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01 – The Broken Future and Reincarnation
Prologue 1 – The Broken Future
I cannot help but feel giddy inside.
The power coursing into me, the limitless, all-encompassing power, it is too sweet, too fabulous, too wonderful to describe simply with mere mortal words. It is simply too divine to be tainted with mortal's pathetic words.
Everything is too bright.
The silvery white chakra has blinded me as the incomprehensible amounts of chakra entering my chakra coil.
I can feel something changed in me.
What is that? My mortality? My power? My status as human? I do not know. I simply know I change, transcend into new plane of existence. It feels like nothing can touch me that I am too high for them to reach.
When the glow from the silvery white energy dims slowly, I can see the cursed world, forsaken by arrogant gods in heaven above. Dozens of thousands Shinobi are watching at me in wonderment, wariness, and other myriad of emotions, through the red haze of Shisekyōjin (Lit: Four Red Yang Formation) I have installed beforehand. Not even multiple Bijūdama (Lit: Tailed Beast's Ball) can bypass this Kekkai (Lit: Barrier).
Though they wear six different style of battle garments, they share one similarity—they are the brave warrior who fight against the impossible for their future.
As the silvery white glow clears away around me, I can feel a new connection with nine pseudo-living things, which are floating behind my back. Gudō Dama (Lit: Truth-Seeking Ball), the proof I have attained my most coveted power, Rikūdo no Chikara (Lit: Power of Six Paths). I then raise my hand, the chalk white skin shows in my view.
I give a satisfied nod, almost unnoticeable.
I then will one of my Gudō Dama to change into a Shakujo (Monk Staff). It flies into my awaiting right hand. I grip it tightly, my palm curling on its smooth surface. The smooth, silky sensation of it is new for me, but it does not bother me. The truth is it excites me more.
"Khukhu…" I cannot repress my excitement and happiness anymore. It is too much even for mental conditioning I had put myself since very young age "Khuhu… huhu… huahahahahahahahahahaha!"
A laugh, full of sickening satisfaction.
Since I found myself being reborn in this sick world, I truly laugh for once. It feels weird, it sounds creepy and twisted, and it tastes sickening. Nevertheless, I do not care.
I calm myself and my laugh gradually stops. I look down upon dozens of thousands pair of eyes through the red haze of Kekkai that separates us. I am flying, unconsciously even, just because I want to be in a place higher than them, and my Rikūdo no Chikara hears my wish and makes it happen. Truly, this is all-encompassing power. I then will my Shakujo to be simple orb again, and it follows my wish seamlessly.
I will my consciousness to delve into my mind, and at instant, the scenery in front of me changes.
The war-torn battlefield becomes endless expanse of darkness with single source of light from far away ahead. The destroyed ground turns into dark purple water, bottomless from the darkness I cannot fathom. The formerly starry dark sky beautiful full moon on the sky changes into abyss. This is my inner world, the unfathomable abyss that twists weak-willed fools.
Slowly yet surely, I walk ahead. The water surface ripples with each step I take.
I keep walking toward the single source of light in front of me.
I walk steadily toward her place…
—where I find her disgraced, humiliated and violated.
"Ōtsutsuki… Kaguya…" I breathed out in awe and wonderment.
In front of me is naked woman with glistening chalk white skin, yet with alluring and exotic complexion. She has perfect heart-shaped face, long ivory eyelashes, her pale lavender eyes, which are the mirror of magnificent moon, are vacant in daze, and such perfectly shaped and sensuously glistening crimson lips. She has her eyebrows cut, as sign of nobility from bygone era, and her long silvery white hair is smooth and silky, with pair of brown protrusions on her head, reflecting the ethereal light from her glowing binds. She smells so intoxicating. She has body with perfect curves; small slender hands, long and enticing neck, perfect shoulders, a firm and round pair of Double-D cup busts, with stiff, enticing, pink protrusions, narrow waist that flares out perfectly into pair of jiggly and plump buttocks, flat stomach with cute bellybutton and an unshaved silky patch of silver tuffs bellow her stomach. Her thighs are filled proportionally and her slender legs seem perfect just like the rest of her body.
