Uchiha Rokuro |Sharingan|First Tomoe;;

The frigid morning air pierced through the blanket that was covering the child. His eyes slowly opened and took focus to see that he was once again within the Jimusho of the Hokage. Rather, the house of his father. Due to his past, this was his place of residence after all. He closed them again, whimpering into his pillow as he muffled a light cry, wishing things would go back to normal and this was all a bad dream. Even now, two years after his family had been killed and he had been saved by the Hokage, he still had wishes that things would become as they once were with his father, mother and sister all still alive. As the tears died down and his eyes began to dry, he wiped them onto his sleeve as he rolled out of the bed and stood up on the ground. Looking around, he could easily tell the maids had already been through here and done their job this morning. That told him it was at least past eight in the morning, so he was going to have to skip his shower to make it to work on time.

He bent down and rushed forward, throwing on his jacket once more. Sliding down the hallway path with just socks on, it made it kind of fun to be honest. He smiled and laughed a child's laugh; that innocent and naive laugh that you couldn't find anywhere else. The boy stopped when he got to the desk and sat down, straightening out his paper work. Picking up a tool to write with, he began to write things down out of memory. The same old boring stuff; time started, who's visited, all that. Just as he put the pen down, the door opened and someone walked in. They saw him there and knew he wasn't the Hokage.

"Where's the damn Hokage?" The man spoke up. He was a greasy and big man to say the least. Even from as far away as he was, Rokuro could see the crumbs and pieces of food in his long brown beard. Just from look, Rokuro would stay away from this kind of person. But as his job was what it was, that wasn't an option. He took a breath in, responding to the gruff, greasy man.

"I'm afraid the Hokage isn't available at the moment. But, you can give me you--" He was interrupted by the man throwing his hands up and scoffing. It was visible that he was irritated both in his actions and the fact that he simply barged right into the Jimusho.

"I didn't freaking ask if he was available. I asked where he was." He spoke, pointing a finger to Rokuro. "So take your blind ass and go find him. Now." he spoke louder, as if to threaten Rokuro. Playing along, Rokuro cringed back at the word blind. He figured that he would take advange of that man's foolishness.

"That's just cruel, sir.. there's no need to point out my blindness." he looked truly sincere with his statement, as if to give off a 'Why would you do that' sense. The man walked even closer, slamming his hands down on the desk. Rokuro responded by grabbing his wrists and twisting them, walking around the side of the desk with his eyes closed. "Just for your reference, I'm not blind." He twisted the man's wrists more and placed them behind him, walking towards the door. A woman opened it and watched as Rokuro forced the greasy man out of the Jimusho.

After having walked back to the desk and relaxing for a few minutes, Rokuro received another guest. This woman was far more polite, understanding that the Hokage was unavailable and would be soon enough. She gave him the information he needed and then took her leave. Every other guest from that moment onwards did the same, up until he heard a commotion from downstairs. Knowing his Otosan would be awake, he wrote the time he left and walked out the door.

The light was starting to fade from Konoha. Night time was dawning as day time fled. The child walked towards the city gates, slipping right out of them. There wasn't any immediate danger as far as anybody else knew, and no one knew that he actually lived over at the Jimusho. While Kaijuu Ketsueki may have been his adopted father, no one was aware of that, either. He did his best to conceal his past and his present, even though he didn't look like the kind of person who would do that.

Walking through the outside of Konoha to get some fresh air away from the village, he arrived at the outside gates to the Shi no Mori. Looking at it, he had a conflicting inner thought. Part of him was dying to see the inside of it and enter, while another part was scared and didn't think he'd survive. The rest of him was kind of in between, but he wasn't going to risk entering it. Turning around, he felt a heavy fist clock directly with his jaw, knocking him to the floor.

He brought his hand up to it trying to realize if that actually just happened. Looking to see where it came from, the tip of a foot did the same thing, hitting him in between the eyes and knocking him unconscious. As he lay there limp, a familiar greasy body picked him up by his shirt and threw him over the fence into the Shi no Mori. As he flew threw the air, he regained his state of mind just in time to fall flat on his face on the inside of the fences. Opening his eyes, he knew very well where he was.

A loud shriek was heard from within the area. He stepped back, too scared to go forward but too scared to go back. He was stuck right there, unsure of what to do. He knew who it was that threw him in here and would definitely have his Otosan take care of him.. assuming the child lived. He swallowed the saliva that accumulated in his mouth and looked around, eyes shimmering to show both innocence and fear. Just then, a large creature jumped out from the forest and stared at him. He froze even more. The upper lip of the creature steadily rose, revealing many rows of sharp teeth within its mouth. It snarled, crouching down and getting ready to pounce. Closing his eyes for a minute, he reached and took hold of the katana by his side. Seeing the movement, the creature tilted its head. It then reared back even more, still staring at Rokuro.

He swallowed again, hearing the creature snarl as it pounced. In one fluid motion, his katana came from its sheathe and hit the beast square in its head, causing it to roar in pain. As he brought the blade closer to inspect it, he saw the chip in it. Muttering a curse under his breath, he turned around to see the creature pounce again. Though he attempted to flip his sword into its mouth, the creature's pounce was too quick this time. It bit into his arm, but couldn't get a grip before he slid out. It had done minimal damage, but it was too his primary hand. He was bleeding and breathing heavily as he watched the creature. There had to be a way to get out of this alive. But then again, he was already well aware that he'd have to kill this beast. Closing his eyes to think for a second, it seemed as though all of time stopped.

He was in a dark area, and his arm wasn't bleeding. All he could see was his own body, as well as another version of his own body. It was as though that version was a negative of his body as though it were a picture, but he wasn't sure why. It was like this entity he saw was the exact opposite of him in every way. The figure in front of him opened his eyes to reveal the sharingan within them, to an extent that was of three tomoe. He stared in awe, knowing what it meant. What he was seeing was his future self, if he were able to live. His subconscious had been trying to deny it, but he had to awaken the sharingan within his blood to survive this.

As he thrust his eyes open, he focused on the creature, It shrieked loudly, hurting his ears as it lunged towards him. The pale blue of his eyes shifted to a deathly red and a tomoe faded into view as he pushed back a small amount. Flipping backwards, he placed his foot underneath the chin and pulled it, pushing once it was over him to flip the creature onto its back. Then, by jumping up, he slammed the katana into the stomach of the creature and twisted it, cutting it mortally. It shrieked again, falling dead. Breathing heavily, Rokuro didn't take a change by staying there any longer. He turned towards the fence and ran at it, jumping as high as he could and simply climbing over the rest.

As he landed, he began to run back to the village. Still breathing heavily, he could feel the blood dripping from his arm onto the ground as he ran as fast as he could. Arriving at the village gates, with his sharingan still activated, the Uchiha boy went straight to the hospital. He had them patch up his arm before returning to the Jimusho.

"There you are, Rokuro." his Otosan spoke. Cringing at the voice, he turned and hid his arm, smiling innocently.

"Sorry, I just needed some fresh air sir." By the way that Ketsueki was looking at him, he could tell that the Hokage already knew what happened.

"You need not lie. The man who did it has already been detained. Just go get some rest, Roku." Rokuro cringed again, but looked at him apologetically. He muttered the words 'yes sir' in a low tone before progressing to his room. He began to think about the sharingan and that he possessed it. He was aware of his being an Uchiha, but not every Uchiha could unlock it. He was glad he was one of the ones who could then, smiling as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.