Red was all that was left. An island of color sat upon an ocean of white. From a distance, it would look like a dot of red on a white canvas.
Shores of white picked at him. The void pulled at the island of color that stood out. I lost millimeters of the island and I could never get them back. I was fading.
All that ever was ended. Ouroboros, the planet eater had come. The sephiroth Amagi Miroku failed to subdue it. The fool manipulated life and thought himself above it. As it turned out he was nothing more than food to the god.
I was afraid. Instead of fighting the god, I took a chunk of the world and isolated myself. Promised tears, they were a lie.
My isolation allowed me to drift for a time. Like a soup bubble, I floated up out of my universe and entered the white. I was not of the white void. My island was the last souvenir from my world. In less than a century, I developed nova and my island became red.
The beasts of the earth that managed to hitch a ride were swallowed by the red. Though the color came from me it was not truly me. Red was hungry and it consumed everything not of itself. The island was nothing more than an extension of myself now.
Nova preserved my mind. There was no nourishment on the island. To survive, I had to surrender my flesh. Now, I am no more than a spirit bathed in red.
A single rock stood out on my island. It was a shade of red different from everything else. I sat upon that rock and watched the void.
Be warned those who stare into the abyss. It will stare back. The abyss will not always have eyes to stare back at you. Nor a face to give an impression of emotion.
A black figure walked through the void. Its very being stained the perfect white. The stains lingered far longer than the red of my island. The being took a step upon the red sand of my island.
The being was small much smaller than my island. Yet, as I looked upon it the darkness that radiated from it threatened to swallow me whole. This creature gave my curiosity no notice. After all, wasn't a fly beneath the notice of a god?
"Hello, red one. You have drifted far from your world. Do you want a lift back?" A chill caressed my spine. My body shivered uncontrollably.
"I have traveled a long way, I followed a trail of red sand. The soul of a psycher was unexpected. I would like to rest here for a time." I couldn't refuse this creature. He knew it. My head shook up and down.
"Splendid, most find this form hostile. They foolishly seek their deaths, fighting me. Hospitality is a welcome change." The dark one said.
My will hardened and I straightened. "I haven't had anyone to talk to in a long time. What may I call you?" I said.
"Some call me the shadow, others the faceless one, but you may call me Nyarlathotep. And you, what is your name isolator? Have you forgotten it in such a short time?" Name? I thought for a time and the stranger, this Nyarlathotep waited patiently.
"I don't have one. It isn't important in any event." I said.
The creature covered its ears. "If we are to speak, tone down your volume. The youth of today, always loud and boisterous. You have my attention. Why are you here and not possessing a body in existence?" Nyarlathotep said.
I stared at him in confusion. "I have been adrift for many years. If there was a way back, I have not yet found it." I said in a whisper.
The dark one folded his arms. He looked more like a scolding father than a dark god. "Tsk, no one is out here to teach you. The task falls upon me. The great Nyarlathotep must teach an ignorant whelp how to crawl." I started to feel uncomfortable.
"If it isn't too much trouble." He pointed back to his ears and I dropped my voice.
"Remember to whisper when talking to mortals. If you speak too loudly, their minds will liquify. Though funny at first, it gets dull after a fashion." I pictured brains turning to mush at the sound of my words. I had never had such power before.
"This island of yours is falling apart. Have you even considered packing it together? When packed tightly into a shape, it will be easier to control. As for the way, back to existence. Use your trance and desire to be somewhere. The void has no desire to hold on to substance and will assist you." Nyarlathotep said.
"Is that all?" I said in wonder.
He chuckled. "No, it is infinitly more difficult than that. When you start getting powerful, the beings in charge of other universes will prevent your entry. They will blunt your power with rules and setbacks. I advise you to learn all you can wherever you end up." For a time, we watched each other in silence.
"I get the hint, I will make my leave." The dark one chuckled a bit. "Oh, and before I forget. Don't mess with time. There are creatures equal even to me that don't take kindly to meddling. Good bye Isolator." He walked off the red sands of my island and into the void. He vanished in a few steps.
I stood, for the first time in decades I felt hopeful. Red powdered sand rose and fell at my steps. My hand twisted and the sand moved to my command. A red pyramid floated at eye level. The shape changed until it resembled a space craft.
Just as the eldritch abomination said. When compact no sand was lost. My power had been waning for years. Now, I felt more stable. Much of my power was lost but not all of it. Already I was starting to feel the pull of existence.