Overall, she is female perfection given form… so divine… so ethereal… so stunning... so alluringly enticing, teasing my rotten black heart to sink my dirty claws and taint her purity.
I stop my inspections from her physical perfection with heavy heart and move my eyes towards the binder that binds her, glowing silver chains. There is ethereal silvery white energy that courses on it from the woman's body to red Tori Mon (Lit: Bird Gate) that becomes the source of the chains. The glow is her chikara (Lit: Power), her chakra, the source of her god-like power and eternal life. She is floating with her hands spread to the side, chained pitifully. Another chains curls around her slim waist and her slender ankles, without leaving blemish on her smooth, ethereal skin.
It is very humiliating position for her.
I move close until I stand in front of her. My right hand touches her left cheek and feels how smooth her skin is. Baby's skin cannot be compared with hers. Then, my thumb trails on her lower lips, playing it, savoring its perfect shape. My mental conditioning is straining just from holding back my urge to claim her lips. I then pull down her lower lip slightly, showing a row of perfect pear white teeth.
"Ummhhh… ahhh…" She stirs and I move away my thumb from her enticing crimson lips. Her moon-like eyes focus slightly, yet she has not freed herself from her delirious state. "Wha…what? What happens to me? Who… who are you?" she asked with weak, delirious voice.
"Good morning, Obaa-sama (Lit: Grand Mother)…" I greeted her in mock politeness, yet my palm did not stop caressing her smooth cheek.
"Obaa…-sama? Ah… you must be Indra… however, you have different face… it means you are Indra's Trans-migrant…"
"Very astute of you, Obaa-sama. Even in your delirious state, intoxicated by the calming effect of this Fūinjutsu (Lit: Seal Technique)…"
"Seal?" She frowns. With herculean effort, she tilts her head to the side. Her eyes open wide slightly when she finds her humiliating state "What the meaning of this?" She ground out weakly.
"Khukhuhuhu…" I let out a creepy chuckle that would make Orochimaru proud "I am sorry for this inconvenience, Obaa-sama. However, if you become good girl, I may reward you for the service you provide me, as my power source…"
"Reward me? Your power source? What in the world you are talk—" She frowns weakly for a moment, before her face shifts into loathing scowl that directs to me "You impudent boy. Release me immediately or I will make you suffer and wish your parents never conceived you in the first place…"
"How feisty…" I let out soft murmur, replying her weak intimidation "you make this more interesting, Obaa-sama. It is impossible for me to not covet over you, now."
I strokes her smooth cheeks tenderly, but she glares at me amidst her delirious state. I applaud her silently for her strong willpower and unbreakable ego. Normal person, bar Uzumaki Naruto maybe, will be nothing but a mindless puppet because the effect of this Jūinjutsu (Lit: Cursed Seal Technique). I watch her beautiful eyes glare at me with a deviant mask. Unbeknownst by her, her resistance will fan my desire to covet her even more.
I have tasted the sweet fruit of hard labors. In fact, I can say I am addicted by the fulfilling sensations it gives me. With how Kaguya showing her deviant and animosity to me, I see challenge in front of me. I never back down from challenge even if it seems impossible at first
A smirk appears on my face, nearly splitting my face horizontally because how wide my smirk is.
I then grab her cheek firmly and push her head upwards slightly. The new position of her face shows me her smooth, enticing neck. I push my face to her, leaving my lips an inch away from her chalk white skin. When I breathe on her luscious skin, her body shudders, but she clamps the reaction immediately.
The corner of my lips tugs upward at that.
One can play. Let us see how long you can endure this, Kaguya. The moment I seal you in me, your body, power and soon, your mind are mine forever and ever. I take peek at her from corner of my eyes and see her face is tightening in unveiled disgust.
I press my cold lips on her smooth neck, part my lips slightly, and then suckle her unblemished pale skin. My left hand move to her back, trails on her slightly jagged yet smooth spine, until it touches her supple and jiggly butt. I suck her neck strongly and at same moment, my left hand grope her butt in obscene motion.
A tremor wrecks Kaguya's body. That tremor is filled with disgust and revulsion. I can feel her hatred to me and I enjoy it so much. The more she hates me, the more she will feel the opposite of her current emotion when I can crack her.
