Naruto of the sharingan

Mikoto Uchiha knew conflict, war was nearing its peak when she was still a teen. She fought in the third shinobi war, assisting the medical ninja corps, all alongside her friend, Kushina Uzumaki.

They didn't immediately click like would think when they would see the two gossiping in the streets of Konoha, giggling like a pair of flustered girls. No, Mikoto didn't even talk to Kushina until they were placed on a genin team together. The two were complete opposites, Mikoto was a darkly dressed, quiet girl with a kind heart. Kushina was bright, ecstatic and brash. Hitting bullies with a wild smile. A ball of energy that Mikoto only wished she could be.

It was only a few weeks after when they began to eventually hang out, that Kushia would drag her away for some ‘girl time’ and begin a lengthy rant about her crush on their class genius, which then lead to Mikoto muttering about her crush on the slightly older, at that time, Uchiha heir.

After that, Kushina made it her goal to crush Mikotos shell and ‘Get her man’. Which she did perfectly in the end. They fought side by side, fighting as a duo feared kunoichi. Both being promoted to Jonin at the same time.

By the age of 19, Mikoto had fallen pregnant not even a month later after a rushed marriage to Fugaku Uchiha. It was accidental, she didn't want to raise a child at the peak of the war. Either way, she'll love her child unconditionally,

A few months after her, Kushina would admit proudly had fallen with child. After this, both friends made each other the godparents of children. With war, anyone could die, they would rather die knowing their children were with someone safe, than with no one at all.

Itachi was a quiet boy, determined to make friends with anyone, even as a baby. Such a sweet soul that was destroyed by war. Even as it ended, her poor son was left traumatized and thought like someone much older than he looked.

He had a goal, peace. The way her little boy talked pained her, she was proud but she wanted Itachi to be a child. Playing with children his age, running and tumbling in the dirt, coming back home with scuffed knees and a wild smile.

But no, he trained with vigour only one could imagine, except he did come home with scuffed knees and a smile, that warms the heart and momentarily makes her forget about the darkness of the world they live in.

Yet that darkness crept back anyway, so quickly that she hadn't expected it. She sat in a meeting that Fugaku was holding, talking about some proposal that the Hokage made to quell the rumours and bad reputation the Uchiha clan held in the village.

It seemed so easy, Minato never failed to impress them all. She only prayed he would do it, for her children's future. The air of hope settled around the meeting room of the Uchiha, with only a few complaints from some of the elders and wannabe warriors.

It was when the world shook, a dense chakra settled over them like a bad omen, Mikoto knew something was up. She didn't even think once before rushing to find them okay. Itachi looked spooked as Sasuke wailed from the loud noise.

Moments later someone came rushing into the compound screaming how the nine-tailed fox was attacking the village and to get the mothers and children to safety. Mikoto wants to stay and send the kids off with the nanny but her husband wouldn't allow such a thing. Bidding her farewell as he pushed towards the chaos.

Waiting was never Mikoto's strong suit, she hated it with passion. It made her uneasy and nerves wracked her body, shaking her limbs. Pacing up and down the corridor outside the room where her husband entered not even an hour prior.

The night was full of chaos she didn't even know what the time was, The third called an emergency meeting after the attack, everyone running high on the adrenaline of the evening. Chewing her lip as she moved with a haze of grief, not letting her mind wander so far.

Only taking a moment to glance at her now orphaned godson, who just sat so lifeless on the bench. Cerulean eyes seemed to stare wide at the wall directly in front of him. It made her heart shatter impossible more.

Seeing children grieve was a sight she had always hated, her time spent as an active ninja had her travelling to the small villages destroyed by the conflict and healing the wounded. Some children screamed themselves sick, begging for their loved ones to come back, denying the reality. Others put on a facade and tried to make themselves seem stronger than they looked.

Then there were the ones such as Naruto. Stuck in a gruesome state of shock, seemingly repalaying everything again and again. Not reacting to anything. It terrified her to even begin to think about what Naruto was seeing. It had taken her one look at Kushan's mangled corpse to empty her stomach and fuel her night terrors for a while.

