and handed the letter over, making him take it and read it over, "Juilliard? Indra, we spoke about this. You can go to dance lessons all you want... and you even have a world-renowned personal dance instructor at home. However, I did make it clear that you would be going to law school. You are sixteen years old, so in two years you will be prepping for college." Indra's big eyes began to tear up at that moment, "No, you spoke about it!"

Fanning his hand to make her leave, Indra could only give her father a determined expression, "I'll make a deal with you!" This made her father sigh heavily as he folded his hands, "And what of this deal?" Indra took in a deep breath before replying, "Come to my final dance recital. Since I've already been scouted, they will only be there to further observe me. If you make it on time and watch my entire performance, I will go to law school and loath the rest of my life. Deal?"

Releasing a heavy sigh at his daughter as she held her hand out, he then took her hand, "It's a deal Indra. Now, go and get some sleep for the night." Being a multi-billionaire's daughter... that was a lot of damn stairs to climb. Her little brother loved to watch her dance, so she first went to the studio with her pointe shoes and dance paws to see him sitting there while smiling sadly, "I'm going to guess the talk with dad didn't go so well..." Shrugging, Indra sat down, "Same as always."

"If I hadn't lagged behind and slacked off, I could've become a lawyer instead of you," he frowned as he stood up to get her music. Indra tied her hair up in a messy bun before placing her pointe shoes on, "It doesn't matter Ashura... At least you have come to every single recital that I've had without fail. So, at least I have some support." Snickering at his big sister, he could only claim, "I might be made fun of it... but I absolutely love to watch you dance. You always look so free..."

Pressing play on her music, this song was a gamble because it sounded like Beethoven's violin sonata number nine on crack. With the score not played as it was written could actually have that invitation revoked if she didn't nail the routine to match... because this wasn't just any mere recital, this was a world national competition to crown the best. Being crowned as the best basically made you a living legend in the eyes of the dance community, for billions of dancers signed up.

Once the top ten dancers had been asked to step forward, her name had been called first for the finals. Each round won, you were given a ribbon to show your success... and those who got first place for the round gained a metal. So far, there had been ninety-nine rounds in total... and she held all ninety-nine medals. She had special pointe shoes that she could easily slip on and off for this one routine. She would take the entire crowd for a ride in the same manner as this crazy song.

Each routine for the final could be thirteen minutes total with a total of three given breaks. She planned to take no breaks to not only shock the judges that she wouldn't be taking any breaks... but to also show her worth for the prestigious title as the best. This competition was not easy to even enter, for you had to have a good teacher, a good dance studio, and one hell of a stellar track record. She heard what six of the ten remainder of the girls were going to do... swan lake... boring.

As Ashura watched, his charcoal orbs shimmered over his sister's beyond perfect dance, "Hey sis, are you sure you don't want to take any of those three given breaks? I mean all of the other girls have a ton of costume changes." Indra then chuckled as she finished her dance and used a towel to wipe the sweat away from her face, only to shake her head, "Nope. I won't need them." This made Ashura laugh brightly and nod towards her, "Well, I know you'll be great! So go get sleep!"

A day before the finals, Indra stood in a dance studio with a class as the teacher drilled a floor combination. The instructor looked around at all of her students before pointing, "Indra, you first!" With that flawless combination performed, the instructor clapped, "Now, I want the rest of you to take notice in how she made no mistakes! I expect for the rest of you to show the same perfection!" Indra's best friend, Ino, then leaned towards her and whispered, "There's a party tonight."

Telling Ino no never worked, so Indra chuckled, "I can't be out too late." Ino could only chuckle at this, "Oh, don't you worry, I'll have you back home before your bedtime." Indra could only roll her eyes, "Very funny." The instructor then clapped her hands, "Good work everyone! Class is dismissed!" The two girls picked their dance bags up before the long-haired brunette questioned, "So where is this place?" Ino then chuckled, "On the other side of town. I advise not dressing too fancy."

Just as the sun set, Indra heard the honk of Ino's car and walked out before getting in the car, "So, I've never been on the other side of town before." Ino laughed at this comment that almost sounded nervous, "Well, that doesn't surprise me. There's a lot of violence and partying there." Parking near a house that played loud dance music, the two girls got out. Ino then linked her arm around Indra's, "Indy, you look less nervous to go on a stage in front of thousands of people. Chill."

Entering the home, people knew who Ino was... but the moment they witnessed the brunette holding those unique bright purple-colored eyes, they were amazed at how beautiful she was as Ino tugged her, "Come on! Downstairs we can dance!" Tugged down the stairs, Ino then whispered, "Don't pull any ballet moves..." Indra nodded and took in her surroundings of the dim lighting and group of people dancing dirty, making Indra blush, "You... You expect for me to dance like that?!"

"Well, if you don't think you can, then sit down," the blonde snickered and took her to an empty spot to sit, "Seriously, don't go anywhere with anyone." Indra nodded as Ino joined the partying, only for Indra to sit there nervously until witnessing long ebony locks thrashing about. Thinking that this had to be a girl, she shifted her head to see a shirtless man that was probably no older than her and was completely ripped. His sleek movements were beautiful and it made her stare at him.

When the song ended, he stopped moving and threw his gloved fist in the air until he was whistled at due to someone noticing Indra staring at him. Leaning down to hear over the next song that now played, he listened to whispering before smirking and erecting his form, only to turn and see her before walking towards her, "Why come to a party if you're not going to dance?" Turning bright red, she averted her eyes, "Sorry!" Holding his hand out to her, she was about to decline.

Ino noticed this and walked to Indra before forcing her to stand so that she slammed against his chest. This made him give an amused smirk and tug her into the crowd. She was so fascinated by this street dancing and had observed that all the girls really did was shake their hips... which looked so damn boring. Once he gave her a challenging smirk, Indra's eyebrow twitched and caught his long hair to grind down his body, making him smirk that she danced just as well as he did.

