She awoke to silence.
No birds, no breeze.
Just that unbearable stillness, the kind that made even her heartbeat feel like an intrusion.
Y/n blinked, and the world around her changed.
The darkness, rippling like the surface of black water. Familiar now. A void laced with chakra too ancient and oppressive to belong to any human realm.
"There you are," came the voice. Smooth, bored, and sickeningly amused.
Y/n turned slowly.
Momoshiki stood a few paces away, or rather, floated, as he always did, robes shifting like smoke, eyes glowing like twin eclipses.
His expression was unreadable. Calm. But there was something sharper underneath it this time.
Annoyance? No, anticipation.
"You pulled me here," she said, voice flat.
He smiled faintly. "I did."
"And why?" she asked, arms folded. "So you can lecture me again? I'm already dealing with enough thanks to you."
"You misunderstand me," Momoshiki replied. "This is not a lecture. It is a revelation."
Before she could speak, the world shifted again like a curtain had been torn away.
She stood suddenly on the edge of a cliff overlooking a sea of swirling, crackling red chakra, stars above warped like dying suns, the ground below breathing like a living thing.
Time didn't move properly here. It twisted.
And on that cliff, just ahead of her, stood Urashiki Otsutsuki.
Alive.
His back was turned, arms loosely folded behind him, that long blue braid swaying gently in a breeze that didn't exist.
Across from him stood Momoshiki, younger, not yet a ghost in her body, but whole and solid, his gaze sharp.
Y/n's breath caught. What is this...?
"A memory," Momoshiki's voice echoed beside her, though she wasn't sure if it came from the version standing in front of Urashiki or the one watching with her. "Our last conversation before his demise."
In the memory, Urashiki chuckled. "So this is what it's come to, then? You, crawling to me."
"I crawl to no one," Momoshiki snapped. "I offer you a choice."
"Oh, how generous," Urashiki teased, turning around at last.
His eyes gleamed with mockery, but they didn't lack sharpness. "You never cared about me. Not when Kinshiki died. Not when I was cornered by that pathetic Uchiha. And certainly not when you tethered yourself to a child."
Y/n's jaw tightened. They were watching even then?
Momoshiki remained unfazed. "I have no need for sentiment. Only survival. This world-" he gestured to the horizon, where the sky cracked like broken glass "-will devour itself soon. I've seen the paths. The fates splinter. You saw them too."
Urashiki's smile faltered. Just for a second.
"I did," he admitted quietly. "I saw... the end."
Y/n's heart thudded harder. The end of the world? What are they talking about?
"In every possible future," Momoshiki said, voice lower now, almost reverent, "she is there."
Urashiki raised an eyebrow. "The girl?"
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We're Different. | The Other Uchiha ✓ (Boruto)
FanfictionI was born an Uchiha. Raised by someone else. Forgotten by those who once knew me. In a village that never remembered my name, I chose to carve my own. A story about memory, belonging, and the pieces we can't erase, even when the world tries to. 𝐖�...
