Uchiha-Kaguya Competition

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Alright in this Competition, the entrants must make a story telling how a new character survived either the Uchiha OR the Kaguya clan massacre (Note, OR , you may not enter a story for both)

Prize: The winner will be able to make their character for the reduced cost of 60 tokens (We will hold it for them if they need time to collect the tokens.)

Deadline: Tuesday the 20th of January

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EXAMPLE--- Pat's Uchiha App----
The Sharingan inevitably begins and ends with the Byakugan. But how is this possible? Early in the years of the Hyuuga clan, a young woman fell in love with someone outside of the family. Despite the consistent urging of her family members, she made up her mind to marry the man. But this man, was no ordinary human. His name, Sojobo, was known as the King of the Tengu. Now there are two types of tengu, Sojobo being a Konoha Tengu, with white hair, a long nose, and small, black wings. Now the King of the Tengu was much more than the average person. He carried a large fan made of Fatsia leaf, which was capable of creating large storms, possessed the ability of teleportation, and the ability of telecommunication, having the ability to drive people insane. He also had great shape shifting powers, and would turn into a human to interact with them. Soon the couple were married, and shortly after that, the woman bore a child. Sojobo named this child Uchiha Madara, whose eyes were a twisted form of the Byakugan, aptly named the Sharingan, for their mystic copying powers. When Madara would move into a higher level of the Sharingan, he gained similar abilities as his father, Teleporation and Telecommunication.

“Folklore Bullshit.” The scientist closed the decrepit book and watched a storm of dust rise to his nostrils, forcing him to sneeze loudly twice.

“God Bless you.” A dark voice resounded from behind the man, causing him to jump. The scientist quaked, slowly turning to the origin of the voice. A porcelain fox grinned at him, but the eyes were not so jovial. “Have you discovered anything?”

“Holy F----… Don’t sneak up on me like that…and no, I haven’t, just the same old folklore, nothing explaining the connection between the Byakugan and the Sharingan.” The young scientist’s glasses gleamed in the dim fluorescent light that hung above him.

“ Well, I have an assignment for you…To better understand the Eye, you will be posing as a Medic. Find out as much as you possibly can, and report back often. And Akio, do not do anything that I would have to kill you for.” The mask slowly floated backwards, disappearing into the darkness of the small research room.

“Well, great…just…great…more bullshit, but now I have to take urine samples and give prostate exams to boot. I am a fracking scientist, not some third-rate male nurse.” Akio grumbled, collecting his paperwork and heading for the door.

As time went by, Akio spent more and more time as the Uchiha Family Physician, his name becoming well known throughout the family. Naturally, due to his scientific talents, he far surpassed any medical personnel that the Uchiha had ever witnessed.

When he first started, Akio was more than impersonal, he was as cold as liquid nitrogen. He did his best to file fact from fiction. But as all things must, his sanity soon came to an end. His entire life began to be wrapped around the mystical copy-wheel eye. The tomoe constantly spinning in his head, enticing him with the secrets just out of his reach. Blood samples, urine samples, plasma samples, eye screenings, MRIs, all proved to fall short of the information that he needed to connect the Sharingan to the Byakugan. He soon came to the conclusion, one night, sitting in the small research room with hundreds of detailed sharingan sketches staring down on him from the walls, that he needed a test subject. The only problem was that the village would obviously notice someone missing, and he could never get it approved by those above him. If he was going to do this it had to be secret. Soon, his chance came.

“Dr. Fuji.” A young nurse strolled up to the cluttered desk filled with medical charts, requests, and patient forms. Akio absent-mindedly scoped out the attractive nurse, his eyes resting on her breasts for a moment, then, reluctantly, moved up to her eyes.

“Yes Kyoko?” Dr. Akio Fuji inquired stoically, the dilemma of a test subject still dancing in his mind. She quietly handed him a clipboard with the day’s tasks on it. {Retina exam…Prostate Exam..} Akio sighed at that point, he hated doing Prostates. {Birth… Check-up…wait a moment…Birth….Matsumi Uchiha….single mother to be…hmmm..} Dr. Fuji became pensive, and a chain of events began in his mind, that he soon followed through. The next few hours seemed to breeze by, so fast that Akio could hardly remember the details.

“I will do the birth alone Kyoko, tend to the paperwork, the patient seems healthy enough, so it should be no problem”

“Welcome Matsumi! Just lie down, and we will get started with inducing you.”

“Push a little harder! Don’t forget to breathe!”

Hidden Ninja Art: Stilled Body Jutsu

“I…am sorry Matsumi…the child…died immediately after being born….yes yes…still-births are very painful…just let it all out…”

Akio checked the bundle in his arms on his walk home. After confirming that the stasis jutsu had indeed worn off, he sighed, running through a checklist in his mind. { Faked the Cause of Death reports…Switched out the child with an actual dead child…consoled mother to alleviate any suspicion..} Everything seemed to be in place. Now, for the experiments to begin.

A week later Akio Fuji sat in frustration, glaring at the small child smiling at him on his desk. All the experiments came back normal, but WHY? He looked around, and soon the answer seemed to be staring at him. The sharingan was not yet active in this child. He would have to raise him if he were to find out anything about this illusive eye. Ah! And what an opportunity to see how an isolated subject reacts to his environment! Ah yes, the possibilities seemed endless. All things start with a name…and so Dr. Fuji gave the small child the title of Ayumu Fuji.

As the years passed, Dr. Fuji came up with a passable back story of how his young wife died immediately following Ayumu’s birth, leaving him a widowed, single father. And to think, they were to be married not two weeks later. He added that on the end of the story every time, just to curtail a tear or two. He continued to practice as the doctor for the Uchiha Family, his knowledge and influence within the clan growing with every passing day.

It was a clear night, Dr. Fuji had just gotten done locking the clinic and he had begun his short walk home through the Uchiha District, humming jovially. As he walked, he noticed a small red stream coming from an alleyway, and naturally, it piqued his interest. He turned the corner and came eye to eye with Itachi Uchiha. Itachi glided away as Fuji’s body joined the others resting peacefully admist the red water of the alleyway.

Shortly after the Uchiha Massacre Incident, anbu scoured Fuji’s house, discovering everything he had learned…and about the true Identity of Ayumu. After a long, and arduous meeting, the anbu decided to keep Ayumu, and train him to become a shinobi, and later on in life possibly one of the most powerful weapons that leaf ever obtained. They immediately swooped down on Ayumu, explaining bluntly his past, and what the scientist had done.

One night, very close to the present, Ayumu sat on his bed, pondering.

“Graduation is soon…. So many years have passed since…” Ayumu closed his eyes, attempting to search his mind for some fleeting memory of his Mother’s face, or of that bastard, Akio Fuji. He stood, moving to the window, staring out at the full moon, “I will find you Itachi Uchiha…and make you pay…for killing Akio Fuji…and denying me that pleasure….I will bring back the honor…that the two of you so violently stole.” He looked back to his desk, cluttered with books and reports for the academy, who still didn’t know of his identity…the anbu said that the Hokage was going to reveal it at the graduation…Ayumu sat down at the desk, opened the dusty book in front of him and read aloud,

“The Sharingan inevitably begins and ends with the Byakugan.”

In the shadows created by the shining moon, a pair of eyes gaze into Ayumu's window. A kunai could be seen, gleeming in the lunar reflection.

------Char Base Bio--------

Name: Ayumu Uchiha

Age: 15

Element: Fire

Specialization: Genjutsu

Personality type: Introvert, not very willing to go out of his way to do something for someone else. He would rather do what he has to do to help rebuild his clan, and be a part of a family that he had stolen from him.

Long Term Goals: Destroy Itachi for Killing Akio before he could. Rebuild Uchiha Clan.

Short Term Goals: Survive as a Shinobi. Increase in intellect and strength.

Nindo: To do anything in his power to bring honor back to his Clan.