He wouldn't mind taking this one to bed due to the way she teased him. It was a shame he was completely drunk and wouldn't remember what she looked like the next day. By the time Ino checked her watch a long time later, she gasped, "Oh my god! Indy, time!" Looking at her watch, Indra paled and kissed his cheek before waving to her dance partner, only to swiftly jog away for the two girls to make their swift exit. A shirt was then thrown at him, "Time." Nodding, the two men left.

Sobered up now and not remembering a thing about the enticing little missy he had danced with at this point, those long raven locks held in a low ponytail blew in the wind as the culprit spoke in an annoyed tone, "So, why in the hell did you drag me away from the party to bring me here of all places. What's so special about it?" The older of the two hummed softly before replying, "Do try to calm yourself Izuna. This is where the world national dance competition finals are being held."

Izuna gained a dry facial expression over this as he spoke in return, "Okay, so, again... why in the hell did you drag me all the way to an empty stadium for this world national dancing thing? It's not like anyone we know or care about is in this competition." This made Madara scoff out a laugh, "I watch that world national dance competition every year, it is actually quite entertaining." Groaning, the long-haired raven blew his bangs up, "Fascinating... you watch rich kids getting trophies."

Tilting his head, Madara snorted, "No, I watch all of the hard work and effort that they put into those routines. Honestly, they are amazing to watch, and I believe that you could be in this competition. However, it is said that Hagoromo is going to be here tomorrow, but I honestly find it hard to believe." Out of the blue, a security guard then pointed a flashlight towards the pair, "Hey! You two can't be..." Izuna rolled his eyes, pulled his gun out, and shot this man right between the brows.

"Well, I do suppose that we will find out tomorrow," the moody elder brother spoke as he pulled a flyer down and hummed before continuing, "At ten in the morning. It's a good thing that you do not have school tomorrow. Now, let's go." As fast as they had appeared, the two slipped into the shadows to rush off of the premises and drove back to the clubhouse. Walking inside, the two walked to their officers and spoke up about the issue, only for Izumi and Shisui to pale, "We can't go!"

Sitting down, Madara lifted a brow, "Might I ask as to why not?" Izumi then rubbed the back of her head, "Well, you see... dad and I have to..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say, only for Shisui to snap his fingers, "Go to a performance!" Izumi gave her father a dry face at that comment as the moody male luckily shrugged it off, "Very well, you two are excused. The rest of you, I want you ready to go by ten. Bring caffeine, you might become so utterly bored that you fall asleep."

With the next day upon them, everyone did not look too enthused that they had just watched six different variations of the same dance, not that the three others were any better. Izumi and Shisui bolted in right at the end of the ninth dance without any disguises. Rushing forward, the two made it to Ashura as Izumi gasped out, "We... We didn't miss Indy's dance, did we?" Ashura burst into laughter and shook his head, "Nah, you guys made it just on time! Sis's dance is up next!"

Indra was backstage in a sleeveless white leotard that held a white faded into purple attached flowing skirt that reached to the middle of her calves, now ready for go time. Once the lights on the stage turned off, the contestant number was called and Indra walked out to take multiple deep breaths when the spotlight flashed down onto her. Unlike all of the other girls, her unruly locks were half pulled up in a ponytail behind her head as the music started for her head to slowly peer up.

The judges looked shocked that she was taking no breaks and were even more shocked when the score was not being honored. As Indra danced, Izuna stared through his binoculars at how beautiful this girl was. He had never witnessed someone with bright purple eyes before. All officers were captivated by this girl that danced beautifully. Madara's voice then jolted them out of their thoughts through their com units, "Ah... Beethoven's violin sonata number nine... it's much faster though."

Midair, Indra switched out of her pointe shoes to be in her paws the moment it was time to change so that she held the freedom she desired. Everyone was amazed at this dance until the song came to an end with a pose. Roars upon roars of cheers echoed out as sweat dripped from her face to fall to the ground. Smiling brightly, Indra then gave her dancer bow that silently gave her thanks for all of the praises that she was now receiving until her eyes connected with her father's.

Standing all of the way in the back stood Hagoromo as he clapped, making Indra narrow her eyes subtly before making her exit off of the stage as the announcer stepped onto the stage as people continued to roar with cheers, "Are we ready to find out who the world's best dancer of this year is?!" All dancers made their way back onto the stage as he called out, "In third place we have dancer six thirty-three! Give a round of applause for all of her achievements everyone! Great job!"

With her number being seven eleven, Indra crossed her fingers behind her back with hope held in her heart as the announcer then called out, "In second place, we have dancer four sixty-eight! Great job! Everyone give your round of applause to acknowledge her achievements as well!" After everyone, including the dancers, clapped their hands, the announcer then gained a stoked face, "And now... after a long-awaited time that we all have been waiting for! In first place is..."

Crossing her fingers even tighter, the announcer then called out, "Give it up for our new supreme champion! Dancer number seven eleven!" Indra instantly clasped her hands over her mouth. She had worked so hard to be named as the supreme champion... the best dancer that this world has ever acknowledged... the best!" Walking forward, a bouquet of flowers were given to her, along with a jeweled crown and a massive trophy as Ashura, Izumi, and Shisui bolted up to hold her.

"Uncle Shisui! Izumi! Ashura! I actually did it! I won! Can you believe it?!" Indra cried against them and held them tightly. All of the Juilliard scouts smirked and closed their folders with a smile once they stood up and turned around to find Hagoromo, "Hagoromo, sir, you must be so proud. Your daughter will do fantastically in Juilliard!" Hagoromo gave an all-too believable smile and nodded towards them, "Yes, I'm sure she will do nothing short of marvelously inside of your school."

