Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction of two fanfictions, neither of which I own, and I certainly don't own Naruto.
I had never been this upset before. Sure, the other kids might have made fun of me when I stumbled over my speech, or commented on me and my brother because of our looks, but I didn't care too much about that. I could stop talking, and my looks came from Mom and Dad, and they were both awesome, so that wasn't too bad. But this was far worse than that, and I wasn't sure why.
Well, okay, no. I knew exactly why it was this bad. Ever since I had to fight to go to the Academy instead of Shogakko, I had been terrified that maybe the hospital had got it right, maybe I was chakra hypersensitive, maybe I would never become a ninja. And now? They were proven right. I ran home, slamming the door open and charging upstairs into mom's office, all but throwing myself into her arms. I felt her hug me back, obviously confused, as she asked me what was wrong.
"I'll never be a ninja," I wailed, burying my head into her shoulder, even as I heard the door creaking open behind me. That would be my Dad, probably, or else...
"We did chakra control exercises at the Academy today," Shikamaru explained, when Mom's head turned questioningly towards him. "I didn't have any problems, neither did Chouji or Ino. Or any of the other clan kids," he added, knowing that Mom would ask about them sooner or later if he didn't. "But Shikako..."
"My chakra was weird," I sniffled as my brother trailed off. "And I couldn't control it. Everyone else had blue chakra, but mine was purple! Who has purple chakra," I asked, angry now at how unfair this all was. I wouldn't be able to help change anything, I wouldn't be able to keep up with my brother... I would have to go to the civilian school and get laughed at by the girls there for being a Clan kid kicked out of ninja school! In my arms, I felt Mom tensing up, and then she called for dad.
"Shikaku! Get your ass in here already!"
"Maa, no need to yell," I heard my dad's voice from the door, and shuffled a little, turning to face him partway, my eyes all red and puffy. "What's the matter, dear?"
"I'm teaching Shikako my kinjutsu," Natsumi Nara grinned at her husband.
AN: Thanks to a picture on DeviantArt of various protagonists from various SI fics (Leads up SI by AngelsFallBeforeUs), I got to wondering. "What would happen if Nara Natsumi was the mother to Nara Shikako?" From that question, Dreaming of Deja Vu was born. It's a one-shot right now, and it's most likely going to remain a one-shot, unless I get another plot bunny that I can't resist. All I did was mash up two fanfictions, all credit for Dreaming of Sunshine goes to Silver Queen and the concept of Deja Vu no Jutsu belongs solely to Vixen_Tail, both of whom are much better writers than I. And if you haven't read both of their fics, then go and read them now. Right now. Seriously, shoo.