Itachi, the gentle boy he was, sat next to his friend, his legs back and forth as he talked to no end. Switching between tales so he doesn't run out of something to talk about, waving his hands about to mimic whatever nonsense he came up with yet.

Such a sweet gesture took her back many years in the past, just after her teammate was killed in action. Mikoto would do the same thing to try and comfort Kushina who was deeply infected by his death. Their oldest sons may be spitting images of their respective fathers, but at the core, they are both their mothers' sons.

It was then Mikoto would make a decision that would change her daily life.

Slamming into the meeting room properly wasn't the best idea on her part, but she was a mother and a mother would do anything to protect her children.

“The Uchiha clan will adopt the orphaned Uzumaki children.”

There was silence following her surprise entrance.

Then an uproar of people shouting their ideas to do with the children, which she was pretty sure she caught the word ‘kill’ being thrown. Whoever it was, was lucky that she didn't know who it was.

The loudest voice of them all, which to be expected was her husband with a bewildered look on his face, “MIKOTO! You don't get to make that sort of decision, especially right now.”

Not to say she doesn't agree with him, she does. With a rumour that the fox had been seen with the clan's famed Sharingan in its eyes, which was now sealed in the two children. If her information was correct, her little godson had also activated the dōjutsu, which was the least surprising thing she'd heard.

“SILENCE.”

Caught up in her thoughts, Mikoto didn't momentarily forget where she was, the Third uncharacteristically shouting was most definitely jolting. Once the ruckus was numbed down to mad grumbles of which nature she didn't want to know.

“Lady Uchiha,” the third bowed his head slightly in her direction, now behind her husband's seat, “It seemed your infamous six sense is at work, we were just about to discuss the placement of lord fourths children.”

Giving the man a weak look, She knew the old man was quite fond of Minato, well who wasn’t? But would he do what's best for the village or what's best for the children? By law, she would be given children, but these are times of terror, and fear speaks more than any words can.

“I say we kill the children, they are beasts.” A few murmurs of agreement went around the table, only coming from the civilian members of the council. But none of the clan heads spoke up, just what she needed. Sending them all glares with dark eyes, which was avoided by many.

“The children won't be sentenced to death, that's not even an option to be considered.” The third words weren't convincing enough, eying the elders who sat in their sad corner of the room. No words could even express how much she hated them, all stuck-up fools with a one-track mind filled with death.

“Explain to us why the lord third. Why shouldn't the containers for the beast be killed? Many innocent people lost their lives hours ago, more civilians than the shinobi that were supposed to ‘protect’ us.”

Some high-pitched shrill spoke out causing Mikoto to scoff at the woman, wanting to close her ears off in case of some damage such a voice could do. Mikoto doesn't normally mess around with the councilwoman’s, but this one was an expectation. The stuck-up woman who represents the civilian children of the academy, had tried to get her son to stop entering the school so early. With claims of ‘No civilian children get such luxury' seemingly forgetting the Fourth was from a complete civilian family.

Honestly, Mikoto doesn't even understand why that woman even bothers to get herself wrapped into shinobi business when all she does is argue against it.

Looking back at the third, who seemed to have aged even more, it was one thing letting the civilians know about the tailed beasts. How they knew so quickly is beyond her.

“We don't have the time to discuss such matters, Ms Haruno. But killing the Fourth's children would be a great disregard for his and his wife's sacrifice to the village. It would also leave us in a weak position with the other village, leaving us vulnerable. The ‘beast’ you talk about is the only thing stopping us from invasion at this time.”

As the brunette with a particularly larger forehead huffed and crossed her arms like a petulant child, Mikoto sent her an equally childish smile. It was amusing to listen to what other people say, then hopefully she'll get her turn to speak again.

Even so, it was boiling her blood just to hear the disgust of people as they talked about the children. How driven by fear they were. It disgusted her right down to her very core.

The council threw different ideas back and forth, each time digging a deeper pit in her stomach. Each time letting her trust go with the so-called ‘leaders’. Only a very few people stayed quiet, the clan head who closely trusted Minato, the old man and the ever-meddling elders, who were probably waiting for the best time to say a ludicrous idea.

