Helllo! This has been long coming, I have an HP fic on the back burner but I'm kind of on hold with it because the HP-verse is just so easy to fuck with that it seems everybody has done everything possible.

The Naruto-verse is kind of the same way but it seems more condensed down because of the different backstories that each character has. Even the characters that were long dead have a background that is easy to imagine and such a rich and violent history that filling in the blanks is so much fun to do compare to the HP-verse.

If I tried hard enough, I can probably pick up this and my HP one near the end of the year but I've only wrote several chapters for both. I know I can, but as of late, my job has me running around late hours and leave me tired during the day and unfortunately, I know for sure that I probably won't post consistently because of this big project m company is working on.

Thanks for your patience!

December 27, 2017- Finished.
March 23, 2018- Edited.

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She was a pretty little thing, but then again, what little girl wasn't pretty?

It was often thought that she wouldn't make it either, too sweet and polite along with how little progress she showed. Almost like the perfect noble's daughter, except no noble's daughter was so charming or well mannered at the age of seven.

The only reason why she was still around was because of her age, temper, and all around averageness. The chuunin instructors didn't really see her fit to be a kunoichi but the problem was finding a grounding reason to kick her out.

But that was fine, she'll probably get stuck into the Genin Corps or dropped altogether, before she steps into a real battle.

"Which one is she? Point her out."

"Right there, the one with the short blue hair by the tree, Hokage-sama."

Despite her averageness as they described her, that in itself should've alerted something was wrong. The pretty little thing wasn't suspicious, she was but all children were the same in one way and that was to seek out companionship.

They all huddled into their little groups, little social cliques that can be much crueler than the adult counterparts and those that don't fit into any of them were isolated and bitter. Misfits that lashed out making enemies for human contact.

"Tell me, does she want to be a ninja?"

Because she was isolated by her choice and there was no bitter resentment or anger. No real reason he can see, read, or speculate for her to be alone and still smile carelessly like she is. There wasn't a targeted group of little kids that she avoided or some tangible/invisible force that was keeping her apart.

"We're not sure, nobody really talks to her and she doesn't really talk either."

An orphan little child was usually scared to be alone, especially ones that were orphaned at an age where they couldn't string together coherent thoughts.

"Has any instructor actually tried to talk to her?"

"W-well, no-"

Tobirama glared at the chuunin. "Isn't it the instructor's job to ensure their student's future and health?"

Because his brother would've harassed him if he didn't do this much for the little girl. Even if she was creepy as fuck to him.

But her creepy averageness can only speak volumes in what she's hiding.

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It was a routine, a routine that I followed. Not really, but nonetheless, I followed whatever rut I made in the name of stability.

"Play a song for me?"

I got into an easy stance, the one that I remembered from long ago. My body flowed step by step and arms moved accordingly by the script it remembered. The slow moving dance that made me sway to the imaginary music.

"Play the one that makes the birds sing!"

The smile never left my face but that memory always welled happiness. I hummed along the soundless tune and wondered what else would spring up today, I liked to think that if I faced that wave head on then it'll be like a winter breeze.

I can only make this as pleasant as I can make it or it'll be a storm that'll hit me.

"Haruka-chan?"

So I breathe to face reality with a smile.

"Can I help you, sensei?"

It was no surprise to see my sensei uncomfortable, confrontation with me always made people uncomfortable for some reason. It didn't bother me, I was fine being left alone. I preferred it in fact.

"Play that song again!"

"Ah, well, I just wanted to know what you wanted to do as a ninja." Sensei easily said. "Do you have a particular area you wanted to excel on?"

I looked up at the sky humming in thought. I stalled on purpose, I wasn't stupid, I knew what he thought of me.

"It's like a song, they only hear how nice it sounds at first."

"Maybe taijutsu?" I said wistfully. "It's been a while since I've sparred with anybody."

Sensei looked at me with an indulging, strained smile. The sight of a little girl didn't fit his criteria of a heavy hitter but nodded anyways.

"I'm sure if you trained enough, you'll find a style for yourself."

"Let them draw their own hasty conclusions because once they start paying attention, it's their own loss."

Watching my sensei walk away wasn't new, in this life or the other. I was used to the sight of people leaving me, leaving me because I was weak.

"Don't worry, I'll come back."

But I knew, I knew that despite the happiness they all tried to keep, they couldn't hide the fact that we were losing. They were strong, but their numbers were small, painfully small against what we were fighting against.

I didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that I died before knowing the conclusion of that war. I didn't want to know who-

My foot stomped forward back into stance, my fingers gripped before they loosened, and I took another breath.

"Eyes always forward and never waver in your stance, if they come, at least you'll know how to snap their necks."

"You can be strong, you are strong!"

"I'll stay strong." I told myself. "This is nothing."

And like before, I'll keep smiling. Not for others this time, but for myself.

The great inevitable prevented me from doing that before, my body was weak and I had too many people, too little people, to stay strong for. But now I can be strong and stronger, even if I didn't know what to be strong for yet, I can at least be strong for myself and for everybody that I remembered.

"I'm right here, -. And yeah, it's just like sleeping."

These memories staticked in and out but even if I couldn't remember them fully or name the people at the top of my head, I still remembered. What was important anyways.

"Even if you forget, your body won't."

And the invisible enemies proved that somewhere in my mind that I can still punch, kick, and move. Sloppy but that's what practice is for.

Haruka was someone I can be, what I dreamed to be, even if my only companions were people that I barely remembered. These lessons stuck to me like a leech and I'll capitalize on that, with every move and breath, I was gaining an advantage over these shinobi. In a world that doesn't have this fancy power, I can only be ahead if I added it.

Another smile replaced the last at the next thought, I wondered how long these shinobi can stay powerless, without chakra to use for every little thing or convenience?

"Every advantage you find can be only good for you."

And I was far too acquainted in being powerless.

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Small graceful steps and a smile to match, I easily weaved through the crowd setting off back to the academy. I had no qualms in the fact that everybody looked at me oddly, I'd rather be weird than boring. The phasing memories were spoiling me with pranks, laughter, and creative ideas of the powerless.

For a world with fancy powers, it was rather dull.

But I didn't mind, I knew how to entertain myself and it's been fun seeing they've just introduced how to call this basic power up, for the civilians anyways, but that didn't deter me from seeing just how chakra works myself. And failing.

It's not like I expect it to be easy anyways but I would like to walk on water and run on the roof tops as fast as possible. It looked fun and I could just imagine what I could just do with just chakra control alone let alone the fancy jutsus that everyone wants to learn.

But that's what the Academy is for, like any other school, they'll teach you the bare minimum and expect the kids to find the motivation to read a book to further the subject. I had plenty of motivation and a library to not really raid, you can't raid a library with a stingy librarian in the way.

It's hard for someone like me to not gather information as fast as I can, it was one of the few things I was good at.

"Just remember, any blackmail is good blackmail. It gives you varying degrees and options depending on the seriousness of the situation."

"If you can by pass these firewalls then I'm afraid I'll be out of the job here. I still have my pride."

Waking up and being able to do things without restraint, even if this world is dangerous, physical activity was my best friend. The thought to be able to exercise missions was exciting, and this world had nothing against progressive minds of creative human beings.

The traditional, conservative ways made me want to laugh when the instructors tried to scare me away.

"This is a gun, a really nice gun. You can show it off to the others at the range."

"Have I told you about the one guy that I stepped on?"

"Sometimes, I really wish you didn't know what I did, that I could shelter you from it all. But all the rest of me is glad that you do know."

These fond memories, of all of them stained and chipped from their jobs and the necessary evils to make the free go 'round, I wanted that. Now I can have exactly that without any of them, that lifestyle militarized and sanctioned under an oligarchy or dictatorship of some sort.

What irony.

"Haruka-san?" An annoyed voice sounded beside me. "Would you be willing to indulge a conversation with me?"

He was pale with pretty purple markings on his face with nice black, silky hair to match. I beamed a smile at him, in amusement because I never been asked for a conversation like that. Especially not from a little boy who was a little older than her, probably a year or two older.

"Of course, may I know your name?"

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"Orochimaru."

It was stupid, why he indulged Jiraiya in this stupid dare was beyond him but the white haired oaf was being ridiculous and unreasonable. The too happy blue haired girl may be annoying with that smile that she sent him but she's far from the plague that everyone that makes her out to be.

Everyone called her creepy to a degree, Orochimaru even notices that the instructors were a little nervous to talk to her and he has to admit that the shining, bright blue eyes that matched her hair made him uncomfortable as well. Not that it'll stop him from proving the dead last wrong.

"The weather's nice for today but I suggest bringing an umbrella tomorrow, it might rain, maybe later in the day too."

This feeling of being thrown off by the conversation didn't stop his curiosities. "Oh? How do you know?"

