Full Circle

written by Galesynch

Prologue: Rebirth.

Uchiha Sasuki was not one to believe in religious things so she had not much expectations after her life ended (she really preferred to die on the battlefield, a death befitting of a shinobi instead of old age or disease). To her, all that mattered was the present (she had to do something or her life would mean nothing) and past (she was always caught up in it).

Getting revenge had always been her goal, and she had died by it. For Itachi, for Konoha, for Naruto as well. She had to get revenge, she once directed her anger at Itachi then at Konoha then the culprit was revealed in the Fourth Great Shinobi War: Uchiha Madara.

Bastards of bastards.

Had she the chance, she would've killed him. But she couldn't, she died. She could still remember the acute feeling, the excruciating pain as Madara's fist ripped into her chest; the sensation lasted for eternity for her even as the darkness claimed her.

And now, here she was, floating, blind in a void.

Was this the afterlife? Or was it her own hell?

Kami knows that she'd always hated and feared the dark; eternal void and darkness meant something similar to blindness and the lost of sight had always been the Uchihas greatest fear, as it was to all eye-doujutsu wielders.

I don't want to be here, someone please, take me away!

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If given the chance, would you do things better?

I wish I was at the start of everything, that way, I can make things better. Not necessarily good, but better.

Ah... what I wouldn't give to turn back time.

Turn... back time?

What did you get into your brain now, dope?

N-nothing. Just... hey, no matter what happens, you know I'll always love you right?

Hn. You better not be lying.

I'll be with you to the very end!

That's enough, don't you think?

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With an ear-splitting scream, Sasuki's world bled into colors, blurry and undistinguished. Finally, light flooded her world! But she still couldn't see very well and her ears were being deafened by screaming, which annoying infant was screaming now? Why would there be an infant in the middle of war—

Wait. The screams and cries... it couldn't be from her could it? Yes, the Uchiha realized this as she felt herself being jostled and nestled into a pair of arms.

"Shut up, child."

Voices, clearer than her sight filled her mind. Struggling and very much confused, Sasuki tried her best to quiet down, going against her instincts. She squinted, tried to widen her eyes to see better but to no avail, she could make out nothing. Her instincts bid her to tremble then fall into tears again.

She wouldn't give in. That would be embarrassing. She was Uchiha Sasuki, damn it! The Avenger, the Last Uchiha and people holding these titles wouldn't be bawling like a baby! Even though she seemed to be one now...

Fuck. What was going on.

"Madara, hold your sister." Sasuki's world swam as the rough arms holding her moved her into another's embrace; these hands holding her were small, most likely a child's, but was experienced in handling babies it seemed. She craned her neck, frustrated as to why she couldn't move as well as she liked, and then, the universe's idea of joke revealed itself.

Before her, when her vision finally cleared, was Uchiha Madara. Her greatest and most hated enemy.

This time, she really did scream.

-full circle-

Red, blood red, then light.

If this was death, Senju Naruto found it to be both fascinating and terrifying. He'd just executed the jutsu, the jutsu to turn back time and he'd poured the very last of his and Kurama's chakra into it, had it not worked? Bitter, overwhelming, crushing anguish sadness and pain filled Naruto's senses.

So much that he had to scream to let it all out.

Cheers, exclamation of joy followed his anguished and tearful scream. He was hurt, why were people celebrating his pain? Then, a sentence that baffled him even more.

"Yatta! It's a successful birth, Okaa-san, you did it!"

Naruto stiffened, stopping mid-cry as arms envelop him, jostling him wildly and lifting him up and down. Abruptly, no arms came to support him as he fell further down than before. He screamed.

"Nii-san, you idiot!"

"Hashirama, get out, now!"

"But—"

"Out."

Resting in a pair of smaller arms but much more secure, Naruto heard the sound of a boy grumbling and moving out of the room. Even from afar, he could feel the depression. He squinted to focus his vision but colors of white and red swam into his vision before replaced by a sterner and dark expression of a grown man.

