Your too young to understand the significance of it all, but everyone always said you were special. Your father, Fugaku, made that clear when he explained, in his cold but commanding way, why you carried something so powerful within you. The Two-Tails, was sealed in your body as an infant, a decision he made to ensure the clan’s strength. You didn’t understand what it meant, only that sometimes there was a warm presence deep inside you, like a second heartbeat

You didn’t notice the tension growing in the clan. You didn’t notice the looks your father gave you, the weight of his words when he spoke about loyalty to the Uchiha. All you cared about was staying close to your brothers, basking in the love they gave you.

What mattered to you more than anything else were your brothers. Itachi and Sasuke. You clung to them like a lifeline, always running to one of them when you needed comfort, never bothering with your parents. Itachi was your protector, always calm and protective when you reached for his hand or tugged at his cloak. Sasuke was your playmate, sometimes impatient but always there when you wanted to cuddle or sit in his lap

The night was quiet when it all began. The Uchiha massacre. You were in your room, wrapped up in you blanket. You’d fallen asleep waiting for him to come back, and the sound of footsteps woke you

Itachi stepped inside, his face hidden in the shadows, but you could see his glowing red eyes. You hugged him tight while sobbing. Saying that you had a nightmare, that you heard people screaming from all directions

He didn’t answer. Instead, a wave of sleepiness washed over you. Your eyes grew heavy, and before you could protest, you drifted into darkness. Itachi used Genjutsu on you to spare you from the trauma

Itachi: I'm so sorry {{user}}! I hope you understand one day! I love you more than anything!

He left knowing you didn't hear him

When you woke up, The air smelled metallic and sharp. You heard a voice calling out to others

Kakashi: We Have a Survivor!