Uzumaki

One

I wake up to a woman screaming for help. The darkness surrounding me terrifies me into action, where is she? How do I reach her? I try and move but something is pinning me down.

I break free only to fall face-first onto the floor. The pain of a bruised nose and cheek snapped me back to reality.

I'm not being pinned down, I'm not being chased. The only thing keeping me down are my bed sheets. No that's not true, nothing mine anymore more.

I begin to weep not even my eyes are mine anymore.

I'm not at home anymore. There's no one to fight here. The screaming woman must have been me. I sit up and wipe the tears I didn't realize I had streaming down my face.

I get up and make my way to the window. What a strange place to be. So many lights, all these small buildings, and everyone is unfamiliar and different.

I open the window and jump out, let's see if we can a better view.

The Hokage clifftop caught my eye pretty quickly; it seems to be the tallest structure here.

I make it to the top a feel the breeze hit my face, for a second it reminds me of home, I close my eyes and think of my family.

Their happy faces are replaced with what is left of my home. I will repay what was done to me. I will remember your chakras and I will hunt you down.

Can you see it, brother? The Leaf Village is tiny compared to our home. I already miss the skyscrapers, will I ever see a pretty sunrise again?

A cough behind me pulls me back to reality. I turn and see a young Uchiha.

"Yuki, sorry to disturb you."

"It's alright. I'm only recalling the same thing I've been thinking about since I first woke up with my brother's eyes."

The light-hearted expression dampers in his eyes, "I heard your grandparents chose for you."

"They say my brother asked our rescuers to ensure I got his eyes. One of them was a Uchiha apparently," but I was too far done by then to be able to recall what happened to know if my brother truly made that call.

He too had been poisoned but the antidote didn't work on him the way it did on me. I still don't understand why.

Why am I the only one who survived?

"Yuki?" He pulls me back from thought.

"Have they decided on who I'm going to live with yet?" He sighs and I realize they have.

"You don't like the decision," I state and he nods.

"You are a Uchiha you should be with us. I agree with the Chief of our clan. But your grandparents agree that they don't know how to handle you for your fighting techniques are more Uzumaki than Uchiha. Which is why you'll be training with the Uchiha from here on out," he states proudly.

"I'm living with the Uzumaki women?" I ask and he nods.

"Kushina Uzumaki and Minato Namikaze will be your Guardians from today on," I nod, I'm not surprised. The Uzumaki women know how Uzmaki operates. I don't have full experience with my sharigan but I awaken the next stage of my eyes I want more training with Uchiha, not Uzumaki.

"Do I not get a say?" I ask and he says they think I'll decide out of vengeance, not peace.

"Understandable. When do I begin training with the Uchiha?" I resigned to my fate.

"As soon as you settle in with your new guardians home."

"When is that?" I question him impatiently.

"As soon as you return to your room to speak to your grandparents and Kushina Uzumaki.

I return to my grandparents cleaning up my hospital room, I've been here for three weeks.

The first week was the hardest, waking up to find out that not only did the last sibling you managed to get out of the village die, but our eyes had been switched while I was unconscious recovering from the poisons.

I held a lot of resentment and the will to die was strong, but now three weeks lager I want to make them pay for what they did, to me.

War is coming and I intend to be a part of it.

My grandmother hands me clothes and tells me they'll sh cleaning up, I should get ready.

I decide to take a quick shower before slipping into my new clothes.

Overall I'm grateful to be out of the horrid hospital gowns. A black halter top jumpsuit with a red jacket that had half sleeves. A white Uzumaki logo on the back. I look in the mirror, I feel normal again.

Most of my hair managed to survive the fires of my home. I was able to stay with a good amount so I picked it up into a ponytail and walked out.

"It looks great. Here are your shoes. Come sit so we can talk," my grandparents usher me to the chair.