Sharingan activation (Flashback, P)

(Hated writing this so much, it's so terrible DX but it has the required word count, so I kept it)

Hasashi was only six years only when he developed his Sharingan, though no one would find out about it for a couple of years. His parents had made sure of that, his father using a Genjutsu to make him forget having it because he was worried Hasashi would tell his friends about it. Rokuro would feel terrible about committing such an act for much of his life, but he felt it had been necessary.

Hasashi’s grandmother, whom he had been fairly close to, had passed away a few days before it had activated. It was his father’s mother, an Uchiha who in her youth had been known as a powerful kunoichi. She had lived fairly close to Hasashi and his parents, and had often talked with Hasashi about her glory days. She always gave Hasashi her support, and did her best to make sure she was happy. Other than his parents, Hasashi trusted and loved her more than anyone else.

Hasashi had known that his grandmother had been ill, but she was old so to him that was normal. His parents hadn’t told him how bad of shape his grandmother was in, her telling them she didn’t want to see the poor boy worrying about her. It wasn’t until Hasashi was taken out of school, to have a few last words with his grandmother that he found out just how sick she was.

Hasashi walked into the hospital, dressed in a small T-shirt and shorts. His hair was extremely short when he was 6, and it was nearly impossible to see that his hair would one day be very spiky. His grandmother was in a bed, in a room with a couple of other members of Hasashi’s family standing near her.

She smiled when she saw her grandson approach, beckoning him closer to her and telling everyone she wanted a word alone with him. Everyone nodded and left, though some were more hesitant than others. They were all worried about her, they knew she didn’t have much longer before she passed away. But Hasashi was her grandson, the child of her only son Rokuro, so they respected her wish and left the room.

“Hey there, Hasashi. How was school? They teach you anything good?” his grandmother said with a cough, lifting her hand slowly to cover her mouth. She looked rather sickly, worse than Hasashi had ever seen her before. “Are you going to be enrolling into the Ninja Academy soon? You’ll make a great ninja one day, I just know it.”

Hasashi stood next to the bed, not knowing what to do, “Gra..grand ma? What’s happening? You look really sick.”

She smiled, and reached her hand out to her grandson. He held it with both of his small hands, each one wrapping around a finger, “Don’t worry Hasashi, I’m just too old is all. You’ll understand when you are older. Right now.. you’re just young an innocent.”

Hasashi gripped his grandmother’s hands tighter, “Mom and dad… they said that this would probably be the last time I got to speak with you. Tell me what did they mean? Are you going somewhere?” even as he spoke the words, it was obvious that the young boy did in fact know the true meaning of what his parents had meant. Tears welled up in his eyes, and began to fall down onto his cheeks.

His grandmother’s smile disappeared, and she looked at Hasashi with a very sad expression on her face, “I’m sorry boy, I wish that I could stay. I wanted to see you become a shinobi, I wanted to see how great you will be. Because I know you will be great.” She said, her voice possessing a sad tone, as well as a somber one. She was being completely serious, she believed her grandson would be a great person one day, and they she would be forced to miss it.

“I wish, that… that… that I could save you. It’s not fair! I need you grandma, you can’t leave me!” Hasashi did all he could to not scream the words, not wanting to hurt his grandmother with his voice. Tears fell more rapidly form his eyes, his hands shaking even as they still clung onto his grandmother’s fingers.

A smile came back to his grandmother’s face, though she still looked sad, “I know, baby. I’m sorry. But I think it is about my time. Do not worry about me though, I’ll be fine. I’ll make sure to watch over you also, make sure you aren’t doing anything naughty. You’ll be good though, I know you will. You’re a good kid, a very good kid. I think, one day maybe, you’ll use that goodness to change the world.” She reached out her other hand, and managed to pat him on the head lightly.

“So, I heard one of your cousins told you, about the fuss that was made over you when you were born? I just want you to know, that even if you don’t develop the Rinnegan, which half of the family seems convinced you will get, I will still love you. You don’t need any special eyes to be a great shinobi, that includes the Sharingan too. All you need if a good heart, and a good brain.” His grandmother coughed a few times, removing her hand from Hasashi’s grasp.

She coughed a few times, each one sounding worse than the last. Hasashi could only watch, panicked and thinking that it would be the end. But eventually the coughing subsided, and his grandmother sank back into her bed, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you. As I was saying though, darling, you don’t need any of the bloodline traits that you might possess, be it the Sharingan of our clan, the mokuton of your mothers, or the Rinnegen that spawned both clans. Did your parents ever tell you that I didn’t even activate my Sharingan until I was in my 30’s? It wasn’t because I was weak, it was because I didn’t need it until than. To tell you the truth actually, I activated it when I was a little bit older than you are now. I just never used it for anything. I never found a worthy opponent until I was in my prime.”