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Edit: All entries will recieve tokens

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Here we go:

*16 Years Ago before the Uchiha Massacure stole breaths from many people, a child born he was rather little, skin

pale yet soft* "Ma'am what would you like to name you're beautiful baby boy?" The Doctor Asked with his clipboard

to record the new born, *The boys mom, young early twenties smiling in relief and joy, she would look at the new

born gazing into his eyes* "His name....Shall be Shieo" *She would say staring at the doctor, *He would write the

name down rather quickly*, "Last name?" *He would say in a quick tone*, *Jumpy she would look at him* "Uchiha"

*going back to dazing into her newborn son, "Shieo, Uchiha you shall turn out great I just know it"*

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*8 Years later, on a dark gloomy night, Shieo would wake from his peaceful sleep looking out his room to see what

the noise is coming from, he would see a older boy by a few years throwing shurikens at a wall. Shieo would tell

himself (Sasuke...You maybe stronger but one of these days) With a smirk on his face he would quietly walk to his

bed putting on a pair of earplugs*,
"Guh... Go away..." *A sleep that felt like a millisecond Shieo would be awoken from sleep to his mother

with her cheerful smile always* "Come on Shieo" *Poke* "It's you're first day going to the Academy you better make

a good impression" she would say continuously poking him to get up, "I know mom, leave so I can get dressed" *After

10 minutes his mom got worried and went to check on him since he hasn't left his room she would open the door to

find him fully dressed in bed sleeping, (Good lord that boy never stays awake) She would scream to wake him up not

mad but making him aware she knows* "SHIEO!, Get up for the academy!" *After a long period of time he eventually

got to the academies first day*

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*2 Years later, Shieo would leave the academy his last day excited that he the worst student in the class yet

passed!, He would jump up in joy* "YES!, shooting his fingers at everyone* "HA! I PASSED" *After a short time

bragging a Jounin would hand him a map and told him to follow it. He would walk to the place his map said on it a

red mark under in black sharpy *Here Squad 32 meeting* "Alright...I guess squad 32 is the one i'm in...Heh I will

chew them up for breakfast with my skills" *Not being the most intelligent he was lost, not knowing the map was

upside down he would ask someone where the Lake was. After searching for 40 minutes his squad waited, He'd arrive

like the coolest kid around*
*His two squadmates turns out to be the two people he absolutely hates but being the outgoing type he

slides it past since well he is rather excited to be a ninja, his squad leader a normal one so he thought was

another Uchiha..His father* The training excersises were rather easy but the two squadmates were rather nice due to

being a squad

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*2 Years after long training, his Father/Jounin was angry at Shieo he couldn't get the jutsu to good and other

ninja skills, but Shieo replaced it all with exceptional strength he could make the squadmates even cough out blood

in one swing but they had ninjutsu by their sides in their spars, at the age of 14 Shieo was disapointed in himself

and left a note in the Uchiha residence in his room reading, "Mom I love you but lately I have been really horrible

at this ninja stuff. Not to be rude but I could say told you so *Scratches over words that he messed up in

spelling* So I am taking a commitment to become a much greater ninja but I am leaving the village to develope my

own unique skills, You are probably crying by now and I wish you wouldn't but I promise I will stay safe *A smiley

face* I love you mom, P.S. burn the letter so dad doesn't find out*'
*Shieo would have all his tools and a backpack full of clothes food and other things to survive for awhile,

Looking back to the village he would smile mummbling, "Good bye my good friend, my village...My mother" *Leaving

the village holding his backpack straps he would walk honorably, (I shall become a great ninja....I hope)*

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(Age of 14)
*The day of the massacure, Shieo would be laying down in his bed in his tent, Fire put out quiet forest peaceful

sounds, (Mom you'll be so happy once you see my new skills I know it) Not knowing about the massacure he slept

peacefully dreaming about his mother seeing his new skills and jutsu*
*A week later, she would be cutting logs for firewood for tonights fire, smiling he would activate his

sharingan (Mom will be glad I can use this now) He had only gained the first stage by the age most Uchiha members

have the second or third he still proud of himself he would continue his daily chores, and practice his sharingan

and jutsus*

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*One year later at the age of 15, Shieo would be running to the village, in his tattered clothes, he would stop at

the gate, (So long ago I left these gates for being weak...I come back stronger than ever) He would start to walk

in with a giant smile on his face noticing all the people who knew him noticing he is still alive, walking in

continuing to smile he would go to visit his old favorite spots*

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Name: Shieo, Uchiha
Age: 15
Rank: Genin/None
Element: Fire
Specialization: Hand to Hand Taijutsu

Personality: Used to be out going happy, to sad under a coat of happy to make sure people do not pity the Uchiha

strong hearted his dream is to become strong and not being the the weak loser.

Other Information:
-Shieo is really fairly weak, but Strength based stuff is beyond strong
-Shieo is slim but extremely strong for his size
-He is pale, with Blue eyes that seem to be wild probably from the extensive time in the wildernes

[Tyrantos]

*Edit*

Aaand done!
Enjoy the story ^_^
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“And I looked, and behold, a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and hell followed with him.”– Revelation 6:8


Not much is known about the Kaguya clan.
Except their love for battle, nothing is known about them.
Some might know about their ability to manipulate their bone structure, this ability is called Shikotsu Myaku (Corpse Bone Pathways).
No one knows how they became able to use this technique, but some old folk lore says that the clan made a pact with the reaper himself.
Of course this is just made up fantasy.
… Or is it?


The training field was filled with the sound of battle, and in the middle of it two men were standing, sparring.
One of them had Black hair, and the other had hair as white as snow.
“Hah! No way that you will win this time!” The Black haired one yelled.
The other one, the older man just smiled at his brother and blocked the attack.
“No you won’t little brother, since you’re always too hasty”
The younger man growled and threw a bunch of shuriken towards the older man.
The older man just smiled and gracefully danced to the side, and put the blade to the neck of the younger man.
“You’re dead.” He said, and then pulled the blade away.
The younger man whose name was Beniakki sighed and scratched the back of his head.
“Oh man… you always win the spars Shigure.”
The White haired man whose name was Shigure just smiled at him, and started walking back towards their house.


The two brothers sat down at the table, and gazed out over the small lake.
“Shigure..?” Beniakki mumbled.
”Yes little brother?” He answered with a calm voice.
“Why are we always training?”
“Beniakki. I’ve told you that a thousand of times. It’s cause of the clan’s reputation as a warrior clan.”


Beniakki mumbled something and started to shovel in the food.
He didn’t like that he had been born in this family, He hated fighting.
But his brother loved it.
Even thought he showed off a calm side during battle, his heart always lusted for battle.
If Beniakki hadn’t been able to use Shikotsu Myaku no one would ever have thought that he was a member in this clan.
Their mother had died giving birth to Beniakki, and their father had perished during a mission so they lived alone in the house.
Of course the other clan members came to visit, but it wasn’t often.
Both men had reached adult age, and Beniakki was engaged with a beautiful girl by the name of Emi Hanji.
Secretly Shigure lusted for her, and was jealous of his brother.
And planned to kill him…
Emi and Beniakki did not live in the same house, Since Beniakki still wanted to live with his brother.


Late one night Shigure sneaked inside his brother’s room and murdered him.
No one ever knew what happened since Shigure used Henge, and took the look of his brother acting like him into the smallest detail.
And he spread out that Shigure had been missing in action. That he had perished during a mission.
Some months later the fake Beniakki was discovered, However Emi had already been made pregnant and fled the country in disgrace.
Shigure was executed for murdering his own brother, and the people forgot about Emi.


Nine months later she gave birth to a baby boy, with black hair like his mother, but the blue eyes of his traitor father.
First she had planned to kill the baby as soon as he was born.
However, as soon as Emi laid eyes on the small child she fell in love with him, and couldn’t do him any harm.
She decided to name him Beniakki after the man she had loved, and never told him about his heritage.
That he was a Kaguya.
So he got his mothers last name, Hanji and was raised alone by her in a small village in fire country.


Some years later the Kaguya clan attempted to revolt against the mist village, but they were all wiped out.
Save for a known few
Kimimaro Kaguya and Beniakki Kaguya, and a few others that have disappeared into the pages of lore.


Beniakki who recently been told by his mother that his father was a shinobi, started training to become one himself at Hidden leaf.
His mother did not want him to become one, but she couldn’t stand in the way for her son’s dreams so she let him.
This is about the same time as the Kaguya clan been wiped out.
A couple of years later he managed to graduate from leaf academy, hiding his heritage from everyone.
So that no one will know what he is.
Sadly he doesn’t have too many friends since many consider him strange, and abnormal.
But he is a friendly fellow, and a lover of nature.
But in battle his heart beats faster and he gets lost in the dance of the ancient art of martial art.

------Char Base Bio--------

Name: Beniakki Hanji (Kaguya) ( Beniakki means Crimson, or Red Demon, and hanji means Judge )

Age: 16

Element: Earth

Specialization: Taijutsu

Personality type: Calm and Gentle when not in battle.
But as soon as he get's into battle his blood heats up and he get's like a completly diffrent person.


*edit* ( added what his name mean )

[dusk]

*Shrugs* Why not...guess I'll put one in...I'll work on it and send it in through here...

