Authors Note:
I sure hope this repost works. I don't know what went wrong last time but thanks for being so quick to mention it to me. I hope you guys enjoy my new story, it's my first published second person story, so don't be afraid to criticise my work, I want to improve.
Blind Spot:
Blind Spot:
You think it's kinda strange being both bored and not bored. When you're adrift in a space with no dimensions at all be it physical or temporal it's difficult to get bored. You know simultaneously that no time and an infinite amount of time has passed since you tried to meddle in things a little too big to handle. Who new trying to possess a planet would end badly? Well your entire clan you suppose. You come from a small group of quite extraordinary people who have developed the ability to through our souls across physical space to possess other people. Yeah, scary shit. Useful though. This skill is one of the reasons why your clan has lasted so long through the warring period and was one of the first additions to the Land of Fire's hidden village.
You were Natsuba Yamanaka a researcher for the grand Yamanaka clan of the wandering mind. You think 'was' because you don't feel like anything right now. As a researcher you were the person pushing your clans techniques to new limits. While others were looking at controlling others without having to leave their bodies you went down a different path. After seeing the incredible powers that a thinking clone technique used by your leader Hashirama Senju, you wondered if your technique would allow you to create new clones or what you could stretch your ability to possess. Through this process you discovered some fascinating things. It is a very strange experience possessing an animal and it doesn't work unless you are familiar with how the body should work. It is not a great struggle defeating the conscious mind of a dog but having to pilot a new body and fight it's much more powerful subconscious mind is so overcomplicated that you decided it was basically useless. You then moved on to trying to possess clones with some minor success, it gives you control of the clone but not access to the users mind and the drain on the clones chakra reserves destroys them very quickly. Strangely enough the Hokage did not want you practicing on his clones, something about "If I ever feel a Yamanaka in my mind your people will be plant food." Touchy subject maybe? You moved on to trying to pilot puppets which was very strange. It takes a long time to assume control over them and you discovered why when you got others to help you. When your technique dominates another soul you start regrowing your chakra network inside the new persons network. This means the 8 meter tall mud golem you tried to possess was trying to grow a chakra network. This leads you to your current predicament. You couldn't get the golem to work because it didn't have enough chakra in it to sustain it. So what has the most chakra in the world? Why the world of course. Yes that was your plan. You tried to possess the planet. Turns out that is a bad idea and leads you to where/when/why you are.
The amount of nature chakra in the world tore a hole in the universe and ejected your soul here. There is no ANYTHING here. You're pretty sure if time existed you would go insane quickly but thankfully it doesn't. In your little realm there is just your consciousness to think over your mistakes. You idly wonder what it would take for something to happen. The realm you are in is infinite as far as you can tell so you existing everywhere is a bit confusing. Your thoughts process at any speed you want, which is strange because you shut down your thoughts a while ago when you realised there was nothing more to think about. Why were they turned back on again? Oh right. Your prison term is coming to an end. A tear started to widen in your realm and after pausing it's progress and restarting your consciousness you let it continue. You cast your perception over the new tear and slip through to the dimension it inhabits. You feel a vast entity many times greater than you, so large it has it's own gravitational pull. You give a start as you realise that being a disembodied spirit you shouldn't be affected by gravity and therefor something else is pulling on you. This new realm you're in has different laws such as progressive time and space which means you can SEE. You open your metaphorical eyes and are confronted by an at once horrifying and beautiful sight. A giant forest of crystal like shards make up an amorphous being that defies comprehension. There are small glowing shards flying through the air, about as big as a small child, as you see that this large creature which is made up of trillions upon trillions of the shards is surrounding a planet and is punching through to dimensions and sending shards through the tears it makes. It must have opened hole to your realm by accident. Your instincts activate as you move out of the way of a high speed shard that takes a small chunk out of your projection of soul as its flies by. You realise how dangerous the place is too late as another shard smashes into you and starts propelling you towards another breach in dimensional walls. Guess you're along for the ride.
As you are hurtle toward the dimensional breach you reach your senses towards the shard and feel a rudimentary intelligence. It reminds you of trying to posses the beetles of the Aburame clan except it seems to have more independence from it's master intelligence. You have no more time to think as you feel three words float into your mind. [TRAJECTORY, DESTINATION, AGREEMENT]. Then you are thrust through a dimensional wall and find yourself suffused in a body. An unconscious body. Your soul automatically overtakes the body pushing aside the host soul which is in a state of extreme panic until you feel the shard that accompanied you trying to do something similar. You feel it pushing emotions and thoughts into the host soul and by extension you as it tries to give you what feel like aggressive tendencies. No thank you. You've gone through so many war scarred shinobi minds that there is no way this tiny ant like soul can even come close to affecting you. You cut off its connection to you and start taking a look at your new body.
