A/N: I'm back! I know, its been a while, and for all you people who read Darkened Futures, I'm sorry! I swear I'll finish this one though, I've already written quite a few chapters. Updates will still be slow so I can stay ahead, but hopefully it'll be every 2 weeks or so, maybe less sometimes, and if I'm really busy for a period of time, maybe more. To make up for slow updates, each chapter will be pretty long, around the length of this one (18 pages!). I hope you enjoy!
I do not own Naruto, it is Kishimoto's toy. I'm just playing with it.
Chapter 1: The beginning
She opened her eyes, moving to her phone to turn off the alarm, softly humming along to the lyrics blaring from it. She double checked the time, 6am, perfect. After successfully stopping the music from waking everyone in her house, the very reason she woke up so early was to be alone after all, she rolled out of bed, dragging her fluffy purple blanket with her. She pulled on a black tank-top, skinny jeans, and a sweater with 'anime' embroidered on the front. After brushing out her chin length white-blonde hair, speckled with strands of lavender, silver, and baby blue, and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she walked to get her favorite cereal from the kitchen. Just like every other morning, she returned to her room, slid on her headphones, blasted J-pop and J-rock into her ears, and went about stretching before reading fanfiction on her computer. 7:50 rolled around, time to drive herself and her two younger brothers to school. She grumbled, hauling herself off her bed and away from the wonderful fanfiction she was reading.
It took her all of five minutes to gather up her two younger brothers, dragging her feet all the way. There was a reason she hated mornings, and it wasn't waking up and getting out of her wonderful, warm, welcoming, bed like she told everyone. That was part of it, yes, but mostly it was having to deal with the obnoxious pests that claimed to be related to her. She could ignore them in the afternoon, she could avoid them the entire day really, and she didn't have to worry about them at school. She did, however, have to drive them to school in the morning. She loathed that fact, and transferred her general hatred of that activity into a hatred for mid-morning hours.
"Shirubachi, why do you always listen to Japanese music?" One of her younger brothers, Ryan, asked. She sighed, he asked this question every day.
"I told you already, idiot. As to why I listen to my wonderful, beautiful, fabulous, J-rock, well it's because it is wonderful, beautiful, and fabulous." She responded, pulling out of the driveway in her car, a black BMW 3-series that her aunt had given her last year, for her 16th birthday.
"No it's not! It doesn't make any sense, you can't understand anything they're saying!" Her other brother, Aven spoke. Shirubachi had never wanted to have to deal with him, 13 years she'd had to put up with him, and he had become the bane of her existence in the first 2.
"Coolio, glad you think that. Now shut up." She sighed again, beyond happy she was graduating this year so she didn't have to deal with both of them in high school. She laughed softly to herself, you'd think at 15 and 13 the two would have grown out of their annoying ways. Daisuke, the oldest of the four, sure had. He was 21 now and in his last year of college. She noticed the car was finally quiet, and happily sung along to Guren no Yumiya blaring from the car's stereo system. One after the other, both boys disappeared from her car. She turned to head to the wonderful campus of the fancy art school she had somehow managed to get into along with her four best friends, though one was a year below her.
The day went on with the usual chatter, language then a block period of art followed by lunch, then English, math, humanities, and the day was she loved this school; she had just got back from Japan in April, the month before, from the Spring trip she went on every year. In fact, the last summer she had stayed there, finally having become fluent in the language she loved. She had already been accepted into the character design program at JAM, Japan Animation and Manga, and couldn't be happier.
Well, she could, but she knew the ways to make her happier were either illegal or impossible. So she just she couldn't be happier. After all, no one would expect someone completely happy to blow up various buildings for fun, or spend their time thinking of ways to kill someone in the most beautifully bloody way possible, or lighting objects on fire to see how long they burned. No, Shirubachi was avidly interested in all three of these activities, but she stuck to animating them, to writing them into existence and drawing out their details. She didn't want to risk ruining her bright future, so she channeled her love of explosions, gore, and fire into her plot lines and characters. Though she certainly would love to experience all of them...
The day ended with her driving to her dance class, it was thursday so there was ballet. Very few people knew of her hobbies, of which included yoga, martial arts, ballet, contemporary, playing the violin, snowboarding, meditation, aerial silks, and sewing. Most of which seemed to contradict the sarcastic mood swings and terror-tactics that made up her personality. Shirubachi liked to believe she was polite enough, and generally cheery and sweet, though she would not deny the more negative aspects of her personality. Those people that did know of her hobbies, however didn't see how it affected her. Grace, power, and a connection to her favorite anime characters, strength that only came with training, they were her motivation. She went home, read fanfiction, watched anime, went to sleep around 10 or so after pressing her forehead to the screen and whispering a thank you and goodnight to the picture of Hidan there, and repeated the process again the next day. She did the same the next week, and the next, and soon May bled into June, just as the months and years before it had.