Getting inside of the car now, Indra folded her arms, clearly not happy with her father, "You are unbelievable! You said that you'd be there, and yet you weren't!" Hagoromo sighed heavily and snapped his head back as he drove his two children home, "Indra, enough!" Rolling her eyes, Indra folded her arms and looked out of the window until hearing her little brother yelling in a panic, "Dad, look out!" Snapping her head forward, her eyes widened as the car was slammed into.

With blood sliding down her face, Indra coughed up a bit of blood as the sound of sirens could be heard, "Ashura... dad... you okay?" Slowly shifting her head over, her eyes widened at the sight of her unresponsive father and brother making her sob uncontrollably while yelling out as firefighters arrived on scene, "Help!" - "We got a live one!" - "Get her out of there!" With the door being pried off, Indra was then pulled out as she heard, "We've got two unresponsive other individuals!"

By the time she woke up, Indra was in the hospital and groggily took in her surroundings. The stench of bleach wafted through the air and the sounds of nurses chattering could be heard. A man that she didn't know was sitting in her room, and as tempted as she was to scream, he held his hand up to stop that nonsense, "My name is Iruka and I'm a social worker. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, especially since you just woke up, but your father and brother are now deceased."

Shock settled in rather fast and her heart now throbbed in her ears as he continued, "While going through your files, I only found one person among your family that was willing to take you in... your uncle, Shisui Uchiha. All of your father's immense wealth is now strictly yours. However, since you are still a minor, the mansion was sold and all of the money is now in your bank account as well. For now, this will be your home for a total of six months, and you will need rehabilitation."

With the social worker leaving, Indra laid there with tears rolling down her face. For the next couple of months, she never let anyone see her unless it was that damn social worker, nurses, her doctor, or the physical therapist. Her back had been severely damaged, her ankles had been crushed by the seats of the car, her dominant leg had been broken, and her neck had taken some serious damage. Having some of her belongings brought to her by the end of her stay, she stared at them.

Seeing her dance bag beside her, Indra instantly became enraged and hurled the bag away, "All of this is my fault! If I hadn't made that stupid deal with my dad, then him and Ashura would still be alive! I swear to anything and everything that I will never dance again!" A nurse then walked in with a gentle frown, "Indra, it's time for rehab..." Nodding and standing up, Indra began to follow. Her back, ankles, and leg had all healed up perfectly as if no damage had ever come to her at all.

Walking inside of the rehab room after taking one break to catch her breath, her muscles had weakened a great deal and she grabbed each bar on either side of her body as the physical therapist spoke, "So, Indra, have you been feeling any pain in your ankles, leg, or back?" Slowly walking forward with sweat dripping down her bangs, Indra shook her head and basically whispered out, "No... I just feel weak..." The physical therapist nodded at this, "Well, that's to be expected honey."

With physical therapy finished, Indra was sat down and smiled at as the therapist went over her charts, "Well, from the way I see it, you just need to exercise a bit to regain all of that lost muscle! Other than that, you appear to be completely healed!" Checking her leg and ankles, he nodded and wrote more notes down, "I have good news for you!" Peering over lazily at the physical therapist, he finished with a smile, "You can start dancing again! Take it slowly though, am I clear?"

"As a bell..." she grumbled before adding in, "Because I'll never dance again." Frowning at this, knowing that this girl had just won the world national title, he sighed, "Indra, something bad happened, yes, but that doesn't mean you should stop dancing." Rolling her eyes, she then spat out, "The last I checked, you weren't qualified to be a damn emotional therapist." Holding out a piece of paper to the brunette, she took it, "You're recommending that I go to group grief therapy to heal?!"

The physical therapist sighed, "Indra... you have so many emotions that are caged up as of now. Rage, sadness, and grief. Now, I was your last stop for the day. The social worker, Mister Iruka, is now here to take you to your new home." Iruka had to rent a moving van for all of the items that had been inside of Indra's home and had finally finished when he knocked on the door, "Indra, it's time to go." Standing up, the physical therapist handed Iruka a bottle of strong painkillers.

Motioning Iruka forward once Indra left the office to touch the bars that were basically ballet bars, the physical therapist murmured, "Give these to her uncle. She is only to have these if she is in immeasurable pain, but she honestly shouldn't be in any more pain... and here are medications from her doctor. One is for her severe case of anxiety and the other is a sedative to help her sleep at night. Inform her uncle to hide her medication... she might try to overdose right on the spot."

Nodding, he then ushered Indra inside of the backseat of his car, only for a nurse to rush out, "Mister Iruka! Indra forgot this!" He noticed that it was her dance bag and nodded before taking it, "Thank you." Getting into the driver's side of the car, he sighed and began to drive slowly so that the van knew where to go. Leaning against the door, the brunette fell asleep as he unfortunately drove this rich girl to the bad side of town. He didn't like this side of town at all and hoped she'd be okay.

With where the hospital had been located, this was over an hour drive. She held a motorcycle, but she was not permitted to drive it yet. Pulling into the driveway after a while, he parked and Indra jolted awake while sweating heavily as she yelled out, "Ashura!" By the gods did he feel terrible for this girl, making him frown, "I'll be right back Indra." Nodding her head as she wiped the sweat from her face, she instantly noticed all of the people walking out of their homes to be nosey.

Opening the door as he secured his handgun away, Shisui then smiled cheekily, "Yo, what's up Iruka!" Iruka then motioned his head back to his car as he spoke, "I have Indra. All of your adoption forms have checked out, so try to not do anything that might put her in foster care, am I clear?" Izumi bolted by the two and reached her cousin before flinging the door open, "Indy, we are sisters now!" Indra smiled weakly and stood up as Iruka explained all of Indra's medication to her uncle.

