The Indestructible Warrior:
Summary:Waking up in a cage is not a good start after just dying – imagine his surprise when he doesn't remember what has happened and how he got there. Throw in the fact that he is then thrown into a war for his life, which is followed by meeting a strange pale man not long afterwards. Then you have a story to read… follow the adventure of this self-insert.
Hello guys and gals how lovely to see you all out there, reading this. This is my latest story and the first one that is not a crossover. We are based entirely in the world of the Elemental Nations and looking at an OC self-insert of Kimimaro Kaguya. I have not seen any fanfiction with such a concentration of Kimimaro in it so I hope it is a unique read and you enjoy it.
This is my first ever try with a self-insert OC character and therefore please be patient with it and give it a read. Also if you see any mistakes or anything like those, please don't hesitate to leave a review or Pm so I can correct it as quickly as possible.
Please do leave a review to let me know your point of view - make any criticisms as constructive as possible... thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Naruto. Only my stories.
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Chapter 1 – New Experiences:
All I remember is feeling cold, like ice cold, before a blinding white light and then darkness overcame me. I vaguely remember feeling strange, really strange as if I was being squeezed and stretched at the same time. It was a weird feeling, not bad but not good either. Thankfully before I got too relaxed in the rather confusing state I was overcome with a feeling of fear and excitement like I was going on a high speed roller-coaster… yes that is as clear as I can make it; I was never very descriptive – it's a good thing I never began writing stories or something!
Anyway, I digress, after what felt like an eternity of limbo I finally felt 'whole' again. However, I also felt cold and empty all of a sudden. I tried to remember my name, but realised that I didn't remember anything about myself. Where I'm from, parents, colour eyes and hair... nothing! Normally I'm sure most ordinary people would freak out in this situation but I was so tired for some reason – the no-memories thing was a bit of a bummer admittedly and yet it didn't seem like a big deal in my mind at this moment in time. I attributed it to the shock of whatever I was in the middle of.
Yes, I was still confused over what on earth was going on? I was still trying to piece it together and had got nowhere so far… in fact, I had no senses available for use at all – I couldn't see, hear, smell etc. so I did the only thing I could and let the darkness consume me again in the hopes that it would sweep me away.
It did – and this is where my story begins:
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I woke up with a start – the first thing that hit me was the sudden sensation of cold, unforgiving rock I was lying on. My eyes quickly adjusted to my new surroundings and saw I was apparently in some sort of cage. I tried to stand but found that my muscles and bones where not responding to my brain signals. I had no idea what on earth was happening so I calmly looked around trying to find some clues about this new environment.
I saw that it was basically a dungeon of some sorts; I took a closer look at the bars and realised in some sort of sick fascination that they were made of bone… yes I said bone as in the skeletal system that is meant to make the framework/structure of humans and animals (at least I remembered my common sense).
Now I may have been trying to be calm and stuff but I'm pretty sure that a bone cage is not normal? What the hell was this place? I don't know how calm I can be if they use my ribs as a birdhouse cage or something.
As I was trying to desperately get my mind and emotions in check I realised something, I was standing up – it seemed that my muscles and bones were responding to my nervous system now. I welcomed the distraction and subconsciously pushed all the terrifying thoughts aside and I raised my two hands in front of my face and saw that they were small, really small. I must be young then, for some reason I thought I was older and more mature than the age of my hands would suggest.
I saw that not only were they small but were really pale and thin. I came to the natural conclusion that I was screwed – I was being starved like a prisoner; I guess it was to stop me from escaping. I pushed my hand through my hair and felt the long white hair flick backwards framing my face once again like nothing had happened.
It may be weird for some; with so many things hitting me all at once; my newly awakened mind could only focus on one thing at a time so I was still being hit with new thoughts and feelings throughout my little internal thought process.
And then I felt it… a wondrous sensation of warmth spread from my gut to the very end of my fingertips (yes - I checked to make sure I hadn't peed myself…). It eradicated the cold and dread that had started to build up as I saw there was little to no chance of escaping this sorry excuse for a room. The warmth made me feel so strong. Stronger, I'm sure, than I ever was in whatever previous existence I had before ending up like this.
