Chapter one: Attitude

"And then your mother... oh.." "I know how it ends, okay? Mom gets kidnaped and killed by Orochimaru. Do you have to repeat this moment fifteen million times a day!" I yelled angrily at Grandma K. She had been looking at a scrapbook of my mother, Sintary Sacuna.

My mother had died two days after I was born. I didn't know her and I didn't care. I didn't want to be in this stupid forest anyway. I scowled.

"Kenkai! You should be grateful that you live in this calm jungle and not that crazed society out there." That was Aunt Lauren. Lauren could read minds by choice and she always had an eye on mine.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Asked my father's older brother, Itachi. "No fighting please." He pleaded. 'Pacifist.' I thought. Lauren didn't comment on that. So I did. "I'll fight when I want to." "Now please, children." Came GK's cries.

I turned to her. "Oh, Shut. Up. You're only about 35 years old and your kids are 40, married and have a litter of kids." Everyone was shocked at my remark. But GK looked like she'd been slapped across her face. But she wasn't obviously. I was though. There was a loud crackling sound when the male hand smacked my cheekbone. I didn't flinch, I didn't cringe in pain like a baby. I just stared hard and menacing at the person who slapped me. It was my cool-headed father, Sasuke Uchiha,

Yeah, I was THE luckiest person on the Earth. To be an Uchiha with Uchihan blood AND ancient Sacunan blood.

Just my luck.

I never got along with my family. Especially my father. I have two Kekkie Genkai that exhausted me. I hate it! Sasuke's trying to teach me to use both but it's not working, obviously, because he doesn't know how Sintary's Kekkie Genkai actually works because Sintary never used it!

What convenience.

I'm 16 years old with NO schooling besides what my father gives me. This jungle reminds me of a frickin death zone and it couldn't be any worse, right?

Wrong. It's much worst. Apparently my family's all physic except for me. They could see spirits of the dead by the waterfall. Well.. when ever I go by the waterfall they aren't there! Grandfather M says that after Sintary died, it was like the jungle magic died with her.

Ridiculous. There is no such thing as magic.

I hate it. I hate it. I hate it! I'm walking and talking but there is no such thing as magic. I want to be normal! But no, I had to be born to two freaks; a dead shrink and a arrogant psychopath! Can my life be any more Hollywood made?