The Opposite Uchiha (Naruto Fanfiction)

A nice day turns cold

Yukine is three-years-old

Yukine Pov

"Mama," I murmured timidly, with my slightly girlish sounding voice. Breaking her out of her unfocused stare at the wall. She looks at me blinking, I fidget very nervously to ask my question. "Why does father hate me? Did I do something wrong?"

She opens and closes her mouth, sighing in exhaustion, "He went through some things on his missions, ....and now he hates reminders.....yeah, ...um....and....he had a hard time coping with the trauma."

I listened intently, my three-year-old mind soaking in the information completely. Nodding my head, she sighed in relief, I don't know why, but maybe she was relieved to get the truth off her shoulders?

"Taidaima~," My older brother's voice rings out playfully, my eyes sparkled, and a blinding smile lights up my face, much to mom's amusement. "Hello, my little snow owl~"

"Aniki, you're here!!" I shouted, thrilled to see my brother back from his mission it got pretty lonely under the scrutiny of father's hateful eyes on me, "welcome home!"

"It's good to be home, Otouto," I ran towards my brother with thundering footsteps, leaping into his open arms. Both of us fall to the floor, our loud laughter reaching our father's ears. His demanding footsteps descended from the stairs, with a sour smile in place upon seeing me. "What did I miss while I was gone?"

"Ummm...Oh! I want to show you something I did!" I climb onto my feet, pulling my brother up in the process, just to sprint away past an irritated father upstairs; But Shishi-Nii easily kept up with my small steps. "It's something really cool!"

His brother smiled at how cute I am, he just wants to squeeze and poke my rosy cheeks, the pitter-patter of footsteps stopped in front of the bathroom door. He lifts an eyebrow before a teasing smile shows up.

"I'm very proud of you, Yukine," Even at my befuddled expression, he continues despite the unease I felt. "You're very relieved that you don't have to wear those anymore, huh?"

"Nii-chan...what are you talking about...?" the little pale boy, queried with a bit of a cute pout, his brother was teasing him again. And when he does tease him it was never anything that doesn't cease to embarrass you in the end.

"What? You didn't want to show me your poop?" it took a few seconds before he fully processed what Shisui said, and when he did, let's just say, the little toddler put Tinkerbell to shame with how much he burned his face red.

"No no no NO! That's not it!?" Yukine sputtered out he had already potty-trained himself. He did not need to show someone his feces to his brother no less. Especially not with how much of a blather mouth his brother is. He once told his brother about frightened he was about his moving wiener, and now their entire family knows. Not just mom, father, and his brother but his entire clan.

He couldn't bring himself, to show up to the Uchiha playpen outside, due to the humiliation and mortification the clan has said to me. The other kids refused to play with me simply because their families forbid them, from being next to an embarrassment like me.

Not even the desperate apologies of my brother helped me cope with the situation, and it was a sore subject to me and my family. The clan alienated themselves even further from us than before, many refuse to talk or be seen with us.

Thus causing a wrench between me and my parents, but my brother.

My mother thinks I can't understand the cold distant look on her face every time she looks my way, and pretend to care with an artificial love for me. My father is no different in that sense either, he never shows me any love only anger, hate, and shame for my very existence. My brother is the only one who's shown me, the love I've been deprived of from our parents.

Before my brother could say something else embarrassing I pull him into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. My older brother watches as I move to the middle of the room, and stretch out my arms in front of me with my palms open. And to the shock and disbelief of my brother, snow forms in mid-air and the small boy makes it swirl around, and circle around him, like a torrent of water.

"Isn't it cool, nii-chan? It's very pretty isn't it?" The six-year-old nods with his jaw-dropping, as the room, fills up with snow. Snowflakes fall around them from an invisible cloud. Shisui reaches down to touch the soft, cold blanket of snow on the floor of the bathroom. He cuffs his hands to form a snowball, chucking it at the unsuspecting Yukine, who's building a snowman. "Owie, why you do that?"

"Game On!" I retaliate by forming hundreds of snowballs in the air, my brother pales at this, but determination fills in his eyes. He swiftly dodges most of the snow but not all of them, he was doing well too. he's now shivering in place, when the snow touched him, thus making him open for more attacks on him. "And I'm the best! I win!"

Shisui gives me a chittering smile, and I warmed him up by taking away the cold from his body, surprising him again. From there we built a snowman who Shisui-nii named, Tachi-chan, had more snowball fights, and made a fort named fort fart.

Our laughter reached the occupants downstairs, who were in a heated argument, with the usual topic of Yukine. The woman and man paused to investigate the situation upstairs, in the end finding the situation bizarre when they opened the bathroom door.

It was like they were in the middle of snow country, there were about seven inches of snow on top of the floor of the bathroom. The walls and the mirror were covered in frost and icicles, while snow and flakes fell from the ceiling.

"What is the meaning----?!" Father shouted. Me and Shisui-nii froze like spooked deer in the middle of a snowball fight, a snowball flew inside his opened mouth. We watched as father's turned into an ugly red color, and steam poured out of his ears, he growls, "You... explain."

He jabs his finger at me, with a scowl on his face, I gulp as I tried to come up with a response. It felt as though there was sand in my mouth. Shisui-nii was dragged away from me protesting, by our mother. The two adults shared the same bitter cold looks, as mother hid my brother behind her as If I was gonna hurt him.

I flailed my hands around trying to disperse the tense atmosphere, not even Shisui-nii opened his mouth to speak. But it was futile and only resulted in his father's fingers twitching towards his kunai. "Father, It's snow that I created it is my power! Please I mean no harm to ---"

Father backhanded me into the bathroom wall, black spots appeared in my vision, Shisui-nii let out a horrified gasp. Father turned to leave with mother, who forced a fighting Shisui to go with them. Before he completely left father stopped in his tracks and spoke in a menacing voice,

"You were never my son, she was never your mother, he was never your brother. You are nothing but an outsider, you're not an Uchiha... you're just a stain on this family... on this clan. Do us a favor... disappear... you're not welcomed. If you choose to stay you'll get nothing in return...you'll be nothing but a lapdog...a slave."

I passed out after he slammed the door behind him, with nothing but tears leaking out from my eyes. That was the last time they spoke to me, including Shisui-nii, which hurt me even more severely, than any abuse his parents gave me. With nowhere else to turn to, that was the day I became a slave to them and the clan.