Universe 2, that's what I decided to call this new place. The brown rock of a nearby mountain held four distinct faces. What could these four have done to have earned such honor.
Trees shot up all around a large city. It looked as if the trees where grown after the buildings. Peculiar as it was scouting was on the agenda.
I was new to this world and I wanted to get this worlds measure as soon as possible.
Wind rushed passed me as men in animal masks traveled by roof top. They were practically their own zoo. I counted many animals among them. The black clothing matched that of ninja. It was as likely they were wizards.
My senses were limited to sight and trance. It was all thanks to my spiritual body. If I hadn't used trance so extensively, I wouldn't have picked up on the energy within their bodies. The bodies of these people were strong. In multiple clearings, I saw men bench pressing boulders.
As I walked through walls searching, I found the academy. It was here that children trained to become ninja. Was this excitement I felt?
Children trained. They performed various kata, practiced hand signs, and stuck leaves to their bodies with their energy. They spoke but I couldn't understand them. I needed to find a well learned one to get the language.
A girl with milky white eyes almost silver seemed to look upon me. None could see me. I knew this to be true in my earlier walks through the city proper. Yet, when I considered her eyes recognition was there. That energy was within those eyes. They held a unique pattern, I couldn't discern.
She raised her hand and the teacher reluctantly dismissed her. I used low ranged teleportation and appeared above one of the roofs. I stood upon the air observing a crowd of the milky eyed people approaching.
They saw me, I knew it to be true. There was nothing in me that cared what the humans thought. I was a psycher after all.
In a second the group had encircled me. With little difficulty, I could escape. Teleportation was still an option. I wanted to know what the old man among them wanted.
He opened his mouth, staring at a nearby wall he yelled a line out. I decided now or never and plucked the language from his mind. "As the Hokage, I order you to prostrate yourself before the leaf village for interrogation. If you comply you shall be treated fairly." The sight of the white eyed ones hadn't seen my trance.
When I looked through one of them, I saw what they saw. To their eyes I was indistinct fuzzy even. It was only when I moved that they saw me.
Opening my mouth, I attempted to whisper. "I bare you no ill will. I am a traveler." They covered their ears in pain.
It was only now after, I had a good look at the man that I recognized him. Age had added a few wrinkles but it was a face from the mountain. This man was of some import.
He was still on his feet. Blood trickled down from his ears. Had I done that with my voice.
"You must surrender for questioning. I will not have a dangerous creature in my village." Images of a giant fox wreaking havoc appeared in the old man's mind. I took what I could from the old man's mind. It closed to me after a while. The mysterious energy formed a small barrier. A blond from the corner of my sight took on a smug expression. Inoichi Yamanaka, if I wasn't mistaken.
He looked beaten from my voice alone but the smirk was triumphant. The barrier was sloppy just a mass of energy wrapped around the old man's mind. My mental probes were not so crude. All the blond had done was delay the packages of information. I was already inside.
The Hyuga thrust their finger tips and palms at me. Their energy flowed out in some crude mockery of burst. I copied their movements flowing with them. They moved out of the way of my hits.
Did they believe, I would kill them? Perhaps in this experience they had no depth. I was here to learn everything I could. That included all martial skills. Kunai and shuriken flowed through my body. I picked one of the metal pieces up. The Hokage's eyes bulged.
Seeing was believing after all. He went through a series of hand seals. "Fire release Dragon Flame Jutsu." A dragon shaped head of flame appeared and shot at me. It passed through me harmlessly.
"You fiend. You may have invaded my village but we will find a way to subdue you." I could yell and everyone would drop dead. It wasn't power, it was presence.
Ambu had gathered in larger numbers. They would need something like pure yin chakra to touch me. That was something they didn't have.
I used another short-range teleportation to get away. This time I appeared in a hospital. Specifically, I was in the coma ward. It was a mistake to allow those white eyes to continue to observe me.
As much as I thought the blond haired one beneath me. He had managed to block my signals from going out. Pointless as it was when his jutsu ended, I would gain all the information. The Hokage's mind would become my own private search engine. I only must know what to ask.
To continue to learn, I needed a body. I needed a powerful body to house my soul. Only the best would due. There was only one body. Poor pickings in my opinion.
The body was that of a boy age twelve. He had black hair and pale skin. There were many in this small city, village like him.
I was interested in the boy's body. His soul had left the body. The situation was a simple one. There would be no conflict of two souls fighting for the body. It would be himself and the body alone. Memories of the boy where there to be had. He only had to dig for them.