Alright. Here we go.



“Be honorable, serve the village with pride and know always you do what is right.” What hollow words…Yasuo thought. His father had spoken these words to him, tried to mould it into his being since he could first truly understand. Yasuo tried, he worked day and night to become the riteous guardian of Konoha that his father wished him to be. Every day he trained, working hard to become faster and stronger. Desperately seeking the time of his awakening Sharingan, knowing one day he would master it and become a shield to defend his home. But his dreams were broken, fragmented so easily with a few simple words.

“We are the rightful rulers, Uchiha should not serve it should rule.” He hadn’t meant to overhear his father and his friends. He knew that all of them were well respected in the clan, all he had wanted was to get some herbs from the cellar for his mother. Yet he heard them, sitting in secrecy within the secret chamber beneath the house. They conspired, conspired to overthrow the Hokage! Confused and with a deep feeling of betrayal in his heart Yasuo fled his home, his mother calling after him. He ran and ran, down to the river where he often sat in quiet contemplation. Crawling into a lip in the rocks lining the river, he could think of nothing but the betrayal. He could feel the hot trails of tears drawing lines down his face. I should tell the Hokage! But his body refused to move, he loved his parents. He couldn’t understand why they would want to do something like this. He lay there for hours, struggling between his love for his parents and his love for the village. Eventually, tired and frustrated the boy fell asleep.

He awoke later that night to the sound of an argument, peeking out from his little alcove he spied one of the older boys of the clan. Itachi…he thought. The grown up always talked about how they were proud of him, how he was a prime example of Uchiha strength. To his surprise Itachi attacked the man with whom he had been arguing, blood spraying across the once serene landscape of the river. The murderer looked around, as if looking for something before leaping off towards the clan compound. Heart pounding the boy was paralyzed, what was Itachi doing? Did he know about the betrayal? Was this revenge? He could hardly think straight much less answer his own questions. After a few moments he could hear a few distant screams, cut short. Taking several deep breaths Yasuo slipped from his hiding place and moved down to the man Itachi had slain. “Father…” he whispered, seeing the corpse well enough to see the face.

He felt numb. His consciousness seeming to float away from his body, leaving it on its knees next to the corpse that had been his father. I need to run. I need to tell the Hokage. I have a duty, I must serve the village. Mechanically his body got to its feet. He knew he had no chance of getting to the main village without passing through the Uchiha compound. Just thinking of it caused Yasuo’s legs to freeze and the boy shivered. Looking down on the river a though came to mind. The river goes into the village, but I’ll die if I go over the waterfall. He looked from the compound, eerily silent even at this time of night and back down to the river. Steeling himself for what he was about to do, Yasuo slid into the river. I can’t make a sound…he’ll find me…if he finds me…I’m dead. Silently he slipped with the river’s current, heading further into the village. His body began to tingle and go numb as the freezing water soaked into his skin and clothes. The roar of the falls getting louder and louder, he knew he couldn’t go back. Sliding to a stop on a rock at the edge of the drop he looked down. For honor…for the village… With that thought the boy leapt, trying to clear the rocks at the base of the waterfall.

When he awoke it was to the cold nose of a dog in his face. “I’m surprised you survived the falls kid. It was a ballsy thing to do, must have had a good reason to do it.” Yasuo looked up at the young woman whom was offering him her hand. Accepting her help he got back to his feet. “An Uchiha kid eh? I’m Suki Inuzuka. Come on. Let’s get you to my house, you are all blue.” Giving a shivering nod the boy accepted Suki and her companion Kuraku’s help in limping to their home. The next day the massacre at the Uchiha compound was reported and Suki’s family tried to comfort Yasuo. The boy felt empty, not sad nor happy. The next day he was brought before the Hokage. The elderly man looked at the boy with sympathy. “You are lucky to be alive.” Yasuo looked up at him, his eyes had changed. “I see the stressful events of the last few days have awakened your Kekki Genkai.” The old man sighed and turned to look out the window. “The Inuzuka clan have offered to take care of you. Are you willing to stay with them?” Yasuo looked around, feeling eyes watching his every move. “Yes, I’ll stay with them. Until I am strong enough I am able to support myself and protect this village…that is all I have ever wanted to do.” The Hokage turned and Yasuo could swear he saw regret on the man’s face. “What happened was more than just a tragedy…I will make sure you are comfortable here in the village for the rest of your days. You will want for nothing. Now…go on the Inuzuka are waiting for you.” The Hokage patted him gently on the shoulder and leading him to the door. “Don’t be afraid to visit.”

Over the years he grew to love Suki’s family like it were his own, she became a sister to him and they went everywhere together. Yet despite all this happiness he never forgot. He remembered the dark day when Itachi slew his father. Even with all this time to think it over, still he found he could not feel anything about it. They were dead. But did they deserve it?

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Name:Yasuo Uchiha
Age: 17
Element: Lightning
Specialization: Genjutsu

Personality: Distant, rational. He is calm and calculating, he often watches his opponent fight before taking measures he sees fit to defeat them. Will fight to defend his home and any who hail from Konoha.

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Ok, sure, worth a shot




'The black darkness was filled with the crying of those of Kiri, the massacre of Kiri, and the Kaguya clan, blood covered the ground, the crying of children and adults wreched havoc on the young Kaguya's ears, he watched in horror, as he saw his father die infront of him, and then looked slowly at the dagger of bone in hsi hand, and the pool of blood infront fohim with a dead boy, even younger then him, white-eyes, and pale-skined... He had killed for the first time...'

-----------------------------10 Years Earlier---------------------------------

'The crying of a young baby is heard, as the pair of eyes watched the newborn baby come form teh mother that dies with her last breath, dieing in child birth...'

'He has the marks of a true Kaguya.. the voice came form the pair of eyes.'

'The crying babies white hair and red dots on its forhead showed the future, of this young baby.'

'His name shal be Shenayo.... Shenayo Kaguya... and he shal be the next weapon of this clan...'

--------------------------------- 4 Years Later -------------------------------

'The young little boy watched the cells wall as he played with the small dagger fo bone, head tilted as he heard the screams of the other's in other cells, their voices begging'

'I wonder why they are so sad... he wonderedto himself, it so nice here... no battle... no killing...'

'He looked out the cells window, staring at the moon and star's, though, it would be nice to feel the wind.. he thought to himself'

'A man walked down the hallway, and stood infront fo teh cells door, lookign in, you have been called... your time for trainign has come...'

'Shenayo stands, blinking, and slowly the bone dagger melts back into his skin. I've been... called..? he asked, confused'

'Hai, yo little twirp... he opened the door to grab him roughly and drag him out, to the dark night, the moons light shining down on the small boy.'

'They walked to a small clearing, were a man was standing there, in white robes and with hsi long white hair haning about hsi waist, the red dots on hsi forehead ovious.'

'You are to begin training... a bone arm slowly formed form hsi arm and he calmly steped forward, defend your self, or die..'

'The other man had disapeared, so Shenayo slowly formed a dagger of bone in each hand, and defended himself.'

'The man was'nt even out of breath, but the young boy has defended well, he was only four, and yet eh had blocked almsot half the attacks and parried them, anddoged them...'

'Very well... you will be further trained.. and you will practice... andfor the honorof the clan when you are old enough you will fight...'

'He was sent back to hsi cell, and so this continued,for many, many years...'

--------------------------Another 4 Years Later----------------------------

'The Robed Eight year old watched emotionlessly, as the four normal shinobi of the clan, weildingkunai charged him.'

'Ribs shot outward, blocking attacks, a shor bone sword parryied attakcs away, his face always calm, as the kunai were knocked away.'

'In minutes, all four were kncoked out, layign on the ground, teh young white-robed boy looked at the sky emotionlessly, some dots of red blood on hsi robe form the force of his blows.'

'A now slimer, older-lookign Kaguya walked forward, supported on a bone staff.'

'You have grown... and soon, your skills will be put to use... go to your cell now, and continue practicing in solitud,e nothign more cna i teach you...'

'When the time comes, you will be called apon... now, go..'

'The young boy walked slowly back to his familiar cell, and he calmly drank the milk and calcium enriched food, when finished, beinging training again...'

------------------------------One Week Later-------------------------------

'The boy followed this over and over, the same things, eat, drink, train, nothing but this kept hsi mind, uncaringly doign what is needed.'

'The young boy watched as a manfilled the doorframe, De-Ja-Vu hiting for amoment and he watedas the man said, You will be used... int eh war.. against Kiri... '

'The boys face was emotionless and he inclined hsi ehad, all he knew was that he was a tool, and he felt nothing for being used as such.'

