OK guys this has been on my mind forever since I read the amazing fanfic "the boy on the team ",this is just my take on the endless 'what if'sinarios in fanfic but if you like it maybe I'll keep going if I get enough reviews.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I DON'T OWN NARUTO IN ANY FORM BEYOND THIS FANFIC.
ENJOY!
"the hell? "
That crud statement was sadly the only response anyone in the universe could ever use if they too found themselves in my very very confusing situation he stumbled in while in his bedroom in his pink Jammie's with a wide eyed gobsmacked espretion on his young face as he stared at the object of his dumbfoundment.
For one thing it was 12 in the morning an like most pubesant boys his age he was looking in the mirror to see if his skin had any imperfections from another strainious day at the ninja academy, how he still managed to keep his long pink gorgeous hair neat an clean everyday was the envy of all of boys in class, more than once once had he been approached for tips on how to maintain their her more like his, on the outside he would flant an say thinks like"oh really I, Just wash it is all",'hay! ' as if I'd tell you bitches how much conditioner and shampoo I use a day just for one lock of hair!, no no you all bow down with your ratnests for hair to my absolute perfection!.
As you can clearly see, sakurai really loved his hair, but what boy didn't,a dike maybe?.
So it should be no surprise the level of shock on his well moisturizered face when he saw his reflection in the mirror looking back at him with most of his prestious hair chopped off at the shoulders an a very annoyed expression on his reflection staring back at his gobsmacked face.
"well this ain't a picnic for me too faggot"
Sakurai blinked.
An blinked again.
An then a third time when his vision started going dark an legs weak for a second .
Did.. Did his reflection just.. Talk?.
"well it sure as shit wasn't your stuffed animals dipshit, no seriously there is enough fluffy crap here to give one each to a whole orphanage of little girls, the fuck man" her image said pointing to the dozens of adorable stuffed toys clouding his bedroom. But sakurai was shocked to bother turning to look where his doppelganger was pointing at, he was too busy staring with his left eye twitching to do much else but stand there.
"hello!, you there dipshit? " the image said waving his hand in the mirror hopping for a response from the near comatosed sakurai who at this point was wetting the floor carpet of his room.
"ah sick man!, you pissed yourself!, like seriously what are you 4!",on the bright side the image finally got a response from sakurai.
Too bad it was a extremely feminine scream waking up the whole house.
Soon the owners of the home mrs an Mr haruno came running into their sons room with mrs haruno busting down the door with a metal bat in hand looking around for intruders to smash their skulls in if they so much as touched his baby boy an Mr haruto who fear fully clutching close behind his wife until he saw his terrified son curled in the bedroom couner hundled up an ran to him comforting him in a hug while his wife staked out the room with the bat raised ready to defend her family with her life if a asalant was in the room, seeing nothing she put her guard down with a breath of relief as she turned to her husband still holding their scared stiff son in his arms rocking him back an forth while softly rubbing his hair whispering calming world's to him to ease his fears.
"it's OK baby daddies here your gonna be ok"
"eh hem"
"oh an your big strong mommy too so your safe"
"sakurai-kun, what happened here? "his mother asked as she crutched down to her son with her bat layed down on the floor. Still a little shaken but much more calm with his father's tender hands going trough his hair. "t-the mirror, it talked, no I mean my reflection,it looked like me! "
Blinking twice in confusion his parents looked at each other then back to their very confusing son. "but sakurai-kun that's perfectly normal, mirrors are supposed to look like the person standing infront of them an what do you mean by talk?" his father asked with his head tilted. At this sakurai sprang up fumbling to his feet at first with his legs still feel weak from being light headed from shock an scrambled over to his full body room mirror pointing at the distorted reflection of who was face palming entire time since sakurai's parents kicked down the door. "see! "sakurai said showing his parents who just looked at sakurai funny like they didn't get what he was pointing at.
"you fucking idiot "the image said with his face still in his hand shaking his head at sakurai who kept pointing at the mirror to his very confused an even more concerned parents. "honey ah, what are you trying to show us? "his mother asked concerned as she an her husband just saw nothing more than the exact parallel of their son pointing back.
"w-what?, don't you see it, him?! " he said eyes wide turning back to his double who just shook his head again an sighed.
"you mean your reflection dear? " his father asked as his sons odd behavior was starting to worry him especially when he started looking behind the mirror to see if anyone was their them started tapping his fingers on the glass.
"he-y, don't just stand there, say something! "sakurai shouted at the mirror to prove to his parents who somehow couldn't see what he saw. Shacking his head ones more the warped version of him took his hand off his face with a annoyed look on his face, an finally responded. "it wouldn't matter if I started singing an tap dancing dipshit, they can't see or hear me,no one else can! "the image said with his almost permitted scowl getting deeper from irritation.
