The Breaking Point (SasukeXOC)

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Miyu Uchiha - age 8 

It wasn't the first time I had run away from home, just like it wasn't the first time my parents housed a makeshift intervention for my self taught ninja skills.

I had fallen asleep somewhere in the Konoha village training grounds and awoke a few hours later knowing I had to return home. The sun had long since set. My mother was probably worried sick by now but my father didn't care.

It was an endless cycle of frustration and hurt with them. They would want me to stay at home and learn to be a housewife, marry an Uchiha – not someone from the head household of course, they were too high ranking for us – and have little sharingan wielding Uchiha babies.

I would tell them I would bring them pride by being a better ninja than anyone. They would argue with me, and I would run off and return home a few hours later.

I stood up from the cold, hard ground and stretched my back hearing a satisfying crack and began to walk home. I wondered what the children of the head household looked like. Being a branch family we lived as far away as possible from the center of the compound so I never saw any of the head family before.

I heard my father once say that their youngest was my age.

I imagined what he might look like. Of course he would have the classic Uchiha features that my father had. A mop of raven black hair with dark eyes to match, most likely wearing some sort of clothes with the Uchiha clan symbol proudly presented on it.

I shook my head to rid myself of the image after realizing the features I imagined described just about everyone in the Uchiha clan.

I too expressed my Uchiha clan pride whenever I could. I wore a black long sleeved shirt that was a size too big for me bearing the Uchiha clan symbol on my back with little white shorts.

I hated the shorts. Anything that wasn't an Uchiha clan color I felt made me stand out even more, although I'm sure when the rest of the clan saw me it wasn't my shorts they focused on, but rather my stark white hair that almost demanded attention.

Mother wouldn't let me dye it, she always told me to be proud of whom I was. She also had white hair, but she rarely left the house. I always thought it was because the stares made her uncomfortable too.

As I got closer to the compound I noticed the smell iron seemed to grow stronger. I wondered briefly if someone was welding ninja tools but quickly dismissed the thought, as the smell was much too strong to be from a blacksmith.

Upon reaching the entrance I could sense that something was wrong and rushed through the large, usually guarded, gates into the Uchiha compound. As soon as I entered the grounds I froze in my tracks, my body becoming cold as ice despite the heat emanating from the warm summer breeze.

The ground was littered with dead clan-members.

"Who could've... Mother, father!" in an instant I was sprinting as fast as my little legs could carry me to the outskirts of the grounds where our little home stood.

I gasped seeing my own home with slash marks all around the front door, as if there was a break in. I rushed through the caving doors disregarding the possibility of our home being structurally unsound due to the wreckage.

"Mother! Father! Where are you?" I called out desperately. I received no answer.

In a panic I raced around our small one story home. They weren't in the living room, or kitchen, or my room, or the bathroom. Finally, I paused outside of their closed bedroom door.