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Uchiha Legacy: Redemption by proxy_flame, Midan no Hatake

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BOOK ONE: UCHIHA

PART TWO: MIKA


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Smelling of baby powder and lotion, Sophia lay sprawled on her back in the hospital crib. Around her babies cried or slept and people pressed up against the glass of the nursery window to peer adoringly at the small bundles.

Sophia wriggled slightly, her sixth sense extended, gently brushing over the people passing outside. Her twin was in the crib next to her, fast asleep. Their father hadn't come to the hospital yet, so neither of them had been given names. Sophia wasn't too sure how she felt about a new name, but she was certain she wanted something good and solid like her old name. Someone stopped outside the nursery window and stared in at her and her sibling. She carefully reached out and touched.

Curiosity and a sense of calm confidence washed coolly over her mind, the thoughts deep and quick, moving like rivers. She abruptly wanted to sink into that mind and stay there for a very long time. Only once had she found a mind like this one, and she hadn't even been able to talk to the person before they had been lost in the crowd of people in the shopping center. The door of the nursery opened and the curious person and someone else -a nurse- came in. The nurse picked up Sophia, and the other person picked up her sibling.

They were carried out of the nursery down the corridor. Tuning in on the curious person, Sophia caught in his thoughts that -he- was her new older brother, and that he was worried about something. They turned into a room.

"Itachi," said a tired, happy voice, "Good morning."

"Good morning, Okaa-san," came the reply. "How are you?"

The nurse moved over to the bed, and the woman in it accepted Sophia into her arms.

"A little tired but I'll be fine. How late are you?" Her voice turned stern. The door
opened and closed; the nurse had left.

Itachi laughed. "Not very. Have you named them yet?"

"Not yet," the woman opened her shirt, pulling a corner of the blanket up to hide, and Sophia strangled the awkward discomfort she felt and began to suckle at the nipple put near her lips, the sweet milk flowing into her mouth. "Your father wanted to be here to name them."

"I think something came up. He rushed out before I left." A loud squalling started up.

"Someone else is hungry." Itachi started cooing gently, but to no avail.

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Sophia lay once again in the nursery crib idly listening to the people outside and to her sibling. No coherent thought came from the baby boy, only a powerful awareness of sensation and impression. Her new father still wasn't here yet, and she and her sibling were still unnamed. She was impatient, with the man and the demands of her new body, rest and food and changing her soiled diaper taking up most of her energy so that she needed to sleep most of the day away.

But eventually she told herself to calm down and observe what she could, when she could. As a baby she would be in a good position to overhear things that would tell her how this place worked. Aside from the tidbits from the manga and anime the actual workings of the ninja world had not been revealed in much detail.

Her father came finally and names were chosen. Sophia's new name was Mika, and her sibling's name was Sasuke, chosen by Mikoto, her new mother, in the hopes of him becoming as great as the ninja for who he was named: the father of the Third Hokage.

Mikoto was discharged from hospital and went home, carrying Sasuke and Itachi carrying Sophia, now wondering what her new name meant. She rested comfortably in her eldest brother's arms, touching his mind again and delighting in it, and running over the minds and emotions of the people they passed in the street. Good will, love, lust, anger, disgust, impatience, happiness, sadness and every emotion she had ever known she felt in the people in the street. It seemed like any other city -no, this was a village, not a city.

"Mikoto! Itachi-kun!"

"Kushina-kun!" called Mikoto.

Sophia/Mika's ears perked up and she brushed the mind of the person who called to her mother. Kushina Uzumaki, Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Kitsune and wife of the Yondaime Hokage. She reached out and let her mind travel cautiously down Kushina's mental energy until she found what she was looking for. A dark red nexus swirled and spiked threateningly deep inside her mind as she brushed delicately across it.

Kyuubi.

Savage slitted eyes and gleaming fangs roared in her mind's eye. Easy Kyuubi. Didn't mean to startle you.

—Get out—

As you wish. My apologies.

"Kushina-kun are you all right? You look pale."

Mika instantly withdrew her senses, coiled them tight into her.

"It's alright. Just that darn fox trying to upset me again. Hello Itachi-kun. Oh, they're adorable!"

"Hello, Kushina-san."

Mika felt someone stroke her cheeks gently and turned toward the touch. Kushina's fingers were warm, calloused and under the scent of herbs, there was the smell of old metal and old blood. I wish I could know you, thought Mika, and accepted that her old life was over and that she was here for a new purpose. I'm sorry, for you and your husband. I'll try to help Naruto for you both, I promise.

"Kushina-kun, we must hurry."

Biwako Sarutobi, wife of Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Sandaime Hokage.

