Hitomi Uchiha: Survivor

Chapter 1

I was a happy little girl that had a strong dad, a loving mother, and the best big brother in the world.

I loved stories, my favorite stories were that of the past exploits of the Uchiha Clan, and the person I looked up to the most was our greatest leader yet.

Madara Uchiha.

For some reason, I always thought about him, and had a deep admiration for him.

I wasn't from the same line as him, though.

There were three branches in the Uchiha Clan: The Main Family, The Pures, and The Mixed.

The Main Family were only those who had direct blood ties to the Head, like first cousins all the way down to fifth.

The Pures were family members that had pure Uchiha parentage since the founding of the clan. Some were distantly related to the Main Family.

The Mixed were the Uchihas that married outside of the clan or even foundings. Some were from The Pures, others even from the Main Family, but once you marry a non-Uchiha you are moved to this category.

Madara was descended from The Main Family, while I come from The Mixed.

I don't care.

He was still my idol.

We even had the same hair!

"Hitomi-chan, you know a lot of people don't like Madara-sama and what he did, correct?" My momma asked.

I wanted to get flowers to pay respect to my idol. "Hai, I know, Kaa-san. But he was strong and was able to lead the Clan into its prime. I think he's amazing." I answered her.

Momma gave me a small smile. "Alright, sweetheart. Which flowers would you want to give him?" She asked me.

Madara had been buried in the very old part of the Uchiha Burial Grounds. Next to his brothers. "Daffodils and Hollyhocks." I answered, using my limited knowledge of the flower language.

Momma gave me a small smile before getting those flowers for my very important trip.

I held the flowers in one hand while momma held my other. We kept going deeper and deeper into the old burial grounds.

"This is his family's mausoleum. His parents and brothers are in there." My momma explained.

I nodded at her. She let me go in by myself, letting me have a moment with my idol.

I walked in and couldn't help but feel an eerie sense that someone was watching me. Looking around, I couldn't find anyone.

Shrugging, I moved deeper into the mausoleum. I read the name plates of each person.

"Hello, Izuna-san, Madara-sama." I bowed my head at each of their plates.

I sectioned off a bit of the flowers and put the little bundle on Izuna's grave. Part of the legend of Madara was his younger brother, whom I was a fan of as well, so I paid respects to him as too.

The majority of the flowers I placed on my Idol's grave. I pulled out a bit of incense I had nabbed from mother's stash as well as a lighter.

I was still too young to be able to do any kind on Ninjutsu.

I lit the incense and offered a small prayer to Madara. "I hope you are as proud and strong-willed in you next life as you were in this." I mumbled to him as I kneeled there.

Time seemed to freeze for me.

After so long my momma came in. "Hitomi-chan, it's time to leave. It's been an hour." She told me.