Next, I move down my lips to her elastic milky white bust. I lick her cleavage and suck the spot between her breasts strongly, leaving another hickey in the process. Her body convulses in disgust and revulsion once more.
I stop my teasing for a moment and then I take peek at her. Kaguya is biting her lower lips hard until she breaks her luscious skin, drawing small blood. However, the wound heals the next moment. Her milky white cheeks is flushing in shame and anger, there is arousal, but she tries to crush that struggling traitorous reaction ruthlessly.
"Obaa-sama, it must have been long, very long after you feel a man's touch, right?" I send a lopsided smile at her.
She scowl weakly. She is tired. The shock from her strong reaction before has drained her from her power.
"Do not fret, my dear Obaa-sama. I shall make you remember the joy of being a woman again."
She gives me a weak glare, and the she spits on my face. I do not lose my fake smile. In fact, I enjoy her antagonize reaction for me.
"You will pay, boy. Heeds my words! You will pay dearly for your humiliation and violation to me." She weakly threatened me, which I ignored.
"Keep this warm for me, will you?" I ask playfully as I tap her lower abdomen where her womb is. Her weak scowl deepens, yet it is still weak display of hatred because her condition.
Then, I turn my body until my back facing her and walk ahead. However, Kaguya has yet to stop her futile deviance.
"You degenerate son of devil, may you burn in deepest pit of Naraka!"
How sweet…
I stop amidst my steps and then turn to face her. A wicked smirk spreads on my face. That smirk is sure diabolical as Kaguya reels back when she sees my smirk.
"There is where you are wrong with your assumption, Obaa-sama" I give her a mocking bow "I am not the son of devil as I am the devil himself."
I leave Kaguya alone with stupefied mask on her ethereal divine face.
I need to greet the Shinobi Allied Force outside of my inner world, and I am sure they have become a little bit impatient. Heh, who am I joking? A second barely passes in outside world, I am sure of it.
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I stare ahead, through the transparent red barrier of Shisekiyōjin. I send mental command to my Mokubunshin (Lit: Wood Clone), which has become the anchor for the powerful Kekkai.
17 years, huh? How fast the time passes, I stare at the army in front of me with cold, detached look.
For a moment, my eyes focus only on a blond haired young man, with three thin lines on each of his cheeks. His golden eyes, with horizontal bar-like pupil, stare back at me. A confusion is palpable on them, as if screaming "why?" to me. He wears Konoha's (Lit: Tree Leaf) standard infantry outfit, consists of long sleeved dark blue shirt, dark green vest with many pocket for utilities, pair of black cargo pants, pair of fingerless gloves with steel plate and finally headband, with "忍" (Read: Shinobi) engraved on glistening steel plate.
Uzumaki Naruto… to think you have grown up into powerful ninja than your canon counter-part, without Rikūdo Sennin Mōdo (Lit: Six Paths Sage Mode) nonetheless, just tells me how far your canon counter-part can become if someone shows you how…
Then, I move away my eyes from Naruto. My eyes roam, trying to find familiar gravity-defying silver hair. After a short moment, I find that gravity-defying gray hair…Hatake Kakashi, or should I call him Kakashi-sensei—No, I had burned that bridge when I left Konoha…His lone Sharingan (Lit: Pinwheel Eye), Uchiha Obito's Sharingan, on his left eye socked is glaring at me with determination and regret. He, too, wears Konoha's infantry outfit.
My eyes move again, after a moment, they stop at the sight of beautiful woman, with figure second only to Senju Tsunade and long pale blond hair. She styles her hair in ponytail, and her bang covers half of her face. Her pale blue eyes glimmer with unshed tears, waiting to burst out at any moment, as she stares at me. Her glimmering eyes shine with pain from my betrayal. She, just like other Konoha's Shinobi, wears a standard Konoha's infantry uniform, although without her headband. Yamanaka Ino… look at you. Your canon counterpart would be green in envy when she sees how different both of you are. Also, thank you for the service you had given to me in the past.