"He'd be a fine shinobi... look, he has marks just like Hashirama's." A calloused hand stroked his cheek, not loving but more of a calculating touch, like the man was trying to determine how much he was worth.

Naruto sniffled, disliking the man's poisonous chakra, suffocating him at an infant stage. Oh, yes, Naruto's mind rejoiced as he realized he was in an infant's body. His jutsu worked. Take that Madara! Let's see how you survive when we struck you at the core! Naruto giggled maliciously, imagining Madara's look of shock as he found himself fading with the changes happening in the past and him unable to stop his dissipating existence.

The jutsu had been a wide-ranged one, Naruto had dragged all his surviving friends, the original Konoha Nine including Sai and Team Gai and even Sasuki's freaky Team Taka or something and the Sand Siblings. The chances of all of them arriving in this era was slim, but to Naruto, as long as Sasuki made it (and he knew she would because he was holding her hand when he cast the jutsu), it was okay, as long as his precious lover was with him, everything would be okay.

And when Naruto giggled (rather maliciously from an infant), it wasn't because his mother tickled his stomach to elicit a response.

-full circle-

Chapter One: Brothers

Five-Months Old.

In this world (is it the same as her old one or a completely new dimension?), this new life (she still wasn't sure she should be grateful or disgusted but she was sure Naruto would pay), Sasuki didn't have one brother. She had five. And not one of them was Itachi, or was like him. Sasuki decided that she hated them all.

Especially Madara. Especially her dearest oldest brother (she hadn't seen hide nor hair of her other brothers but she had heard of them once).

Sasuki swore she was going to murder that bastard Naruto—a close runner-up in her To-Kill List with Madara taking first place—for letting her get born as Madara's sister. But, a tactical part of her not wholly concentrated on revenge, noted that being his sister would give her more leeway, around her, he'd lower his guard down more and she'd be able to strike. It wasn't cowardly at all.

If it was Naruto, she was pretty sure he'd declare an honorable fight to the death. She knew it was stupid. Which meant that the task of killing Madara was hers to take and complete. She'd do it with a jolly smile. That bastard was going down.

It wasn't easy, being handled by her brothers instead of her mother. The woman who gave birth to her in this world wasn't present, the one time she'd seen the Uchiha woman was after her birth, gazing down at her with a weak smile but so full of love that Sasuki almost felt sorry for killing the infant's soul and replacing it with her own.

Had she been a better person, she would've felt sorry. But as it was, Uchiha Sasuki was a cold-hearted woman who cared only for her survival and her goals. She'd killed infants directly, with her own hands before anyway. And this was indirectly, the one directly responsible was Naruto.

Another question nagged her: why was Madara and the other maids the ones who took care of her? The one who fed her, changed her whenever she made a mess of herself and all sorts. Whenever it was Madara's shift, she swore to make it as hard as possible. She fussed and cried and screamed constantly whenever he was intruding on her. Yes, it was humiliating and underhanded to resort to such tactics, but until she could fight and build her body for battle, there was nothing else she could so.

Madara grumbled all the time, but he never hit her or even yell at her.

Sasuki was starting to assume that he was an impostor, one peaceful and boring evening, when he suddenly stormed into the room where they kept her crib in, his Sharingan spinning and full of hate and anguish; someone must've died. Sasuki would've sneered in hate if she could but as it was, she prepared herself to scream if he tried something against her.

Madara instantly recognized the expression on her face. "You!" he snarled with all the hate an eight-year-old could muster; which was a lot if Sasuki said so herself. "You demon child!" Sasuki stared at him, forgetting to make a fuss to trouble him when she heard him. The hell? He was the demon and here he was accusing her? Did that bastard had a death-wish or something? "You killed Okaa-san! I hate you! I hate you so damn much!"

His chakra spiked and this time, he really brought his fist down.

Sasuki would've defended herself if she could, but just barely, she managed to roll out of the way from the fist that was directed at her face. Uchiha Madara was already an asshole, but he wanted to hit his own baby sister?! Well, technically, she wasn't his sister but still... What sort of sick fuck was she dealing with?