"I can smell it coming."

Irritation built within the pale boy, that familiar line he usually hears from that Hatake kid made him want to glare, he did, before continuing.

"And what exactly do you smell before the rain?" Orochimaru gritted out.

Thoroughly unfazed, Haruka just hummed in thought. "Hmm, well you know how rain drops form in the sky, right?" She watched the boy nod. "Well, I like to think the air gets heavier with the water vapors and anything like smoke and dust that we usually smell falls to the ground from the extra weight. It's like smelling the mud and grass after it rains only it's before it."

He gave an intrigued, slow nod. "Yes, I suppose that's true."

It is then Orochimaru takes a good look at her. From the old hand me down shirt and pants to the ratty umbrella that looked too flimsy for any breeze in her hands, he realized that this orphan girl can carry a far more smarter conversation than the ignorant mutt or the stupid dead last that seemed to gravitate to him. Any conversation with other children was easily brushed off and any adult was too stupid to actually take him seriously.

His restless mind latched on to the thought that this smiling little girl that was twirling the umbrella in her hands in a carefree manner may be on the same intelligence level as he was, or close to it seeing he was still better, and maybe keep up with his own thoughts. The coiling hold at the thought of a challenge made him more than willing to ignore her annoying smile if it meant intelligent conversations in the near future.

"Ah, sorry Orochimaru-san, it's almost time for class." The girl interrupted his thoughts. "It was nice talking to you, stay warm!"

The cheerful goodbye was foreign but he ignored it in favour of walking to his own class while noting that she was two classes below him. That was unacceptable, he'll make her study and train harder if she's really as smart as she seems to be. There was no way he would someone like her be stuck with a bunch of brainless children that were dumber than the ones in his class.

"So how'd it go?"

Orochimaru turned irritably towards Jiraiya before settling for a smirk. "Haruka-san is a much more better conversationalist than you'd ever be."

Jiraiya's face reddened before puffing up. "Of course a bastard like you would find a creepy girl like her interesting!"

Orochimaru scoffed. "She's not creepy, weird and a little air-headed but far from creepy. Smarter than you definitely."

"If you can talk to her then maybe I will too!"

"Please don't, I don't need you to infect her with your stupid."

"Oh? It it be tat you have a crush on that creepy girl?"

Orochimaru scowled. "No, you're an even bigger idiot for thinking that."

This wasn't unusual, their bickering was part of the normal routine of this class and it held no particular attention from anyone outside of the angry blonde that was approaching. They both didn't pay attention until the said blonde knocked their heads together.

"What the hell are you both arguing about now?"

"Tsu-hime, Orochi-teme has a crush!"

"Don't push your libido on me! Just because she's a female doesn't mean anything between us, if anything, one would think you were too shy to meet with her in the first place. 'Scouting her out' as you would crudely say." Orochimaru sneered.

The white haired boy squawked and sputtered denials and gave another angry retort. Tsunade pinched the bridge of her nose before cracking her knuckles in a warning, that sound silenced them swiftly.

"Who are you talking about?" Tsunade pressed her hands to her hips. "If she's got both of your attentions then it's only natural that I have to judge her myself, especially if both of you like her." She smirked.

Though, the thought of Orochimaru liking someone made her want to pout. He was hers first, their parents introduced each other and she won't lie that she had a little crush on him. A crush that soon fell away because of his brisk attitude, he's too stiff and she couldn't even understand half the things he talks about.

But he was still her best friend.

And Jiraiya was reluctantly hers too, he was annoying and loud but he grew on her, like having that one annoying cousin that was too smart but uses his smarts for all the wrong reasons.

To hear another girl that caught their attention was kind of alarming so to say. Tsunade's not about to share what's hers with another girl.

"We're talking about Creepy-Haruka, you know, that one girl that's always alone and hums weird songs and have that creepy feeling when she turns her smile to you?" Jiraiya whispered. "A lot of us thinks she's a doll brought back to life, like those creepy porcelain dolls."

"You're an idiot" Orochimaru deadpanned.

"I'm serious!" Jiraiya flailed. "Who here in Konoha has bright blue hair like that? And matching eyes to boot? The reason why she can't stop smiling is because she was made that way and that glassy look in her eyes are like that because they're made of glass!" He leaned in further with a conspirator look. "And they said that she's looking for her owner in the Academy because she knows that they're here."

"You're an idiot." Tsunade stared.