Finally, my eyes move to last member of team seven, Haruno Sakura. Just like Ino, she is different from her canon counterpart. In fact, she is more like Tsunade with green eyes and pink hair; she styled her hair in low twin-tails just like Tsunade. She has less curve than Tsunade or Ino, but she has surpassed her canon counterpart in that department. She also wears green vest and long-sleeved shirt, like other Konoha's Shinobi. Haruno Sakura… Just like Ino, you have grown up different with my guidance. It was almost funny. Sometimes, I feel annoyance for your incessant nagging, but I can respect your loyalty and dedication to me since we were in Academy. Unfortunately, neither you nor Ino is my precious person. The sole person, who unfortunately had died, had taken those special spots.
"Sasuke…teme!"
I snap out of my thoughts by a loud voice. My eyes return to Naruto, the one who has called me. "What it is?" I asked mildly. My voice echoes in the warzone because I enhance my vocal cord with Chakra.
"Why are doing all of this? You said we are brothers in all but blood, right. Then, why were you betraying Konoha, betraying me? What's your real reason, tebayo?"
I feel amusement rolling up from my stomach. Then, I let loose a cold laughter. "Hahahahaha… true, I said that in the past. Do you know, Naruto, we are blood related brother in the past, but we are destined to fight, to be nemesis. It is our fate, just like our predecessor!"
"What do you mean by that? And stop spouting about fate crap like Neji when he is still a prick, tebayo!"
Through thousands of Konoha's shinobi, the aforementioned boy twitches by Naruto's unintentional jab.
"Hehe… hahaha… ahahahahahahahaha! You really do not know, do you? Khukhuhuhuhu…"
"Then, tell me bastard!"
"We're transmigrant of Rikūdo Sennin's (Lit: Sage of Six Paths) two sons… their reincarnation…"
"What?"
Naruto is not the only one who confused by my declaration. Almost every Shinobi in the warzone has a confused mask on their face. I decided to enlighten them by telling the name of Rikūdo Sennin's sons. "Ōtsutsuki Indra and Ōtsutsuki Ashura…"
"Who?" Naruto stared at me with oblivious expression.
"Why don't you ask, the fox in your gut, its name Kurama, isn't it? He will enlighten you, I'm sure of it."
I stare at Naruto, waiting him patiently. The blond haired young man has dazed eyes for split second. He is conversing with the last free Bijū (Lit: Tailed Beasts), which was sealed in his gut by his own father. I never drop my guard as I am doing this. However, instead of Naruto, Kurama is the one who continues the conversation. The fox has taken over Naruto. I know that because Naruto's eye turned orange with cross pupil and his whiskers darkened.
"Uchiha. Is it true?" a deep voice escaped Naruto's lips. It was Kurama's real voice. It is strange listening to deep, menacing voice from Naruto's lips.
The corners of my lips curl upwards, smiling coldly at the strongest Bijū that currently is possessing Naruto. "You can use your Emotion Sensing Ability, to find out if my statement is true or not."
Naruto, no, Kurama stares at me with unblinking eyes. Then, he asks, "How did you know about that?"
"That information is secret, unfortunately. You and everyone else, more importantly Naruto, only need to know about that" Pausing for a moment, I get an idea to aggravate the last free Bijū "Oh, I have something to tell you, Kurama, something interesting" I pause for a dramatic effect "Do you know Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama were previous reincarnation of Indra and Ashura?" My lips stretch into a wicked smile when I catch hint of disbelief in those strange, hybrid eyes "How it is? To know the one who enslaved you and other one who had betrayed your trust and had given you and your kin away to other hidden villages warped in pretty ribbons was actually the two sons of your beloved and respected father…"
"Uchiha Sasuke… YOU!"
"Bwahahahahahaha!" I let out amused laughter when I see how livid the mighty Kyūbi no Bakegitsune (Lit: Nine-tailed Monster Fox). Now, Naruto must have massive headache with very pissed Kurama raging in his mind. Heh, I do like messing with Naruto since we were kid.
Naruto takes control of his body back, but he looks annoyed. He then stares at me and asks, "Sasuke, now, tell me why are you doing this, tebayo?"
