I woke up sweating again, breathing heavily. All I could remember was the color red and the feeling of my skin blistering and peeling off of me, the feeling of my nerve endings being fried by that awful, awful chakra. It was eerie, and freaky, and a whole bunch of other adjectives, but I was still thankful it wasn't the bodies this time, because the torrent of fire always made it even worse. Whenever I dreamed about the fire that I died in, I dreamed about the screams of my old family, being roasted alive, and the awful smell of burnt hair invaded my senses.

I shook myself slightly. I didn't want to remember it. I wasn't ready to actually face it.

I turned my thoughts to the time when I saw Danzo while I was walking around the village with Mother. Why had he said that? Why had he stood up for me?

This is what I remember about Danzo: I remember an old, bitter man, who wanted the best for his village and would do monstrous things for what he considered the greater good. I always hated that kind of villain. But… this is real. There are no heroes and villains in real life, just people.

Just people. People who have pasts, who have everything and nothing, all at the same time. The Danzo from my memories was a product of his past, but right now that past, my present, seems bright and happy, or at least… that's what I got out of the whole situation. That Danzo, not this Danzo, was a product of his past. I had always wondered what drove Canon!Danzo so far into the black that his whole character was so easy to hate. So fucking easy to scorn, to wish that he would just die already. This innocent version of him, who wanted people to stop saying mean things about me? Not so much.

I couldn't picture that small child doing awful things like kidnapping kids and indoctrinating them into his own personal army, implanting stolen eyes from my clan into his arm, ordering the execution of my clan, my clan, my clan—

My clan.

The Uchiha clan was mine. What happened to them? They got hungry for power and prestige, and tried to stage a coup d'etat against the whole village, which was ultimately their downfall. It made Danzo, that innocent child I saw at the market, order their deaths. Well, not on my watch.

But how could I do that? How could I stop the destruction of my new clan, of my new life, without ensuring the downfall of the rest of the village?

The solution came to me, ironically, from the very anime that I remember all of this from. From a little blond boy with big dreams and a bigger heart. It was all so simple.

Become Hokage.

If I became Hokage, then the Uchiha would never stage a coup because they wanted power, because one of their clansmen already became Hokage! Yeah, I was kind of aiming high, but you know what? My life was worth it. I wasn't going to waste this new life, I was going to do something about my situation.

This was going to be a long haul. It was a tall order for a small girl-child with a fucking blindfold to make it to Kage level before some of the most pivotal moments in Canon. Well, I say Canon, when I really mean the timeline of this whole fucking world. Oh Kami, this sucks.

This was just so fucking confusing. One moment I think of it as a story, of black and white words written (or drawn) on a page in a set order. Then the next I refer to it as my future. But if it was my future anything I do now won't change what happens fifty to sixty years from now. Hell, if it was already paved in stone, why the fuck was I in a female Kagami's body?

I drew my knees up into my chest, I curled my arms around them, and I laid my left cheek against my knee.

I was confused, but I knew one thing: if this really was all set in stone then I was fucked. I would end up having some guy's kid and be the mother or grandmother of Shisui Uchiha. I would be dead in about fifty to sixty years. My son/grandson would have his eye stolen and then commit suicide right in front of his best friend.

I could feel the tears burn in my eyes, and my blindfold dampened.

"Please, whichever God is out there, whoever put me in this shitty situation, the least you could do is let me choose my future." I whispered brokenly.

"Dodge."

I jumped up in the air. The blunted kunai hit my shin with a fleshy thunk, I bit my lip to keep from screaming. It hurt and I was almost positive I already had a fucking bruise there. I landed somewhat on my feet and my knees. At least I had something going for me, my landings were getting better.

"Dodge." Otou-sama droned as I dropped fully to the ground and rolled to the left. I felt the metal skim my shoulder and I froze.

I waited for him to continue on with my training however he was oddly silent. It was the kind of silence both him and Okaa-san had been giving me lately. It was like they were thinking over something really hard, yet were as observant as ever. Nothing slipped past them any more. Did suddenly activating the dreaded Curse of Hatred cause 'pressure' (for the lack of a better word) to fall onto my shoulders? Because I knew for a fact I wasn't going to be clan head—

girls never were.

"Dodge." I didn't have time to ponder on this as I pushed myself up on my arms, my toes kept my lower torso off the ground. I sprung up a moment too late. The kunai hit my sternum. I weized from my position on my knees. That was by far the most painful one. I clutched my training shirt above the epicenter of the pain.