'Continue training.. you will be called when needed... and so time passed, and as it did, the boys skills grew, and grew, he was considered one fo the geniuses in fighting of the Kaguya clan...'

------------------------ 2 Years Later (Present) ----------------------------

'The now Ten Year old looked out teh window, and the door slid open, the man lookign into the cell'

'It is time... to prove your use.. tot he Kaguya clan runt... come... now...'

'He stood, and calmly followed him, as he followed, he noticed how so many were beinging to mobilize, so many of the clan rushing out of the clan's home, all converging tword Kiri...'

'So.. it has begun..? he murmured questioningly'

'What'd you think runt.. it oviously has... he led him to the small group of his fellow elite Kaguya, all white haired with red dots ont ehir forehead,all of diffrent ages, however he was the youngest.'

'So, this is the last one? one of them said harshly'

'Hai... your mission is to kill the Mizukage, and the most eliteof the ANBU.'

'Kimimaru, the other youngest int eh group, glanced at him a moment, but then jsut looked away tword Kiri, they shot off, and soon came apon kiri, the battle already taking place.'

'Boddies of both sides littered the ground, the small elite force continued on, killing all who came agianst them, fighting off the ANBU, slowly heading to the main builind.'

'Then it happened, they noticed, they were alone.. and they split up, to continue teh mission, and meet later elsewhere.'

'But it didnt work that way, Soon, it was Just Kimimarru, and Shenayo, and they were separate, while what happened to Kimimaru was going on...'

'The Shinobi academy student had lept, and by pure instink, the bone swords had flashed, slicing him strait across the chest, instantly killignt eh boy.'

'The mother cried in anguish as the boy died, and she calapsed crying, suddenly, Shenayo, was no longer a mindless weapon, the realisation ahd hit him, he had killed.'

--------------------------- Where We Were --------------------------------

'He staredin horor at all the blood and pain, now with opened eyes, and he ran, he ran and ran.'

'Fear beat through hsi heart, as he ran form Kiri, the painofhis own deeds hurting more then anythign else.'

'He ran into nothign but bodies, bodies, more bodies, everyone dead, he ran harder, the bone swords fading into his hands as he ran, tears streaming down his face.'

'Imust ge tout of here, the pain, the suffering, its to much!! he thought madly'

'He stumbled, and fell, and the wounded Mist Jounin looked at him, and blinked, then he saw the expression, not happy and rage crazed, but theface fo a scared, terrified, little boy.'

'He took him in his arms, and he flikered off...'

-------------------------------Several Days Later----------------------------

'Shenayo awoke to teh voices of shouting...'


"NO! he is a boy! he has no clue what he has done! give him a chance, i beg you Mizukage-samma!, thevoice cried pleadingly''

" Very well... but YOU will be held responsable Kakaru Haniju, all hsi actions, good or bad, are your doign form now on!''

"Arigato.. Mizukage-samma..."

'And then his midn went black'

------------------------------Two Years Later-------------------------------

'Father!!! Father, i Graduated!! I'm now a Genin of Kiri!!! Shenayo Yelled Happily as he ran to hsi home to a suprised, but pleased looking man.'

'Congratulations Shenayo, my son!! he smiled and ruffled hsi pearly white hair, allt eh while thinking how unsuprising it was.'

'But yo msut remember, you will ALWAYS be of Kiri my son... form now on, your life is for the villag,e do you understand?'

'Yes father, i will give my life for my village, even though everyone thinks i am bad.. i'll prove them wrong!'

And so it began.......

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Name: Shenayo Kaguya (Shenayo means Bloodied Bone)

Specilizes: Taijutsu

Age: 12

Personility: Proud, Happy, Determined to Prove he is Good.

Goals: Show he is Not Evil, and Caresfor his Village

Village: Kiri

Rank: Genin

Element: Earth

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i know its not as long as the others but thats because i didn't include the whole clan history its just the story about how my possible Uchiha survived.
Uchiha Story
Alright i call this short story "Forbidden Love"

Uchiha Sakuma

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A few days after the Uchiha massacre Daisuke a local hunter came across a hut in the forest, he could hear a baby crying inside. He slowly pushed the door open to find two corpses, Uchiha Akemi and Uchiha Fumika. Akemi was found over a desk with his neck slit and a knife in his hand, Fumika was on the floor the lower half of her dress dripping with blood. In the middle of the room was a basket with a silent but living baby resting inside.

Once Daisuke had returned to Konoha with the baby he informed the Hokage, she sent a squad to investigate the hut and the corpses. The desk that Akemi was found on was covered in journal entries.

Journal Entry 253
*blood has sprayed all over this page* I cant bring myself to do it.. This child is the last remaining symbol of mine and Fukima's love.. but it remains that i can't bear to see him anymore, but now that shes dead i have no reason to live, goodbye.

Journal Entry 252
Shes Dead, The baby wont stop crying. As much as i love him i cant allow him to live, looking into his eyes reminds me too much of her i will return to Konoha and leave them behind me.

Journal Entry 246
The Baby has been born! i have named him Sakuma. Fukima seems quiet now. She was screaming and screaming just like the day we met it brought back memories of growing up together. Fukima is in a bad way though.

Journal Entry 102
We leave tonight under the cover of darkness. it will be sad to leave our parents and siblings behind but its the only way to cover up the shame of our actions, i hope everything goes to plan ive brought a small hut deep in the forest for us to live in.

Journal Entry 92
Fukima is with Child.. at first we thought she was just ill but now its starting to show. We have decided to run away together to save our parents the shame of our sin.

Journal Entry 75
Last night we consummated our love, it was everything i imagined and more. We think we have gotten away with it so far but we don't know how long that will last. something tells me our parents might suspect something.

Journal Entry 36
Living together these past fifteen years has been amazing Ive always made sure i was the only man for her and she has grown to be a beautiful woman in my eyes. this morning she finally gave into my advances and we kissed passionately for the first time.

Journal Entry 20
Despite my several advances Fukima seems somewhat resilient to the idea of me and her as a couple. i hope that if I'm persistent she will give in though.

Journal Entry 1
I remember the first time i saw her. She was crying, kicking and screaming in fact.. but that didn't matter to me. I knew from the first moment i laid eyes upon her that i loved her. My father passed her to me and she gazed into my eyes and stopped crying, i knew at that moment i would love no other.. none other then my baby sister..Fukima

The Baby was brought to Konoha and raised under the watchful eye of the Hokage untill he was old enough to join the academy

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Name: Uchiha Sakuma

Age: 15

Element: Fire

Specialization: Ninjutsu

Personality type: (i know this is a stereotype but meh it makes good role play) Due to being inbred has problems with mental stability, he remains calm and quiet but at a moments notice can flip into an uncontrollable psycho

Long Term Goals: Find out who his parents were. (the Hokage thought it best to keep it under raps) Bring Honor back to the name Uchiha and find love.

Short Term Goals: Maintain a calm mind while still training.

Nindo: Power alone can never bring happiness, Never lose sight of whats important in your life.

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Excerpt from jard's journal:
I occaisonally go and walk around the towns that have been razed or destroyed, it helps with coping with the death their, and occaisonally, I bury bodies for any surviving members of the town. Sometimes you can smell the death and smoke in the air, even long after it's gone, just walking and suddenly blink away a burning building, past merging with present for a brief second, then pushed away by some metaphysical force. More likely then not, this is more proof I'm insane and the only who knows it is me. I find that oh so funny.
As it was, I walked across a village so totally destroyed, that most of the buildings didn't have shells left, a pile of rubble signifying their previous existance. As I walked into around the leveled town, my twisted mind projected more and more images of the town when last I'd been in it, fire and bodies, rubble freshly strewn, ash and death permeating the air. Eventually, it became a hellscape that only existed for me, and then, it was gone. A rock plinking from a not-quite-destroyed brick building. This town I can only assume was combed by search and rescue teams, and survivors moved to a temporary home. However, upon my investigation of the source of the strange plinking, I found a boy. a young boy, maybe not even old enough for the academy. After writing a brief note, I immediately took him to my parents, and asked them if it was alright if I entrusted him into their care. They agreed after hearing the dire circumstances with which he had been found, minus the hallucinations. He had some strange markings, possibly scars from being injured by the falling building. *appended to the journal is a photograph of small Kaguya Tokimune, captioned 'the kid'*

---Kid's story before being found by Jard---

Not every Kaguya was there at the time they decided to suicide assault Kirigakure. In fact, one small family of Kaguyas were off causing havoc near rice. After killing a good ammount of any who'd even think to challenge them, like any good Kaguya would. THen invited to a dinner on the premisis that the conquerers might cease their they were poisoned, their baby stolen and raised by someone whom could not stand to see a child die, even if it was spawn of such evil people as the now dead parents were. In a few years, a unspeakable disaster would destroy the village, an event that would emotional scar the child.