The first thing that shocks you is it has no chakra system. You wonder how the body could have survived but you can feel that the body skipped the chakra step and applies its spiritual energy straight to the body. The next thing you do is move your soul into the mind and start to absorb the memories stored there. You have been on deep infiltration missions before so you prioritise where you are, the social climate you are in and the precious people of the host so you don't stand out when you take control of the host. The next thing you notice from your new memories is your body is lying in an alleyway with a non-fatal stab wound in your side. Your mind flicks through the basics of the world you are in; much more advanced technology, large countries, declining societies, superpowered individuals and giant monsters. Ok it's pretty similar to your home dimension. Your attention is drawn to what the shard is doing now to the host soul. It is starting to develop a symbiotic relationship with it as you feel its confusion. It doesn't understand why having control of the host soul isn't giving it control of the body. Sorry buddy but someone else is in charge of this vessel. You finish pressing yourself fully into the body and then compress the soul and shard into a small partition at the back of the bodies mind.
You open your eyes and examine your surroundings. You are in a poorly lit alleyway with discarded fast-food wrappers and cigarettes smushed across the cracked concrete. There is no-one around you but from your stolen memories you know you had just got the shit kicked out of you by some burly thugs. You recognise they would be called Asians, pause. You sift through the memories that allude to all the various reasons people divide themselves by in this world. You are confused until you reason it to be sort of like clans hating each other, but in the face of extreme danger like the Tailed Beasts or this worlds "Endbringers" even the Uchiha would truce with the Hyuuga until the catastrophe was dealt with. You examine your injuries. You feel a set of cracked ribs and a knife wound about the size of a coin just above your hip line, you know it is not immediately dangerous but it could turn septic soon. You stagger to your feet slowly becoming used to the much weaker body you are in. You shove your fingers into the hole ignoring the stabbing pain that makes your groin feel like the time you called an Akimichi woman "curvy." You start heading towards the nearest medical centre, although you could patch yourself up there is no reason not to let professionals do it and you need to practice pretending to be your host.
As you stumble along the sidewalk towards a hospital, people move out of your way with wary looks on their faces. It's the kind of look you remembered from Konoha, the look of someone who has seen enough trouble that they don't want to help someone without bringing trouble to themselves. You finally make it to a hospital with a large glowing sign "Brockton Central" and you walk through the glass automatic doors. All the glass unnerves you because you know how easily it can turn into weapons, the Yamanka clan participated in killing the Yowai Kessho clan who used disposable glass weaponry as fragmentary weapons. You move to a counter where a pretty girl in a green blouse is sitting at a computer looks up to you through thick glasses. "Can I help you sir?" You gather your thoughts and change your defensive stance to that of a weakened man who is bleeding out, which you are, and lean on the counter. "I was mugged by a group of Asians and have been stabbed. I need medical attention." Her eyes widen and she stands up to see the blood coating your hand has run down your left leg to leave small drops on the floor behind you. She curses under her breath and rushes you into a small room and tells you to sit on a raised table. You look around the room noticing the cramped feel but sparse array of medical equipment. You palm a scalpel and remember the room you entered was filled with various injured people ranging from red nosed disease carriers, to people with clearly twisted ankles and wonder at what they learn at academy here. You barely spent 3 years being tutored by a Yamanaka elder and from that you could already set bones and tend to most wounds, here they spend from 10 to 16 years learning but they can't take care of themselves. You shrug and chalk it up to different priorities.
The door opens and instead of the pretty receptionist there is an older woman with a hooked nose and a harried expression on her face walking in. "Good evening Mr..?" she looks at you expectantly with a clipboard and pen in hand. "Davis, the name's Jonathan Davis." You make sure to grit your teeth as you say it to emphasise the pain you're in. You feel foolish that you had forgotten to take your hand out of your abdomen as most civilians would pass out from the pain but you try and make up for it with your performance, there was a reason you were an infiltrator. "Good, well Mr Davis my name is Doctor Megson and I shall be examining you. While I look at your injury could you fill out these forms for me?" She passes you some forms and a pen then pulls on some latex gloves. You read through the form and fill out the details, Age: 17, Height: 183cm/6ft the list goes on. You pause at the medical insurance as you know that your host's parents had insurance but doesn't know it himself. You leave it blank and finish the form as best you can. You flinch every now and then as the doctor none to gently prods your wound then makes you exhale as she feels your torso. She puts a gauze on your wound then marks some notes on her clipboard and turns to face you while peeling her gloves off. "You were quite lucky young man, the knife didn't hit anything vital but it has been stressed by your long walk to the hospital, you should have called for an ambulance," You nod and commit this social norm to memory as she continues, "You have cracked your 5th and 6th ribs on your right side and have some bruising along your arms. You should contact your parents and I will explain to them what you will need for recovery because you're going to need stitches." You continue nodding then raise a hand. "I was mugged by some Asians and they took my phone, is there a hospital one I can use?" She nods, "The ABB have been pretty quiet but it's still dangerous to go out alone, you can use this phone. I have to go check on other patients." She hands you a small rectangle of plastic then moves out of the room.