The horror must've been evident of her face, as it was on Madara's. He paled rapidly, glancing at his hands. "W-what have I tried to do?"

Other than to kill me? Apparently I murdered our mother, Sasuke thought sneeringly. She felt a strange nostalgia washing over her, even in this world, she'd never ever again experience the love of a mother. But it was fitting, the hardened shinobi of her said, since the woman who gave birth to her here was not Uchiha Mikoto, she would never be Sasuki's mother anyway. Uchiha Mikoto was her mother, and she was dead; Sasuki's mother was dead, no one could ever dream of replacing her.

"Imouto... what have I done?" Abruptly, much to her distress (to an onlooker anyway, Sasuki was, in truth calculating the many ways she could kill Madara for that punch, she will never forget this), she found herself in his arms. It was severely disconcerting that Madara was holding her, hugging her and apologizing profusely, proclaiming that he loved her and would do anything to protect her.

Huh, so Madara's insanity started as a child.

She had a lunatic for an older brother, wow. But, for just a moment, his proclamation of love warmed her icy and jaded heart, even if just for a moment.

She'd rather have Hashirama or even Tobirama as an older brother. Naruto was lucky.

-full circle-

Naruto, in this life, had the perfect life.

A stern father who cared in his own jaded way, brothers who totally loved him and played with him regardless of how busy they were, and a mother who nurtured him. He soaked it all in eagerly, in his past life, he had no parents; Namikaze-Senju Minato and Uzumaki Kushina died heroes in the battle against Kurama, he felt neither the warmth or love of a family and he took it all in greedily. Sure, he had his Obaa-chan but she came into his life when he was eight or so and then took him away, it wasn't too late to bond but Naruto still felt disappointed and he knew she did too; she'd never be able to see his first smile, hear his first peal of laughter, hear his first word or anything of the sort.

But now, his life was different in the good sort of way.

He had three older brothers, and if he heard right, had one little brother on the way.

When he was strong enough to move around by his own, he did just that, toddling around with either his brothers or mother to watch over him.

Strange, the older two brothers' names were quite familiar: Hashirama and Tobirama, he wondered why and where he had heard them before? Maybe they would someday grow up to be famous shinobis and had something to do with Konoha? Disregarding those unimportant thoughts, Naruto thought about his brothers.

There was one about three years older, closest to him in age, Kawarama resembled their mother greatly, along with Tobirama; both had spiky silvery hair though Kawa's eyes were as dark as their father's while Tobi's were crimson like their mom's. He was nice, not as nice as Hashi-nii of course, but definitely better than Tobi.

Sometimes, he found his brothers' difference disconcerting, they acted like they were all from different families with their differences. And sometimes, more often than not, being looked after by them was tiring.

Hashi-nii played far too much, and wanted him to play even more when his infant body could no longer keep up, lacking the pros of a Jinchuriki. It was fun at first that his oldest brother would come and wake him up from his nap and take him away to play. Which resulted in scoldings and beatings from their very stern father who said that an infant needs all the rest he could get to grow up strong.

Tobi-nii was too stern, too quiet which didn't suit Naruto's nature. When Naruto tried to play or even made the slightest of mistakes, like drooling, he was scolded and earned himself a lecture. This brother always taught Naruto and Kawa-nii to read, how to hold a shuriken right and how to throw it right.

Kawa-nii was the loudest among them, even worse than Naruto who was a sixteen-year-old in the body of a five-months old. He was three but he demanded attention like crazy, screaming and crying. He was mischievous too, which earned him scoldings from their father too. He also clung to Naruto and babbled most of the time, demanding Naruto's presence everywhere and how he should be like him.

Naruto prayed that his little brother would be normal, sweet-tempered, and mild. All the things his current older brothers were not. He wondered about Sasuki's situation, she had to have brothers too didn't she?

He sighed for the umpteenth time as Tobi-nii entered the room, carrying Kawa under one arm like some sort of football (and Naruto knew this game hadn't been invented yet, when he could walk properly, he'd show them how to play -ttebayo!) and a bunch of reading scrolls in the other.