I bent over and put my hands on my knees, panting. "Can we take a break?" I whined.

I could practically hear the evil grin in his voice. "Hmm… I'll get more kunai. If you have energy to complain, you have energy to dodge some more."

Goddamnit.

What really made up 'special' chakra and why was it so special?

It just didn't make sense, what made the chakra that was used in everyday life different than the other that activated and deactivated the sharingan. There is only like three different ways it could be different, that I could think of, and all three involve the unconscious use of Sen chakra.

I wanted to know this answer—no, I needed to know this answer.

Maybe… chakra has empathic elements, right? So it's heavily influenced by emotion. Chakra filled with dark emotions, ones that came from life threatening situations or times of great emotional upheaval… maybe that was the catalyst? It sounded a little hokum to me, but aside from Sen chakra it was the best hypothesis I had.

So why did the Kyuubi's chakra have such an adverse effect? I know it burned away the part of my coils that allows me to turn the Sharingan off, but are there other side effects?

I would have to experiment though to find the answers to that question. I didn't even know how many tomoes I had in each eye.

Though that did bring up the question of how did Kurama's chakra burn it in the first place? When I activated it his chakra was no where near me, just his killing intent. Wait, so did that mean killing intent activated it? Then why didn't everyone have a Sharingan? Maybe not everyone had the potential for it, something to do with the tenketsu not lining up… ugh, this was so confusing.

Although it could be a genetic code only the Uchiha had? Maybe… It was a virus? Sort of how people were immune to herpes on the mouth, cold sores. It was present in the body and could be passed by birth? No that wasn't right. The genetic code sounded more plausible, it was probably a dormant code though like gills were in humans in my past life.

That… didn't make as much sense as I thought. I'll explain: we had gills and even a tail as a fetus, our bodies going through so many different changes before birth. Usually the gills and tails are gone by the time we're born, but sometimes the tails don't fade. The gills, though? Those were always gone.

Maybe the Sharingan was that genetic code that didn't fade? As a genetic code it could explain how only the Uchiha had it. Maybe it was a mutation? But that didn't explain how I managed to include the Kyuubi's chakra into my own delicate coils.

I can feel the headache forming. There were just too many options, if I was really going to get to the bottom of this I would need some help.

"And again." I picked myself back up from the ground. My bruises had bruises and those bruises had bruises. I was pretty sure I was just one giant bruise, and this was where I was thankful that I had the blind fold. This way I couldn't see just how badly I actually looked at the moment.

I sunk into the starting position of the kata and waited. I focused on the sounds around me. I flinched inwards as I felt the air clip my shoulder in a warning strike. I pivoted into a roundhouse kick, all I met was air. Then suddenly, I was sprawling face first on the dojo's floor. My chin connected harshly and I could taste blood in my mouth from where I bit open the inside of my cheek. I could feel the tears in the corners of my eyes.

"Faster, Kagami." Otou-sama chided from his position above me.

I spit out a gob of blood onto the floor and croaked, "Hai, Tou-sama." I pushed myself up off the floor.

I breathed in and sank low into my starting kata. I breathed out in one quick burst of air as I felt the warning hit at my lower back. I pivoted into a backwards kick and skimmed something with my heel.

A fist connected with my shoulder sending me stumbling forward.

I grit my teeth and waited for the warning strike again. It came as a sweep of air next to my right ankle. I shifted on a dime and thrust both my fists out at the same time, only air met my strike.

A foot connected to the back of my thigh a few inches underneath my butt. I crumpled to the ground in pain. I didn't know what part of my insides were hit but it fucking hurt. I whimpered.

"Again."

"A break, please?" I whispered through the pain.

"What was that?" I recognized that tone. I felt the tears in my eyes soak into my blindfold, "I didn't hear you. Now again Kagami."

I slowly picked myself up off the ground.

Well fuck.

The chances of this working was about an one and three ratio, where one was the success rate out of three tries. I mean in the anime the Hyuuga could see the tenketsu points with lots of training but could they actually see where the chakra came from? That I didn't have a clue.

I held my breath for just a moment before slipping the navy blue blindfold up off my eyes. It stayed on my forehead like a hitai-ate, I kept my eyes closed though. I was chickening out again!

I grit my teeth and opened my eyes just slightly.

I felt my eyelids snap completely open as I took in the amount of pure detail that I could now see. Each stroke of a painting on my rice paper sliding doors, each little stitch that made up my comforter. It was breathtaking, how much I could see.

