'I hate this...'

"Onii-San, I will kill you." Kiara threatened at the smirking Fugaku.

"I will not have my Imouto be defenceless in such a time," Fugaku said, sparkles showing up around his face. Kiara winced. "Beside, we must continue our line of prodigies!"

Kiara scowled as she was pushed into the academy gates. "Another Uchiha wilp be there with you, anyway." Fugaku said and steeled his face, spotting people heading for the academy.

One pair being the infamous Hatakes.

Kiara hated this already. She turned away from her adopted brother and wandered towards the field, keeping an eye out for Obito.

'Might as well place a spot in his 'do not kill' list.'

It took her a second but she spotted the excited boy jumping about and walked over, keeping a neutral face. He spotted her when she stepped closer, waving with a kind smile. Kiara already scowled at the sight.

"Hello, you're a fellow Uchiha? What's your name? Why is your hair so short for a girl?" Obito gushed.

"Yes I am, my name is Ferroto, I prefer to be called Kiara but only to close friends and to continue the Uchiha tradition." Kiara answered in stride as the two of them walked to the growing line of students.

"Tradition?" Obito asked once they got their place in the line.

"Uchihas cut their hair when they lose a battle," Kiara answered as a silver haired boy, Kakashi Hatake, slid in next to her. It was obvious he was listening in, even if Obito did not notice. "The great Uchiha Madara kept up that tradition and I will copy. It shows your power level."

Obito grinned, sparkles showing around him. "Cool! I wanna do that!"

"Get your own tradition," Kiara snapped. "This one is mine."

---

"Ack!"

Kiara took a sharp breath as she was pinned, her arms trapped to her waist. Kakashi crouched over her, holding a fist to her face.

She felt a cruel sense of anger at the sight, scowling.

"Guess the Uchiha clan isn't the best after all." Kakashi teased.

Kiara growled, forcing her legs up. She twisted them into a position where they grabbed Kakashi's neck. "Don't mess with me, boy."

She pulled him down and switched their positions, Kiara sitting on his legs.

"Alright you two, that was very good." The sensei called out. Kiara stood up and ruffled her hair in anger, huffing as she walked back to Obito.

"Woah, Ferroto-Chan! I didn't know the body could bend like that!" Obito gushed once Kiara reached him, rushing to her.

Kiara let a smirk grow on her face. "I practice a yoga position like Madara-Sama." She proudly said, bullshitting her answer.

She merely did what her old doctors used to tell her, to try and help her live just a little bit longer. It helped her just that little bit that her body was naturally able to twist in ways that could seriously harm someone.

"You really look up to him..." Obito trailed off nervously, knowing that Uchiha  Madara was not the best role model.

Not like Kiara would listen to him.

She huffed and looked away, forcing her face to flush.

"Penisu has fangirls even if he is a weak little boy," Kakashi twitched. "While Madara-Sama has none, so I nominate myself, as his very own fangirl. He is strong, handsome and a brilliant leader! He was also a loving brother!" Kiara gushed with a smile.

Obito grinned along with her as they walked back to the classroom.

"Sure, he made a few bad mistakes, but his entire family passed! I would have gone insane aswell," Kiara said once she took her seat. "He was truely a brilliant man."

Obito nodded and began working on the sheet they were given, struggling slightly. He began tapping the table.

"Oi, dobe. Stop that." Kakashi hissed, his right eyebrow twitching in annoyence.

"Fuck off, teme." Obito replied, not noticing Kiara grabbing his sheet and answering the question with ease.

'Basic maths! Pah!'

"Language." Kiara chided as she started to draw on the back.

It started off with a grinning child before it slowly, in little boxes, began to turn into a grown adult with a cloak wrapped around his body. His face was covered by a mask, showing one Sharingan eye.

'I should begin to leave hints, make it seem like it was a coincidence when I fix things in the future.'

Kiara tapped her pencil on her lip, scowling silently.

'Where should I even start? Should I get rid of Zetsu, which would mean the war wouldn't happen in the first place, or just stop one event and keep going.'

A pencil snapped as Kiara gripped the pencil in frustration. Being reborn was such a tassel.

'What am I, a Nara?'

---

"No."

"Aww, please!"

Kiara sipped her tea, glaring at her elder brother. Fugaku was like this whenever they were alone, sometimes with Mikoto.

"You're the heir, not me." Kiara snapped and swallowed another gulpful of tea.

Fugaku grimanced.

"Why must you have such sweet stuff?"

'Itachi's love for sweet things must come from me in the future then.'

"Because this world is not." Kiara replied once she decided to act like a wise woman, older than her physical form.

Fugaku deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. "When did you become phylisophical?"

"Curse your needs for large words!"

"Curse your needs for sweet things!"

Uchiha Haruki walked in to her two children, one blood and the other adopted, fighting over the stupidest of things. She smiled and walked over, whacking the two of them over the head.

"You're both idiots."

"Okaa-Sama!"

"Not nice, Okaa-Sama."