Her husband rubbed the back of her hand, it was always quite hard to tell what he was thinking even after six years of marriage and all those years before. Always at an impassive, not even a small motion of understanding. The only times he became vulnerable were around his children.

But that seemed to be his weakness, as Itachi grew up he only increased his training. Exposing him to war at a young age, was cruel and she hated it. Yet in a twisted way, it was his fears of losing their son that made him act so. So she can't help but love him, only Itachi had found a friend in his godbrother to purge the loneliness his future may have brought.

As the conversation concluded, Mikoto couldn't help but worry that even her words may not be enough to convince the miserable adults in the room.

“Lady Uchiha, I believe you would like to speak?”

“Thank you, Lord Hokage.” Bowing her head again at the man, biting her bottom lip before composing herself in a way that would have made Kushina proud in their youth. All eyes turned to her, where she stood behind her husband's seat.

“By right the children should be handed over to me, being their godmother. But I suppose, according to what I heard, you don't consider them human, so why would the rules apply to them?” Crossing her arms as she gave them all another disgusted look.

“I mean, are you serious? We are talking about a six-year-old and a newborn baby, they can't possibly be dangerous. If anything, you are the monsters for trying to kill the poor kids. Lord Fourth wanted his children to be seen as heroes, and they are. Keeping such a beast at bay, not only that, you seem to doubt the sealing. A seal made by the great Uzumaki clan, nonetheless. There has never been a stronger seal.”

Taking a deep breath before she continued again, gripping her husband's shoulders, as she eyed the slight group of people.

“Letting the civilians have a hand in what happens to two shinobi born children shouldn't even be happening anyway. They fear anything they don't understand, naturally wanting the worst for them, leading to the abuse of orphaned children with even the slightest bit of chakra. It pains me to even admit how shinobi children and civilian children interact, they very much dislike each other.”

“So you, just what…wanna take the children in to stop some children from being children?” One of the civilians spoke up again, it took every nerve in her body to retrain herself.

“No, where you not listening to what I was saying. Fear brings hate, hate brings suffering. Our children suffer because of the fear the civilians have for the shinobi. Children learn from watching their parents, it's a never-ending cycle until one conquered their fear. Which is the opposite of what's happening here, but we are getting beyond the point.”

If she could, Mikoto could talk about the failing village anytime. It was something Kushina noticed as an outsider which Mikoto was not aware of at the time. She'd been working on a way to better the village, before the tragedy mere hours ago. It would be Mikoto's job to help her, even now.

“As I was told…before I was so rudely interrupted. The Uchiha should ‘adopt’ the children. Not only is our compound the safest in the village, but I'm sure you've all heard the rumour of young Naruto seemingly unlocking the clan dōjutsu-”

“HA, guess it's not as sacred as you make it out to be, wouldn't you say, Lord Uchiha. First that Hatake boy, And now Minato's son. Funny enough, both are close to the man, makes me wonder.” This time it was a clan head, who shouted out, though with less hostility than anyone else who spoke.

“Quite a shock for me too, Lord Akimichi.” Fugaku grumbled, scowling at the rather large man, who chucked once again, “But I believe my wife is making a point. It would be rather dangerous to have a rogue child running around with the Sharingan, the safest place for the civilians is in thr compound. I would know that.”

His threat was a rather white lie, it would hardly be dangerous for anyone. But who else would they believe other than the clan head himself? But it did pain her to see more people looking to believe him after a few words than her words. Yet as long as the children are safe in his care, it wouldn't matter anyway.

“Well then,” The third stood up from his chair, hands folding over his stomach as he looked at all of them, “That concludes the meeting, The Uzumaki children will be under the care of the Uchiha clan from now on. you're all free to go back home.” Before he fleas from the room, personal guards trailing after.

Naruto Uzumaki blinked and the world came too. Bleeding into the corners of his mind as the colours faded back, memories tucking away into the shadows ready to come out as soon as he closed his eyes again.

The grounds of the Uchiha estate were cold in the early mornings, biting at his skin as he sat on the edge of a wooden ledge out by the lake. Watching as the water moved with every gust of wink, rippings as leaves fell onto the surface.