She had a devious smile on her face, looking at the door for a moment. “Don’t tell your parents, or anyone else, about that though. It’ll just be our little secret. Not hat it matters though, I just enjoy having them think something that isn’t true. It’s rather fun.” she chuckled as she said that, also shrugging somewhat in her bed. The display seemed to take a lot out of her though, as she quickly went back to laying down normally.

Hasashi nodded, though he cared little about what sort of powers he would have one day. At least at that moment anyway. He just wanted his grandmother to be okay, he wanted her to get better. “I wish I was a medical nin or something, then I could save you grandma. I could help you get better and you’d be fine.” His voice shook as he spoke.

She shook her head, trying to smile again as he said that, “Oh, but the other medical nin have tried, and there’s nothing that can be done. This old bag of bones is going to be going soon. Please, don’t worry to much when I’m gone. I’ll be alright.”

After that the rest of the family came back in, Rokuro putting his hand on his sons shoulder. His grip was firm, but not bone crushing. Hasashi didn’t look on his father’s face, but is he did he would have noticed a tear going down his face.

It took another hour for Hasashi’s grandmother to pass, the whole family waiting and watching as it happened. A few of the other kids broke down crying, but the adults stood tall, knowing that she would have wanted them to keep strong. Tears streamed down Hasashi’s face, though he did not make any noise. He just watched as life left this grandmother’s body, until there was nothing left but the shell.

A few minutes after she passed, the family made their way out of the room, many of the kids still crying and their parents doing their best not to do the same. Hasashi’s grandfather lingered at the door, looking back at his wife’s corpse once last time, before closing the door.

He seemed even sadder than everyone else, his hand shaking as he let go of the door knob to her room. He left the hospital quietly, a blank expression on his face. Everyone seemed to watch him leave, even Hasashi and the other kids. It made them all a bit sadder, knowing that their grandfather was going to be alone now without his wife.

There was some talk about the funeral, the parents getting together and trying to figure out when everyone could show up, and didn’t have important missions or anything like that. Some of the family had jobs other than being shinobi as well, and they had to figure out when they could have a day off. Hasashi ignored all of this, continuing to silently cry through out the conversation.

It didn’t take long fortunately, and after it was finished everyone went home, Hasashi and his parents left to go home, school was still in session but Hasashi was in no fit state to return to class. Tears continued to fall down his face, and he shook as he walked with his parents. His mother held his hand as they walked, trying to find a way to comfort the young boy. She told him his grandmother was in a better place, and that now she wouldn’t be hurting as bad as she had when she was alive. Hasashi only nodded, not saying anything back to his mother.

Hasashi went up to his room when they got home, and sat on his bed for quite some time. He stopped crying, though he began to stare blankly at a wall. His parents came in a few times to check on him, but he didn’t move. Eventually the two sat next to him on the bed, and began to try and talk to him. But for a few minutes, he just sat there and did nothing.

Eventually Rokuro kneeled in front of his son, and told him to look him in the eyes. The boy turned his gaze onto his father, revealing crimson eyes with a single tomoe upon each one. His father looked at the boy with surprise, “You.. you.. you have the Sharingan?”

If Hasashi had found that out at any other time, he would have been happy, he would have been excited. But at the moment, the only thought that came to his mind was his grandmother talking about how he wouldn’t need it. The boy only shrugged, and resumed staring off at the wall.

Both of his parents left the room for awhile, and began talking about what they should do. Yes, at that moment Hasashi didn’t care about his Sharingan, but what about later? What if he told people he had it? The two were very worried. Rokuro came up with an idea though, what if they altered his memories? On top of being a Taijutsu specialist, Rokuro was also good with Genjutsu, and could even alter people’s memories to a small extent. He believed he was capable enough to manipulate the last few minutes of Hasashi’s memory.

So Rokuro entered the room once more, and told Hasashi to look at him again. The boy looked at his father, who activated his own Sharingan as the boy turned his head. One tomoe met three for a moment as they locked eyes, but then the three tomoe began to swirl, and Hasashi fell over, landing with his head on the pillow. He fell unconscious, and his memories of the last few minutes were practically gone. He no longer remembered that he had activated his Sharingan.

2014

(Tomoe 1 activated)

Approved.