Izumi tugged one bland and lost appearing Indra inside before making it to the third bedroom, "This is your room!" This room wasn't anything special, so she nodded and softly whispered, "Thanks..." Tilting her head, Izumi snapped her fingers, "Why don't you sit down. I'll get all of your stuff for you! I can't wait to see you dance again!" Indra's eyes dulled at that as her newfound sister, that she didn't even know was her sister, rushed out of the home to begin grabbing everything.

Once Indra was settled in, Izumi looked at her watch and swore, "I have to go for a bit, so keep busy!" With Izumi bolting out of the home, Shisui walked to her room and gently knocked on the door, "Indra, can I talk to ya for a minute?" Nodding her head, he then walked in and ran his fingers through her unruly mane, "I legally adopted you... but I'm giving you the choice to keep the surname Otsutsuki, or change it to Uchiha." Indra shrugged at this and softly spoke, "I don't care..."

Ruffling his hand through his hair, Shisui could only sigh, "Well, since you and Izumi look so much alike, minus your pretty rare eyes, I was kinda hoping that you'd become a part of the family as my kiddo. Indra Uchiha might make it a clean slate, if ya catch my drift." Sighing, her dull orbs stared at the ground as she managed to choke out, "Okay... daddy..." She was a bad luck charm, so she had to wonder when she would lose this family, for it seemed like anything she ever loved... died.

Sitting beside her, he then tugged her into his arms, "Indra... let your feelings out..." Indra instantly burst into tears and clung to her newfound father desperately. Stroking her back, he had to let the cat out of the bag, "Hey kiddo, I have to take you to group grief therapy in a bit. It lasts for an hour, so I need to inform you of some important things." Sniffling, she nodded, making him continue, "As you can tell, we aren't on the best side of town. There is violence everywhere ya look."

Humming, he then continued, "There's not only violence though. There are drug deals, kidnappings, and women are constantly raped. So, when I drop ya off, don't dawdle and head straight in. Now get dressed my cutie little girl." Standing and stumbling a bit, Shisui's arms shot out and caught her, "Whoa now. Slow and steady." Nodding, he then let her go and walked out, "I'll be waiting for ya in the living room. So get dressed and head on out so we can get this over with, alright?"

Getting changed into a pair of short dark wash denim shorts, a loose t-shirt, and tugged on black ankle socks before slipping her black and purple running shoes on. Brushing her wild mane, Indra then walked out for Shisui to wink, "Ya ready to go?" Sighing and nodding, they walked out and got inside of his truck. As they drove, Shisui spoke nonstop as Indra stared out at how dirty this side of town appeared, not even noticing that they had stopped now, he raised his voice, "Indra!"

Jumping, she looked over, "Yeah?" Chuckling and threading his fingers through her hair, he motioned his head and winked, "We're here honey." Opening the door and easing out, Indra stopped when Shisui spoke, "Right inside, am I understood missy?" Nodding her head innocently, he then smiled, "Love you sweetie." Rushing back, Indra flung her arms around his neck and began to cry against his neck, "I... I love you too daddy." Kissing the top of her head, he sighed, "Go on now."

Exiting and closing the door, she waved and began to slowly walk forward as Shisui drove off. Raised as a good girl, Indra entered the building before taking a seat as the counselor spoke out, "Everyone, we have someone new joining us today. Go ahead and introduce yourself dear." What in the hell was this... show and tell? Everyone turned to look at Indra, only to appear baffled at this girl's eyes once she lifted her head, "My name is Indra Uchiha. Formerly known as Indra Otsutsuki."

When she was asked what was making her grieve, Indra looked down and whispered out just loud enough for everyone to hear, "My father and little brother died in a car accident... and it's all my fault. I pestered my father to come to my final performance at the world national dance competition. When he made it there at the end of my performance, I was mad and began to nag at him because I was crowned as the champion..." Everyone who knew of this competition was floored.

Those who knew that she had won instantly began to ask her when she would start dancing again, only for Indra to shut down. By the end of the group grief therapy, everyone began to leave... only for Indra to notice that Shisui wasn't here. Sitting down and checking her watch, those rare bright purple hues were noticed by everyone. After two hours had passed and he still wasn't here, Indra stood up and began to walk. Though, it wasn't as if she actually knew where she was going.

Keeping to herself as she walked, Indra started to become nervous once she passed by a group of men that began to smirk and speak to one another about her, only to begin following her. She knew that she wasn't supposed to run yet, and she was already sweating from how far she had walked. She had to stop to catch her breath, so she caught a chain-link fence while taking in sharp breaths of air, only to be caught from behind and was yanked to stand straight up, "Let me go!"

"Oh shit. Dude, her eyes are gorgeous! I've never seen anyone with bright purple eyes before!" One man chimed out in an almost sinister tone as the man that had grabbed her slipped his hands beneath her top and began pawing her breasts, "She's soft as hell too." Her shorts were then unbuttoned and that's when a truck came to a screeching halt before Shisui jumped out with his handgun drawn, "Release my daughter this instant!" The men instantly backed away and bolted.

Rushing to catch Indra, Shisui held her close, "Dammit, don't worry me like that sweetie!" Bursting into tears against him and lacing her arms around his neck, Shisui lifted her up into her arms as she sobbed out, "I... I'm sorry for disobeying daddy! I'm sorry! Please... Please don't hit me!" That made Shisui's eyes wide, "Sweet... Sweetie, I... I'm not going to hit you. You just scared me half to death. I got caught up with work, so I was extremely late. Please forgive me for that."

He was now holding an internal ocean of rampaging thoughts over the fact that she had just asked for him to not hit her, only for tears to swell up in his eyes. Shisui then carried her to his truck and placed her inside before walking around to get inside of his truck. Indra, Ashura, and Izumi's had been a set of adorable triplets, so hearing the eldest of his three begging for him to not hit her hurt like a bitch. When he had heard that Ashura had died, he had almost fallen apart at the seams.