I let loose small sigh and answer him, there is no use to prolong this charade. "I did this because I want to reach my goals."
"And what is that?" Naruto asked warily, with a curious, yet apprehensive expression.
I face him with blank look. Then, I explain it to him, no, to all Shinobi in this warzone.
"My first goal is to attain eternal life, immortality. This first step lets me enjoy what I want next." I raise my hand. My skin is gray, like a corpse. I can feel unlimited power coursing in my chakra pathway. This is my first step, and I have attained it. "After becoming Jinchūriki (Lit: Power of Human Sacrifice) of Jūbi (Lit: Ten-Tails), now, I am immortal. Next, I shall leave this world and go to other worlds. I shall enjoy anything it can over to me. With eternal life, I can enjoy it as long as I want!"
"Other worlds? What do you mean?" Naruto asked loudly. Everyone around him has same confused expression as him.
I resist urge to sigh, Usuratonkachi (Lit: Useless) like usual… then I stare at Naruto coldly. "There is uncountable worlds beside our world, the Elemental Nation, out of our reach. There is a world where there is no ninja existed, but other warrior known as mage with their own special brand of power, which is different from Chakra, and the other things we never know of. I want to see it with my own eyes and taste it with my own hand. The unlimited worlds and realities with every possibility."
"So, you are not only want to spread chaos in this world, but to other worlds too? The longer I listen to you… I cannot help but feel how dangerous your existence is. Someone like you is better dead!" Darui, the current Raikage (Lit: Lightning Shadow) after his predecessor died, spat at me.
I was the one who killed the Yondaime Raikage (Lit: Fourth Thunder Shadow), Yotsuki A, at previous meeting between Gokage (Lit: Five Shadows) in Tetsu no Kuni (Lit: Land of Iron).
I relish the memory of A's stupefied face when his attack passed through my body, thanks to Obito's Sharing that gives me his Jikukanjutsu (Lit: Time/Space Technique) ability, and then I destroyed his heart with my original Jutsu (Lit: Technique); Fūton: Taifūkiri (Lit: Wind Release: Typhoon Cutter). That technique is a technique I created solely to counter Raikage's Lightning Armor, with Raiton: Raikiri (Lit: Lightning Release: Lightning Cutter) as base. However, my twisted amusement disappears and hatred replaces it, when I remember how I lost someone loyal and dedicated.
The Godaime Mizukage (Lit: Fifth Water Shadow), Terumi Mei, was the one who killed that person, a person who followed me when I defected from Konoha. Then, a small wicked smile rises on my face, nearly splitting my pale face, as I remember what I have done to the late Godaime Mizukage.
I stop myself before I am too deep in reminiscence. I have dozens of thousand Shinobi wishing for my death.
I face Darui and snort at his words. "Believe what you want," I told him coldly. I will my Gudō Dama to be Shakujo (A monk staff). Then, I grip it with my right hand and point it at the Shinobi Army. It is the time to end this. I need to assimilate Kaguya's third eyes. I need Yomutsu Hirasaka (Lit: Slope hill of Underworld) to open the door to other world, and there is innate understanding that I need absurd amounts of chakra to do that. As I charge for the needed fuel, I can test my new power with Shinobi Allied Force as my Guinea pigs.
When they see my movement, the Shinobi Allied Force prepare themselves for the last fight against me, a man who reincarnated as Uchiha Sasuke and changed many things in this world.
"Now, before I leave this wretched world, care to give me last dance?" I taunted them.
My eyes, the legendary Rinnegan (Lit: Samsara eye), flare with power. Though I look like ready to fight them, my mind is recalling how I found myself, reincarnated as Sasuke, 17 years ago— recalling the beginning of everything.
Prologue 2 - Reincarnation
You never started to appreciate your life more than the moment you were about to lose it.
At least I thought that was how it went.
What came to my mind though, at the moment, is the way I was about to leave the mortal realm. Being wasted at the annual reunion party with my friends and ex-classmates from high school was great, getting home though in hurry because I remember I had yet to finish my assignment for my class was not so great, it never was.
