IZUNA

1

"Look, I'm not saying that unlocking our dojutsu is bad or anything. I'm just saying we should probably reconsider celebrating a child being traumatized."

Tajima Uchiha, head of the esteemed  Uchiha pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, deeply. He seemed to be sighing a lot these days actually. He was also plagued by a mysterious headache that seemed to come and go during odd hours of the day.

"I think activating the sharingan is reason for therapy."

There it was again.

"Izuna."

"—-and bleeding from the eye sockets is a good sign to stop using the sharingan no matter how powerful a technique it is. Bleeding is bad. And insanity. That's bad too. Say, if either Madara or I gain some special swirling eye thing after two of our clansmen go missing for some strange reason I'm just going to say that I plead the fifth—-!"

"Izuna, please."

"Shutting up, now." Izuna made the motion of zipping her lips.

Ever since unlocking her sharingan, Izuna had been different in a way neither Tajima or Madara could explain. She was more energetic, in a way, and behaved oddly when in the presence of chakra. She acted as though she had never seen chakra before, watching it as a child would watch something in wonder.

She also became chatty.

Izuna was never chatty before.

When Elder Mikasa told him that Izuna's changes were the result of puberty, he immediately fled the cackling elder.

Izuna going through puberty was something his wife was supposed to deal with. His beloved wife was supposed to guide his beautiful daughter into womanhood... His wife was dead and Tajima didn't know what to do. At all.

He defaulted.

"Go train with Madara."

Her eyes lit up.

"Okie dokie."

::

"Two households, both alike in dignity" She began dramatically, "In fair Hi no Kuni, where we lay our scene."

"Izuna what." Madara balked.

"From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean."

"From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. A pair of star-cross'd brothers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows, do with their death bury their parents' strife."

"The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, and the continuance of their parents' rage."

"Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, is now the two hours' traffic of our stage."

"The which if you with patient ears attend, what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."

She stared a thousand yards away.

Madara sighed.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asked her fondly, ruffling her hair.

She preened, "Praise me."

"You're so weird." He told her.

"Says you."

He pouted, "I resent that."

...

"Wanna set something on fire?"

::

"How the hell did you manage that?"

Izuna panicked as the fire began killing all the koi fish, "I don't know!"

"You set the pond on fire!"

"Yes?"

"You set the pond on fire!"

"Yes! And I don't know any water style jutsu!" She retorted snappishly, "You'd think that there's be at least one water user in a clan of pyromaniacs!"

Tajima and Madara shared a look™.

"Izuna, why—-" a strange noise spluttered out of Tajima's throat. Then, he let out a long tired sigh. "Izuna what on earth?"

"No, no, she's got a point." Madara said after a moment of thoughtful silence.

"Well of course I do. I may be stupid but I'm not an idiot."

Tajima made that weird noise again.

"Do you need a spoonful honey or something?" She asked her father in concern. "Is something wrong with your throat?"

Tajima walked away without looking back.

"Father?"

"You broke him." Madara told her as she waved him off.

"Nah, I couldn't have. It would take more than a flaming pond to break father."

"Uh," Madara said intelligently.

::

She was never one for conflict. Not even in her last life or her current one. She'd even go as far to say that she was allergic to conflict.

She avoided it.

She hated it.

That's why she was more of a go with the flow type of gal that did what everyone else did to avoid said conflict.

She didn't know how to say no either.

That's why she died.

She died because of something as lame as an incapability to say no.

Funny but not, isn't it?

She was such a pushover.

"Not again." She vowed to herself, "never again."

She was granted a second chance.

She wasn't going to waste it.