Memoir Girl

ZuZu's Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto Characters but I own the original characters that star in this story and the plot.

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"You've raised her well, Hiroto. She seems lively, just like my son."

Yoshi nodded. She didn't dare look at Nobuyuki. The guilt she felt deep inside her heart was still too prominent. After all it was her fault Nobu was disowned. She had begged him to cut all ties with the clan.

She had too selfish as a girl.

"Yes, she is just like her father, though I doubt that is the reason I was summoned to the main house. You know, Kazuma nor Yusura know that I'm here right now."

Nobuyuki made a grunting sound before lifting his tea cup in his old hands. The warmth soothed his aching bones.

"It is about the Uchiha. Does the girl know?"

Yoshi shook her head.

"No. She knows nothing about them. Should I have told her before, after all you wanted nothing to do with my children."

"It was not a matter of wanting, it was a matter of their freedom. You said so yourself that you did not want children tied down by the clan, you wanted their freedom." He coughed. "Now that my son has passed and Kazuma has decided to go elsewhere it is up to Yusura to carry out leadership she must know the truth, she must learn from me, here."

"Fine." Yoshi said standing from the table. Her dark eyes were laced with pain and something else. "When should I tell her then, that I am abandoning her?"

Nobuyuki lowered his cup.

"Tonight."

"And you'll never bother myself nor my son again?" She asked. "Will you grant Kazuma freedom from this clan?"

He nodded.

"You have my word."

"Good."

With her mind set Yoshi Hiroto left the study of Nobuyuki. Set on leaving Tokyo and her daughter behind, to leave the clan that had killed her husbands dreams.

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"What do you mean we're leaving without Yusura?" Kazuma asked. His mother's back was turned to him slightly shaking as she packed her belongings. "You're just going to abandon her, your own child?"

"She is the heir now, whether she is my child or not is not important."

Kazuma raked a hand through his blonde hair in frustration.

"She is my sister, she is your daughter! She isn't just an heir to some old clan she's Yusura Uzumaki, high school student, loud mouth stubborn idiot who likes ramen and karaoke and volleyball…she's Yusura not anything else."

Yoshi had finally stopped packing and turned to her son, her eyes seemed dull a twisted smile on her face as she approached him. She touched his cheek.

"Would you like for me to be near those people then? Those people who made life for your father and I so hard, who destroyed any dream that we had ever had." She sighed. "The moment Yusura was made heir, I had no daughter."

"What do you have against them?"

Yoshi walked to her neatly made bed and sat, her hands on her knees staring at the floor. Her dark hair held in it's bun was coming slightly loose and stray hairs fell.

"I was a servant of the Uzumaki household until I was seventeen, did you know that?"

Kazuma sat beside her.

"I was sold to them when I was a small child to pay off my parents debt, though you might find that strange, people don't do that anymore right? I was treated so horribly by those people, doing their bidding, being kept away from any normal childhood I was nothing to them until I met Nobu."

"I was just seven years old, cleaning Lord Nobuyuki's study when a boy came in. He was a crying mess, his blue eyes were filled with tears and I was fascinated. He had been training with Mizuki his cousin and had lost to him again. When I approached him he wiped his tears and made a large goofy smile."

" 'I'm ok, I'll beat that idiot next time, BELIVE IT!' He had said as though I knew exactly what had happened. When he had noticed my dirty face and the scrolls in my hands he jumped up and decided to help me clean."

She smiled sadly.

"It was on that day that I met the man of my destiny. Though they tried to tear us apart your father would still come to see me, we fought hard, Kazuma, to be together. When we left the Clan together we left to give you a better life, we hated that place."

Kazuma sighed.

"So you're leaving Yusura behind?"

"It's better this way, we'll be happy and your sister will be taken care of."

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Yusura had always had strange dreams since she was a small child. It seemed that swirls of red and blue always followed her eyes in an everlasting current that would never stop. The air in her dreams was always warm and carried the strong scent of grass and mornings dew. She could feel it all around her, grass, warmth from the early morning sun, peace. When her eyes would open she would see the figure of her father or someone that looked like him in the distance. A waterfall near by sounded as water hit water, the mans blue eyes were sad, she always thought, sad and distant and cold.

What was he waiting for, was what she always thought but was never met with any sort of answer. He was always waiting, the current of colors surrounding him, coming from him, his only company was the clash of red and blue. However this time, when she dreamed, the man turned towards her, not seeing her but something past her. His eyes glimmered with a torrent of emotions.

His mouth opened in a wide smile, one that her father used to use often when he was happy. His hand lifted, waved and he said a name, a name that sent shivers down her spine and a smile to her face. The way he said the name, in the sultry drawl laced with lust and love in his voice. She realized that he was calling out to a lover.

Yusura dreamed of strange things since as long as she could remember anything. It never occurred to her that they weren't dreams at all, that perhaps they were distant memories that had all but faded against the sands of time.

Memories that held a certain truth, a truth that desperately needed to be known.

"You're awake." Samon said as Yusura's eyes opened. She was lying on the couch, covered in a sheet. "You fell asleep."

"Yeah." She said the noticed how dark it had gotten. "I have to go."

"Ok."

Samon drove rather slowly for his own taste, he didn't want to say goodbye so soon, she reminded him of someone. Someone that he had only ever seen in his dreams. That distant figure standing all alone, that distant figure that waved to the dark haired man that seemed so close to his own heart.

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ZuZu's Author Note: So I've done it huh? Made Yoshi a bit crazy huh? She's harsh for leaving Yusura but she has her reasons to hate the Uzumaki, don't worry she nor Kazuma will disappear from the story.

Yusura's dream is one that she always has and it seems that Samon has them too, so I guess that it's pretty easy to assume that they are seeing the past from Naruto and Sasuke's perspective.

Naruto and Nobu, Yusura's father, look a lot alike don't they. There is a reason for that, you'll find out soon. It's not a humorous is it? I might change the genre, as it gets a bit more serious.

Review and I'll post another chapter up. Oh I have the entire fic done but I'm posting one chapter at a time.