"Oh, yes. I'll see you later Mikoto, Itachi-kun!"

"Bye, Kushina-kun."

"Goodbye, Kushina-san. Good luck."

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Ten hours later the attack came. The feelings of death and destruction so palpable that Mika could feel them burning her control away until she wanted to scream and scream and scream. She did cry, quietly whimpering as Itachi gently stroked her head and Sasuke wailed enough for all three of them. It took days for Mika to calm herself down, the horror revisiting her the day of the mass funeral for all those who had died in the attack, making her wonder for the first time if she would be able to do as required to achieve her mission.

Her eyes opened, her vision improved and she was able to see for the first time what her new family and surroundings looked like. Her mother, Mikoto, a stunningly beautiful woman with porcelain skin and onyx hair and eyes; her father, Fugaku, tall, strong with creamy skin and brown hair and eyes. The pronounced tear troughs were the only feature Itachi had inherited from him. The rest of her brother's looks were directly from their mother. Sasuke, she knew, would look frighteningly like Itachi when he was grown, but for now he was just a bundle that ate, slept and cried until her ears hurt. The only face that remained maddeningly out of sight was her own.

As soon as she could vocalize she began training her voice again. She had accepted that her purpose was different now but there was nothing that was strong enough to make her give up her music. So she trained her voice regardless of the comments the people around her made. It was, after all, the only activity that she could do without help and one that could keep her occupied for hours. She remembered all the things her trainer had done in her old world and she did them as best as she could manage until she became strong enough to move around.

When the day came that she was able to roll herself up onto hands and knees and manage a few weaving shuffles forwards she felt like she'd just won the Nobel Prize for Music, never mind she had no idea if there was a prize in that area or even that the Nobel Prize no longer existed in living memory, it was a monumental day and for the rest of it she practiced over and over. The only disappointment was that she couldn't make herself walk on the same day as well; her muscles weren't strong enough to hold her up. She needed to build them, up first and proceeded to do just that.

Sasuke, seeing that his twin was moving around rapidly, immediately began trying to crawl and was soon scrambling around after Mika as she explored the house under their mother's watchful eyes. This prompted Mika to restrict herself on the areas she wanted to explore so Sasuke wouldn't get curious about something she knew not to interfere with and hurt himself trying to play with it.

Hearing Itachi's voice in the kitchen she checked on Sasuke and finding him asleep, scrabbled out of the playpen and crawled off toward the kitchen, considering the strange fact that while she was nine years older than Itachi, she did indeed view him as her elder. She must be biased, she decided, with the things she knew about him.

"How did school go Itachi?" asked Mikoto, rattling around at the sink drying dishes.

"Well enough, but it could have gone better."

Mika peeked carefully around the door and saw Itachi seated at the low table, sipping a cup of tea. She crawled as quietly as she could towards him and he looked right at her like she knew he would. He held out his arms to her and she crawled straight into them.

"What could have gone better?" Mikoto finished drying the dishes and turning to put them away, caught sight of Mika. "What are you doing out of the playpen? I thought you were asleep."

Mika decided this would be a good time to reveal the new skill she'd gleefully re-learned last night when everyone had been asleep. She leaned back against Itachi and babbled down at her fingers, waiting for an appropriate moment to spring it on them.

"How did she get out of the playpen in the first place?" wondered Mikoto. "She only learned to crawl two days ago."

Honestly, thought Mika. Haven't you been watching me enough?

Still babbling away, Mika began randomly including syllables of a specific word until Sasuke began to wail down the hall. After Mikoto dried her hands and went out to retrieve her son Mika began playing with Itachi's fingers. Abruptly she dropped the digits and in the most under-dramatic way she could think of, began saying Itachi over and over, as if to herself.

Then she started singing it.

"Mika?"

She craned her neck and glanced up at her elder brother. "Itachi. Tachy tachy tachy, Itachi," she sang, stretching her arms up over her head. Itachi bent down and smothered her baby face with kisses.

Well, that's kind of odd for Itachi. She smiled. But the lovin's nice.

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—I don't smell anything— Ryū's feathered head cocked to one side and then the other as he stared at the house below him. He banked slowly, circling the house.

—Good. We still have to check it out—

—This is ridiculous. How can a small pink blob kill the Consort—

Ferah snarled impatiently, but he knew better than to attack Ryū in the air. Ryū would roll and dump him off his back if he wanted to.

—We can't take the chance, fool. If we find the mark then we kill quickly and surely. If not we leave. Staying too long in either case will make the shinobi notice us—

Ryū clicked his beak and dived. —But why would it be here I wonder—

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Mika grunted and fell off the bed with a loud thump. She climbed to her feet and glared at her twin. Sasuke lay sprawled over the entire mattress, one leg stretched right across Mika's side of the bed. Mika reached out and shoved at his foot in disgust. He didn't budge and she stalked out with a scowl on her face.