At the time of their birth, Shisui and his deceased wife, who had been a brunette, had been far too immature and beyond the point of being merely poor to raise a set of triplet. So instead of forcing two of his children to live in poverty, they had adopted the two eldest out to his closest friend... Hagoromo and his wife. They had figured since they held a sturdy foundation to raise children so that they didn't have to pick up the dangerous line of work that they had held, that they'd be fine.

When Hagoromo's wife passed from an illness, they had hoped he would continue to be a fantastic father to the two children they had freely given away. When his wife had died from a similar illness that Hagoromo's wife had held, he continued to be there for both of his two eldest children by attending all of Indra's dance recitals or competitions. Each time he asked Ashura where Hagoromo was, Shisui remembered the teen sighing and saying that their father couldn't make it due to work.

It wasn't as if his status of being poor had improved much, considering him and Izumi were still stuck on the bad side of town. They weren't even in the part of town that held middle class housing. It was a damn miracle that he had even held enough funds to buy the home he lived in now. What bothered him was that his daughter had just begged for him to not hit her. Though, as of now, he was unwilling to share that she even was his child, "C'mon... ya have school tomorrow..."

The day following, Indra woke up, showered, and brushed her teeth and hair before getting dressed in a pair of designer skinny jeans, a skin-tight designer royal blue t-shirt, and a pair of designer knee high brown boots. Walking out with her backpack once she looked in the mirror at her thigh long unruly locks that were hopeless and spritzed some sweet-scented perfume on, Shisui smiled at her with a bright cheeky grin before chirping out happily, "Look at you! You look beautiful!"

Smiling weakly with sorrow-filled shimmering eyes, he walked forward and held her, "All of your transcripts have been transferred to your new school. So have a good day sweetie. Keep your chin up baby, I love you." Smiling weakly, Indra nodded and choked out, "O... Okay daddy... I love you too." Pulling out his wallet, he almost felt his breath hitch before handing her the last of his money, "There's your lunch money. Study hard and try to find something to do, they have a dance team!"

Indra glanced away at that comment and nodded at him, "Okay..." Shisui then took out her anxiety medication and handed it to her with a glass of water, "Bottoms up missy. You in any pain?" Shaking her head, Indra then took her anxiety medication, "Thank you daddy." Smiling tenderly at his little girl, Shisui raised his hand and threaded his fingers through that unruly brunette mane she held, "Don't mention it sweetie. Now go on, you and Izumi will be late if you don't go now."

Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead before Izumi stole her by bouncing out and snagging Indra, "C'mon sis!" Following Izumi, she then looked over her shoulder at Shisui as he groaned when he looked over all of the overdue bills. He had to furnish Indra's entire room, so he was completely broke now. Forget the bills... he was more worried over how he held no money to feed his kids. She could see how worried he truly was, so she gained a plan in mind to lend him a helping hand.

Once they got in Izumi's car, Indra spoke, "Hey... Izumi? Can you take me to an ATM?" Nodding her head, she pulled up to a gas station and got out with Indra as she walked inside. Confused why she needed to stop at an ATM, Indra swiped her card and withdrew a million dollars and nodded, "Take us back home really quick." Izumi now knew what she was doing, "You saw how worried daddy was... huh?" Indra smiled softly before she replied, "I just want to lessen his stress sis..."

Pulling back into the driveway, Indra had Izumi wait as she got out of the car. Walking to the door, what she witnessed broke her on multiple levels. Shisui had all of those bills in front of him as he covered his face with a single hand while speaking through muffled sobs, "How... How am I going to keep my daughters fed?" Silently entering and writing a note, Indra then placed the money and note on the coffee table before leaving just as quietly as she had entered before walking to the car.

Sliding his hand down his face and looking up at the ceiling, he took a deep breath and looked back down at those overdue bills, only for his eyes to widen immensely to see the money and the note. Picking it up, Shisui skimmed over it to read, 'Please don't cry, worry, or stress out daddy, I'm here for you as much as you are here for me. Your smile has been nothing short of a miracle for me. I mean... That's what family is for, right? Have a good day daddy, I love you so much. -Indra.'

Noticing how much money there was, Shisui's eyes widened further and began to cry tears of joy that he could take care of both of his little girls. He felt weak that he had to take his daughter's money just to keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs... but nonetheless, he was grateful for the gifted help. However, that's when he remembered that all of this money had been Hagoromo's multi-billions, not Indra's. Smiling, he whispered out, "Thank you for this sweetie..."

Picking up all of that money, Shisui drove to the bank and placed all of that money in his bank account before joyously returning home as if he had won the lottery. Picking up his cell phone, he called and paid off all of his overdue bills. Standing up, he then drove to the grocery store and began to pick up everything that they might need for food for a while. In all honesty, he couldn't remember the last time he had a full pantry and had even gotten a few things to spoil his little girls.

Izumi finally pulled into a parking spot at school and parked before shutting the ignition off, only to grab her backpack and step out. Both girls got out of the car and everyone instantly took notice in Indra. Hearing rap music playing from a car that was parked near the entrance of the school, Indra turned her head to see a circle of people chanting and challenging someone... to dance? Izumi chuckled at Indra's puzzled puppy face, considering she definitely knew who was being challenged.

"Good luck sis! You need to learn how to stand on your own!" Izumi laughed before bolting off towards the group. Indra supposed that she could understand that logic, so she began to walk towards the entrance of the school... not the group of people currently dancing. She wasn't quite prepared to be stopped once she entered the school to go through a metal detector. Walking through it, the locket that Ashura had got her triggered the alarm, making her jump in a startled fashion.

Pulled to the side as her backpack was checked, she was then patted down for them to nod at her as she nervously asked where the principal's office was quietly. Directed to the office, Indra knocked before entering, "Hello sir... my name is Indra Uchiha, I'm the new transfer." Nodding his head as he stared at those rare eyes, he spoke, "Ah, yes. Miss Uchiha, welcome to our humble school. It claims in your files that you haven't been in an actual school since you were six years of age."