Naruto regarded him and his scrolls with distaste, making haste to crawl away but with quick strides, the seven-year-old had blocked his path. Red eyes narrowed down at him, looking worse than Sasuki's Sharingan. "Oh no, you don't. Time to study." Naruto whinged but Tobirama ushered him away from the garden.

Man, he'd drawn the short end of the stick.

He'd rather have Madara as an older brother. Sasuki was lucky.

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Sixth Months Old

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In the span of weeks after Madara's outburst, Sasuki decided she liked Norio the best.

Norio was her second oldest brother, closest in age to Madara and was the one most like Itachi. Quiet, not speaking unless spoken too but she always saw the gentleness in his eyes. He was mature, much more so than Madara and he was even more of a prodigy than Madara.

Or, maybe, that thought was just stemmed from her distaste of Madara.

Norio taught her how to read and do things all by herself, basically, he was like her mother in this world. He never pushed her or talk baby-talk which irked her greatly.

This habit of baby-talking was the twins' doing. Izuna got the message once she spat in his face, but Kizuna continued annoying her. She disliked them the moment she saw how they acted. The other brother was Tsubasa, the one she also liked but he was far too protective even at such a young age. Combining him and Norio, she would get a perfect Itachi.

Almost. Because like her mother, no one could ever replace Itachi. Itachi who would slaughter their own clan and protect her, waited for her, urged her on and accepted her hate in place of love. Disgrace in place of honor, there was no one in this world like him.

She doubted any of her brothers (especially Madara) would ever do what Itachi did to protect her.

"It's disconcerting," Her sire was saying as he studied her, visage frowning and dark. "She shows no mannerisms of a normal infant. She doesn't babble nor does she talk."

"What are you implying, Chichi?" asked Norio rather calmly, burgundy eyes curious.

"She might... have some disabilities," At his sons' blank stares, Tajima sighed, elaborating, "She can't function like a normal person."

Sasuki was about to protest indignantly, she could so speak, but her tactical mind noted that if they thought she was a disabled child, she wouldn't be like the other women in this clan, stuck doing house chores and attending the men. If they believed her to be a mute, or a mentally challenged kid... that could actually be a great advantage. Surely they'd leave her alone if she proved herself to be useless to them.

-full circle-

"Your brother," started Butsuma Senju, a canyon creasing his brows as he sat at the dining table along with his sons and wife (he loved her for the fact that she managed to produce so many sons and all are capable, he could see). "is worrying me."

Naruto perked up, stopping his drooling all over Tobirama who was glaring at him, when he noticed his father's eyes on him and how his mother was smoothing his bangs and saving Tobirama from drowning in his drool. He stared at his father. "Da'?"

Butsuma's eyes narrowed. "Don't speak like that, pronounce the words properly, child. It is not befitting for a shinobi to have speech impediment." Naruto hummed noncommittally. But Tobirama not so subtly kicked him, a warning not to piss his father off anymore. It was one of his father's bad habit to slap people when they did something wrong, along with his underestimation of women; Naruto could just imagine Sasuki and Sakura or even Tenten and Temari storming up to his father and punch him for such a comment.

"Hai, Chichi."

"Back to the problem," Hashirama said cheerfully. "So what is Naru-chan's problem?" He patted the hair of golden halo for emphasis. Naruto scowled at the suffix but one glare from his father silenced whatever comment at the tip of his tongue.

"He's too advanced, don't you think?"

"You think it's wrong to be advancing? I wouldn't have known," pointed out Hashirama with a smile on his face as he plucked a piece of pork from the ready dish. He couldn't care less what his father had to say now. They rarely got the chance to eat meat, just vegetables from what his Mokuton can make, and he was going to savor the taste of meat as much as possible.

"Hashirama! Show some respect!"

"I do respect you, just, maybe you would wanna work out on your anger issues."

