The Breaking Point (SasukeXOC)

3

Kakshi had brought me to the Konoha hospital. I suppose with my entire body being covered in the blood of both my family and enemies it was easy to assume I was injured. Everything in the village looked familiar, and with each passing second more of my childhood memories returned to me. After spending five years in the forest being raised by wolves it was pretty easy to forget what happened before then.

 Miyu Uchiha – age 8

Gasping to catch my breath, I wiped the sweat from my brow and smiled. The burning tree before me crumpled to the ground in a pile of its own ash.

Finally, I mastered the Phoenix Flower jutsu! Now mother and father will have to be proud of me!

In my excitement I gave a little jump punching the air above me.

Now the rest of the clan will have to notice us, a little branch family. Who cares if we're barely related to the head household of the Uchiha clan? We're just as strong as they are!

I watched to make sure the fire didn't light any other trees before I ran off to tell my parents. I made a mad dash towards the Uchiha compound where my family lived. We were a branch family, just barely keeping the clan name. My father was so distantly related to the head family that he never even inherited the Sharingan, which most of the family was able to obtain. My mother wasn't part of the Uchiha clan at all, making my blood even more diluted than my fathers.

To be honest, I didn't even look like an Uchiha. At least my father had the classic clan features with the onyx eyes and matching pitch-black hair; I stood out among the clan like a sore thumb having inherited my mother's pure white hair and my father's coal eyes. I always thought my white hair and black eyes made for an awful combination, I looked so uneven. My mother insisted that it was a good thing though; she told me I embodied the yin and yang, but that didn't make me like my appearance any.

I stumbled up the three steps to my family's porch and burst through the doors finding both my mother and father seated at the table directly in front of where I had just barged in through.

"I did it! I mastered another fire jutsu!" I exclaimed to my parents, my excitement so thick I didn't even notice their grim expressions, "I doubt even the youngest son of the head household can do that yet! Now we won't just be a branch family!"

My fathers face slowly became harder as I spoke; my mother's becoming more worried.

"Miyu, there's nothing wrong with being a branch family. We'll respect the head household like all the other families, that's all there is to it. I don't want to hear another word about your imaginary competitions with the head household." My father scolded.

"But... dad, I'm really good at ninjutsu! And I'm sure with some training I could get really good at other ninja stuff too! I could be better than Itachi, the pride of the Uchiha clan – "

"Enough!" my father roared standing up to amplify his thunder. I shrunk back, my excitement fading. "We will not compete with the head household because it isn't our place. We are a branch family and we always will be. Nothing can change that!" I took a step back from my father's rage.

"Miyu... what your father is trying to say is that we're a branch family, you should be proud of who you are and the rank we hold in the clan. Many people aren't lucky enough to be a part of the great Uchiha clan, but we are. Be proud of who you are." I pursed my lips.

"I don't want to be proud of our rank. The entire clan looks down on us, we live within the walls but we're outcasts. They'll never accept us. That's why I have to be stronger, so I can bring pride to our family. When I'm stronger, they'll have to notice us. They'll have to finally treat us as part of the clan." My father sighed.

It wasn't the first time we had this argument. They had a habit of treating my ninja training as some sort of drug. I came home to these rag-tag interventions all the time. But ninja training isn't something bad, its fantastic. It keeps me active and strong and in this little village, being a ninja is the only thing that gets any respect.

"Miyu, it's time for you to stop this silly... ninja dream of yours, and start focusing on what matters. You'll be a housewife someday and hopefully bear an Uchiha child. It's time you began to focus on learning how to care for your household." I scowled at my father. He believed everything that came out of the head of the Uchiha clan's mouth. Just because Fugaku believed that women could never become ninja didn't mean that I couldn't; but of course my father would never see that.

"No"

"Miyu, honey, listen to your father. Come, I can teach you how to make dinner."

"I said no," I repeated, my voice as hard as my coal colored eyes, "this isn't a dream. I will become a ninja, and I will bring honor to our family, but I'll do it my own way." With that I stormed out.

Why can't they see?

I ran out of the Uchiha clan gates and into the woods. By this time it was way past sundown and the sky was an inky black. Angry and tired from running all over the village, I slowed down and bent over with my hands on my knees to catch my breath. I regained my breath and stood up straight. The dark sky reminded me of the stupid Uchiha head household whom inherited all of the Uchiha features. In a sudden burst of angry energy, I grabbed a rock and threw it at the sky as hard as I could.

Collapsing to the ground on my butt I fisted my stupid white hair. It would never be black, it would never be from the Uchiha clan, and it would never bring me anything but shame and isolation; shame for my diluted blood, shame for my inability to use the sharingan, and shame for being just another weak branch family.

I usually kept my hair short hoping that less hair meant I had less of a reason to be treated like the outsider I was, but it had grown to a short bob making me look more girly than I usually did. I knew it would be a miracle if I inherited the sharingan, my father didn't even inherit it. The chance of me becoming a full-blooded Uchiha was slim to none; I knew that. But there were so many other ways I could become strong. I could master ninjutus, or I could become the fastest kunai thrower, or anything really. There were so many amazing ninjas who didn't have a kekkei genkai, women too!

Frustrated, I fell back to lie in the grass fora few hours. I watched the inky sky, wondering if the moon would grace me withher presence tonight. But even she hid behind the safety of the clouds. Withinminutes, the black sky sucked me into its endless oblivion, and I drifted to sleep.     

Short chapter but offers a little insight and background on our leading lady. Stay tuned, there's tons of development and plans I have for this story. As always, your comments are appreciated so please post!