"what?! " sakurai said shocked.
"we didn't say anything dear"his mother said surprised at her son's sudden outburst an like her husband was getting very concerned for her son who was yelling at a mirror of all things, she didn't know what was going on an was completely out of her element dealing with a problem she couldn't even understand, what was her son seeing that they weren't?.
"no not you,him!"he said slaping his hand on the mirror surface a little too hard causing it to break slightly with a spiderweb crack forming from where hand was on it.
"sakurai-kun! "his father said beyond worried now as he held onto his sons now lightly bleeding hand an lead him out the room to get his hand bandaged up an hopefully answers to the many questions that spawned every second they where in the room.
While her husband an child we're gone signed as her mind tried to piece together what just happened,she had a hunch,one that actually scared her to think her babyboy could be going through, especially at this age, but with konoha being a kunoichi village an him about to be a genin it was still very possible ,she knew for fact from growing up during wartime that it hit children the hardest.
She just hoped she was wrong an that this was just another nightmare an in the morning sakurai would be fine. If not...
"no,not my baby, I'll Get him help if it comes to that"
Walking over to her dropped bat mrs. Haruno stopped as she felt something wet under her feet, taking one whiff she grimaced in disgust knowing exactly what it was on the rug.
Shacking her head with bat in hand she wakes out the room with a list of worries on his mind.
'please be alright my little flower '
"just one more loop aan done! ,all better now honey "
"thanks tou-chan" sakurai said holding his bandaged hand while thankfully in a new pair of Jammie's see as the old ones were 'soild' ,the memory of explaining that to his father still made him blush in as his room was somehow triggering him his mother said it was best he slept somewhere else tonight so they we're in the guest room, his father asked him if he wanted to come sleep in his parents room which dispite wanting to said no, he was big boy an could sleep on his own, but even still his father left a nightlight on as he touched him in. An left the room.
The moment he heard his parents room door close sakurai pulled of his sheets an timidly walked closer to the small hand mirror on the guest room table an took a look at it with his heart pounding.
"Sup dipshit"
Sakurai dropped the mirror in surprise which now layed cracked on the floor.
"great now we got to clean this mess up" the cracked up reflection said grumbling referring to the shared of glass on the ground.
"y-you! " sakurai said just barely able to lower the volume on his shout as to not wake his parents.
"yeah me"the double said picking his nose in boredom.
"what are y-you? "
"don't know "
"w-what? "
"I said I don't know an will you stop the damn stuttering already, God you sound like hinata" the image mumble irritated.
"wait, who's hinata? " sakurai asked confused.
"huh?,you don't know who hinata is, I know she wasn't miss popular but come on how do you miss a clan heir?, man just where the hell am I? "
"your not making any sense, what the hell are you!"sakurai said frowning trying to to seem intimidating, which failed horribly, especially since the image had just seen him piss himself a hour ago.
"you done?, if so good now as I said don't know, my memories for the most part are blank, no history, no background, nothing, not even a name ,anymore questions ?" the double said in a bored tone.
"where did you come from an why are you here? "
"like fucking said I don't know, I just plain exist that's it!" ,he said showing clear signs of him too being upset over his own blank slate of a mind, how is it he can't know anything.
Well anything besides THAT .
but still even that scrap of knowledge was virtualy useless to it if sakurai's gender an lack of any knowledge of the next headbitch incharge of the hyuuga was any indication of the bizarre world he was in.
Wait was it even a he?... It decided yes he was, calling itself it or she didn't sound right. So it was a man before this hah?,that's good to know, one mystery down a billion to go.
"well.. Why couldn't mom an dad see or hear you back in my room? "sakurai said getting more comfortable in questioning the mirror On the floor being careful not to sit on any glass shards.
The double rolled his eyes, "you really haven't figured it out have you, jeez an your supposed to be the smartest, Good lord the rest of the academy must be near handicapped then if you score the highest "
"hey, I'll have you know I worked my tail off to get where I am, I'm a shoe in to be the shinobi of the year if I ace the written exam next week"sakurai said with more than a little pride in her body, the she blinked, "wait how do you know about the academy? "
A shrug was the images answer "I guessed " the image lied.
"as for you dumbass question -"
"will you stop insulting me! "
"-they can't see me, no one can, Just you dipshit"
Egnoring the insult sakurai asked the next question ,"why? "he asked with his head cocked to the side.