The only problem was how to possess him. Trance, I soon realized was my only option. After hours of fiddling with the empty shell, I found a hole. The opening was more than a hole, it was a doorway.
Tono Yusuke was the boy's name. My form rippled and merged with the shell. The physical chakra merged with my mental energy, forming the balanced version used by these people. The life of Yusuke flashed before my eyes.
I remembered his mother and sister. Two women that seemed to work against the boy. The mother was a doctor in this hospital. The sister enjoyed experimenting with jutsu. She was the cause of the accident.
I reviewed the memories repeatedly. Afterward, I decided to take the persona of Yusuke and wear it. My astral energy the substance that made up nova mixed with the chakra. A red aura appeared around my body and the wounded spine healed.
The monitors around me sparked and glass shattered. Due to my telekinesis, none of it did my body further harm. My hands clenched and unclenched. I felt the tight pull of my skin and reveled in it. Strength like no other filled me to the bones.
It was the boy's mother that walked in first. "Your awake." She said and rushed to my side. Her callused hands held either side of my face. She stared at my pupils looking for something.
"Welcome back." She said. Tears were just at the edge of her vision before she turned her emotions off. My mother was replaced by a medic nin.
The mystical palm jutsu glowed brightly around her hands. If she were as skilled as Tsunade she could observe me down to the genetic level. With her skill, she most likely checked my spine and vital organs.
"It's a miracle." She said. My mind was closed off. I had no desire to test the limit of hyuga eyes. Rise and burst may not give me away but too much trance would.
I wanted to look through her mind and take all the medical knowledge that lay within. This was my first world and such knowledge would be useful. Time was wasting away.
"Is it too late to take the academy test?" I asked her.
"No Yusuke it isn't. But, I don't think you should take the test this year. After spending a month in the hospital your muscles have atrophied. Why don't you quite this time and take rookie of the year next year.
My sister was a genin Yuma Tono she should be taking C rank missions about now. She was also kunoichi of the year. Waiting just to receive a similar title made me sick.
The woman smiled and I wanted to puke. She was a blond like Tsunade. Memories of her filtered in from my programs in the Hokage. The mind walker Inoichi Yamanaka must have taken down his barrier. Running out of chakra was also a possible outcome.
My mother in this world had a soft face and slender arms. She was a kunoichi with jonin level skills. As a medical nin she was exempt from the field except during war time. That has given her time to train and hone her skills. She saw herself as the second coming of Tsunade. Maybe she was.
"I would rather graduate. No one cares if a chunin or jonin was rookie of the year. They do care about how quickly they managed to make rank." My mother's eyes narrowed. She saw any form of opposition as a slight to her. I would pay for it. The smile returned to her features. I wouldn't pay for it right now it seemed.
Unlike most patients, I was out of the hospital within the hour. A pair of blue shorts and a black t-shirt was given to me. The home the former owner of this body lived in was one of a kind. It was mansion built less than a decade ago. For all its newness, it had the size and pristine of a mans of old money.
The property was on 400 acres of land. All of it within konoha's wall. His mother had become wealthy after the Kyubi attack. She flaunted it for all to see.
Memories continued to filter through my mind. Yuma had to be within the mansion. Her room was on the other side of mine. She enjoyed wind manipulation, many had praised her talents. Yusuke was equally prideful of his elder sister and jealous.
The memories became fuzzy right before the explosion. Why had Yuma not joined beside his bed. I would have liked to compare the two bodies.
A blond-haired girl opened the door. She had the same jaw line as their mother. Her hair fell well passed her thigh in a braid. Had Chun Lee had a secret daughter.
She was not as slender as their mother. Yuma was a creature of muscle and power. At thirteen, she had large breasts and her height was easily six feet. Green eyes considered his own searching for something. At twelve Yusuke had yet to enter puberty, this body was yet no match for the larger girl. Not a line shown from the training accident to mar this thirteen year old's beauty.
"Brother, it is good that you are well again. Come let me fix you dinner." I stared at this girl and pegged her for what she was a rival. She had tried to kill Yusuke with a botched wind jutsu. She knew that the wind blades would rip him to ribbons.
A hand like a vice grabbed ahold of my arm. I longed to use rise and snap her wrist. This woman should not be underestimated. Just before she would take me away. A firm hand grabbed ahold of hers. This one was like steel and a life line.
