Really shouldn't be writing a new tory now, but the heart wants what it wants! So here you go!
Disclaimer- I wanna own Itachi. Not Naruto! Even though he has the most amazing blue eyes of all blue eyes! No no. I want Itachi more. But I can't get either! *sobbing*
Hitomi Hyuga was born on 12 July, nearly in the middle of the decade long Third Shinobi War. Her birth had been unexpected and had put Hizashi under pressure as he was a frontline fighter. His daughter had almost been born without his knowledge had it not been for an unexpected injury that required a rehabilitation period of a month due to the seriousness of the injury. It was also due to the doctor at hand that saved the life of his daughter.
Hitomi Hyuga was a two days old when she first opened her eyes. It was also the time when she started thinking rationally-
Oh motherfucking shit-
-or maybe not so rationally-
Really? A God's fucking plaything? Asshole!
-and realized she had actually been reincarnated.
Again.
-x-
When she was born in the Narutoverse, she was not surprised. But she was suitably enraged. She didn't want to be reincarnated in the first place. She was happy in her first life. She had made peace with her unwelcome death, even though she had been very annoyed and sad at the loss of her friends and family. She had been loved. She was satisfied.
Unfortunately, she was born in the animated world of Attack on Titans. She had denied it until she had seen Eren, Mikasa and Armin sitting around a book and laughing. Or Eren and Armin laughing. She had multiple opportunities to approach them with ease. It was way too convenient. She became suspicious. Finally, when the attack in Shiganshina came, she was very conveniently beside a few guards who ushered her through the wall. Then she was placed beside them in the barracks when they went to sleep. When she chose to be a farmer, her name appeared as a recruit to the military. She really wanted to find out what was happening. She had made sure not to change anything in spite all the obvious chances to.
Every time she contemplated suicide, her lade wouldn't be there or there was something else she had to do to maintain the timeline. When she was thrown into the thick of the fight, she threw herself into the titans mouth, making sure that no one was supposed to die because of that titan. Thus began her acidic death by melting. Very painful.
Next time, she awoke as a baby. She was bored already. This time, she was born as Ron Weasley's twin sister. She killed herself as soon as she could when Ron was asleep and away.
After that, she was born as Rize's sister in Tokyo Ghoul. She learned how to fight and appeared decent. Then went and challenged a hotheaded and strong ghoul and died.
She learned few things that she could without changing the plot of anything major. After Tokyo Ghoul, she was thrown into different types of universe. But she had already adapted. She was always put near the main storyline in a way she could change things very easily and she was never a canon character.
It felt like a game. Her death no longer bothered her that much. And she had already developed a very high pain resistance. She was playing against the one who put her there. She hadn't slipped once. Till now, she had changed nothing that was important. In any universe.
Then she was put in the Naruto universe. As a Uzumaki. There was something different about that time. She was put nowhere close to the main cast line. Sure it was the warring states era, but she wasn't in the main Uzumaki family. She wasn't royalty. She didn't have the healing ability. She didn't have the chakra chains. She could barely use jutsu's. So she spent the lifetime in the most relaxed way. She learned from everyone and taught everyone. She enjoyed the fun loving violent Uzumaki clan and loved them all. Every last one of them. She knew no matter what, she wasn't going to live past Mito Uzumaki. She wasn't going to the main storyline. So why? Why was she born there?
The answer came easily when she died. She didn't experience the usual nausea. Or the experience of entering a new body. She was herself. Her body in the first life. Where she had seen anime and after her sudden death, she had fallen into different worlds.
I have yet to meet someone like you.
My eyes widened. Those words didn't echo mysteriously. It spoke of amusement and power. The actual words barely registered.
You have called me 'The Ultimate Observer' or 'God'.
"Do you have a preference?" She spoke with numb lips.
There was slight indifferent hm.
You have clung to your knowledge with persistence I have never seen in anyone. You claim to not remember events of your lives but knowledge, you cling to.
"Yes. I suppose you are right. I love knowledge."
I have given you knowledge. Now I ask that you entertain me with it. While your stubbornness has been amusing, it is no longer favorable.
"I'm not a plaything." There was a heavy silence.
Your world depends on if you shall entertain me sufficiently. I have done this for millennia, as I shall continue.