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Tokimune never truly recovered from the death of his parents, and always clung to Jard's parents. He was afraid that if for a second, if he left them out of his sight, he'd never see them again, victims of the horrible horrible things that go bump in his nightmares. Occaisonally, he has nightmares of blurry parents he only remembers by feelings, being killed by Monsterous towering creatures. when he had the chance, he signed up to be a ninja, trying to become the best he could be to be able to hunt and slay the strange unidentifiable creatures that haunt his dreams and took his parents.

Bio:
Name: Millomein(kaguya) Tokimune

age: 13

Rank: academy student

Personality: Tokimune is aggresive, he never ceases to hound after people, possessions, or goals her has or wants. Inside of combat, he often disregards his own wellbeing to kill his opponent or protect people whom he has designated as under his protection(Like the millomeins cept jard). Tokimune doesn't think twice before using his bloodline to beat an opponent, even if it's not necessary or a serious encounter. Outside of combat, Tokimune is over-protective, and still aggresive, rather then passive. He also has a slight impatient streak.

ELement: will roll for it.

Long term goals: Avenge his parents, Be able to protect his new family, research family history

Short term goals: Pass the academy, improve his skill with his kekkei genkai

Nindo: Never give up, never give in, and Kill em before they kill you.

Battle theme: Meta knight's revenge

[xania]

Two weeks before the Uchiha Massacre:

The empty moon shines across a barren field of dreams. In the distance, wolves howl their foul dirge across the plains, mourning the passing of their kin. A smoldering campfire casts a feeble light across a sleeping circle of caravans, offering little solace to the few souls gathered around the coals. The eerie human silence cracks as a stout man, reeking of alcohol, brings a platter of cheap rice wine to the restless traders around the glowing embers.

"'Ey, which of ya's in the mood for some sake by de moonlight?" The fat man grins a toothless smile, chuckling at his poetic verse, but the three figures on the ground remain silent as ghosts. Then, slowly, a single hand rises.

"I'd like two cups please." A quivering female voice breaches the gloom of the night, scared and unsure.

The fat man lowers his tin platter and frowns. "Ni-Ni, ya can' be no more than 15. I'm no stickla for de' law, but I won' give ye none, my 'pologies miss."

Closing her swollen eyes in annoyance, Ni-Ni jumps to her feet, stirring up the dust beneath her, and the men around her. "D-Da-Damn-it Mushi"! She struggles with the word, trying to retain her purity as she utters it. It doesn't matter... my innocence is already gone. "Just give me the damn sake, I need it... to forget."

A third man, handsome as the stars, stirs from his meditations in the shadows, contributing the voice of calm reason that only a shinobi could bring to the conflict. "Ni-Ni, Are you certain? Correct me if I go too far, but you have another to consider here."

Ni-Ni's eyes flash red for an instant, then fade in despair. He knows... why can't they leave well enough alone? In an ice cold voice: "I'm not pregnant, Hitoku!" as she retreats to her blatant lie of the past 8 months …But even I don't believe that anymore, why should he? …Eight months ago, who was it?! I would return the favor... but I'd tie the ropes tighter, drug them till they couldn’t see straight, and let them wallow in their confusion for hours before ensuring that they could never rape another soul again... and I'd let them live just so they could suffer a life without their precious manhood.

An air of wary thought descends upon the tired camp. The tension of battling wills fills the night, and other traders begin to stir in their rough straw beds. Holding Ni-Ni's gaze, Mushi's eyes plead her not to ask again, but all in vain. He battles against the steeled eyes of a shinobi, the irrational eyes of a child, and the wild eyes of an... Uchiha?!

Taking advantage of Mushi's shock, Ni-Ni swipes two bowls of sake from his platter, and downs the first in a single gulp. It doesn't matter if they know about my heritage... If they try to take me back to the village, I'll just run away again. It takes all of Ni-Ni's effort not to gag on the bite of the cheap wine, and she tries to hide it from the others by downing the second bowl just as quickly. With false bravado, she flashes them a satisfied smile. What would mother and father thi- No! They don't matter anymore... I left them behind; they could never understand... or care.

She'll regret that in the morning, and so will her child, by the look of it... she may have already had false contractions. Hitoku shakes his head in disappointment, and rolls back into the ground, lulling himself to sleep with the flickering shadows of the dying fire. That one's a sheep, and there's the symbol of the leaf... such a relaxing sight. That shadow almost looks like a perso- Hitoku bolts upright, "It's not flickering, Alar-!"

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10 minutes ago…
8 years of age, a small boy sits in the shadow of a tree outside of the camp, hidden by the tall grass. In a small voice, he whispers, "Grandfather, when will we attack"?

Swinging down from his perch in the tree's highest branch, a blue-skinned shinobi with aged eyes hangs upside-down, ruffling the azure hair of his favored grandson. "In due time. Patience is a virtue." And from the looks of it, our job is about to get much easier, if that Uchiha girl fills her blood with alcohol. "An uchiha... traveling with a starving band of merchants... I'd enjoy hearing that tale."

The boy faithfully ignores his grandfather as he talks to himself. He gets angry when he does that... if he doesn't notice, he won't punish me. Once his grandfather falls silent, the boy turns his sapphire gaze into the shinobi's icy blue eyes. "Will I get to fight, grandfather?"

"Of course not, you learn quickly, but you are still a boy; you're not prepared to die today. Go amuse yourself in the creek, look for some more pets." The elderly jounin leaps back up to his post, watching for his plotted signal.

I already have so many pets... maybe I'll find some more jawed ones though, they're always funny to look at. The boy hurries off to the babbling brook, far from the scene of battle.

They're taking too much time to prepare... patience is a virtue, but so is discipline... they'll have to face repercussions after our genin are through testing their new ninjutsu. In the still of the night, one of the traders leaps to his feet, pointing directly to the jounin's perch. "By the bl- How did he spot me?! . . . our reconnaissance must have missed him, a shinobi." The jounin makes a simple hand sign: Water Style: Water Missile! As the projectile travels through the air, he wraps it in shadows to conceal it from view. The jounin smiles in satisfaction as the water smothers the dying campfire, throwing the entire caravan into hysterics as the only light source dies. Screw the signal. "Genin, Attack!"

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"-Alarm! Awake, we're being ambushed!" Hitoku leaps desperately for his summoning scroll, but drops onto the cold and harsh earth, as a squad of genin painfully steal the life from his sluggish body. With the last of his chakra, he fires a flare of flame into the air, in the hopes that someone, anyone, could save the troop...

A scene of horror unfolds before his eyes, eerily devoid of shadows as the flare rises. The world moves in slow motion as flashes of ghostly blue tails burrow into the men that he had so valiantly sworn to guard. Mushi collapses beside him, his tray of sake clattering into the charred ashes of the campfire. He's dead, but there are no wounds... Gods above, what aberration of jutsu is this? As his vision darkens, he catches his last forlorn glimpse of the world: Blue skinned shinobi slap each other on the back, trodding heedlessly over the corpses of his friends. The stark moonlight shines into his eyes, blinding him as the howls of ravenous wolves deafen his ears. In the prison of his mind, he slowly fades. There's no blood... no blood... no... Ni-Ni.
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Run... run... run... In blind fright, Ni-Ni sprints as fast as her bloated physique can carry her. The trees about her snatch at her clothing, tearing away her skin. Behind me.. must-run-faster! She darts over treacherous terrain, heedless of her surroundings. Even in her terror, the warm buzz of sake wards away the sub-zero chill of the night. The luminous moon lights her path, and the stars seem to guide her away from danger. Soothed by the wine, her mind drifts dreamily. I’m safe... it doesn't matter that my legs can't run anymore, or that they stumble and fail, I’m safe... as my body tumbles into the brook, as my head falls into the rocks of the stream. I’m safe... though the water drowns my bleeding lips, and blood clouds my vision. I’m safe... as my mind slows to a halt. I’m safe... but I'm... so... cold.
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The boy picks up a toothless leech from the shallow waters of the brook. No jaw, boooring. I guess jawed leeches need more water. Maybe there's some downstr- The leech flops out of his hand and back into the water, driven by the pungent scent of blood. From upstream, a small river of blood disperses through the chilled waters of the brook. What died this time? Too much blood for a beaver, too cold for a bear... The boy shrugs. "Follow the leechy." The leech struggles against the current, inhaling as much blood as it can through both ends of its body. Its five eyes close as, saturated with sustenance, it floats back downstream. The boy continues walking upstream to the source of blood.