Every single night, she fumed. He kicks me off the bed every night. I want my own damned- a shudder ran down her spine. Shit. I really need to be careful with the curses.

She was about to pass Itachi's door when she stopped in her tracks and listened intently. Carefully, she stretched out her sixth sense... hissed violently and slammed open the door. There was no one in the room, only the moonlight shining through the open windows.

"Those windows shouldn't be open..." she whispered, eyes wide. Immediately she stretched her mind through the house, brushing over traces of a vile energy -in the room she and Sasuke shared. Heart in her mouth, Mika turned and ran, building up her mental power for a fight and feeling her chakra begin to stir.

Bursting through her door she ran to the bed. That window was also now open. Sasuke lay just as she had left him, sprawled out across the bed and sleeping deeply. Mika probed the shadows for hidden threats. Finding none, she bent over Sasuke and checked him over. Vital signs, mind and spirit were stable. Nothing had harmed him.
Mika straightened up in relief and strode to the window, sweeping the yard outside for anyone, anything suspicious.

Nothing.

She rested her hands on the sill and climbed out, dropping two feet to the ground and avoiding the trap under the window. Shinobi houses always had traps, even if they were simple enough that Genin could disarm them. All Mika had to do was look for them and avoid them if she could.

She scouted carefully around the yard, looking for more residue of that energy she had felt in the house but finding none. Finally, she sat down on the verandah and gazed up at the sky in frustrated anger. She had memorized the energy and could recognize it again if she came into contact with it but she had no idea whose it was. It didn't feel human, that was for certain. It was similar to the energy of Commander Minoru, Kyuubi and to a lesser degree, the Shinigami's. Thus leaving the only possibility that her visitor was a demon.

Mika went inside and crept cautiously to her parent's door, delicately letting her sense brush their minds. As far as she could tell they were safe and unharmed. Now, that she thought about it, how could the intruder have gotten into the Uchiha home without alerting anyone? The battle-adept shinobi couldn't possibly have been so stupid. Perhaps it was the arrogance she saw in many of them that had allowed this to happen. Even in her mother that arrogance showed itself. The only ones she could not find it in were Itachi, Shisui, and those like Sasuke, too young to comprehend it. Her own arrogance came, regrettably, from her own rebirth and was very difficult to suppress at times.

When she had told Itachi about her rebirth he hadn't minded but oddly enough, became even more protective of her. She had been rather surprised at how well he had taken it. He had just kissed her and asked if she would tell him about her life before as she stared up at him in amazement.

"Wow," she muttered.

"What?" Itachi brushed her bangs behind her ears and fiddled with her fingers.

"I didn't think you'd take it this calmly. I thought you might get angry with me."

He laughed. "You know me better than that, Mika. I won't get angry, you're still my sister, no matter who you were before. You're my baby sister now. So will you please tell me what it was like before? How old were you? How old are you now? What were you in your past life?"

She blinked at him. "What do you mean what was I in my past life?"

"What did you do? Your occupation. Did you have one?"

"Not really, I was only 15 and still in school. I was a musician though. I wanted to make music just like..." she paused. "Just like my grandfather. He was one of the great musicians in that time: Gregory Roland."

"Who's that? I've never heard of him."

Mika shook her head. "I don't think you would have. These history books... they're different. They mention things I know of but they are described as if they are myth and legend."

"History books? Have you been reading my Academy textbooks again?" sighed
Itachi. "Are you from the past then, if the things you knew are legends now?"

"I guess so. I must be."

That had been the most incredible thing to happen so far and for it Mika was grateful. She went back to sit on the verandah and looked up at the moon. Not long after she had told Itachi he had been accepted into ANBU and received a mission. It was taking a while, he still wasn't back and she missed him.

Now there was some demon around the place. She really, really wished Itachi was back. She needed to start training seriously.

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—Fool! The girl sensed us. Why were you so slow— Ryū clacked his beak in worried anger and wobbled deliberately to scare his passenger. Ferah yelped and gripped tighter. —There was no mark and the girl child sensed us! Why is that Ferah—

—I don't know— Ferah squinted black beady eyes into the wind and hunkered his gaunt, hairless body down into Ryū's feathers. —How should I know? I don't care anyway. She'll think it was some bad dream or an enemy shinobi. They all think that way in the Uchiha. Let it go, Ryū—

—No, it is said that this new servant is different from the others. We'll report it to Mistress—

—Fine. Now hurry up and get us out of here. I'm cold—
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