Waking up soaked in water wasn't how I expected to start my day. Yet, here I was. Wait a second. Why was I soaked in water? My vision cleared, and I found myself near a river, or maybe a lake? I didn't recognise the place.
As I looked around, I almost missed the red-haired child lying on the ground.
'Who the hell is she?' I thought, my gaze drawn to her.
As I approached, I realised my body felt… wrong. Unfamiliar. It wasn't mine. I lifted my hands to examine them, and they were small, childlike. No, these were the hands of a child.
A flood of memories assaulted my head. Unfamiliar memories. Itachi? Uchiha? Naruto? Mom? I gripped my head as the memories crashed over me. The pain lessened as I looked at my hands.
I am Uchiha Sasuke.
With that realisation, a sharp pain erupted in my eyes.
Blood streamed down my face, dripping onto my hands.
Drip. Drip.
"I-Itachi did this for Konoha? Itachi… best brother? Itachi, Itachi, Mom? Father? Death? Why, why did you do it? No, don't die."
The words poured out of me, nonsensical at first. But then, a thought pierced through the chaos: Itachi did nothing wrong? Am I a character in an anime? Am I real? Do I have any control?
These were my last thoughts as Uchiha Sasuke.
A six-pointed hexagram bloomed in my eyes.
After a while, the bleeding stopped. Despite the shock, I went to the water's edge to see my eyes.
As I neared the water, a new thought struck me: Why am I a pawn? Playing someone else's game, used as a disposable pawn? I want to control my own destiny, not just myself, but others too.
What I saw shocked me. "The Mangekyou Sharingan," I muttered, staring at the hypnotising blood-red eyes.
Six-pointed hexagram pattern, huh? I still have the Sharingan.
A hideous grin spread across my face as I stared at my reflection.
Suddenly, a realisation: The rain has stopped. Kakashi could arrive any moment. I quickly washed my face and ran towards Orochimaru's base with all my strength.
As I ran, I muttered, "Going back would do me more harm than good."
Thoughts swirled in my head: Why me? Why, out of eight billion people, did I have to become this miserable character? No, why do I have to be this worthless guy?
My thoughts spiralled as I ran and ran and ran.
Finally, I stopped to catch my breath. The weight of the memories was overwhelming. After the storm subsided, I gained a new identity.
I am not Uchiha Sasuke, nor am I Alan from Earth. I am a fusion of both, a completely new entity.
Even with this realisation, the emotions continued to bubble inside me. I fell to the ground, tears streaming down my face. I slammed my hands against the earth as hard as I could. Dirt rose in the air. I continued to hit the ground, and a small crater formed in a few minutes.
After a while, I calmed down. My legs felt heavy, as if a mountain pressed against my shoulders. Shakingly, I walked towards Orochimaru's base, seeking power. Yes, power to be unopposed, to control others, instead of being a pawn forever.
As I thought this, I realised I was nearing Orochimaru's base. I took a deep breath and walked towards the entrance near the cave.
As I searched for the entrance, I felt stronger, nearly a dozen times stronger. My chakra reserves were around eight times that of normal, which was insane. If I was right, soul fusion increased it by two times, and the Mangekyou Sharingan increased it by four times.
Now I have around eight times Kakashi's chakra. In my previous world, people underestimated my chakra reserves. In the Final Valley, I used Chidori three times, and my chakra control was worse than Kakashi's. If I had Kakashi's chakra control, I could have used Chidori over four times, which is equal to what Kakashi could do.
So, as a thirteen-year-old, I had as much chakra as Kakashi. People underestimate the Uchiha clan's chakra reserves because they have insane abilities. The Uchiha clan was the only clan in the canon with a statement of high chakra reserves.
The Senju clan had no canon statement of high chakra reserves, and the Uzumaki were stated to have powerful chakra instead of vast chakra reserves. Although the Uzumaki and Senju clans have a Sage body, meaning high chakra reserves, only the Uchiha clan has a statement in the manga stating they have high chakra reserves.
And no statement states that the Uchiha clan has lower chakra reserves than the Senju clan. For more proof, Madara and Hashirama fought for over three days, and they were equally exhausted. Madara used Susanoo, while Hashirama used Wood Style. There is no statement stating that Wood Style takes more chakra than Susanoo, a chakra construct.
Wait, why am I defending the Uchiha so much? Am I becoming prideful? No, it's my clan. Of course, I'd be proud. Uhh, why are these thoughts forming in my head? Deep breaths, Sasuke, deep breaths, calm down.
After some time, I found the entrance. "Haah," I exhaled as I stepped closer. Kabuto was near the entrance.
Kabuto came forward with a smile. "So, you finally arrived, Sasuke-kun. Lord Orochimaru has been waiting for you."
I looked him dead in the eyes and said in a monotone voice, "Lead the way." I had to appear emotionless to avoid seeming like someone else. Well, because I am not the real Sasuke, I am the fusion of Uchiha Sasuke and Alan from Earth, but my personality from Earth, 'AAAAAAAh', is fucking talkative.
I mentally sighed as I arrived in a dark room. A dark figure sat in a chair. He had green hair, and most of his face was covered with bandages. He appeared to be the dark boss who does all the bad things. Wait, he does a lot of bad things. His image really fits. I nodded mentally as I seriously thought about it.
"You took your time coming here, huh?" he said, standing from his chair.
"Was that blond child really such a big deal?" he asked, walking towards me, his eyes meeting mine.
"He was nothing but a nuisance; if I wanted, I could have killed him," I said, meeting his intense gaze with my hollow eyes that seemed to have an endless abyss in them.
He then went to a dark hallway. Kabuto followed him, and so did I. As I followed him, I noticed dozens of people behind bars. They didn't seem to have a shred of hope in their eyes.
As I gazed at the inmates, he seemed to notice me, even without turning back, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He then said with his creepy laugh, "KuKuku Sasuke-kun, you're the chosen human."
"It doesn't matter how; give me power."
Orochimaru seemed offended by my words, turning to glare at me. Kabuto seemed startled, showing concern and coming closer to me.
He said in a low voice, "Even though his form is different, that is Orochimaru-sama in front of you. If you don't want to die, you should watch your mouth."
This only resulted in me glaring at him, my chakra oozing out. He seemed startled, stepping back, astonished at my chakra potency. 'The strength of his chakra… What the hell… Monster.' These were the only words Kabuto could think of.
My chakra is now darker than ever. Even Sasuke at the start of Shippuden wouldn't have this strong chakra.
My gaze turned back to Orochimaru, only to see a face that didn't seem to have a shred of rationality.
'...Yes… My future is in this child.' Orochimaru thought, looking at me. Not realising that it is not me who is the prey, but it's him.
It doesn't matter what needs to be, it doesn't matter what method I take; I have to get power. No matter how much I try to deny it. It is true now.
I am Sasuke Uchiha.
For revenge, right? A deep confusion flashed in my eyes because of this thought, but I quickly dismissed it. Now I need a power existential crisis will come later. As my hands clenched and my determination flashed in my eyes.