You take moment to call up host memories for a talk with people that will know you best. As time goes on it will become second nature to you but for now you will need to really focus to sell your act. You dial in a number and the phone begins to ring. Before the first ring is finished a feminine voice frantically answers the phone, "Hello? This is Karen." "Hey Mum it's Jono, I'm at Brockton General." There is an explosive sigh of relief on the other end of the phone and a shouted "He's at the hospital," is heard followed by rush of frantic questions as both your new parents start asking questions of you. "What happened? Where have you been? Are you hurt? Who is with you?" Then a final, "We're coming to get you." You grimace at the sound of them rushing to a car as you start answering questions. Obviously this family is close to their sun which will make deceiving them all the more difficult. Why couldn't you get a normal dysfunctional family? "I was mugged by ABB and just woke up, the doctors want to talk to you about something and I'm not too hurt." You stop talking as your new memories indicate that in this world a stab wound actually DOES count as badly hurt. "That's terrible honey, we're on our way now. You stay put and we'll take care of everything don't you worry." "Ok mum I'll wait for you." You hang up the phone and lie back on the examining table and begin a meditative trance to sort through your new memories faster. After a few minutes you feel your body flagging as it wants sleep to start to repair itself and begin growing a chakra system within it. You briefly wonder if you're concussed before dismissing it and then dropping into a deep sleep.
You are gently woken up by Doctor Megson who hands you a glass of water. "Your parents are here and have been informed of your situation. I'm going to stitch you up and proscribe you some painkillers then you are free to leave. While I prepare you can talk with your parents." She moves to a cupboard and starts collecting needles and sanitisers as the door opens and in walk two people. By observing them you get an idea of how you probably look. Your father is a bald man with a small beer gut and a scraggly beard and he gives off a calm aura. You can see you probably got your sturdy frame from him. Your mother donated your sharp chin and angular cheekbones as well as your height. They both rush forward and gently hug you as your mother starts fussing over you. You gently reassure them using gentle shushing sounds while trying to act clueless. Annoyingly from your meditation you have found the Jono did not focus on his studies and was more of a sports player so would not have a reputation of being knowledgeable but thankfully he inherited his fathers calm aura which is a large relief to you. The doctor moves your parents aside and with swift precise strokes stitches you shut. She then wraps a gauze around you and pronounces you ready to leave. You thank her and walk out with your new family.
The car ride is a bit awkward for you as you have to come up with answers to why you were out at night, your host was planning to buy weed until the ABB jumped him, while staying in character while all reassuring your parents. You stop at a chemists and pick up some painkillers of which you reluctantly take two once you get home. Your parents continue to question you until they send you upstairs to sleep as it is approaching 4am. They remind you that there is school tomorrow and that the doctor said he would be fine to go back but no sport for a week. You fake a groan at that news and walk up to your room. Once the door is closed you strip down and observe your body in a mirror. When you first entered this world you thought your body was quite weak but now that you observe yourself you can see your host has some well developed muscles and is lacking scars, aside from your new one. You assume that with the absence of chakra in the people of this world humans must have evolved with less dense muscles. You determine that you should be healed up entirely within about 2 hours thanks to the minuscule amount of chakra your new chakra system is giving you. At the moment you have the chakra of a toddler, probably a thousandth of your usual chakra. You notice that your hair is blonde unlike either of your parents and that your eyes are the same startling blue of your original life. No Yamanaka had ever done a full takeover like this so you are in unfamiliar territory. You're not even sure if you could use a Yamanaka technique without losing control of your body, especially with the shard looking to perform unknown transformations to you. You sigh and look around your room. There are posters of burly men in padded costumes holding what looks like an oversized egg until your memories supply that Jono was an avid fan and player of 'football'. You marvel at the idea of organised sports competitions and feel a small sense of anticipation as your competitive streak surfaces, you want to see how good you are at 'football'. There are a few textbooks under a pile of dirty clothes in a corner and you see a small amount of unfinished homework sitting on a desk. You take a quick look through the homework and are sure you can complete it all relatively easily then pick up a history textbook and begin to read. After you finish the textbook the sun had well and truly risen you move on to a 'chemistry' textbook. You remember a few researchers mentioning trying to understand the makeup of the world but you read in shock at all the knowledge this world has. You spend most of the day reading until your untrained body finally can't take any more punishments so you lie down to a meditative sleep, eager to try it this worlds version of school tomorrow.