June first came around like any other day, starting with a groggy Shirubachi dragging her feet out the door and into the car. After dropping off Ryan at the neighboring public high school, she turned to hop back onto the freeway, gliding into her routine of heading through the forest filled back roads, when it happened.
A car crashed into hers, pushing it off the hill and rolling it into the rocky ravine below, crushing her body completely. The only noise was the creaking of bent metal, and an echoing boom as the car that had destroyed hers exploded. Shrapnel pierced her lungs, and they began filling with blood, starting the process of drowning her in the stuff that was supposed to keep her alive. She felt bones snap under the weight of the metal collapsing onto her small body, a bloodcurdling scream leaving her throat. Burns spread wherever the red-hot metal made contact with her skin, wrenching more cries from her as she fought to escape from the death trap that she was caught in. The hiss of the embers and groans of metal covered her screams of 'Jashin fucking damn it' and evaporated her tears as she exhaled her final breath, her heart losing its use in moments.
The next time she opened her eyes there was sterile white covering the walls, and a long beep of the heart monitor flat lining. The doctor walked in, took note of the monitor and sighed, thinking of ways to tell her family. Shirubachi heard as the doctor click an intercom, hearing the words 'patient 539, Arashi Shirubachi, deceased'. She watched as he scribbled some things down on his clipboard, turning to leave. She heard the click of the door opening, and knew she needed to do something. The doctor jumped when he heard the girl clear her throat.
"Can I get off these IVs and shit now? They're annoying as fuck. Also I want food." The girl that was supposed to be dead, who didn't have a pulse asked. She laid there, glaring at him, even as the heart monitor continued to show a lack of a beat. Shirubachi was pale, dead, and starving.
"How are you speaking? You shouldn't be alive!" He yelled at her, surprise in his eyes at the females bored tone.
"No shit. I thought when the line went flat it meant I was all healthy." Shirubachi told him, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Now, I want food. I also want to go home. So, are you just gonna stand there staring at me or…?" Shirubachi was honestly curious how she was alive(ish) herself, she held a hand in front of her nose and found she was breathing, but could hold her breath for an indefinite amount of time. Most likely eternity if she wished it. Her heart had indeed stopped, but she seemed to be working just fine. She tried to actually make it work, and low and behold, it worked, the heart monitor started showing its activity again. She stopped it, and the monitor flat lined. She snickered to herself, that would be a useful trick. In order to stop scaring people she willed it to start again, and made her breathing even and natural.
"H-how? What are you?! D-de-demon!" The man stuttered out, bolting from her room. Shirubachi sighed, letting her thoughts take over.
I wonder how long I've been out? She thought to herself, deciding to ask someone eventually. She doubted the doctor would be returning.
How the fucking hell do you think I'd fucking know? Came the response, it sounded masculine, but she was still a bit delirious. She let herself relax into the uncomfortable hospital bed.
Huh, I'll have to ask someone else. She responded in her head. WAIT WHAT THE FUCK WHO IS THAT? Shirubachi had just realized that there was a voice responding to her questions in her head in a different voice. There was someone in her fucking head, her place! There was some creepy shit that went on there, she didn't need someone looking in on her more than slightly disturbing thoughts. There was a reason she only said 1-2% of them! DON'T LOOK THROUGH MY THOUGHTS YOU JASHIN DAMNED FREAK!
Why am I in YOUR fucking head? I should be fucking asking why YOU'RE in MY head bitch! The voice waited a couple moments then. Did you fucking say Jashin? So you're a Jashinist? Did He tell you what this damn voice thing was? Shirubachi's thoughts darted about, she knew that speech pattern. She knew of only one other Jashinist who stuffed as many curses into each sentence as possible. It had to be Hidan. It HAD to be! So if that were the case… fangirling time.
OH MY FUCKING JASHIN YOU'RE HIDAN! HIDAN! I AM SO HONORED TO SPEAK TO YOU! Welcome to my brain, I think you will like many of my thoughts, er... maybe, but still, HIDAN! We have to do a sacrifice sometime, I've never seen anyone more epic than you in my life! I am fangirling so bad right now, sorry, you're just fucking EPIC! Jashin is really treating me well today, first immortality, I think so at least, now you, Hidan-sama the most epic person in the history of ever! I am so sorry I was so disrespectful! Ugh what am I doing? I am usually not this bad. If Hidan had actually been there, standing in front of her he would have been bowed to repeatedly then glomped him. Then probably hid in the ground because NO, SHE WAS NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL.