At the mouth of the brook lies a pale skinned girl. She's still slightly warm, but the boy checks: She has no pulse. Her body is already starting to stiffen as rigor mortis takes hold. I wonder what her face looks like... boy is she fat. As he turns her head, he hears a sudden cry.

The jounin shouts from a distance: "Chishio, we're finished. You can come back now."

Casting one last glance at the corpse in front of him, Chishio returns along the river of priceless blood.
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It's fortunate that he was but a boy... had he realized she was pregnant, I would have slain him on the spot. An aging man releases his command over the shadows that had shrouded him from sight, and forges a hand seal. A sphere of pure white light appears above the girl's bleeding forehead, and the old man stands motionless in the night air, as if admiring a masterpiece. "With the exception of the boy, all according to plan... assuming that my daughter is still alive." The old man reaches towards the girl, forming a chakra scalpel in his left hand. Using the scalpel, he viciously slices up Ni-Ni's innards, severing her physical connection to the child. With a wrinkled smile, he uses a Kunai to surgically remove the baby from the dead mother's womb, holding her up to the conjured light.

"My, my. You are indeed a beautiful child, Tsuriai. Come, let’s go home." The bizarre old man carries the child fondly upon his back, without concern for the various birthing fluids staining his tunic. He pours a steady flow of chakra into the child, healing and keeping it safe until, through the forest and the darkness, they reach a cave. The old man stands at the mouth of the cave, staring up at the moon. It's rather pretty... but no longer necessary. With a closing gesture of his free hand, he speaks: "Release.", and concludes his genjutsu: the full moon that had blanketed the night in light. The moon recedes into a crescent shape, fading along with the stars. To think: they never noticed that a full moon proceeded last night's sliver. Chuckling to himself, the old man spins about his heel and retreats into his cave, carrying Tsuriai on over his shoulder.


Severing the healing flow of chakra, the old man becomes somber. He speaks to his new daughter, as if he were confessing his sins. "It's a shame that I had to resort to rape to beget you, but time didn't allow for seduction, which, by the way, is nearly as dishonest... If only your mother hadn't been such an innocent girl..." The old man emerges into a brightly lit room, filled with animal furs, variously figured devices, and a pacing winter wolf. With a contented sigh, the old man announces: "Narashi's home, and he carries his daughter Tsuriai." At this the wolf bounds over, darting lithely through the diverse devices littering the floor. Many of them involve water, though the only universal trait is that they require no maintenance to run. The wolf, small for its breed, stops beside Narashi, sniffing in suspicion at the pungent child. The old man shakes his head. Trust her, she's your charge now, and your sole responsibility. The wolf slides away as Narashi sets Tsuriai into an elegant crib, hand carved of oak, and flips through a series of complex hand-signs.

"In your brief past, you've brought nothing but grief and terror to your mother; nothing but pain to your flesh and blood. In the expanse of your future, you'll carry aid to the needy, and strike against their enemies. Fight the strong, support the weak, Maintain the balance. Should your allies become the strongest, cut them down without mercy, and side with the enemy instead. But for now, rest easy, my daughter." Narashi seals the final hand sign, and Tsuriai falls into a deep, deep, sleep.

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15 years later, word reaches each shinobi village of an abandoned wild-girl, possessing the sharingan, yet unclaimed by any township.

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Name: Tsuriai Uchiha (Sue_ree_eye)

Age: 15 and a day.

Element: None (Following her father, her chuunin element would be darkness, and her Jounin element light. This will likely never occur due to the rarity of the elements)

Specialization: Medical-Ninjutsu/Genjutsu

Personality: In keeping with her childhood teachings, she always aids an underdog. Her temper is non-existent; she manifests inexhaustible patience. As an ally she never falters. She coldly disposes of any reigning power (if she can), and turns on anyone who attempts to take the empty throne. However, without knowledge of friend or foe, she simply walks away from the fight.

Long term goals:
1. To find her father (his disappearance is what forced her out of seclusion)
2. To overthrow both order and chaos.

Short term goals:
1. To escape the multitude of villages scrambling after her.
2. To learn the politics of the world, discerning friend from foe.

Life Summary: Tsuriai spent the last 15 years of her life in a training of sorts. Narashi used all this time to teach her his philosophy, if you will, and how to enforce it. One day, He vanished, leaving only his ageless wolf as her companion. What she doesn't know is 'why' he left. He left as a test: How could she apply the lessons learnt in such a complex world? Also, He was incapable of teaching her of the Sharingan; She must unlock its secrets alone. The old man told her of the clan massacre, that she survived, and eventually why and how. Still, It doesn't seem real to her.

Nindo: Fight the strong; support the weak; maintain the balance.

[xeneize]

Name: Yugan Akita ( Uchiha )
Age: 12
Eye color: black coal
Hair color: Raven black
Skin color: Fair
Height: 5’2 inches (Around 1,64 m)
Rank: Academy Student

Goals: None for now, that are ninja-related.
Nindo:None at the moment, he is at the academy because of his parents. To be decided when roleplay calls for it

Element: Fire (Unknown to him)
Sharingan stage: None, it is inactive for later awakening when roleplay calls for it.


//Disclaimer: This is the short version of the story. It is focused necessarily in the events on how the character survives the massacre. The extended version can be requested by the judges of this contest upon any time. The extended version is much more fruitful in details though, but for reasons of keeping to the original request, the story is cut. Various scenes of the current text have also been taken away, details were removed from the short version so the main focus is clear. In fact, the short version is a general idea of what happens.


The following is a detailed quick-guide to better understand the biography and what few keywords will be used throughout the story.


There are mostly two key words that divide this biography in two critical parts; the first part will take place before the Uchiha clan’s massacre (BUCM) and the other part will take place after the Uchiha clan’s massacre(AUCM)

To better the understanding and visual health of the readers, the biography is separated throughout many sub-titles and chapters that will rend the text cool and pleasant to follow.

It is also to note that the story has two modes. The narrator, who narrates the story in the present time, and the personages; who also participate actively to the story.

‘ ~ ‘ Will be the indicator when things change from narrator to personage mode, and vice-versa.

There is also a certain level of ‘language’ used in the biography. Moderate, but far from out of place. Words like ‘shit’, ‘crap’, ‘ass’ or some other things of the same level of language are the most common.

With this said, enjoy your read.

A heir of sacrifice

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Greed; a desperate father and a long waited opportunity.
– Around 2 days BUCM

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“Well doctor, why did you call me?”
“Is your wife with you?”
“No, she is at home, working on our new babie’s room” The man smiled widely.
“hmmm, all for the better” The doctor said carefully. He motioned to the seat. “Sit, Mister Akita”
“Very well, doctor Adachi” He walked to sit down and crossed his legs one over the other in a man like manner. “Then, why have you summoned me?”
“It is not easy to say, Mister Akita” He took off his glasses. “Listen, I will need your wife to join us, I’ve changed my mind.”
“What is the matter?”
“It is important, Mister Akita. It regards the child she bears.”
He frowned slightly as he nodded. “This way, then, might we go to my house?”
“It would be better if she came here, but due to her condition. It is clear she should move as little as possible” He nodded. “I will come”
“My thanks, Doctor.”

~

Later that very same morning, Rubbi and Miure return from the academy. The young girl seemed in much of a better mood than she normally is.

