This was one of my three stories for the poll. Read and review, I don't own Naruto, blah blah blah

This is only the prolouge.

Noriko Uchihia loves her twin daughters, Machiko and Mikoto, more then the sun and the moon and more then anything else.

Other Uchihia would frown upon this behavior, saying it was unprofessional for a mother to dote on her children so. Her husband had often reprimanded her, saying that they should grow up strong instead of coddled, stern eyes flashing as he glares at her. She smiles sweetly. Sweetly as poison.

It makes no difference. Noriko is not a meek housewife. She is a jounin, and a full blooded and powerful Uchihia. No Uchihia dares to speak against her gentle treatment of her children. Her husband Shouri may grumble, for Noriko knows her husband wants boys, boys who may activate their Sharingan and use dangerous jutsus. And she understands.

She loves Shouri, strange in a clan of inbreeding and arranged marriages, and she loves he wants sons to protect her when she is old and to give her grandchildren who carry the Uchihia name.

But Noriko sees herself in her girls. And Shouri understands that.

Noriko Uchihia loves her daughters. More then the white and red fans that are blazed onto every wall and panel in all the houses.

But she cannot deny Machiko is strange.

Mikoto is an Uchihia child, sweet and gentle and refined. Machiko is something else.

She is different then the other Uchihia, different yet the same, unable to be distinguished if you don't look close enough. On the outside, she looks the same. She wears the Uchihia crest, and her hair is more spikes then locks. Dark eyes, pale complexion.

She seems normal, if a bit quiet. Even as a child, she would mewl instead of cry. But Noriko, with her sharp eye, notices strange jokes only she seems to get, references she makes, and strange behavioral actions.

Noriko would need days to list them all. Mikoto had once said that she would name her daughter Sauske (an unusual choice, but then again, Mikoto was prone to flights of fancy, and would most likely grow out of it) and Machiko had started laughing so hysterically Shouri had brought her to the hospital. Mikoto had wanted to learn Shushin when she wanted to teleport, and Machiko had cackled 'maybe you got to get a sonic screwdriver.'

She played with Mikoto and the other children, pretending to be a ninja at Mikoto's insistence. She would soften a little when she played, but when the kids mock stabbed each other, her face would be filled with repulsion, and would excuse herself. Outside her family, she was quiet and demure, a perfect child. But Noriko knew she was different. Every time she spoke to Machiko, she would engage Noriko in engaging and often morbid conversations. When Noriko had asked why Machiko never finished a game of Ninja, she looked up, and surrounded by her stuffed animals, she said

"They're training to be child soldiers. I don't want to be a mindless killer."

She had promptly fallen asleep, to leave Noriko feeling rather puzzled as she tucked in Mikoto, who thankfully never commented on the social structure of shinobi.

Machiko meant knowledgable child. That certainly fit. As far as Noriko knew, Shouri never discussed his career with Machiko and Mikoto around.

Another time, when they were two years old, Mikoto had commented on how it was "funny that the big scary man was buying donburi"

Machiko had casually remarked "Torture probably takes a lot out of you."

The day after, Orochimaru had come over and discussed some politics with Shouri, and Mikoto had commented he was scary, but he was really powerful. Machiko had, deadpan, said "Now children, if a strange snake man offers you power, don't listen. He only wants your body."

Noriko had immedietly put Mikoto and Machiko to bed and had gone to Shouri and demanded just what was he telling his children.

Machiko was abnormal. An aberration to the Uchihia.

But Noriko loved her more then the sun and the moon. Machiko was her daughter.

Even though she had once looked up at her and deadpan, said

"Your grandson will kill everyone for peace."

She had started crying and laughing after that.

Noriko still wasn't sure what to think.

But she loved her anyway.

Karma is a jerk.

Dying once sucked.

Being reborn, and knowing you were going to die again?

That's five million times worse.

Being an Uchihia is not as bad as I would have thought.

My mother-the one in this timeline-is very kind.

My father is stern but fair.

My sister is very adorable.

This sounds nice, but sadly

They all die. My sister's kid kills everyone here.

So yeah. Not really

I was going to die.

But if I was, I'd go out with a bang.

I was going to die, I was sure.

So I might as well enjoy the ride.

I might die, but I won't be forgotten.

I'll be remembered, like a firework blazing in the sky, fading fast, but thought upon.

….

…Hopefully not with all the Curse of Hatred bull