Naruto grinned while the rest of the family sighed, shaking their head and shielding their eyes when Butsuma reached over and slapped Hashirama on the mouth for his blatant disrespect again. It was an amusing sight, and when Naruto's observant eyes caught sight of the older man quirking his lips, he found it amusing too.

He was sure Sasuki was having as much fun. After all, the Uchiha Clan in this time wasn't dead yet. And there got to be some closet humor or coolness in the Uchihas right?

-full circle-

In contrary to Naruto's positive opinion, Sasuki was not having a fun time. When she did nothing to oppose her father's opinion of her being a disabled child, the fact spread among the clansmen like wildfire. Instantly, everyone watched out for her; every single fucking second someone was breathing down her neck, she couldn't spend her time to herself alone, waking or sleeping.

Tsubasa was the worst. He insisted he sleep with her, or she sleep with him so that he could protect her. In his poor and confused three-year-old mind, he managed to discern that somehow, his sister would be unable to defend herself and thus, needed him.

Sometimes—which was almost every time—Madara or Norio would poke their head in to check on them or tuck them in before bed. Madara made it clear that Sasuki would not be going anywhere without anyone looking and breathing down her neck. Apparently, the medical knowledge in this world was very poor as the doctor labeled her a patient of an unknown possibly new ailment. Useless. Truly, the people in the warring era were idiots in the aspects of medic; Sasuki saw many die from injuries that could easily be cured in her own timeline.

So this was the time before the advent of Chiyo of the Sand or Tsunade of the Leaf... well, no wonder so many people died. She grimaced at the thought that Naruto would be advanced enough in medical stuff, thus, lessening the deaths of the Senju Clan. But what could she do? She had close to none knowledge about healing, she specifically recruited Karin so that she had a medic nin nearby. Where was her team and allies anyway?

Suigetsu would most likely be with the Houzuki Clan in this era or back in their own era dying in war, or already under the effects of the Moon Eye Plan. Karin was the same, either with Uzumaki Clan or dead somewhere. The same with the rest of the attempting time-travelers. What about the clanless ones like Juugo, Sakura and Sai?

Sasuki didn't particularly care, unlike Naruto who must've been worrying his head off, she was just slightly concerned about Juugo. Kami knows he could barely control himself from killing.

A barely audible sigh escaped her lips. She would've done it loudly had Madara not been staring holes at her back as he practiced his shuriken crap. Sasuki glanced back at him with barely concealed distaste, approaching him but stopping at a fair distance and out of line from the pointy objects he was throwing.

He glanced at her, patting the spot next to him. "Sit," he said as he threw a hail of shurikens, all of them embedding on the post, bull's eye. "or, you don't understand an order like that?" He smirked meanly but it slipped when she stared at him. "Hey... don't tell you're like this when I tried to hit you back when you're in the crib." Now, Madara really looked concerned and guilty. Sasuki gloated, anything that inflicted Madara pain was her joy. "Did I hit you? Were you so shocked you lost your voice?" he placed a concerned hand on her head, ruffling her spiky black-blue hair. "I'm sorry."

Sasuki nearly gaped. Had she been a lesser person, perhaps she would have. Here was Uchiha fucking Madara apologizing to her, of all people! Shit, the world was really falling apart. They really need to hurry and get stronger and save the fucking world. Sasuki glanced contemplatively at the kunai laid by Madara's other side instead, reaching over his lap and taking one, purposefully cutting his skin when he made to grab it from her.

She nearly smirk when she saw his disgruntled expression.

"Give it back, Suki," he ordered, using the annoying pet name Tsubasa had given her, due to his poor pronunciation. "I mean it. Don't make me mad." Had Sasuki wanted to retort, she would've sneered and offer him a few vulgar remarks, dripping with venom and sarcasm. When he lunged, she pushed herself back with little grace in her stupid toddler body. She threw the kunai, missing its mark by a few centimeters.

Madara's eyes widened.

"Suki... you can... how did you?" He looked frustrated and had no little amount of jealousy displayed on his face. "Even I couldn't do that at your age! Did you learn by watching us train?" He looked expectantly at her, she stared back with a deadpanned expression until he face-palmed. "Oh, right, I forgot you're mute."