She understood. She nodded. But she didn't really get it. She was sent to another body. Thankfully, a female's. She didn't always get a female's body. She opened my eyes and looked up at pale bluish eyes. She looked back before giving a gummy grin and reaching up with her hands like children do.
"No way." She blinked in confusion. It sounded like the archaic Japanese in Narutoverse. Was she reborn there again? Is that what he meant when he said he had provided her with knowledge? Suddenly it didn't sound as bad. Before she realized what she saw. She looked at the man's eyes and her eyes widened with realization.
Hyuga.
Well, fuck.
She really hoped it was some kind of caretaker from the Hyuga clan and she wasn't an actual member. That would suck.
"Hizashi? Your daughter…"
Daughter? She kind of felt slightly hysterical. Her father was Hizashi? She had never had parents after her own world. Never. Now, she had both her parents. But one was fated to die. Fated? What a Neji-word. Fuck. That's what he wanted! She had connected to the Uzumaki. Loved and felt loved. Now she had a chance to gain it for a whole lifetime. A father. If not a mother. She wanted that. She wanted parents so badly. But she was in that thing against 'God' wasn't she? But he said he would destroy her world if she didn't 'entertain' him. He wanted her to change things. Could she?
She saw the shocked eyes of her father. Saw as they turned loving and as he gently held her. She didn't have the strength to fight against that love that he showered so willingly, on her. She felt pinpricks of tears and she yawned and fell asleep in the big arms of her biological father after centuries and tens of worlds.
-x-
She made a mental list of things to help with while she woke up in her crib. If she had to change, she might as well try her best to change as much as she could. She had been here for a few months and she knew the Third Shinobi War was going on. She knew her father would survive it and her mother was weak and bedridden. She knew her aunt, Hinata's mother participated in the war efforts though. She knew they would both die and she couldn't do anything.
She could try to save Obito but she would rather try to save him during the war. But she needed something. She needed to stop him from putting the effort to kill her. A weak spot for her. He would be in that mission when she was three years old. She would be around five years old when the Kyubi was released and-
Shit. Shit. She would be five during the Kyubi attack, and so was Itachi. Fuck. She was Itachi's age group. She let out a breath and ignored her pink cheeks and concentrated on what she had to do.
Anyway, so she had two years to get in Obito's good books. He was an Uchiha too. God. That would be troublesome. She needed to find Obito anytime. She didn't have Hyuga eyes though. Yeah. That was what the mini-freak out when she opened her eyes was about. While it was better she didn't have it, she wasn't sure what would happen. The juinjutsu was more about control than about the eyes. But she could cancel it out if she saw it. After all, she studied fuuinjutsu for a century under the Uzumaki clan. She invented shit like no one else. She had unparalleled prowess in fuuinjutsu. There was no one who could beat her in fuuinjutsu. Specially with the Uzumaki all dead.
Except Kushina. She shook her head. She wasn't going to think of that. She wasn't sure she could save them. She needed a way to replenish the life force of the Uzumaki clan. Take it from someone else? Sage mode? She couldn't experiment! Orochimaru? Shit. She wasn't going there.
But it could save Kushina! Maybe even Minato. She needed to invent something that could hold a bijuu down. Something that could hurt it. Shit. Shit.
She breathed in deeply. She didn't need a panic attack in the morning. Okay. So she needed chakra. Maybe she could train herself into becoming a sensor type. So access chakra.
How? She thought back to her first lifetime. She loved reading fanfictions. She was so glad those actually came in handy. All those crossovers and animes and tiny things about the plots that thousands of people thought of. Those were the things that let her live as long as she could without changing the plot. She knew the plot that well because of those awesome fanfiction authors who were so good with ideas! She sent a silent thanks to them before asking for forgiveness for stealing their ideas.
She relaxed her body and meditated. She had done it before. It helped her arrange her thoughts and calm her down. She also knew how to access her whatever-power-she-had-that-lifetime. But that slight niggling wasn't there. Her chakra was totally closed off. There wasn't even a peak. She calmed the slight panic that came when she thought about being like Lee. She wasn't sure she could do that. And what use was fuuinjutsu without chakra? She dug in deeper and deeper.
She faintly thought something about undeveloped coils before she felt-
-something-
-shitsomethingiswrong-
-started with pinpricks-
-painburningpower-
-before pain kept piling up and up and up and-
-shewasgonnapassout-
-shit-
She felt her vocal cords ripping as she screamed on and on and on.
