Naruto belongs to Kishimoto.
I was sitting on the swingset just outside the academy, my long light violet coat covering my being and keeping my hands in fingerless gloves that hid most of my skin, as I listened to the ever present buzzing and could only remember back to then...
I remember lying within a swarm of Kochu or Rinkaichū that felt small, the creatures seeming to be sizes of a grain of sand each or a single grain of rice for each one that scurried across my plump skin. Some of them seemed to try and burrow into my soft flesh, while others chose a different way to enter my very body.
The feeling of each tiny, needle-like leg they used to move, easily crossing my body and wearing holes into my flesh as they weared away the different parts of my body for easy access in and out. My eyes were squeezed tight, my mind numb with pain "Please end... please..." were my only thoughts, as the feeling of them slowly taking my body became more discomforting, their making it a home.
I could only struggle in vain, whimpering in pain...
A few weeks after the ritual of gaining my hive, it felt like I was never alone. I heard the soft humming of my hive every moment, and could feel my chakra be slowly taken. I was scared. Scared of these bugs living with me, and what I was. I know that I was an Aburame.
I was called Aburame Shiori here.
My eyes focused upon the academy doors, seeing waves upon waves of children leaving the school, some excited and others just happy to be done with classes for a day. I did want to learn about chakra, but would that be too predictable of a goal? Wanting to be a kunoichi, or would it be better to go for it, even if predictable or expected.
'"Okaasan, Otousan, May I enter the academy this year?" I asked with soft glee, voice going a pitch higher, but Aburame Shibi and mother looked towards me quietly, like they always do. "Sweet little bee, your still so frightened by your own swarm... not speaking of others you will face." Otousan held his index finger up, inches from my face, seeing closely there was a small insect crawling about upon his skin.
"O-otousan, what is my hive?" I asked, knowing there are different types of insects, but little knowledge in them personally, eyeing the bug cautiously..
That lead to a more complicated set of questions to come to terms with then I really wanted to get into, but apparently I was a special case where insects just Loved me.
Note the sarcasm, for there are two hives inside my system and that caused its own problems: both hives needed chakra. Then came the idea of them sharing one toddler size home, where they can only have so much without encroaching on their neighbors side. Thirdly, due to all this, and I still think its because of my discomfort of insects, I end up becoming bedridden often due to the two hives residing inside me...
Aburame Shibi, after my request for joining the academy made a proposition, or what sounded like one: "Little Shiori, we will consider sending you to the academy, but you need to make an effort to take your clan studies seriously, and get to understand your swarm better." He spoke his terms, which being an Aburame, they are terms any normal member of our family could handle, so I nodded in acceptance of the goals to accomplish.
I stood up from the swing across from the academy heading back home, which was almost as far from the main tower as the Uchiha clan was relatively far away from everything too. I realized, but a majority of people are out in the village or living in their own place among other villagers, instead of within any particular Compound.
Thats good, right?
The walk was always peaceful for me, even before, but now walking is more necessary to get around. Looking around, seeing buildings stand sturdy with wood as the main source of building material; a house here seems to have wood from floor to ceiling, even more wood if there is a basement or hidden compartments to create as well.
I stopped at hearing some yelling and looked about, twisting my head one way than another, before seeing a group of kids that seemed close to my own age gathered in a group. I was always curious, even in the past, of people among other hobbies and slowly approached to see a few things.
"Say something!" One of the people in the group called to the boy ahead, the boys all looked rather simple in appearance and ready for a run, but the other kid wore an Uchiha branded shirt and had short hair hanging about his shoulders, just brushing them.
I slowly approached the side of the group, still hiding my face and covering my blotchy skin from the two hives I harbor. Seeing what would occur, but felt that I knew what was going to happen and came because of it. Seeing the lead boy grab a rock, readying his aim, my thoughts went to slapping it out of his hand or stopping in some subtle way, but I reacted differently, I guess.
Next moment, I stood infront of the uchiha boy defending his back from those throwing them and covering my face to just get bruises at most. The feeling of rocks hitting me, felt like gravel digging into my skin and having the added helping of velocity getting deeper into my skin, but after that I was not sure if my chakra was drained more or less during the experience, or from something else.
I woke up to a quiet breeze brushing my dark hair into my face; my mouth specifically. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw the boy with short straight hair looking down at me, his expressionless face just unreadable and if I had to guess, maybe wondering why I stepped in on stopping the bullying?
I looked at him, my eyes seemed to almost match his coal black eyes in color, but his did not hold any light of innocence, perhaps I am reading too far into a simple eye color or appearance of an eye?
I slowly sat up and sighed, slouching forward lightly, "I am late for my lessons." That muttered grievance brought the boy out of his silence and he spoke in a soft kindness, "Aburame-san, thank you. I will mention your kindness to my otousan." He bowed his head to me, before walking away for a short while, silence remained.
"Well, I just need to get home and study then." I suggested to myself, slowly standing and slowly heading home for my lessons a little later than usual that day. Otousan gave me quiet anger, his 'I am angry with you, and with this, you know I am' along with his sharp eyed looks that made me scared of him, but I will only say like my swarms, "respect at a distances".
The story is an S.I., I did wonder on the lesser traveled routes, but also am uncomfortable with insects.
