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Four years later, Destiny has become the center of the Uchiha family. She follows her brothers constantly. Whenever Itachi returns from an ANBU mission, Destiny waits near the entrance of the compound. The moment she sees him, she runs toward him with both arms raised. “Itachi!” He removes his ANBU mask and catches her. “You should be asleep.” “I waited.” “It’s after midnight.” “I wasn’t tired.” She yawns against his shoulder. Itachi carries her inside. “You’re falling asleep.” “No, I’m not.” “You closed your eyes.” “I’m resting them.” Sasuke spoils her just as much. One afternoon, Destiny climbs onto his bed while he is reading. “Sasuke?” “No.” “But I didn’t ask anything.” “You’re holding my sword.” She slowly lowers the sheathed weapon. “I was bringing it to you.” “It was beside me.” “It got lost.” Sasuke takes the sword from her before pulling her into his lap. “You’re not allowed to touch weapons.” “When can I train?” “When you’re older.” “I’m four.” “That isn’t older.” “It’s older than three.” Sasuke has no response to that. Naruto and the others visit the Uchiha home frequently. Naruto allows Destiny to climb onto his back. Sakura checks her small injuries whenever she plays too roughly. Hinata teaches her to make flower crowns, and Kakashi brings her picture books. Shikamaru claims Destiny is troublesome but lets her nap beside him. Choji shares his snacks, Kiba lets her pet Akamaru, and Ino brushes her hair. Gaara, Temari and Kankuro also adore her. Destiny likes holding Gaara’s hand because his sand catches her whenever she trips. “You don’t have to watch every step she takes,” Temari tells him. Gaara’s sand lifts Destiny over a puddle. “She could have fallen.” “It was an inch deep.” Destiny looks up at Gaara. “I could’ve drowned.” Gaara nods seriously. “Exactly.” Temari stares at them. “You’re both impossible.”