"What do you see?" I asked Kazue.

Kazue Hyuuga was a girl who was my age that I recruited on my expedition to find out just what the hell was going on with my eyes. She had midnight blue hair and too much rage to be contained in her small form.

"I don't know, give me a second," she groused. She formed her fingers into the Ram seal and said, "Byakugan!" Spidery veins bulged around her eyes.

It was quiet for a moment, Kazue's eyebrows furrowed. "It's murky, like muddy water." She paused and her mouth pursed like she was sucking on a lemon, "I can't tell anything. It's too clouded." She opened her eyes, "Give it some time, most chakra pathways aren't developed until nine to ten years old. I can't see anything."

I sighed, "Thanks anyways." I rubbed the cloth on my forehead in frustration, "You'll still look into it for me though right?"

Her mouth formed a flat line. "You're lucky Konoha demands our clans work together."

I gave her a tiny smile and a thumbs up. "You're the best!" I pulled the blindfold back over my eyes.

"Focus, Kagami." Otou-sama touched the side of my head with his fingers, "The Sharingan is the most important device an Uchiha can use. There are many stages, some that the clan members don't even know about."

He hooked his fingers underneath my blindfold. My heart rate accelerated, I wasn't cleared for take off yet. The doctors didn't tell me yea or nea on my usage of the family bloodline yet. I reached up and grabbed a hold of the cloth before he could slide it up off my face.

"Kagami." He said calmly and I relented. My fingers hovered over the blindfold as my eyes were uncovered.

The clarity hit me every time. The visual overload was almost too much for me, and I staggered a bit. My knees clattered to the ground in surprise as I stared into the mirror across from me. I would swear up and down that we were in the dojo, but looking around I recognized my parents private bathing room.

Otou-sama cleared his throat and went into lecture mode. "Pay attention, Kagami."

"The Sharingan's abilities consist of two parts: the "Eye of Insight" (洞察眼, Dōsatsugan) and the "Eye of Hypnotism" (催眠眼, Saimingan). The first of the Sharingan's powers, that comes with having the first tomoe, is being able to see chakra flow. The Sharingan itself gives colour to chakra, allowing the wielder to differentiate them. They are also able to tell if a person is under a genjutsu because the person's chakra flow would be irregular. Sharingan can see chakra through solid surfaces such as cave pillars. The first tomoe of the Sharingan also grants the user an incredible clarity of perception, allowing them to easily recognise genjutsu and different forms of chakra, however it can't see chakra as well as the Byakugan. It also allows the user to pick up on subtle details, enabling them to read lip movements or mimic something like pencil movements. As the Sharingan evolves, gaining the second tomoe, this ability extends to being able to track fast-moving objects before finally giving some amount of predictive capabilities to the user, allowing them to see the image of an attacker's next move from the slightest muscle tension in their body and counter-attack or dodge without any wasted movement. However, even though the user may be able to see an attack or know it is coming, their body may not always have time to react."

"The ability that comes with the Sharingan's third tomoe is that it grants the user the ability to copy almost any technique that he or she witnesses, apart from other kekkei genkai techniques. The user can memorize ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu with near-perfect accuracy, allowing the user to use the techniques as their own, or even modify them to create their own new techniques. In order to reproduce a copied technique, however, one must have the necessary skill or ability to perform them."

"You have all three tomoe because of the Kyuubi's chakra, so even if you don't remember all of this lecture your Sharingan will have memorized it all."

I nodded dumbly, feeling a bit stoned from the sensory overload.

Otou-sama sighed, sensing that he'd lost me for the rest of the day. "Put the blindfold back on, Kagami."

I slid the fabric back over my eyes, and immediately felt drained.

"Up, Kagami, your Okaa-san has something to tell you." His hand landed on my shoulder as I stood up.

"…baby…big sister…Kagami? Kagami?"

"Oh, okay." I rested my head tiredly against the pillow, I didn't feel so well.

I heard Okaa-san's soft chuckle, "Did you even hear me Kagami?"

"Hmm, yeah…" I mumbled feeling a yawn over take me, "I'm gonna-ah, be a big sister."

"Yes dear you are." She gently soothed my hair out of my face and kissed my cheek. "Good night dear, see you in the morning."

"Good night." I mumbled halfway asleep.

It wasn't until she had shut my door that it finally clicked. Oh my good God, I was going to be a big sister. I sat straight up in surprise. Fucking shit, I already messed up canon and I wasn't even trying.

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