"...'Dara."

The boy glanced up sharply, his eyes widened in amazement. "What did you just say?"

Sasuki smirked, this time when she saw Madara's flabbergasted expression but she remained silent, choosing instead to finger his kunais and shurikens, she really need to get her accuracy under control. Soon, she assured herself, soon she'd be back at her old level, or maybe even stronger.

She couldn't wait to show her true colors, couldn't wait for the time to come where she'd slit Madara's throat and watch in pleasure as his Sharingan died along with his vibrant red eyes. Thinking about her supposed elder brother's death at her hands left Sasuki in a cheerful mood.

And when she turned back to see Madara, she offered him a bloodthirsty smile full of promises to kill.

Someday, she'd make him pay.

-full circle-

Uchiha Madara frowned, nursing the migraine in his head.

It was ridiculous, he was now an Edo Tensei summon, he shouldn't be experiencing such as pain. He rubbed his forehead, feeling the pain ringing behind his powerful eyes. Something tingled in his chest, a spark of warmth he hadn't felt in years. When was the last time he felt warmth? Felt joy and secure? Right, he recalled, in the past, back where he was with his siblings.

His brothers were easy to take care of but his mute, fey, sister always gave him multitude of troubles—

Stop. He blinked rapidly, dread rising in his chest, he didn't have a sister. Where did that thought come from?

He sprang to his feet, facing Obito who was eyeing the horizon, where the Shinobi Allied Forces had retreated into the night. "Where are the lost main forces? That Senju brat and my descendant?"

"That's the thing, you see," responded the scarred man. "They're gone. Along with the Kazekage and all the prized shinobis of their villages. I don't suppose they ran away." Something flickered in his eyes. "There's something going on. Something... foreboding."

"Elaborate."

"I don't recall meeting you in a dank cave," replied Obito, irritated and less than a tad frustrated with his memory predicament. He was so sure he'd met this creepy, shinigami reaper of Uchihas but his memory spotted a blank. "Yes, I remember when you were old but... I met you in a much more pleasant and brighter place than a cave. And my situation wasn't as painful as before. I bet that Kaka-teme had something to do with—"

He stopped himself, faintly noting that Madara was staring at him in what could be considered shock. What he'd called his old teammate had not been said in insult, more like a form of endearment from the days long past.

"Don't tell me they developed some sort of time-travel jutsu," spat Obito angrily, unable to believe that he'd be changed, gone was this him who'd finally realized the truth of life and back to that hopeless, idiotic boy with dreams of being Hokage and still saw the world in a bright light, still thought he was capable of changing things for the better. "No!"

"We have to do something."

"I surmise you have a plan?"

Madara smirked, confidence regaining in his eyes. "If I play the role of a loving brother, it wouldn't be long before one of them spills the secret. And when I have that memory in place," he tapped his forehead to emphasis. "I'll change it."

"Worst comes to worst, we'll be there to confront them."

-full circle-

Author's Note: As most of you have voted, Full Circle is posted first, so I hope you guys enjoy it but the poll is still on, which story next you want to read?

Also, I was wondering whether or not I would make Sasuki and Madara share a relation full of animosity or slowly, grudgingly, come to care about one another. Your opinion matters so don't be shy to voice this out.

Yeah, I know this prologue and first chap sounds barely serious and is quite humorous—well, this is the part before all the tragedy begins and I would like to concentrate on character development first.

And lastly, I know some of you are very touchy and prickly about the names. Like, Sasuki and Sasuke, some of you complained in my other FemSasu fic (where I named FemSasu Sasuke), that Sasuke is too masculine of a name. And some of you dislike replacing Sasuke's name even if he was turned into a girl.

I have a solution already, so don't bother pointing this out. If you check out my website, I'm sure you'd know what solution I'm offering.

Also, I'm in need of a beta reader. Any volunteers?

Right, my very long (the longest I've ever written) author note will end here. Remember to review, yeah!