'Humble my ass... I felt like I was going through airport security the moment I walked inside...' - "Um... yes sir. I was in an alternative school," she thought and replied in return, only for him to lift a brow, "An alternative school?" Indra wanted to be sarcastic as hell, but she merely nodded, "Yes sir, I was in the Institution of Elite Arts Program." Now this principal was slightly nervous. What in the hell was someone from the Institution of Elite Arts Program doing at this school of all places?

Printing her schedule off, he couldn't help but appreciate that he was being treated with respect for once, only to read over her file again, "Ah... you are one out of a set of triplets. One has passed, leaving you as simply being twins. So, you are Izumi Uchiha's twin sister. Well, I can definitely notice the resemblance between you two. Other than your eyes, you two look almost identical. Now, here is your schedule and your books will be in your class." Taking the paper, Indra then nodded.

How in the hell was she supposed to study if they couldn't take their books home? Right... she was living in poverty now. She had been taught to always carry her checkbook around, so she pulled it out and wrote down a substantial amount that didn't even place a dent in her funds. Writing the name of the school down so that the principal couldn't make the funds his own, she signed her name gracefully, "Here is a donation to the school. Now, if you might pardon me before I am late."

Exiting the office, Indra noticed that there was no one in the halls any longer. Walking around to find her classroom without any help was a challenge, but she managed. Knocking on the door, Indra then opened the door and walked in. The teacher held lazy eyes as if he were completely fed up with life as she handed her schedule over. Taking the sheet of paper, he hummed as he glanced over it, "It would appear as if we have a new student. My name is Mister Hatake, now take your seat."

Well, there was only one seat open, so she didn't really have a choice. Walking forward and sitting down, a whistle was then heard from a teen with long raven locks that were held in a low ponytail, "Damn she's hot!" All of his pals laughed as he held his hand out to gain plenty of high-fives. Turning bright red, Indra lowered her head as the teacher gave a dreaded sigh, "Izuna, that's enough. Might I get on with the lesson now?" Calming herself down, she pulled out a notebook and pencil.

Once the bell rang, Indra stood up to go to her next class. Apparently, she was in all of the same classes as the one named Izuna. By the time it was lunch, Izumi bounded to her and smooched her cheek, "Hiya sis!" Smiling, Indra softly laughed before she spoke, "Hey sis." Izumi then smirked at her sister, "So, I heard all of your classes so far have been with the most popular boy in school." Blinking softly at this, Indra wasn't placing two and two together as she replied, "Huh? I am?"

"Oh yeah... Izuna is pretty full of himself. Mister... "Oh I'm a great dancer and the star quarterback!" Yeah, that's him," she spoke unenthusiastically before turning her head to see Izuna, only to hurl a cup at his face. Indra then paled as the two walked to sit down at the table right behind Izuna, "Hey... Izumi? Why did you just hit him?" Izumi then snorted, reached back, and pinched Izuna's ear, "The jackass deserves it with the added fact that he's a dick. Besides, I know him really well."

This made Indra tilt her head at this, "What, did you guys date or something?" Izumi instantly gagged at this comment, "Oh hell no. He could only wish!" Izuna was now groaning, "Will you let me go Izumi?!" Holding her finger up to her sister, Izumi then turned around and whispered viciously, "Stay away from my sister Izuna. If I find out that you have done anything to hurt her more than she's already been hurt, then our dad will kill you slowly... make no mistake about that one."

Once lunch was over with, it was back off to class. Indra kept to herself as she slowly made her way to her next class... only to hear classical music that sounded far too familiar. Slowly turning her head with widened eyes, she witnessed a pointe class ongoing with girls attempting to recreate her final performance before quitting. With her eyes out of focus, Indra's eyes filled with tears as she began to hyperventilate softly to not alert anyone as she clutched her hand over her heart.

"Damn that Izumi... I feel like my ear was almost ripped off," Izuna grumbled and rubbed at his reddened ear until noticing Indra standing by the glass window leading to the dance room. Lifting his brow over this as he continued to walk forward, he peered inside to see what had her so distressed, only to see those girls failing to perform the same dance that one girl he had witnessed performing flawlessly. Watching Indra begin collapsing from fainting, he darted forward and caught her.

Why would that dance bring her so much damn anxiety? She had never witnessed it before... and it wasn't like she had been the one to perform it. Lifting her, he then pulled his phone out and dialed Shisui's number while hoping to god that he had paid his bills. "Yo, Izuna, something wrong?" - "Well... um... sort of. Indra just fainted from seeing a dance performance." - "Oh fucking hell... Please tell me that it wasn't the performance from the world national competition that won..."

Confused at this, Izuna then cleared his throat, "Uh... yeah, that's the one." Hearing a sigh, Shisui then replied, "I'll be right there with her anxiety medication in ten minutes. Don't leave her side." Izuna felt beyond the point of confused at this point as he nodded, "Alright, will do." Hanging up, Izuna then carried Indra to the nurses office and explained what his instructions were, making her nod. With how fast and hard her heart was slamming, it actually made Izuna nervous for her.

Shooting awake, Indra shot up while trembling immensely, only for the long-haired raven to catch her, "Whoa, hold on Indra. You fainted." Her eyes looked so panicked that he felt a tug at his heartstrings, making him pull her face to his chest as she burst into tears. The door then opened and Shisui darted forward, "Sweetie, calm down!" Her eyes bounced all about in the attempts to regain any and all focus. After calling her doctor, Indra was prescribed a strong inhaler that he pulled out.

