Despite her insane absentmindedness, she was not a dumbass. In fact, if she had to say who she was like the most out of all the Naruto cast, it would probably be Shikamaru. She was famous among friends and peers in school for daydreaming and putting minimal effort into projects and homework, but always coming away with A's,B's, and GPA intact. The secret to her success?
She was observant.
And she knew how to connect the dots.
So with a pregnant Kushina-the kyubbi container- and her being a month and a half baby, she connected the dots.
A. The 9 tails was going to be released within a month.
B. Kushina, Minato, and countless others would die.
C. The attack was the beginning of the end for the Uchiha.
Blame it on her baby body or the huge real life plot twist, she cried. Mikoto wasn't too worried about her crying as she was a baby, and that was fine. She was worried enough for the both of them.
They walked back into the Uchiha district and came home to Fugaku and Itachi. The latter visibly (for a ninja child) brightened when he saw them. She and Sasuke were sat in their baby seats and fed milk from a bottle while they talked in the language she had yet to understand.
While she was being fed she just noped out of it. There was literally nothing she could do to prevent the attack and with that mental declaration, she entered a dream like state.
She blinked groggily at the feeling of her baby body being handed from larger arms to much smaller ones. Soft murmuring captured her attention, and a steady heartbeat almost lulled her back to sleep. Over the past couple weeks she had basically given up and slept peacefully while she still could. The time passed faster than she could have ever imagined and a sense of foreboding blanketed her.
Looking around she instinctively knew it was Itachi carrying her and Sasuke. She was surprised by her rapid improvement in vision. It was already better than it was in her past life, and with her being an Uchiha it would only get better.
But it still wasn't very good. So reaching out and screwing up her pudgy face, she sensed the house was empty, and them walking to the back porch that was bathe by moonlight.
She sensed something else.
Her range was shoddy at best, but the air was charged and ready to be set. Like a match ready to fall in a bonfire covered in gasoline. It was stifling to her baby lungs.
Sasuke started crying, and so did she. She cried for the thousands she knew would die; she cried for her new family and what this would mean for them.
Itachi leaned over and spoke gently to her and Sasuke, but all she could hear was the blood roaring in her ears.
She became deathly silent.
And then there was a roaring figure blocking out the moonlight.
Itachi immediately jumped up, the tense atmosphere breaking like a glass ceiling and falling down around them in sharp shards, almost as piercing as Sasuke's cries. They ran, following a stream of people into the shelters built for previous wars. The entire time the nine tails raging in the background, shoulders scraping the moon.
Her and Sasuke were bounced in Itachi's arms. He had met up with another girl with a tiny mole on her cheek- Izumi? And they ran together.
She would never forget this.
She was an accident here, but this attack was not.
She knew Itachi was worried, and she had fallen as silent as the flower beds Mikoto took care of. She couldn't do anything though. The crushing weight of the monster chakra and of her own powerlessness was bearing down on her. The death of so many people was like candles being violently blown out to her senses.
She would never forget this.
The Kyubbi attack changed everything. It signed off on the Uchiha clans damnation by them taking the blame. And it partially was their fault, with Obito going off the deep end with the loss of Rin. The bouncing abruptly stopped and they were hiding now in a shelter, the huddled masses whispering and babies whimpering and wailing. Except for her. She thought, and she felt the monstrous chakra outside flicker, that Minato was already fighting his former student and Naruto would soon be an orphan.
And in a couple years, so would they. If she even survives the massacre that is.
She wailed. She did not accept that. She wouldn't just need to pull strings, she would need to make them. Not a second was to be wasted, as she was brought here for a reason and she wouldn't just go with the flow, she would ride it like a surfer and send it crashing over fate. Fuck Tobirama, they could change!
The massacre would not happen;she would die trying to stop it.
Her wails set the others off, the other small children and babies picking up the call and echoing off the shelter walls. The difference, however, was they cried out in fear and uncertainty.
Her wails weren't wails so much as they were a battle cry.