The feeling of warmth stayed with me and acted like a friend I needed in this confusing place. It felt like it had settled down now and was starting to become more organised somehow. Now I had no idea how it did that – maybe I was subconscious controlling it, I had no idea.
I suddenly felt weird – my arm all of a sudden felt really strong but heavy. I looked down to my right arm and to my surprise it was covered completely in some solid white material… it had not been there a second ago.
"AHH-"I yelped in surprise until I stopped abruptly as my voice hurt – it sounded so squeaky and yet smooth at the same time, my estimate was I couldn't be more than 7-8 years old. That then begged the question:
'What the hell happened that led to 'me' to being thrown in prison?'
Deciding there was little point on focussing on questions that I have no clue how to even being to answer I went back to the matter at hand. I raised my left arm and tentatively tapped the hard substance that had nearly encroached my entire right arm.
'It is so strong and solid… I think… I think it must be bone? So did I make this cage for myself? Are there others like me? What the hell type of power is this?'
As the hundreds of new questions hit me, I through my hands up as a sudden headache hit me. I was surprised to feel that my two arms were back to normal now… it had happened so quickly that I didn't even realise. I guess I would need some work with controlling this weird, but handy, ability.
I decided that I would do the only thing I could in this type of bizarre but also kind of awesome (the skeleton thing at least) situation and meditated calmly in the middle of the room. I tried to review my situation and come up with some solution to the immediate problems that were quickly rising.
'Ok… so I am being held prisoner in this dank, dark and eerie place with no way out and absolutely no memory of anything apart from some vague instincts and common sense. I have some sort of power that obvious seems to be the problem and why I am stuck in here. I don't know but something tells me that this power is not natural at all. Then why did it feel so natural? Is it genetics or an experiment gone wrong? That would at least explain the memory loss…
Then there is the problem of just being a child – child are always looked down on and protected; therefore if I am not being protected then that means I doubt I have any loving family to fill in the blanks…
Okay no point in focussing on this now; best chance I have is escaping and finding out some answers outside this damn cell. So think! Think! Whoever I am! Think like your life is on the line! …wait it's a bloody cage of BONE… I seem to have some sort of control over at least my own bones, it is surely worth a shot I guess.' I thought looking at the cage with slight hesitation that was quickly replaced with a feeling of determination. It was a rather long inner monologue that finally led me to my conclusion that I may just be lucky enough to have a way out.
As I stood up I was suddenly hit with hunger and realised that I must have been hungry and it had just not registered until now. As added fuel to get out of this depressing place I walked firmly to the bars of bone while trying to remember if or how I controlled the bones in my arm and what exactly I was thinking of when it did.
However, before I even touched the thick 'bone bars' a door which I hadn't even seen on the other side of the cell opened abruptly. I was so shocked that I quickly retracted myself from the cage entrance to not raise suspicion.
My heart was beating a mile a minute and I could feel the warm sensation growing hot under my skin almost like a warning that this could end with a flight or fight response. This sensation began building slowly in my legs and chest clearly hinting for me to get ready to run like hell if things go badly.
I looked up to the now entered visitor and saw a fully grown man in front of the cage. He had smooth pale skin, masculine features and a rather unpleasant and viscous look in his eyes. I realised then that I did not want to cross this guy; he was clearly the guy behind me being behind bars. He looked ready to kill anyone that got in his way… basically the first word that comes to mind to describe what type of man he was, was a barbarian.
The man had two strange red dots on his forehead that looked like either war paint or a tattoo with black hair tied and arranged in that two tight strands. His attire consisted of a long sleeve shirt with a sleeveless kimono over it.
He smiled cruelly at me showing off his yellow and black teeth.
"Well well well, exactly as I left you; that's good news for you I guess…" He trailed off looking rather disappointed. He also kept a complete superiority vibe about him the whole time he spoke to me. I made a quick decision that in order to find out more on what the hell was going on was to be very quiet and if required polite. I needed to be in this guy's good books – and that was a big ask I could tell. In fact, I wasn't even sure if this guy had a 'good book.'