Shaking that inhaler, he lifted her chin, "Deep breath baby." Pressing the button as her panicked breath sucked in the medication, he then pressed it again for her breathing to regulate. Looking at the nurse, Shisui sighed, "I'm going to take her home now." The nurse nodded and found this to be a good idea. Picking his daughter up, Shisui then pat Izuna's shoulder once Indra fell asleep in his arms, "Thank you for taking such good care of her Izuna. Head back to class and inform Izumi."

Incapable of handling school now, Indra stayed at home and did online classes through her laptop. Sitting in the living room with her laptop on her lap as she wrote notes down, Shisui had been in the process of falling asleep from how much he had been working as of late... not that Indra actually knew what that job was. Feeling his head against her shoulder, Indra shifted her gaze over and placed her laptop on the arm of the couch to continue once she pulled his head to her lap.

She wouldn't lie... online schooling was lonely, but she figured that it was a better alternative than passing out in school. Mindlessly stroking her father's hair as she worked kept Shisui in a deep state of sleep. He honestly didn't mind her staying home while getting her schooling completed. Izumi then walked inside of the home after her schooling was done for the day, only to lift her eyebrow and chuckle softly at the sight, "Sis, don't you get tired of being daddy's pillow every day?"

Shaking her head, Indra chuckled softly and stroked his short hair lightly, "No, not really." Izumi then sat down and folded her arms with furrowed brows as she remembered telling Izuna that he would do well in Indra's old school, yet he never tried out when the time came down to it. "Izumi, are you okay?" Indra asked softly to not disturb Shisui, making the youngest of the former triplets shift her gaze up before speaking, "Yeah, I guess. I just kinda miss you going to school with me."

Closing her laptop once her online homework was complete, Indra sighed, "I don't even know what I could do there without freaking out again. I know that it's been a month... but still..." Izumi then snapped her fingers, "Hey, why not join cheerleading if you aren't going to do dance!" Indra then blinked softly as she replied, "Aren't the tryouts already over?" Izumi shook her head gently, "Not yet! Tryouts for cheerleading starts a few weeks before football games are going to start."

Snickering, Izumi could only scoff out a bright laugh before continuing, "Though, I can't even explain as to how horrible they actually are! Maybe you can make them better than the horrible dance team. They did get a bit more funding to purchase cute uniforms though. When I walked by the cheer gym that they are supposed to practice in, I witnessed the new uniforms. So, why not give it a shot Indy?" Peering down, Indra then nodded, "If it's so important that I return, then I will try out."

The next day, Indra got dressed to actually go to school, making Shisui smile, "Back to school?" Indra nodded softly, "Yeah. All of my muscle is back, so I need to stand on my own two feet again." Waving and jogging out after grabbing her keys, Indra called out, "See you later daddy!" Shisui could only snicker and wave, "Have a good day sweetie." Slinging her leg over her purple faded into silver sports motorcycle and starting it after placing her helmet on her head, Indra drove off alone.

With Izumi leaving long after her, Indra pulled into the school alone and parked. The group Izuna was dancing in turned their heads in shock to see such a beautiful motorcycle, only to ignore the gracefully dancing male. What further shocked them was when the stand was kicked down and the helmet was removed and placed in her storage unit. Witnessing those long brunette locks cascading down to the middle of her thighs, Indra began to walk forward to the school before entering.

Considering Indra now spoke more, and was even sassy at times in the same manner that she used to be... much thanks to her dork of a father that could infuriate her to no ends to the point that she sassed and scolded him. She had now been told the story of how her, Ashura, and Izumi were actually triplets that were his children. Once Shisui had taken her to Ashura's grave... Indra felt her heart beginning to heal, though she still refused to go back to her pursuit of becoming a dancer.

Announcements for cheerleading tryouts beginning now, Indra walked to the gym and changed. The cheerleading coach prayed to any god at this point for at least one girl to rise to the occasion this year. Once Indra entered the fray, she could see the coaches disappointed face over all of the girls trying out, only to sigh heavily. Walking forward and setting her bag down, Indra gave a smile, "I do apologize for running late. If you don't mind showing the combination again, I'd appreciate it."

With the current cheer team mocking everyone trying out, the coach nodded and showed the combination again. It was a simple dance combination, so Indra performed it flawlessly. Unlike dance... cheerleading was more about sharp movements, to which she was far too accustomed to knowing. Dancers always called cheerleaders wanna-be dancers... which she agreed with. When stunts and tumbling was tested, Indra proved to those mocking cheerleaders that she outclassed them all.

The coach looked amazed and clapped excitedly, "Welcome to the team Indra Uchiha! Our first practice is after school!" Measuring the brunette, the coach pulled out a couple of black practice uniforms holding plenty of rhinestones. Turning towards the game-day two-piece black, white, and red shimmering uniforms, Indra turned bright red over how much skin it showed. It stopped right beneath her breasts and held a single sleeve, while the skirts stopped where her loose hair did.

Given a pair of cheer spanks to go beneath her skirt and a pair of black, white, and red cheer shoes, along with a cheer bag holding pom poms on the inside of each side and was assigned locker number one after it was cleaned out... not knowing that locker number one was always reserved for the captain. Taken out to the rest of the cheerleaders, the coach, Mikoto Uchiha, then chimed out, "Alright girls, meet your new captain, Indra! I'm sure that she will fit right in with all of you!"

Even though another girl wasn't too happy that she was no longer the captain, she shrugged it off since she was simply told the news before the tryout. Not to mention she had been highly impressed with Indra's tryouts, so it didn't bother her all too much. All of the girls waved happily to Indra and welcomed her to the team with smiles, only to invite her to start eating lunch with them. It only took one time of showing Indra all of the cheers before she had them memorized completely.

Handed the captain's whistle that held plenty of rhinestones by the coach, Indra placed it inside of her cheer bag before all girls were dismissed until the after-school practice and were told they would be practicing by the field all week to make sure none of the boys got distracted by their presence. Making it to class, the brunette sat down and twirled her pencil in her hand as she leaned her cheek into her palm. She had already learned all of this, so she closed her eyes out of boredom.