Sighing his reflection answered "think dipshit, no one else can see or hear me ,I'm not in the mirror knum nuts, I'm in your head! " the image finally revealed.
"wait so... I'm crazy? "sakurai asked worried about his mental state, he knew he was pushing himself with all his late night studying but he didn't think it would turn him crazy!. Straight A's weren't worried voices in your head!.
"no your not crazy... I think "the image said with his hand to his chin with a contemplative look on his face.
"you think! "
"well someone has to"
"stop insulting me! "
"sakurai dear you OK I hear shouting" his father's worried voice sounded from outside his room, he was beyond concerned for his son an the shouts coming from the guest room was making his nurturing fatherly instincts go crazy, he just barely resisted the urge to open the door because he knew his son wanted privacy, but still he wanted to make sure he was OK.
"ye-yes!, yes dad I'm fine " sakurai said nervously not knowing how he would explain all the broken glass on the ground. Lucky his dad bought it an finally went back to his room.
"you know if you keep shouting like that at mirrors people are gonna think you're on of that hardcore shit they sell in bad neighborhoods"
Shaking his head at his own growing head ache sakurai let his serious face falter"just what I'm I suppose to do then?, can't you just.. Go away or something? "
"trust me dipshit if it was possible I would of already done it, fraid to say this roommate but it looks like this is permanent,or atlest till you die I guess , on the bright side you'll atlest have something in your empty head"
"wait till I.. D-die" sakurai said in horror, was this thing planning of killing him or drive him to suicide!
Seeing the panic on hrris hosts face the image rolled his eyes "jeez calm down dipshit,i was just another guess not gonna ask you to go jumping off buildings to free myself just yet, besides from what I figure, I'm just a living second contiousness in your head"
"so like a soul? "
"don't know,seems too weird to call me a ghost or soul though so just think of me as contiousness for now, think of me as a second persona a all around better sakurai haruno, no that name sounds wrong, hay got any good names?, like kami or king?,I like those names"
Sweet dropping sakurai gave the image a look the said 'really '.the message was egnored as the image kept coming up with more ridiculous names for itself each sounding more insane than the last.
"so what now?, are you really gonna be stuck in my head forever, I'm I gonna have to have therapy to get rid of you? "
"look all say it again I don't know, these last few hours are the only moments of contiousness I have, honestly this is all new ground for me as it is for you ,hell it's probably worse with my lack of memories -'or atlest the real ones'-i can't really say for sure if I even existed before as a living being or am just a figment of your imagination "
"so I really am going crazy then"
"again I don't know dipshit, now then it's late a you talking irritates me, now get your ass to bed before you do something that makes your mom bust down the door again, seriously what's up with her by the way, that broad needs to chill she busted in like Rambo on crack"
"who's Rambo? "
"tha-?, is actually a fucking good question "the double said with a genuinely confused look on his face. Another one of the billion questions it seemed.
"wait I have more questions "
"an So do I but talking to you this long makes me tired, I think?,the best way to describe it feels more like my gas tank is going on empty an I need to refuel goodnight dipshit " the image said an suddenly the reflection changed back normal an was left a perfect parallel of the very confusing sakurai who didn't know what to think.
Darkness.
That's all their was.
No wrong, there was a fire roaring brightly shining a spreading all over giving illuminating light filling the room, at the base of the fire wear two very similar looking figure's sat down across from each other in chairs both using the fire for warth, the only difference being one was almost see through an close to invisible silently reading a book labeled "memories " while relaxing in his chair while the other was was solid laying motionless on his with the word "inner" written on his forehead.
His neck was also bent in a lopsided position with all light in his eyes gone.
The other chuckled at a particularly embarrassing moment in sakurai's memories.
"man, what a dipshit"
"s.. St. Stop. " the motionless one on the left out from his half closed lips still laying there limp.
Closing the book the one on the left got up with smirk as he picked up the motionless one, an walked closer to the now blazing camp fire.
"sorry inner but their isn't enough room here for the 3 of us an I'm gonna need as much influence as possible if I want to make it passed puberty in this body.
"n-o... Pl-eees.. "it croaked out.
Without any hesitation the one on the left tosted his twin into the fire burning him causing the flames to burn brighter than ever before with the screams of pain of the now named inner reaching levels of Octavia's never thought possible for living being.
To the one smilling sitting back down with the book back in hand it was the sweetest music herd, looking at his once transparent hands has now become fully solid he smirked.
"today dipshit's mind, tomorrow the world... Well more likely breakfast but you get what I mean right inner? " the hellish non stop nightmares inducing screaming was his only answer.
Shrugging in indifrence he went back to chuckling at his book.
"man, what a dipshit "