"That will be alright. I will fix our meal. I am your mother after all." I watched as my sister's hand fell away from mine. A flash of anger covered her face before it vanished. Leaving me to wonder, had it been there after all.
We were taken to a massive table. I sat on one side, my sister across from me. I wondered who could be our sires if we looked so different. This body I was housed in had black hair and pale skin. A contrast to the tan and blonde of both dam and sibling.
She opened the fridge and took a few fish from the bottom. Small cubes of ice fell away. She paid them no mind as they clacked on the floor. Maids would come after their meal and clean the floor.
A kunai appeared in my mother's hand and she cut the fish apart like an expert. Soon rice, vegetables, and seaweed fused in the form of sushi. Each piece was tossed on a plate masterfully.
"Mother, can brother handle such a meal? I have already prepared him something more easily digested." The kunai she had used to dice the fish, flashed beside Yuma and planted itself in the wall.
Yuma's green eyes were wide. A frown marred her façade.
"I already poured out the poisoned curry. How you believe such a dish easy to digest, is beyond me. Did you forget, what I do?" His mother said.
I handled the chop sticks brazenly as I ate every bite given. It may be my last meal that wasn't poisoned. From now on I couldn't keep anything in the fridge. Perhaps, I should find a nice ramen stand to eat at.
"Poison mother. I would never harm my brother. How could you say such a thing?" I stared at the girl, who was my sister now. I finished the last of my food and placed my dish in the sink.
"May I be excused mother." I asked. It was important to show this woman all the respect I could. This world was dangerous especially towards my meat suit. Poison wouldn't necessarily kill me but it could weaken me.
"You may be excused, while I speak with your sister." Ouch, I stared into my loving sibling's eyes. They were so filled with hate. If looks could kill, I would need a new host.
If I wanted to grow stronger, then I would need more than my own eyes. Information came from the old man. It was the shadow clone jutsu.
Going through the hand signs, I made a clone of myself. I sent the clone to study in my room for the academy exam. I stepped my way into the library. My mother loved to hoard information. There were quite a few jutsu here. Mostly notes describing techniques she had seen. Other tomes were of jutsu and the history behind their use. I took a simple scroll of fire manipulation. My sister loved wind jutsu, it was time to counter it.
In the backyard, there was a pond and a training field. All of which was private. The power that comes with being a medic nin was not to be underestimated. Especially, when you were the head medic nin.
Chakra worked a lot like psionic energy. To be successful will and knowledge were mandatory. I snatched a leaf off one of the many trees. Lines littered the sand near the pond where Yuma had used her wind transformation. She had parted the water.
I would evaporate the pond. The scroll was only a few paragraphs long and after reading them I had the measure of it. Fire was a consuming element. Just like the red.
Fire chakra would devour my normal chakra to replicate itself. There were ways to increase the potency of my fire chakra. One way was to have a source and replicate it with chakra. Knowing fire helped produce it. There were techniques like the mystical palm to analyze the elements with chakra.
"Home for a day and you try to one up me. Mother thinks I am trying to take our inheritance. As if I need this place. When I am Hokage, I will have my own mansion." I gave her little attention. Memories from Yusuke told a tale of a glory seeking child.
"Hey, do you, really think you can produce fire chakra. As I recall you couldn't produce a breeze with wind." I took out a few matches and a candle. Lighting the candle, I placed it on the ground. Performing a few hand signs, I settled on the ground.
Saying nothing was my best option. When arguing with a woman there is nothing to gain. It doesn't matter how logical you are, they are never wrong.
Just as I was beginning to get a feel for the small flame. A heavy wind blew out the candle. I took out another match and lit it just as a second wind blew it out.
Turning to Yuma she turned her head and began to whistle.
"I guess today isn't the day to train." Yuma said. I turned and looked back at the mansion to see a maid staring at us. She was one of Yuma's favorites. They were young slender girls that did all the house work. My mother bought them from a trader, when we were younger. Now though, when I reviewed Yusuke's memories the maid was a slave. She was also there when the accident happened.
Did she have something to do with the accident?
"Yuma leave me, I have no time for your shenanigans." I said. She circled me, like a hungry wolf.
"You don't understand Yusuke. I am not playing around. You aren't allowed to train her in private this is my place. If you want your own, then graduate and train with your genin squad." A smile split my face. A day in this body and things had already heated.
"Yuma, Yuma, Yuma don't say that. It makes you sound like a spoiled child. You don't want me to treat you like a spoiled child, do you?" I said. She got into a fighting stance. It looked like a combination of academy and something else.