But Tsunade had to admit when she saw Haruka from afar, there was something off about her. The girl was perfectly normal, nothing out of place and yet there was this air around her that even the adults were aware of.

Jiraiya wasn't too far off when he called her a porcelain doll, Haruka felt fragile like one, but she obviously can take a hit if she's training to be a ninja. And the songs that she hums weren't anything that Tsunade has ever heard, they ranged from upbeat to all the way to haunting.

Tsunade shook away from those thoughts. "Either way, I want to meet her! We're all going to meet her." She gave Jiraiya a pointed look. "None of this doll nonsense, we can find her during lunch."

"But that's another thing! She disappears during lunch and after school!" Jiraiya flailed again. "I heard that some kids tried to follow her one day and she was no where to be found, but they only heard her humming-"

She punched him, partly because he was freaking her out and partly because he was being annoying, but as far as she can tell, Haruka will get the Senju examination. Tsunade can't be the strongest kunoichi if she's afraid of a girl younger than her and Orochimaru likes her. He doesn't like anybody.

"We're meeting her."

"I don't wanna!"

But the fact the girl acts like a deterrent for Jiraiya and other people in general could be the reason why Orochimaru liked her at all.

Hell, Tsunade could like anyone that can make the idiot cower like this.

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It took a week for them to meet up with me and I can honestly say that I was amused at their persistence in trying to contact me. It wasn't hard to hide from them, I wasn't a stranger to climbing out and up the windows nor using trees to hide. And I was tiny, I'm not above using the cabinet spaces or vents to avoid people.

Just because I couldn't actively use those skills from before didn't mean I didn't practiced them.

I was partly suspicious in why they wanted to talked to me, especially when that pale boy was with them but I finally decided that I would indulge them. They didn't seem hostile.

I gave them an easy smile at their hidden frustration. "Hello Orochimaru-san, did you stay dry?"

"Yes, though I must ask, where were you all week?" He asked bluntly and got an elbow to the ribs for that.

I shrugged. "Here and there, mostly practicing and remembering. You can only do so much as a kid."

The white haired boy shot the others a look before the blonde stepped up. "We wanted to meet you, Orochi here doesn't open up to people but he seemed happy to talk to you. I had to meet the person that can get a compliment out of this guy."

I giggled at the scandalized looked Orochimaru gave. "We just talked about the weather, nothing too special about that and he's nice, I'm sure you're just exaggerating."

"There is nothing nice about this bastard! He makes little girls cry and will poison you in your sleep! He's as nice as a goddamn snake!"

"Oh, so pretty nice." I looked up in thought. "There's this snake that I know in the field I train in and it likes it when I feed a bit of the rabbits I catch." I beamed at them. "It likes fish too!"

There was a moment. "I told you she was fucking weird! Now she's going to get that snake to kill us in our sleep!"

My eyes glistened as I watched the white haired boy scamper behind Orochimaru and the black haired boy himself just rolled his eyes. He easily pushed off the hands that were clutching his shirt and scowled.

"She's joking you moron." Orochimaru crossed his arms.

"It'd be cool to have a snake that would listen to me." I said wistfully. "But I think I like birds better."

They were fun, to tease anyways. It seems like they were just curious about me, nothing too suspicious, and it seems that it was probably the white haired boy that instigated this.

His name was Jiraiya. I've seen him at the orphanage but I'm never around that dreary place unless curfew hits and I'm usually crawling through the window before the time comes as well. The frightened look on his face says it all and I couldn't help it, he was too easy. He's the one with the ghost stories after all.

"Hey, Jiraiya-san." The boy froze at his name. "Want to see the doll I found? It kind of looks like you."

He screamed, he screamed and the flash of fear on their faces made me giggle before I had to use my hand to the full extent of my laughter at the sight of Jiraiya running away. This was the most fun I had since being here!

I wiped my eyes and looked at the slightly petrified Academy students. "Tell him, sorry would you? I just couldn't resist messing with him, I'll tell him sorry later if he sits still long enough for it. He just makes it easy, you know?"

They both nodded dumbly and I giggled again. I think along with taijutsu, I'll work on stealth as well. A heavy hitting little girl that needs a bell, I can do that and I will do it.

"You are my best student, you succeeded with your limitations and you are far more worthy than how much you think you are. I will miss you."

It was a short life. A frustrating life.

But I was fine, I was more than fine. I was healthy and I can do whatever I want.

I'll do just that and more.

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