Once it was the end of the school day, she had a prep-rally routine worked out completely. Changing into her practice uniform, Indra called out to her team, "Be at the field in five minutes girls!" All of them then called out in return, "Yes captain!" Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail as she waited for her team, all of the girls then jogged out and began to speak to their captain until reaching the field, "Alright, warm up!" All girls began to stretch and instantly noticed Indra's flexibility.

Now warmed up, all girls stood as Indra placed the whistle around her neck, "Alright ladies, we are going to run two laps around the track, so let's go!" Blowing the whistle, all girls began to follow the leader until skidding to a stop when all of the football players made their way onto the field... especially Izuna... making Indra blow her whistle, "Don't you dare stop! Now run!" All of the girls scrambled to catch up with their captain while staring at Izuna, who was now distracted by Indra.

"Izuna, it's a bit late to start noticing girls! Now get your head out of your ass," the football coach barked out the moment the football slammed into the teen's face, making him groan in pain before looking right back at Indra's body, "Right... sorry coach..." his distracted tone rolled out, making the football coach grab Izuna's long hair and drag him to stand before pushing his topless frame forward roughly, "Since you'd rather be a cheerleader, then you can run with them! Start running!"

Bolting, everyone appeared dumbfounded over how fast he was actually running. Catching up to Indra, he then chuckled, "Welcome back to school Indra." Indra effectively ignored him as she maintained any and all of her focus. The more he attempted to get her to speak, the more Indra continued to ignore him. That's when the football coach... Madara... yelled, "It's sad when the girl is the one ignoring you Izuna! Now knock it off and leave her be!" This comment made Indra smirk.

With all girls finishing their two laps, a five-minute water break was given before Indra began to drill the prep-rally routine over and over again. Just as Izumi had rightfully put it... these girls sucked! Yeah, if these girls didn't start not sucking by the prep-rally, she was going to quit the squad. However, the male cheerleaders were substantially better... and were put in the front. Completely frustrated at this point, Indra yelled and swiped her hands across her chest, "Stop the routine!"

Everyone came to a stop while heaving as Indra spoke, "The boys should not be doing better than you girls! How do they have the routine down, yet you have yet to pick up on it?! The only part that you girls are performing somewhat okay is the dance section... yet even that looks terrible! Boys, take a rest. As for you girls, can any of you perform any tumbling, keep straight legs, or do any stunts?! You all talked trash to those who were trying out, yet the only ones who suck, are you!"

Shisui had just shown up to watch his daughter before bursting into laughter over how she was ripping these girls a new one. Turning her head and giving a lazy fared facial expression, Indra then sighed, "Daddy, why are you even here?" Winking playfully, Shisui snickered, "To watch you, of course! You should ask Izuna to help ya!" Confused at that, Indra blinked rapidly until Shisui gave a sharp whistle to Madara, making him turn his head and sigh, "Izuna, you are being summoned!"

His football team was already an award-winning team, while those girls classified as cheerleaders were complete messes. Confused, Izuna walked to Shisui before his shoulders were grabbed, "Don't you dare hit on my daughter while I'm here..." Rolling his eyes, Izuna turned around for Indra to give a beyond puzzled expression until Shisui laughed aloud, "Sweetie, Izuna is a fantastic dancer that can also tumble." Nodding, she then did the entire routine, only for Izuna to memorize it.

"Alright, you tacky ass girls back up. Indra, go ahead and count us down," he exclaimed as he moved to step beside her. Shisui watched this with an internal smile as Indra counted down, "Five, six, seven, eight!" The two clapped, brought their hands straight up, did perfect toe touches, only to then hit a herkie, and pull off perfect back tucks together. Multiple stunts were pulled before he clasped his hands together to shoot her into the air for an aerial stunt before catching her.

With multiple more stunts performed, now came the dance section... and that's when her eyes shifted to the side to watch him, only for her to inspect that he was keeping up with her like a professional dancer. By the time they were done, everyone was in awe over how graceful those two looked together. Indra then peered at the watch on her wrist and turned towards her team, "Alright everyone, practice this when you're at home. I expect to see an improvement by tomorrow."

Turning away, Indra began to walk back inside of the school to shower and get changed once she flicked her father's forehead, "Go home daddy, I'll be home soon." Lifting a brow, Shisui snickered at his daughter, "Alright, you win. I'll see ya when ya get home." Holding her hand up, Indra then entered the gym, only for Shisui to notice Izuna's face before sighing softly, "Don't take it personally Izuna. She became far too accustomed to doing everything alone with little to no support..."

Jolting out of it once he heard that, Izuna tilted his head when Shisui turned away and mumbled, "She just figures that it will always be that way. She's not used to leaning on anyone else when she has always done everything by herself. She even had to apply to the Institution of Elite Arts Program all alone because no one would help her. She was always told that if she held the power to do it all by herself, then she shouldn't feel the need to depend on others to get anything done for her."

Izuna then gaped at this, "Wait, Indra went to the Institution of Elite Arts Program?!" Shisui then nodded lightly as he replied, "Yeah, she did. It wasn't only that though... but that's not a story for me to tell you. All I will say is that she's used to flying solo. Hopefully she will open up to let others help her... but that's easier said than done at this point in time in her life." Izuna could only shift his head slightly, "I didn't know the Institution of Elite Arts Program was also for cheerleaders."

Shisui lifted his eyebrow at this comment, "What? Izuna, the Institution of Elite Arts Program doesn't house any cheerleaders. Indra was a dancer... a famous one at that. However, she quit dancing over half a year ago, dropped out of that school on purpose, and transferred here. She had such a bright future that she just voluntarily threw away too..." Izuna frowned and went to shower now that football practice was over, only to think deeply over this, 'She shouldn't have to be all alone.'