Hot blood splat on the dry ground. Her katana was trembling in her small hand as she looked at the dead body before her feet. The familiar smell of burned flesh and of iron stung in her sensitive nostrils. Her blazing red eyes slowly deactivating. B...
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She slowly sat down on the hard tatami mat and pushed the steaming cup of tea to her father. He struggled to sit down but managed with a quiet groan. She had prepared a pillow to let her father rest his leg on it. Her worried look didn't change when her father looked straight at her and took a tiny sip out of his small cup before he but his foot on it. Akane blew on her hot tea and took a small sip too. She liked her tea with more sugar or honey but since their family was struggling with keeping everything up, she didn't dare to complain about that. She just liked to swell in old memories of the addicting taste of sugar. She tried to recall the sugary taste on her tongue. Smiling to herself she slowly let the bamboo cup down on the desk, causing a small noise. Quietly her father, Hayao Uchiha, set down the small cup and averted his look from his cup to his only daughter. His bold and dark brows twitched slightly as he spoke to her.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, Akane.", he paused to lick his dry lips as his dark eyes locked with hers. His cold and piercing eyes looked at her. Akane was used to this, but still she couldn't deny the feeling of uneasiness slide down her petite back.
"The Uchiha men are demanding for more strong and healthy men to fight in this bloody war.", he started as he leaned a bit back as he saw the pure shock in her already pale face. Hayao sighed, his only daughter wasn't a foolish one, she got the hint as shivers of angst ran through her. He still looked at his daughter with the same look in his eyes. Hayao started again "Since I am unable to fight - due my condition, I'm thinking about to send Souta to the battlefields.", the sound of a silent scream broke the silence. With torn eyes, Akane looked at her father. Her trembling fist was on the woody surface of the table. Her fist was twitching and her hand turned white from all the pressure. Her other hand cramped around the woody table, her short nails digging into the old wood - chipping the wood and her nails. Her pale face seemed to get white as every ounce of blood left her face. Worry seemed to eat her soul away. "Father – With all the respect but you can't send him! H-He is just a boy and still way too young for the battlefield!". Unknowingly her eyes began to tear up and her dark eyes began to swirl into a fiery red. Her whole face expression was stressed. Due to her emotional stress, she was encountering her undeveloped Sharingan activated. Akane's Sharingan seemed to burn in her sensitive sockets. Her vision became better - sharper and defined. She already felt how the sharingan was staining her chakra reservoirs.
She knew the Uchiha-Clan needed people, but she still couldn't let her little baby brother suffer from war. Especially because they were Uchiha's from the lowest branch they were obligated to submit one male family member. Everyone knew they would position him on the front rows! He was just a child without any interest in this cold hearted war. Her heart seemed to stop when she imagined him fighting in the front rows. Her sweet little brother, with no fighting experience at all. His shy demeanor when he got flustered. He just had started to take lessons as a herb-healer! His heart was too kind to take a katana in his hands. To stain his hands with blood if killing and not healing. That just wasn't his world. That would break his sweet soul.
She started speaking again. "He is just eleven years old and doesn't even have any interest in fight-! "The loud sound of a slap echoed in the living room. Due to her emotional stress she didn't even try to dodge it. Her uncontrolled Sharingan still swirled and seemed to glow even redder in the darkening room. The sun was going down and filling the whole room in an orange light. Akane bit her cheek to suppress any loud from her. She didn't want to alarm her younger brothers. The burning hot sensation on her right cheek brought her back as she slowly turned her red face back to him.
The look in her father's face got burned into her mind. The torn expression he had in his eyes. How his eyes screamed in silence. One strand of his already graying hair had fallen into his face. Akane just held her cheek as she looked at her steaming tea.
„Do you think I have any sayings in this, Akane? Please stop thinking such unreasonable things. I do know my own son very well. I expected more from you.", he ran his hand over his face. He looked through his hands only to send her a dark glance between his fingers. "Didn't I tell you to bring that under control?", his hot breath was noticeable on her face. The spit on her face ignoring she tried to switch off her Sharingan panicky. She closed her eyes knowing how much her own father hated these eyes. The same eyes he had. She felt how the Sharingan finally had turned off. She felt how her chakra-flow had become more calm. Akane took a deep breath.
„I'm sorry, father...", she silently said as she looked at her hands shamefully. Akane really tried to control her Sharingan, since it had been the downfall for her own mother. She bit her lip and still didn't look up to meet the harsh eyes of her own father. The memories of her mother began to suffuse her. Her pleasant smile did warm her broken heart. The motherly hugs with pure love she still ached for. With her fingertips Akane slowly ran over her naturally flushed cheek. She slowly ran over her small mole under her right eye. Her dark lashes fluttered at her memory. At least she did share this unique future with her mother. They both had almond shaped eyes. Her hand fell off her cheek as she remembered that her memory of her mother was fading. Did her mother have the exactly same eyes like she does? Realizing that she didn't remember her made her panic. Looking up to meet the eyes of her unapproachable father she asked herself how her father had become like this. "I'm going to heat-treating the sword for Tajima-Sama, father. I'll see you when I'm finished." Standing up by pushing off the floor she glanced at her father. Her eyes turned into slits while she smirked at him. "We both know that I cannot let my brothers do this and I'm going to find a solution for that, for once fully believe in me.", swiftly she turned around letting her long black hair flow around her slim back. She slit open the thin door and pat her older brother on his head. She knew he was eavesdropping.
Slowly letting the red blade into the oil-bath causing the oil to hiss in agony. She let out a groan when the heat from the blade met her flushed face. The thick leather gloves protected her small hands from getting burned by the hot oil as the oil bubbled up. Her eyes sparkled when she saw the beautiful pattern on the sword. She did an excellent job with forging different metals into this one. Her bangs were soaked in sweat. Droples of that made its way down her nose bridge right onto the sword. Akane let the sword back to rest in the oil bath. Creaking her back she stretches her physique and took off the stinking gloves. Akane took a wooden stool and sat on it. Her bangs were covering her eyes as she was leaning forward. The only thing that was showing was her silly smile when a solution came into her brilliant mind.
Minutes later and a bunch of beautiful raven hair met the dirty floor.
