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"The true mind can weather all the lies and illusions without being lost. The true heart can touch the poison of hatred without being harmed. Since beginning less time, darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to purifying light" Avatar: The Last Airbender

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I never wanted any of this to happen. That is the first thing you should know. Actually that's the only thing you should know. Because if you are going to remember anything from this fabrication that can scathingly be called a story, remember that I did not want this. It should have never been this way. But I couldn't help it, I hadn't wanted to.

If anyone asked why, my answer was simple, it did not change, and my answer did not account for change either. No matter what, my answer to the question stayed the same. The answer? He deserved a good life, a happy life, that boy deserved to live. I wanted him to live. Maybe my answer wasn't so simple

What was the question? It was simple too, at least more simple than the answer. Why?

Why? It would become the question I'd be asked and would even ask myself.

Why did it matter?

Why did it happen?

Why did you do that?

Why?

Why…

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Why not?

They should have stopped asking. I loved him, and I wanted to protect him, why would my answer change? He was my brother, what did they expect me to do? I liked breaking expectations placed on me, I always had. It was a quirk.

Prodigy. They labeled me, but, if only they had known. Known the truth, maybe then they wouldn't have kept asking me all these questions. It was annoying. Even if the questions did change. My answer stayed the same.

I think they wanted to know, how my mind worked, why I thought why I did but they didn't ask the right questions. They didn't know the questions to be asked. He did, he understood me. Better than anyone else.

So I want you to remember two simple things, they won't change, they never do. First of all, I never meant for any of this to happen (that was a lie) and secondly I would do anything in my power to keep him safe, no matter the consequences. Those are the only things that you need to know.

What follows next isn't the happiest tale of nice people, no what follows next is hatred. Pure ignorant hatred. They hated us for things that were beyond our control, for things that we had not done, things that had been done to us. I hated them for it. He wanted them to acknowledge him, he did not know the truth. My brother had not understood why.

There was that word again. Why? That word haunted me, tore through my very being. In a way it also brought comfort to me. I had to remember why, it was important too. More important than my loathing of them. I digress.

Back to what followed, they hated us. It stopped being a big deal after some time. Too me at least, I did not need their acknowledgement or praise, I did not require their approval. I simply wanted to protect my brother. He was the light in my darkness, he made me whole. To simply put it my brother was an idiot, but he was mine and I protected what was mine.

Sometime later we started academy, they wanted us to become weapons. I advanced quickly because I had no need to hold myself back. How would I be strong enough to protect him if I made myself weak? There was no logical point to it.

They would label me a prodigy (like my father), that however did not stop the whispers or the heated looks. But I could handle them, words had never hurt me. Why should I let them now? I developed a thick skin or a thicker skin. Either way it wasn't important. Because they could only hurt me if I allowed them too, and that was not on the agenda. Not today, not ever.

I graduated early, there was no since to keep me at the academy if I did not need to be there. The teachers had agreed although they did protest on behalf my age. If only they had known, if only they had realized that what they thought was merely a child had the sense of a fully grown adult then maybe they wouldn't have tried so hard to hold me back.

My brother had been jealous, afraid I wanted the same thing as he. Once reassured that no in fact I did not want that we were fine. He was happy for me, his smile taking over his whole face. Have I mention how much I loved his smile? No. Well it was bright, like the sun, it made me feel warm inside. Seeing him smile made me happy. It was one of the few things that did.

They told me I was quiet child, that I was shy, I did not seek attention like my brother, and that I did not go out of my way to talk or to make friends. I did not need their attention. Perhaps they were mistaken though, I was not shy in nature, the quiet one sure, but never shy. There was no reason to be shy, I merely didn't like them. Besides you learned more by watching then you ever did by speaking to people who hated you. It was a lesson well learned.

Maybe I was being insensitive but humans tended to be idiotic, emotions always ran over reason. Why would that change now? Nothing else had.

So I receive my forehead protected and was placed in the tutelage of one blank expression brunette man. I was given no teammates and that was fine. This was an apprenticeship after all, just me and my master. My teacher was an odd character, but I could see the reasoning behind the choice. He could control me if I ever lost control. They didn't need to know of the agreement made. No one but myself understood.

I was being cynical again. He kept trying to tell me to ease up on it a bit, but I think the cynicism was etched into my bone. It was a part of me, like the very reason we were hated. My brother simply did not understand. Regardless I still loved him.

It has come to my attention that I have told you quite a bit about myself, without even telling you my name. A shame. I knew something had slipped my mine, do forgive me for it. Do allow me to interrupt this tale for a few seconds to introduce myself.

I used to be someone else, it was a long time ago I think. The truth was it didn't matter now. Maybe it never had, because the fact remained I was Uzumaki Mitomi and this is the story of how I became Uzumaki Naruto's twin sister and altered everything. This is the story of how I lived after death and of the only one thing matter now.

The most important thing you need to remember. I was a liar, I always had been. A liar with a good intentions and an empty heart filled only by the love on one person. But that was going to change. It would be the only thing to change about me, I generally tried to be consistent with my convictions. Because people did not change, even if they were reborn into a fictitious universe that should not have existed in the first place.

Why?

That was something I did not know the answer too, I did not want to know the answer to. It was better that way.

XOXOX

I have a serious problem… You have no idea. To let you in on how bad it is, as you know I have two SI stories already posted here both Third War era au, another SI that I have three chapters written of just sitting on my computer waiting to be posted. And then this damn thing has been pestering me for weeks now and I just had to write it down to get it out of my head. I don't know if I'll be continuing it but I'm pretty proud of the writing style so I am going to leave it posted. Who knows maybe someone will like it and I'll continue it. This is also shorted than my normal work so yah. Perhaps I'll come back and add more to this introduction chapter later. Oh well.

As usual I own nothing.

Thoughts?

Sincerely, La'rae