He continued - "… as you know I had to put you here to appease the clan, however, the village has sunk into hard times with letting that little bastard take over as the fourth Mizukage… but I won't bore you with the trivia. After all you are our secret weapon and tools just follow orders, the same as soldiers…" – He let out a laugh that sent a cold chill down my spine. It was clear that this person was insane and wanted me to be used in some sort of war or operation.
"…You will battle with me and the rest of the clan – The proud and fearless Kaguya Clan – you will fight alongside our brethren until we die or wipe out the entire village. Only then can we show our fearlessness and power." He finished with a swig of whatever was in a canister that he had pulled from his side pouch and then looked expectedly at me.
I just stood there, in the middle of my cell (I had stood up when he had started to talk; politeness remember) taking in all the new information I had gather by this animal.
I had found out that I was definitely not from this body, not only did I have no memories but it made sense, the darkness, the new feelings, this bizarre but strong power… I had somehow been moved to this body and had no idea how and why it had happened! In addition, I heard I was part of a clan. The Kaguya Clan, no nothing – I don't remember ever hearing it… but on the plus side I had a family… and they locked me up because of my power! Okay, so not a great family but something to work on I guess. I mean they could have killed me – but they were using me as a living weapon so I have no idea what to think of them.
Then came the problem with this uprising of sorts, they weren't expecting me to fight in some war were they? I am just 7 or 8 years old at most; even I knew that was not natural and was immoral. Wait, morals don't seem to strike very deep in this guy's thought process. He had locked me up in here for who knows how long.
I realised he was getting impatient with me as I had been silent for over 10 seconds without replying to his demands.
Now trying to sound strong and fearless was difficult when you really did not know much of the situation and was very worried about possibly dying in some random war that looks to be the result of your own clan…
I made eye contact with the beast of a man and replied as firmly as I could, with what I hoped he would accept and be happy with:
"I will give my body and blood for the clan." I then quickly bowed in submission to the 'boss-man' so to speak.
He just laughed manically at me; with a hint of disgust in his eyes as he looked over me bowing in front of him.
"First of all freak, [I flinched at the harsh tone of his voice] we of the Kaguya Clan never bow to anyone not even our own and two I don't need your blood or body just your bones. Mark my words skeletor (AN - *Shrugs shoulders* he is drunk to be fair);if you cower from the fight I swear I will personally rip your bones out of your still living body before using them to cut you into pieces. Now come on we have a war to win." The guy said loudly and harshly while not even missing a beat between the threats of torturing and killing me to the unlocking of my cage. I silently watched as the giant bones rose from the floor until they were secured in the ceiling.
I realised he wanted me to come out and quickly walked over to where he was. I expected to be hit or beaten to prove a point but then saw that for all his big talk the guy had distanced himself from me as far as his pride would allow him to. It must have been close to 2 meters in length. He walked off out of the door and just grunted at me to follow him – I did so without question not knowing what else to do.
No point trying to run yet I would have to wait until this war and then slip off when everyone was battling. That is if I could not find family members or something. However, I had a bad feeling that I didn't have any immediate relatives…
I would have to find out the hard way… I guess I was going to war…
Oh Crap!
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And done for the first chapter, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did typing it up. Next Chapter will have the war take place and a rather obvious meeting that I don't even mind telling you about because it follows the canon closely. I will give you guys a hint – his name begins with O and ends with U and is a possible pedophile (99% of all readers will understand this reference of nearly every Naruto fanfiction).
For the readers that prefer some more serious fanfics (as in less jokes and silly one liners) it will become more serious as 'I' (Kimimaro) start to piece together what it is to be a ninja and especially under the tutelage of Orochimaru.
I hope that you give it ago and please leave a review on your way out just so I can get some feedback. But please make it constructive so I can improve my story. Unless it's positive feedback in which case just lay it on and increase my ego more :)
I will also personally thank and mention all my reviewers on my chapters as a sign of thanks for taking the time to not only read my story but also leave a review as well.
Until next time,
Hollow Lives – signing off.