At some point night switched to dusk as he sat, the echoes of his mother's pained voice whipsted with the wind. Not even the etching in his legs seemed to matter as the unmistakable feeling of blood coasted his hands. Sticky like syrup, unable to get rid of it.

Yet his hands were clean, he made so sure of it. Rubbing them over and over until they were red and raw. Even then he could still feel his parent's blood coating them. It wasn’t just the blood though, his mothers cold dead hands over him, clutching him even in death. It made his body temple as that phantom feeling drapes over him.

Naruto sniffled slightly, bringing a strand of blonde hair out of his face. The bitter cold stung, numbing his fingertips and nose. Though he snuck out without anything warm to combat such weather. How could he possibly even sleep with what he'd seen hours ago?

He just felt so alone, his mother wasn't here to comfort him anymore, and he would never see his father's warm smile as he tucked him to bed. They’re just…gone. It made him numb, feeling unable to cry out.

Naruto thought back on his new sister, being born into such conditions. He, however, would protect her against anything and anyone. The only remaining piece of his parents he had left, he didn't know what he would do if she ever died.

Sighing heavily as he tipped his body slightly, looking over the edge of the pier and into the depths of the pond. It was deep, that’s all he knew. Remembering tumbling in with Itachi and Hinata one summer day last year when trying to attempt water walking. Such didn’t go so well for the other confident five-year-olds.

Naruto’s Introversion was broken by the sound of walking behind him, tapping rhythmically on the wood.

“Good morning Naruto.” His Aunt Mikoto approached him a draped something over his shoulders before taking a place next to him. Smiling sorrowfully as she settled on the planks of wood, looking off to the other side where the sun was rising above the village.

“Morinin’.” His voice was muffled by the sleep that rose through him. Cringing internally at his impoliteness, while she didn’t expect him to, It didn’t make Naruto feel any better.

“You haven’t slept, the guards told me you came out here in the early mornings.” Twisting her wedding band around her finger in a nervous tick.

Naruto risked a glance at the woman, not look like she slept either with dark rings under her eyes, tear-streaked cheeks and rather messy hair. All uncharacteristic for the proper ‘Lady Uchiha’ Naruto always knew her as.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Kicking his feet over the edge, flicking small drops of ice water at the movement. Watching the ripples break the surface, warping the reflections that the water cast.

Mikoto hummed beside him, ignoring the side eye the boy gave her. Who in fact, just wanted to be alone at this time. Why wasn’t that hard to understand?

She, however, understood it way too well. The suffocating feeling of wanting to be alone when mourning, yet the underlying emotion of wanting to be comforted. Such emotions can twist and break or transform into a larger fear.

“We should head back in, breakfast will be ready by that time?”

“I’m not hungry.” There was an emptiness that lay in the pit of Naruto’s stomach, gnawing at the muscles, but it sure as hell wasn’t hunger. Bubbling like a burning fire that nested deep within him.

“You should eat, it won’t do you any good to not.” Her clothes ruffled as she moved, waving in the soft morning winds.

“I’m not hungry.” His stomach churned at the thought of even The slightest bit of food entering his mouth.

The two last into a sorrowful silence, only the water crashing against the bank and the winds brushing the leaves of trees was heard. A few unspoken minutes passed before the Uchiha matriarch stood up.

Naruto hardly looked at her from the corner of his eyes, her face covered by a dark curtain of hair, his body tensing and flinching as she placed a cold hand on his shoulder.

“Don't stay out too long, now Naruto, you'll catch a cold. I'm sure Kimiko has woken up now, I'll take you to see her.” He nodded slightly, as she ruffed the head of messy blonde hair before leaving.

When her footsteps receded, Naruto felt hot tears prickle in his eyes and down his cheeks. Unable to stop the sudden bout of tears, the six-year-old boy let his head all into his hands and he sobbed in a merciless peace.

“Damn it!” He cried, hitting a hand against the wooden deck, ignoring the small tingle of pain. He should cry, but he can't, he needs to get stronger to protect everything. Kimiko needed a strong older brother, not a weak one. What use would that be?

Naruto turned up to face the sky, watching the clouds move. Only the eyes that reflected the orange hues of sunrise were crimson red with a time swirling recklessly inside of a black ring.