I was never the bravest person ever born, I never driven my motorcycle past 80kmph at night, even more so when I was in hurry because I afraid my lecturer would angry with me and humiliate me in front of class, full of young adults student of university.
At that fateful night, I had had incident, or better said, in my haste, I was panicked when suddenly an ambulance did not stop when the traffic light on its part was red. What happened next was very fast for me to comprehend. My sluggish mind could only remember how my body felt weightless for a moment, and then my body slammed hard on pavement. There was a loud crack and I felt my helm broke in my delirious and high in adrenaline state. What happened next was pain and figurative burning sensation, which was very agonizing.
I did not know how much time had passed, but all I knew was, that I suddenly regained consciousness, at least it felt like that.
It was dark, pitch black dark—is this afterlife? If this is afterlife, then religious people sure were wrong, because there was nothing, at least I saw nothing.
I could somehow felt myself though, movement was very restricted and the space I was in was small and very restricting, there was liquid everywhere around me and I felt slimy. I could not stay conscious for too long though. I kept blacking out and waking up, until one day, things started changing.
The small space around me started contracting around me and I could hear voices, loud voices, I could not make out what they were, but it sounded like someone was screaming, a lot and in pain. Then, I was being pushed and felt as if I was being moved through this very tight tube and reality started to dawn on me.
What in the actual blazes was happening to me? For the first time in my life I had to experience what it meant to be claustrophobic, everything was pushing against me, pushing me forward. Everything was so frantic, sudden and my mind was locked in perpetual terror. I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out.
Suddenly and finally, I was out of that tight tube, first thing that I registered, was that it was cold. All I had was an urge to scream, and scream I did, but all that came out were cries of a baby, everything felt so fast and very disorienting, until I was wrapped in something and found myself laid in someone's arms.
Things have calmed down a little, my mind has finally managed to get beyond the terror and I finally could open my eyes.
The first thing I saw was a woman. She looked very tired and talked in gibberish. However, I was stunned when I saw her for the first time.
She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, in past and current live. It was the moment I found out I was crushing at this woman, without knowing her identity.
She had black hair with split bangs framing her oriental angelic eyes. Her eyes were dark and filled love for me. I was intoxicated by her sight alone. She had small cute nose, yet fitted very well on her beautiful face. Her black eyelashes were long, enhancing her beauty even more. Her lips were perfectly shaped for kissing. I wondered what it feels to claim her lips.
There were other voices around me and they were incoherent too. Then this male face came into my view and he looked satisfied and smug for some reason. However, when another woman with weird white hat and white coat, likely the doctor, whispered something to him, his smug satisfied expression turned into scowl.
Disappointment was clear on his face when he saw me. Then, he left without word.
From all the incoherent speech I heard around me, only one thing was remotely understandable ''Sasuke''. After that, all was nothing but dark, I blacked out once more.
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Let me tell you something, being a baby again sucked, my motor skills were very much restricted, I could flail my arms a bit, and I could close my hands into fists with great effort though since everything was so stunted it felt like a greatest undertaking of century. The rest of my body was wrapped in a blanket, so I could not move my legs at all.
There were nothing, which happened in my pathetic state.
I would just lie in the crib, being forced to look at the same ceiling every day for I could not move around, then I would get hungry and my undeveloped nerves would make me crying. I could not frigging control my own body for damn sake, I did not want to cry each time I got hungry, it was very, very humiliating! After a short bout of wailing a woman would come, she was the same woman I have a newfound crush on, I saw when I was born, so she must be my new mother—wait! What?
A was disturbed when I found out about that. I had a crush for my own mother! Was not that meant I have an Oedipus complex? It felt very strange and wrong to think of her as mother, because I already had a mother before the whole thing happened. Her angelic appearance made it impossible to forget my crush for her. In fact, because her unconditional love, even though I knew it was familial kind of love, my crush evolved into full-blown romantic love. Well, damn!
She would always come by cooing at me in gibberish again, but I could at least now register what this gibberish was. It was in fact Japanese, it sounded odd because the weird dialect thought. The dialect was different from some dialects I had heard from Anime I had watched in my free time. Therefore, I was born in Japan, why Japan though?
