My other half! Sasukex oc. [Slow updates] (under editing)

The uchiha's fascination

Misaki's POV

It was only my second day at the academy, and I was already bored out of my mind. The lessons were painfully elementary—child's play compared to the grueling, life-or-death training the Third Hokage had forced me through. Instead of listening to Iruka-sensei drone on about basic history, I stared out the window, watching the clouds and letting my mind drift into the gray.

The classroom was nearly empty; most students were outside for lunch. I preferred the silence. It was the only time the ghosts in my head stopped whispering.

My eyelids grew heavy. Before I could fight it, the pull of exhaustion dragged me under.

Flashback — No One's POV

Shouting echoed from the upper floor, sharp enough to cut through the air.

A small, black-haired girl—barely three years old—peeked through the railings at the top of the staircase. Her tiny hands gripped the wood until her knuckles turned white, fear coiling like a snake in her chest. Her parents were fighting again.

But this time, it was different. Her father's sobs were raw and broken. Her mother was hitting him—over and over—the dull thuds of impact vibrating through the house.

The little girl trembled, torn between terror and a burgeoning, dark instinct. That was when she felt a presence at her back.

"Are you just going to watch your father be beaten nearly to death?" a voice whispered, cold as a winter grave. "Or are you going to stop her?"

The child spun around. Standing there was a figure that defied logic: a girl with short, silky white hair and charcoal-colored skin. Her light amber eyes glowed with an ancient, predatory intensity.

From downstairs, her father's pained groans grew louder. The child silently pleaded with the strange being.

"I shall lend you my power," the charcoal-skinned girl declared. "And from this day forth, I shall serve you until your very last breath."

She extended a hand. A blinding light swallowed the child as their souls fused. Pain exploded in the toddler's skull, and she fell to her knees, clutching her head as her vision blurred and bled into red.

Downstairs, the mother was suddenly slammed against the wall. She choked on her own screams as an invisible force tightened around her throat, hoisting her off the floor. Her father, pale and shaking, looked up—and froze.

His daughter stood at the base of the stairs, arm outstretched. Her cyan eyes were gone, replaced by a deep, demonic red. The front of her hair had bleached to white, and small, black horns curled from her temples.

She looked like a god of fury.

It took several minutes of her father's desperate pleading before the girl finally released the pressure. Her mother collapsed, gasping, and the child's small body followed suit. Her father caught her just in time.

Warmth. Safety. Then, the darkness of a long sleep.

End of Flashback — Misaki's POV

My eyes snapped open.

My hands were trembling so violently I had to curl them into fists. I forced my breathing to steady, counting seconds until the adrenaline faded.

Suddenly, the bench shifted. Someone sat down beside me. I turned my head and saw the Uchiha. I raised a brow—why was he sitting in the back? He was usually surrounded by his admirers in the front row.

He noticed me staring and glanced over with a signature glare. "You've got some skill, Misaki," he said.

I blinked twice, nodded once, and turned back to the window. Talking felt like a waste of breath. I assumed that would be the end of it.

I was wrong.

Sasuke's POV

She ignored me. Again.

I sat there for the rest of the day, watching her out of the corner of my eye. The fangirls were losing their minds, their jealous whispers filling the room, but Misaki didn't even acknowledge them. She didn't acknowledge me.

I'd spent my whole life being the center of attention—the Uchiha prodigy, the "cool" survivor. But this girl looked at me like I was background noise. It was infuriating. It was... intriguing.

Over the next few weeks, I made it my mission to crack that shell. I tried talking to her after class. She looked through me. I tried walking her home. She'd vanish into an alleyway and reappear three rooftops away. I tried finding her at lunch, but she hid with the skill of a seasoned ANBU.

The more she pushed away, the more I wanted to know where that strength came from. Today, I decided to sit beside her again, staying quiet to see if the lack of pressure would make her speak.

Then, the swarm arrived.

Sakura, Ino, and a dozen others crowded the desk, their high-pitched squealing and bickering over "Sasuke-kun" filling the back of the room. It was loud. It was annoying. And I could see the vein in Misaki's temple beginning to throb.

Misaki's POV

My patience snapped like a dry twig.

The noise, the smell of their perfume, the sheer pointlessness of their obsession hit a boiling point. I had fought in trenches. I had seen villages burn. And I was being harassed by children over a boy who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

A loud bang echoed as I slammed my fists onto the desk. Every head in the room jerked toward me. I stood up, my eyes blazing with a heat I hadn't felt since the forest.

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" I shouted, my voice vibrating through the classroom. "I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOU ALL FANGIRLING OVER THIS BOY WHO COULDN'T GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT YOU!"

The silence that followed was absolute. You could have heard a pin drop. No one had ever heard me speak—not a greeting, not an answer in class. Nothing.

I jabbed a finger directly at the Uchiha.

"AND YOU! STOP FOLLOWING ME AROUND! I PICKED THIS SEAT SO I WOULDN'T BE BOTHERED! SO FOR THE LOVE OF JASHIN, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I didn't wait for a response. I shoved past the stunned wall of girls and stormed out, slamming the door so hard the glass rattled in its frame.

Sasuke's POV

I sat there, stunned, as the echoes of the door slamming died away.

The fangirls were frozen, their faces pale with shock. A few of the boys in the middle row exchanged looks of disbelief.

"...That was kinda hot," I heard Kiba mutter under his breath.

I didn't say anything. I didn't join in the gossiping that immediately broke out. Instead, I felt a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

So, she can talk. And when she did, she sounded like a hurricane.

I looked at the empty seat beside me. She wanted to be left alone? Fine. But she'd just made herself the most interesting thing in this village. Class resumed, but for the first time in a long time, my mind wasn't on my revenge.