Chakra flowed to her muscles, empowering them. The chakra was so thick that I could see it. I had little skill with my chakra. Compared to her, I was an infant.
How fortunate was it that I had the knowledge of others to stand on? Getting into an academy stance, I watched her sneer. It was no surprise to me that she was unladylike.
Rise empowered my body. It easily surpassed what it could have done without chakra. With chakra, it multiplied even further. My muscles screamed at me to stop as chakra pumped through them. They screamed louder as their limits were unlocked.
It was a good pain, I missed it. She made the opening move. A punch aimed at my throat. It was only a feint. Her real attack was a knee to my balls.
I ducked the punch and before she could bring her knee up, I used a gentle fist strike to her gut. Chakra flowed out in a hot mess. It was nowhere near as controlled as the Hyuga. The chakra flowed too shallowly. Her guts were fine.
Her head lurched forward with a crunch. My nose crunched and pain exploded. She smiled at seeing blood trickle down my nose.
"It seems you were due another training accident. Great fire ball jutsu." She went through the hand seals and a ball of fire leapt out at me.
"Rise 100%," I said, just as the jutsu struck and flames enveloped me. My skin was burned to a crisp. It melted off me as new skin grew in its place. Chakra was burned to keep my body going. It was at that time, I understood fire.
I clapped my hands, in mockery of her. Her eyes bugged out as she saw me. A crispy boy of twelve tanking her jutsu.
"A good attempt dear sister but pointless. I'm not limited by my flesh anymore." I thrust my palm at her and launched a wave of telekinesis. She shot back and landed in the pond.
It was a shallow pond and she got up. "Is that it. After I burnt you crispy, you knock me into a pond. I knew you were weak but." I forced her under.
Bubbles poured up from under the water, as she struggled for air. A cruel smile crept over my face. It was certainly a leftover from Yusuke. Suddenly, a blow from behind knocked my arm out of socket.
I turned just in time to see the maid kick me in the face. The maid's dark skin and black hair were an exotic sight. If not for the blood flowing down my face and the arm out of socket, I may have fallen for her.
She thrust a kunai at my throat. It stopped just before killing me by my own telekinesis. I turned my head over to my sister. She struggled up out of the water sputtering. I met the maid's eyes and forced the blond back under.
For a time, we grunted and the kunai came ever closer to my throat.
"Very well, if you release my mistress. We will call it even." I stared into the brown eyes of the maid. She showed nothing of the meek house keeper façade. I let up my grip and Yuma rose from the water and the kunai was removed.
"I suggest you find an excuse to give your mother. If not I will claim you tried to rape me and I showed you mercy by only dislocating your shoulder." I stared at my adversary.
My arm popped back in seemingly of its own accord. The shadow clone I left in my room popped filling me in of the presence of a second maid. There were three maids that were loyal only to my sister. It seemed they didn't want me around to inherit the mansion and their slave contracts.
"If Yuma or one of your sisters interrupts my training again. I will go for the kill. I closed my hand and a nearby boulder crumbled." She bowed to me shallowly. More out of disrespect than anything.
"If you harm my mistress again. We will kill you as you sleep." She walked off carrying Yuma bridle style. She moved in the delicate steps of a trained assassin. Mysteries were never my strong suit. Where had my mother found these people.
I took my nose in hand and snapped it back in place. The crunch shook me to the core. The grinding of bones was never my favorite.
The sun was just setting. There was plenty of time to train still.
Chapter end.
I don't own Naruto, Psyren, or any other anime or movie I use.
Well what do you think.
Personally, I think this story will get good soon. With assassination attempts and a power-hungry sister, Yusuke has a tough home life.
As far as the mother is concerned the maids are a test to see which sibling is best to inherit. She is a powerful medic with more skeletons in her basement than Orochimaru. Unlike him she was never caught.
The maid's names will be Abal, Ghunwah, and Suha. They are all proficient in their cultures Taijutsu. They are loyal to Yuma because in their eyes she saved them. If Yusuke doesn't tread carefully they will poison, maim him, or slit his throat while he sleeps. The holder of their contract can kill them with a series of hand seals. The contracts were made by the mother.
Where they come from will have a role in the story. Naruto will come next chapter only right now he is seven along with Sasuke. After graduation time will move forward.
Creatures lurk under the mansion more on that will come next chapter.
If there are any question please review. I will answer what I can next chapter.
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