Shizuka Uchiha

Chapter 1- Uchiha

"Shizuka, Shizuka, wake up, wake up"

The cold air pricked the skin on her legs causing small goosebumps to rise in response. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her body and pulling her legs up to her chest, hoping to maintain warmth. A childlike voice snickered, shaking her body. Groaning, Shizuka peeled open her eyes, only to snap them shut again, the light being too harsh.

"Sasuke, leave Shizuka alone"

Sasuke?

With one last attempt, Shizuka opened her eyes, only to come face to face with a young boy. Her eyes widened, not believing what was in front of her. Shizuka snapped her gaze from his, looking around the room she currently resided in, only to find another familiar looking boy sitting in the corner of the room. Like most older Japanese homes, this room had tatami flooring and shoji dividers which led out to a wooden deck overlooking a squared courtyard. The last thing Shizuka could remember was falling asleep on the train after heading home from high school. So why was she in a traditional home? and why was there two fictional characters sitting in her room? Shizuka turned back to Sasuke who was already playing with the hem of her sleeve. The young Uchiha looked up and smiled.

"Nii-san told me not to wake you but it's going to be our first day at the academy and I want to get there as soon as possible." Sasuke informed cheerfully. Shizuka smiled warily, the pounding in her head increasing. How did she even end up here? This world existed behind a screen, written in a manga. It shouldn't be real. So why was she here? Face paling, Shizuka flicked her gaze upon Itachi. The boy smiled warmly at her, looking at her with adoration. Sasuke tugged against her sleeve, seeming unhappy with her lack of attention.

"Shizuka you need to get ready otherwise we're going to be late" he exclaims. It was only moments after that Itachi noticed her distress. He gets up from the tatami mats, lifting up Sasuke by the waist. Sasuke wiggled in Itachi's arms. "Nii-san let me go! I wanna stay with Shizuka!" Sasuke whines which only makes Itachi roll his eyes. "Come now Sasuke, leave Shizuka to get changed in peace, she'll meet us in the kitchen when she's ready."

Shizuka sends Itachi a grateful smile before the two exit the room, leaving her alone in silence. If it wasn't for the pounding behind her eyes, Shizuka would've thought this a dream. Questions upon questions run through her mind but no explanation, no answer appears. Judging by the fact that Itachi is still around, the main plot has yet to commence but even if It hadn't, Itachi and Sasuke shouldn't have a sister so just who was she? Shizuka would have to ponder this later, for now Shizuka needed to gain a bit more insight on her current situation and figure out who she currently is.

Without much more debate, Shizuka reluctantly steps out of bed and walks towards what looks like a wardrobe. Upon opening, Shizuka resists the urge to roll her eyes. It was a typical anime phenomenon that every character should wear the same clothes all day and everyday. Though Shizuka had to give it to them, there was a small diversity amongst the dark and edgy clothes that currently resided in the wardrobe. Shizuka makes quick work, changing into a navy blue tank top and black track pants. Once pleased, she searches the room for a mirror, hoping to get a glimpse on her current appearance. Not surprising, her once wavy brown hair had turned straight ebony, her hazel eyes now black, even her skin had become far paler than it had ever been before. But the worst of it all, she was stuck in a seven year old body.  How could this even be possible? This was a fictional world, not the real one. And even then, how could she be someone who didn't even exist in the original series? She had read multiple isekai stories, had loved them during her high school years,  but never had she wanted to experience it herself. Shizuka breathed in deeply, threading her fingers through her hair. It would be best to observe for now, come up with a game plan to help her through this, and possibly find a way home or why she was here in the first place. 

With a goal in mind and a final look of her appearance, Shizuka exited the room, following the echoed voices down the hall until she reached the kitchen.