~

“YAYYYYYYYYYYYY!” She yells out as she twirls past the door of her house. The pregnant Arima peeking over her shoulder as she washed the dishes and chuckled. “Ohhhhh! Looks like you’re more hyper than normally, come tell mom what happened?”
“How noisy…” Miure murmured as he held his arms crossed behind his head.
“Shut it you!” Rubbi points a finger at him and then raises a hand victoriously, her eyes gleaming dreamingly. “I got a note from Itachi-kun inviting me to a date, I can’t wait until tomorrow!” She smiled faintly then she scratched her head looking over at her mom and pushed away Miure as she stormed towards her and rolled up her sleeves to help her wash the dishes.
“…why does she always have to hit me” Miure sighs as he rubs his head, Miyoke just entering the house and going to pull him from the ground, dusting off his clothes. “Hey boyo, what were you doing down there?” He chuckles.
“…Dad. You came back early from work today” He murmurs as he looks up at him then indicates Rubbi in the kitchen and whispers. “It looks like Itachi finally is going to date her. She is now feeling all high…”
“oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhehehehe” he whispered, nodding his head as he smirked.
“Mom, I recalled that you are giving birth to little Yugan tomorrow afternoon. You know how important to me this date is, Hai?” She looked at her with hope.
“Hai Hai… I know” She pats her head as she goes to sit down on a chair near a table in the kitchen, her speed much reduced from the weight she carried. “Don’t worry dear, we are returning not too long after that is done, you will be able to meet your new brother by then. Go and enjoy your date.” She smiled.
“That is true, Rubbi. We know you want this from a long time. Miure will also stay, to take care of the house like a big boy while we are away. It is only going to take some hours.” He looks over at Miure. “right you?”
“Of course dad… I’ll do what I’m best at. Read and read until you’re back. And some homework I got, of course… hai hai” He nods.
“Good boy, we are not going to be too long. We are departing in a couple hours”

~

A few hours later... Mister Akita and Doctor Adachi are at Akita’s house and sitting on a luxurious living room as they share tea. Akita’s wife, whom is pregnant, also sits by her husband. Both looking slightly curious yet worried.

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“I will be clear, Mrs and Mister Akita” He placed the cup of tea in the mini table that displayed in the center of the living room; He took off his bag and rummaged through it, producing a file. “This is not easy…” He adjusts his glasses as he reads over the file for a moment, nodding to himself before looking at the two of them. “During our studies in these last months, we have located a problem in the child that is soon to be born.”
The two froze and went silent for a few minutes as they then tightened the grip of their hands that were joint together. “Continue, Doctor…”
“In other words, he is victim of a terminal disease, which slowly consumes the cerebral cells. He will live, but he will slowly lose his senses, have a hard time at memorizing, eventually losing his complete memory and at the end, die. We do not know how long he is going to live, everything we know is that this is a serious deteriorative disease we do not find often, not in children at least”
“… is there something that can be done?”
“I am sorry, but there is nothing that can be done about his disease. It is already advancing, slowly, but it already started.”
“What might have been the cause to this cerebral damage?
“We presume that it is due to your wife here having experienced some physical damage” He looks to Mrs Akita
She kept silent, a look of guilt forming in her eyes. Mister Akita, looked at the doctor in his turn, a sad yet desperate gaze in his eyes.
“Do something; I will pay you, anything…We only wanted a sane child, it’s all we ask.”
The doctor looked at the two and hesitated for a moment. He was a man like anyone, a flawed and greedy being. He knew that the Akita would pay a high sum for whatever he could do, and he finally succumbed.
Pulling out another file, he looked it over. “There is something that can be done…”
He read over the file to be sure. “There is another child that is to be born not a long time later than yours. In fact, the two women would be hospitalized almost at the same time. This child is the son of an Uchiha and is to be named Yugan, a healthy child from the looks of his sheet.”
“Just do what you must, and I will be paying you, whatever you want, but give us a child that is healthy” He said as his tone quivered, his eyes filled with anger from the idea of bringing an ill boy to their family. Shame took over him, but he had no time to think of it. He only thought of his wife, whom always wanted a child.
“Very well, I will arrange what is needed, but you must be going to the hospital now. The parents of the child are most likely already there”

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An exchange of destiny.
–The morning of the Uchiha Clan Massacre

The cry of a baby occupies the room as Arima gives birth to a new child. Miyoke stands outside of the room waiting patiently alongside another man.

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“You are also waiting for your new child?” The man asks curiously as he leans down the column, his face soaked in sweat. It was clear he had been there for hours.
“Hai, she is having it right now. I can’t wait.” He smiled then looked down at him. “I take it you are here in a similar situation?”
“Hai, I am… but my wife is having a few issues, soon to be taken care of”
“Sorry to hear that, am sure everything is going to be fine”
“Hopefuly. I am Okabe Akita”
He looked over and smiled slightly “I know who you are, your family is quite known. I am Miyoke Uchiha”
Okabe’s eyes widened slightly as he heard the clan name. It was indeed this man who would receive his own child in exchange of his.
“Pleasure to meet you. It looks like they are almost done there”


“You have the child?”
“Yes doctor, here he is, the new born from the Uchiha lady” He showed him the baby as he took it in his hands and nodded for her to pick the one another nurse held in her arms.
He then walked to Sisata. “Congratulations, madam Sisata, your new born is here, all healthy” He gave it to her to hold.
“Thanks, Doctor Adachi.” She looked over the new child with a smile, though her eyes filled with tears; both of sadness and of joy.


“Where is my child?” She looked about as she breathed heavily and eyed the nurse by her side as she applied medical jutsu to her body.
“He is going to be here soon, he was taken by the doctor to examine it, and actually…” She smiles at the doctor. “Doctor Adachi is here”
“Congratulations, Mrs Uchiha. You have a very healthy son.” He said as he handed her child.
“He is so beautiful…” She smiled over her new baby as it sat in her arms. “As soon as he opens his eyes, he will be a total beauty. Just like Rubbi and Miure” She smiled as Miyoke entered the room to greet the new born. So did Okabe soon walk across the sector to his wife’s.
“Congratulations to your wife, Mister Akita” Miyoke said as he walked by.
“Same to yours, Mister Uchiha” He said as he then walked off to see her wife.

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A few hours later that morning, Rubbi meets Itachi by the lake. Whom seems to be ready for everything but a date.

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“Itachi san! You finally appear! She smiled as she turns towards him, only to lose the smile as she tilts her head curiously. “Umm, why are you wearing that thing? You look like you are going out on a mission.”
“Rubbi-san, it is nice to see you.” He didn’t even blink an eye as he looked at her. “You are not with your parents, nor are they at your house. I wonder where they are?
“umm… they were off to the hospital this morning, my little brother is born just today! We could go and meet them if you want? They are going to be home by sunset for sure!” She shows him a basket full of fruit and sweet dumplings. “I brought these for you!”
“Thank you Rubbi. Now it’s time for me to do my work” He reached for the ninja-to in his back and unsheathed the blade, directing it to her back.
“ARGHHH!”

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Itachi starts a butchery of the Uchiha clan that very day. He takes no time before assassinating Rubbi between other members of the clan. He also murders Miure at Miyoke’s house.

Silent Killer; The carnage.
–The night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre

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“hmmm I wonder whose eyes he will have. Most likely black coal like mine since it’s a boy.” He chuckles faintly as he carries the baby folded in cloth through the streets of Konoha.
“He is cute like his siblings, so that is what counts” She smiled as she walked alongside Miyoke.
“Mhhhm…”
Arima suddenly stopped on her tracks. Miyoke then looked back at her. “What is it?”
“Something is wrong, Miyoke, we should be already at home” She looked around then she blinked her eyes as the three tomoe seal formed within her pupils. “Sharingan!”
She frowned as she looked around slightly. “It’s a genjutsu!, quick, snap out of it!” She ran towards Miyoke and sent some chakra into his system as he shook his head out of it, then enabled his Sharingan as well.
“…this isn’t good, Arima… we need to hurry home!”
“That is the idea, run, carry Yugan!”

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The two run towards their home and notice the door open, also various bodies on the streets, everywhere. Most of the district was silent. A figure stood in front of them, wearing a black ops armor

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“Miyoke san, Arima san. Please let me do my work and bow your heads down for me to remove them. You will have a quick and painless death” The figure spoke out to them.
“Who are you?” She said not sure.
“It’s Itachi… Fugaku’s heir.”
“I do not need to talk to you, now then decide either way you are dying here”

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Miyoke’s family loses their life by the hands of Itachi that very night. His entire family; safe one. Yugan, the small boy who’s death wasn’t meant to be, laid now on the hands of the Akita family. A family of intermediate to high status.
The child that dies by the hands of Itachi is no one more than the ill boy that Sisata Akita, the wife of Okabe’s, beared.
They ignore what happens that night at the Uchiha district as they find themselves back at their home, sitting in the living room as both of them look down to their new baby, who they do call Yugan. It is the least thing they do in memorial of the original parents.

A few weeks later, the Akita learn of the slaughter in the Uchiha district and feel so much sorrow that go to the meeting of the third hokage and beg for pardon. This last recognizes their courage of admitting to robbery and also recognize them as heroes for having, in the end, saved the life of a child. They are asked to keep the child and baptise it into their clan name and keeping his true story secret as well as participating to the founding of new measures of security all around Konoha.

