Unable to move, without the strength to even open her eyes, Kiyoki was laying on something soft. The smell of disinfectant was ripe in the air, and the sheet that covered her felt crisp and light. She waverd in and out of conciousness just enough to hear several people conversing nearby.

"How can this be? How in the world is there another Uchiha survivor!?" she heard a woman's voice say,

"I have no idea, but whoever she is, it took all of Squad 8 just to stop her" a male voice replied

"She definately looks like Sasuke" Another said

Survivor!?' She thought 'What do they mean by 'survivor!?'' She remained laying still and, with caution, slowly opened her eyes. Several people were stood adjascent the bottom of the bed she was laying on. The same bed that, she noticed, she was strapped to by several large leather bound ropes.

There were six or seven people standing with their backs to her, and all but one wore the same green vest, with a red swirl at the centre of the back. One of them turned and walked towards Kiyoki, and she struggled to focus on him as he approached.

"Well well..." he said calmly "looks like our guest is finally awake, and about time to, You've been out of it for three days." His face was mostly covered by a mask and his headband covered his left eye. Then someone that Kiyoki had not noticed before now walked through the small crowd towards her. Her hair was long and blonde, and her chest was huge. As she got closer, her right hand began to glow green and Kiyoki panicked. Struggling against her restraints with all she had, she tried and tried but couldn't get free.

"Hey, take it easy" the masked man said "Lady Hokage is a medical ninja, she's going to make sure there isn't any permanent damage to your body or chakra network." Kiyoki stopped struggling but kept both eyes fixated on the Hokage's hand. As it neared her body, she felt a warmth rush over her

"Now," she asked "who are you? and why do you call yourself an Uchiha?" her voice was calm, but there was something hidden behind her eyes.

"Tell me what you meant by survivor!" Kiyoki screamed at her, only to wince at the pain that shot through her chest.

"It's exactly what you think it means" another man said, this one had large eyebrows and black hair in a bowlcut, "The only people in the Uchiha who are still alive are Sasuke and his older brother Itachi, both of whom are wanted criminals"

Kiyoki simply lay there. Her dreams were shattered and her heart was broken in an instant.

Could it be? her brothers were both criminals? and what happened to everyone else?

"You're lying!" she bellowed, "YOU'RE LYING TO ME!!!" tears began to creep from her eyes and her heart was beating hard and fast. 'Why are they lying to me about something this serious!?' She clenched her fists hard, digging her nails into her palms, cutting them open. 'I have to get away from here' she thought 'I have to find someone who'll tell me the truth'. As she opened her eyes to activate her sharingan, she saw only the masked ninja, his headband now straight on his forehead. His left eye was still closed, it had a scar running down it. He opened it and his eye was.......

"HOW DO YOU HAVE THE SHARINGAN?! ONLY WE UCHIHA CAN MASTER THAT DOUJUTSU!" She exclaimed

"Calm down, i'll show you that we're not lying to you" he replied calmly.

"What do you........" but as she spoke, she felt herself drift out of conciousness, but when she opened her eyes again, she was somewhere else. A Rooftop. Three people were on it. A girl with pink hair was running towards the other two, who were jumping towards eachother with phenominally powerful Jutsu in their hands, one looked a lot like she did........

She blinked and was standing on a tree, the one who looked like her was tied to the trunk by thin wire, looking rather disgruntled and defeated.

Blinking again brought her back to the room full of people.

The ninja re-covered his eye and said "That was the last time i saw Sasuke Uchiha before he left the village with Orochimaru's henchmen.

Kiyoki turned away from him and wept. She heard people moving, and a door opening and closing, but did not look. She didn't care anymore. All she had ever wanted had been ripped away from her when she was so close. She cried herself to sleep, and dreamed what she had been shown over and over. 'Why had this happened?' she thought, 'Tomorrow. Tomorrow i'll just have to find out for myself'