All I could understand from her words and sounds was Sasuke. I guess my new name is Sasuke. Weird, I had same name with main character of Kishimoto's fictional story, the Naruto.
My new mom would then pick me up and hold me there for a moment cooing at me again, and then she would put me on her legs and open her kimono. At first, I gave her WTF expression, baby style of course. he damned undeveloped muscle wuld not follow my instruction.
I thought she was tempting me to do something indecent, but then I remembered I was still baby. It meant… Feeding, BREASTFEEDING! I gave a face at that, but it showed as adorable baby gawking face instead.
When I saw her happy expression when I made face, I felt funny inside. Why she must be angelic, damn it! It was too much for me!
In the end, she breastfed me and to be honest, I decided to use this chance to play with her soft and squishy bust. I forced my undeveloped tongue muscle to do my bidding. After herculean effort, I had hang over it. Then, I would tease her nipple while suckling the milk out of her heavenly bud. I was glad I was baby. If I had active hormone, I would look like a dear in highlight because her aroused expression and flushed face was too much for me.
Mother, no, that sweet woman, had always been in there for me. Meanwhile, the dark brown haired man with sour face, who always had disappointed look when he saw me, rarely showed his face. That sour-faced man, whom I knew later as my father, had become the first target in my shit list. Then, my infancy continued, thankfully my sweet woman kept the humiliation as baby minimum.
There really was not much to do as an infant, you would sleep, wake up, get hungry, get fed, look around, sleep again, boring. The only interesting things that happened to me were only when someone else was entertaining me or messing with me.
One of such people was a boy, who I assume is my brother. He would pick me up, level me up to his face and give me a once over with this very curious and expectant look. I would shoot back a face too if I could control my body properly, especially my face. Trying to raise your eyebrow as an infant was just impossible. All that would happen would be a confused face that must have looked ridiculous, because it would always launch my sweet woman into a bout of laughter.
The most annoying thing the brat that was my brother would do to me was the little bastard would start poking me, as if he was trying to get a reaction out of me. I would always shoot him annoyed expression to convey my displeasure in hopes of making him stop. It did not. He would start tickling my belly and sometimes he would tickle my nose, thus bringing me into a bout of giggling.
He would then start talking to me, and I would respond, well at least tried, because all that came out of was incoherent infant babbling. Then, he was called, and I heard "Chi-chan" between all the gibberish I just could not understand. After sating his need, the brat would whisk away, and I would be left looking at the ceiling once more, or starting to get hang on my muscle memory.
Things were very boring when you are an infant.
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I was woken up by a very loud and terrifying roar, and once again I would start crying, because… screw my undeveloped body.
The annoying brat that was my brother rushed into the room and picked me up in his arms and rocked me a little bit to calm me down, which did not take much effort, if only I could control myself. Afterwards, he took me to the front deck of the house and just sat there with me in his arms, he would talk to me, but I would not understand and kept looking up beyond the wall with a serious yet still terrified expression. The brat was trembling a little bit too, so I turned my head in the direction he was looking.
There was smoke and fire in the horizon—what in the hell is happening? Not to mention that there were reddish orange tails in the air, and a moment later a huge fox head got into a view. A giant orange fox with huge blood red eyes and reddish orange tails, roaring like there was no tomorrow with this very enraged look, huh—Wait! A fucking massive fox with more tails than usual one, roaring and seemingly destroying everything in its path. Where in the hell am I?
There were no such things on Earth; there were no frigging living Godzilla wannabe. That was nothing but a part of fiction. Therefore, I look back at my brother and the sense of déjà-vu hit back, but even harder.
My name was Sasuke. Everyone in this household had black hair and split bangs framing their face. That prick that was my father always wore this menacing soldiery expression as if he was hardened killer, assassin, Ninja. There was a fucking Godzilla-sized fox with tails laying waste in wherever I lived right now.
I'm Sasuke… fucking Uchiha Sasuke, the one who is holding me in his arms is Uchiha Itachi and I'm in fucking Elemental Nations.
My brain was working on overdrive. It was too much for the infant body to handle and quickly fainted after making the realization. Even through all the roars and destruction happening in the village.
Fuck me side way!
To be continued