New beginnings.
– 6 years and forth AUCM

By the time as years pass, the young Yugan learns of many arts in the Akita family. They mostly give him all he needs for a boy of his age to be more than comfortable. He learns of carpentry, being one of the primary excellences of the family. They are a largely skilled family of construction. Known for their architects and mannerism, they are viewed quite well by the people of Konoha. They never lack work since the village is always constructing or upgrading existing buildings.

Yugan shows skill at manual work, having quite a dexterous hand. He proves this by making his own detailed wood work. He early starts to do chairs, shelves, tables and all other kind of furniture in wood. He finds this to be a great hobby.
He though knows that he soon starts the academy of ninja. The reasons for him to go are none, since he does not interest himself in the way of the ninja in his early years.
It is not until the age of 8 that he takes a good consideration to the idea of going to the academy. He likes adventure, and believes it will give him an opportunity to find a challenge.

He is quite strange when it comes to relationships. He has few friends and believes everyone is simply a bother. He has a huge level of arrogance that often finishes in trouble. Though he makes all to resist those that bug him, Yugan has no problem to fight anything or anyone that bugs him off.
It is later then that he is finally sent to the academy to become a ninja.

As for his past, he does not know anything of it nor of the line of sacrifice his biological parents have dedicated to the Uchiha.










//Edit: Changed a word spelled wrongly 'slowed' where it should have been 'showed'.
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[rockstar1984]

the Troubled Thoughts of Katsuro Hikaru, the lost Uchiha

I wonder, how long as it been since I've seen the beutiful fields of the Grass Village? Three years, four years? I don't really know anymore. I've lost all track of time, in fact the only time related thing I do know is that I'm 14 years old, but yet I don't even know if that's true. My life has been one big unanswered question shrouded in mystery. Who am I? Am I really from the Hidden Grass Village? Why have I been kept a secret from the world? And furthermore, what's this eye power that I possess?

But what does it really matter anyway? If I find those answers, will it change anything? No. I'll still be the same lonely child, trained and raised secretly in the grass village. The one thing that is certain, is that I would serve my Daimyo till death and beyond. The only person in my life that I've ever gotten to know personally. He's cared for me, raised me, taught me how to be a ninja, and helped me learn to use my eyes known as Sharingan. Though I've only been out in the village a few times, and once a month I go train in the woods, I still feel patriotism and pride in my country. I will defend it no matter what, and I would happily give my life for the glorious daimyo.

As much as I don't want to, I can't help but wonder about my past because of one disturbing memory that plays in my mind over and over. It's bloody, horrifying, and torments me everytime it flashes in my mind. It's dark, late at night, and all I can see are shadows. I was in what looked like a bedroom. Although I can't really see anything, I can see shadowy outlines of the furniture. The door to the bedroom creaked open, and from a single flash of light I saw a man creep in, as though he was looking for someone. I was hiding in a small space under a dresser, so he did not notice me. He quickly left the room, and went out into a hallway. Without saying anything I crawled up to the door and peered out to see the same man take out a kunai knife and kill two people mercilessly. I slowly began to fall asleep and the vision begins to fade to black. The last thing I remember is a woman yelling "Itachi". And also, I remember a name, Sasuke. Who or what is "Itachi" and why do I remember this "Sasuke"? It's something that has always bothered me, and even after many years it still horrifies me. I will skip the blood gore, because I've given myself enough pain by simply thinking about it.

Not even the Jounin know about me. I've been kept secret, and known only to the Daimyo and the two strongest jounin of the village. My life has been lonely, not allowed to socialize with anyone. Sometimes I wonder what it's like to have a friend my age, what it's like play with other kids, and recently I've wanted to know how the kiss of a girl feels. They are all things that I believe I will never experience and fully enjoy. Although it's not like I live in a cobwebbed basement eating one slice of bread a week, I live with the Daimyo and enjoy every luxury he does. But still, something just seems to be missing.

Even though I've never explored the world, I know more about it than most of those who have. I was taught about all the countries and their shinobi villages. I even remember the Daimyo talking about the Akatsuki, powerful demon spirits, and the great ninja wars. I've been taught everything that ninjas in the academy are taught, and then much much more.

Today, my Daimyo says that I am ready for field work. I am to join a squad, and assume an alternate identity: Izanagi Mai. Its something I've been waiting for as long as I can remember. I'll be able to expose myself to the world, learn new things that I would never have discovered held up in the Daimyo's residence, I will come closer to unraveling the truths of my past, and I will get the chance to prove my effectiveness as a weapon. Perhaps then, I can fill in whatever gaps are spread throughout my mind and heart. I am still to tell no one about who I am, and must always assume my alternate identity when i'm in public. I finally have the chance to live.

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So, for the story behind this:

Yuri Uchiha was the mother of Katsuro, who's former name was Isao Uchiha. Yuri was a gentle and loving woman, raising Isao/Katsuro all on her own, while living among the rest of the clan. Isao was born two years before the massacre, and his father died shortly before he was born. Aside from that, Yuri and Isao lived their lives normally for two years, until the night of the clan's massacre.

Yuri had noticed that Itachi was acting rather strange and unusual, and so she tried to figure out if anything was wrong. She didn't find out anything, except that Itachi and his father were fighting, but over what she did not know. She assumed it wasn't anything to bad, but still kept an eye on Itachi, his parents, and Sasuke.

The night of the Uchiha massacre, Yuri could not get any sleep. Even after a couple years she still morned for the death of her husband, and had had difficulty sleeping since then. While she was tossing and turning in her bed, she heard a floorboard creak.
She peered out of the doorway to find Itachi sneaking about the house. She was a ninja herself, and so she followed him silently from behind. She remained undetected, and witnessed Itachi assassinating a few members of the clan.

Instinct and reflex took over Yuri's thinking, and she instantly ran to go get Isao and keep him safe, without even thinking about what might be going on. All she wanted at that moment was for her child to live. She ran into the bedroom and snatched Isao. Once she got Isao, Itachi had noticed her and began to run after Yuri. Yuri had jumped out of her bedroom window, and ran as fast as she could to get away. Itachi had eventually lost Yuri in the shadows of the trees and he returned to the clan compound to continue killing off the clan.

Yuri had taken with her a basket that she used to carry Isao. She did not know why Itachi was doing this, nor how much of the clan would be killed off, but she knew that she wanted her son to live through it, in case she were to die. She went to a river, and set Isao in the basket, floating away. Yuri Uchiha had returned home to see what was going on. Obviously, she met the same fate as the rest of the clan, and she joined her dead husband in the afterlife.

Isao was found by a chunin of the Grass Village a day afterwards. The chunin had reported it to his squad leader, and the squad leader took the baby and the basket. Later that day, he found a wet sheet of paper on the bottom of the basket, reading "Isao Uchiha". Recognizing the Uchiha name, he told no one else about it, but he did report it to the Daimyo. The Daimyo, not knowing how all this happened, had sent spies to do research, and discovered that the Uchiha clan was wiped out. The Daimyo thought about what to do, seeking council from two jounin that he trusted the most.

The Daimyo of Grass decided to raise the Uchiha boy as his own, and he named him Katsuro Hikaru. The Grass Village is not at all well known for Kekkai Genkai clans, and so he wanted to use the Uchiha to his advantage. He raised him in secrecy, and began to turn him into a weapon that would one day prove useful to the village, without telling him who he really is. And so he spent years of training to become a ninja.

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Profile info on Katsuro Hikaru/ Isao Uchiha/ Izanagi Mai:

Age: Believed to be 14, but everyone who knows him is unsure
Element: Fire, duh

Personality: Katsuro is loyal to the Daimyo, because he is the only one he really knows deeply. Katsuro is kind and noble, he would be willing to save the life of a complete stranger. Katsuro is also very naive when it comes to socializing, because he never really had any friends.

Specialization: Taijutsu/Quarterstaff, Ninjutsu

Goals: TO unravel the mystery of his past, and to experience and enjoy life when he is able to go outside freely. He also wishes to make friends while he is under his alternate identity Izanagi Mai.

Nindo: "I swear that no matter what I will sacrifice my life for the honor of the Grass Village. I will go to the abyss of death and beyond to serve my Daimyo to the best of my ability, and with all the strength I have to offer. I will also find out who I am, and unveil the mist that has encompassed my life with the uknown."

Apperance: For the sake of disguise, his hair is dyed neon green, and he wear contacts that change his natural eye color to a purpleish blue color. This was done, so that he would look less like an Uchiha clan member, to support his alternate identity

[Dm Anko]

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[Tyrantos]

So when will we be told who wont the contest? Later today? No?

[Taka]

when your told is when you will be told.