"How do you know where we're going?" Misako asked on our sixth day of traveling together. There had been plenty of places where she could have left and gone on her own path but she chose to stick with me.

"I know where I'm going but I'm not going to tell you. So if you have a problem with that Uchiha then we can part ways at the next town or when there's a split in the road." I said evenly.

Every time that shut Misako up. At both towns we had been in so far Misako had managed to find trouble. Or trouble found her rather. Once with pervs and the other with jealous woman who caught her boyfriend gazing at her. My Ninken had to bite the seat of one of the pervs seat to get them to leave her alone. Most men don't go for the sharp features that I had. Some even called it ugly. But whatever. I have a man I love back home and he loves me. Even if our Clans hate each other.

That night we sat around a campfire, my Ninken asleep nearby. I could tell Misako was itching to ask, again, me where I was going and where she was following me to. Might as well use it to my advantage.

"Do you really want to know where-?"

"Yes!" Misako said eagerly though slightly annoyed.

"Fine. I'll tell you if..." I said slyly.

"If... What?" Misako asked tilting her head.

"If you tell me how you got your Sharingan..." I narrowed my eyes at her.

She was hesitant and sorrow clouded her eyes. "I've had it since I was practically born... I got it when I was taken from my mother and twin sister."

"Taken?" I asked.

"I look like my father as far as my facial features go. But where in the world did I get my blond hair from? No one in my Clan has blond hair. So I guess I get it from my mother's side. But here's the thing. No one ever knew who my mother was. My father just showed up with me in his arms claiming I was his child. It was obvious I looked like my father. And I was only a few days old and had the Sharingan so there was no denying I was an Uchiha." She pulled her legs to her chest.

"Did your father tell you that you had a sister?"

"No. I just remember her... And I vaguely remember my mother..." She looked up at me. "Is that weird?"

"I don't know." I said. "You being taken from your mother and sister was what activated your Sharingan?"

"That's the first memory I have so I assume yes." Misako looked up at the night sky. "I... I remember my mother's eye color... I remember it because I have it..." She looked at me with her light grey eyes. "It's weird that I have such light eyes and hair since I'm an Uchiha... Normally the Uchiha gene blocks out any other..."

I sighed. "Life kinda stinks doesn't it?"

"Yeah it does. Well you know my life story. What's yours?"

"You really didn't tell me your life story." I pointed out.

"Yes I did." Misako blinked. "I was separated from my mother and sister at pretty much birth. That's what activated my Sharingan. I never wanted to fight so now I'm running away. That's my life."

How bad could she take my life story? What am I supposed to tell her? 'I fell in love with the little brother to the Uchiha heir? I don't think so!

"I really don't have one." I said.

"Liar." She said. "Don't ask me how but I can tell you are lying."

I sighed. "My life was uneventful until I turned seven." I said slowly.

"Oh?" Misako asked interested. "What happened?" She rested her chin in her hands.

"I... I met the boy that would become the man I would fall in love with..." I didn't meet her gaze.

"Who? Who?" She pressed.

"Izuna Uchiha..." I said.

"You like Izuna?" Misako asked surprised. "Wow... So... Is that where he disappears to?"

"Yes... We met when ever we could..." I glanced at her. She didn't seem angry just surprised. "And I don't like him I love him. And he loves me."

"Wow... No wonder he's not interested in-" She didn't continue.

"Go on..." I said it as if it were almost a threat.

"Well... The thing is with my Clan is that we normally have arranged marriages... And Izuna is already betrothed to an other woman..."

I learned to pity my old rival, now friend, even more than I had when we were children. I told her all she needed to know about my life story with just seventeen words. And in just twenty two she managed to shatter my whole world.