I am damn fucking epic. Good to see you acknowledge that bitch. But you better stop with the whole 'fangirling' shit, its annoying as fucking hell and I don't want a damn fucking fangirl in my head, even if you are a Jashinist. Also you are one sick fucker, She had allowed some of her more gory ideas surface after mention of doing a sacrifice, mostly to showcase she could pull her weight (hopefully) and be a little more convincing, I like the way you think. Sometimes. The gory shit. Your thoughts are damn fucked up. I have no fucking clue how you seem able to identify me so damn easily though. Shirubachi sighed here, she had already decided she was either in some sort of coma induced dream or Jashin had given her a wondrous opportunity to prove herself. She really hoped it was the second.
Well this is quite a long story if you want to know that. Can you look through my memories or something? You have a mental block up, I can't sense much more than the thoughts you're projecting at me. Oh, tell Deidara I say hi! The little brats fucking adorable. If he's there yet I mean though. Shirubachi grinned happily, sitting up on her hospital bed, resting her back against the icy wall.
Memories… memories… yeah I can fucking look through your memories bitch. Just draw up the ones you want me to fucking SEE. And hell no I'm not fucking talking to the blonde bitch. After this I gotta go sacrifice some heathens, so try not to think too loudly. Shirubachi hummed happily, drawing up some memories of watching the Naruto episodes which contained Hidan or the Akatsuki. After that, she started humming softly to herself, yanking out the various IVs and needles, not like she could die or anything. First it was just a 'Okay, I got 'em bitch' in her head, then various 'what the fuck's, before there was a loud 'FUCK I GET KILLED BY A PINEAPPLE?', she assumed Hidan had reached his death at that point. Actually, more than assumed.
Well… what the fuck? How do you know all this shit?! Why am I in some weird drawing form? Shirubachi giggled here, she had just pulled out the last of the annoying needles, and was now picking up her clothes, removing the hospital gown.
Its called anime, Hidan. Here, thats all you and the rest of your world is. A story, and a show on tv. Entertainment. I picked up Jashinism from you actually, but I follow it seriously even if I can't do sacrifices. Honestly I should be dead right now, so I think I've done something to please Jashin-sama, I don't know what though. Several beats of silence, she changed back into her own clothes, now ripped jeans and a black top with sleeves that fell off her shoulders. She turned towards the door, beginning to head out the door.
Well I think we should knock some sense into those fuckers. I am NOT entertainment for some sick fucking heathens. I don't want to just fucking be some character in a fucking story, especially not a fucking DEAD CHARACTER! I definitely don't want to get killed by some lazy-ass pineapple either. Here's a deal, if I help you out in your life, you'll help me in mine. Like a partnership of sorts. Got it? Cause its a damn fuckin great deal. Seeing as you know me, who the fuck are you? Shirubachi smiled, heading out the door. Her favorite anime character wanted her help! He wanted to be her partner!
My names Arashi Shirubachi, yeah its more than a little weird, 'Silver Blood' isn't exactly a common name. And I quite like that deal. What kind of person would I be to turn down a deal from my favorite character, and I guess my favorite… person? That sounds creepy. Various stalker-y images rushed through her head here, as she walked down the halls of the hospital towards reception
Arashi Shirubachi? Thats a fucking mouthful. Er, thoughtful? Damn fucking confusion. I'll just call you Chi. Blood's a decent nickname, lucky bitch. Now, I have a sacrifice to get to. So quiet, or I'll ruin your mind forever. Shirubachi was quiet then, she rather liked that nickname. Most of her friends called her Arashi-chan, Shiru, or Stormy. Chi, that was new. Most would avoid calling her blood, but she thinked it suited her nicely. Yeah, she liked it a lot. She quickly hid away her thoughts, focusing on her breathing, and her steps. Letting her mind stay blank was rather difficult. Until it started.
"Hi there, I'm Arashi Shirubachi from room 537, checking out. I know it's a little early but I feel fine, no pain or anything." Before she could get a response, she turned and left, leaving a disturbed receptionist mumbling 'she's dead though, she's been dead for a long time', but Shirubachi didn't hear it. She got to the parking lot, then let out a moan. Hidan's thoughts, his pleasure, had been rushing through her head since he started his sacrifice. She knew now why he was so eager for each one, and it had little to do with their god. Oh fuck she needed to start doing more of these. She REALLY needed to do more of these.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, was the only thought she could process. She wasn't sure if it was hers or his, but Shirubachi hoped it didn't bother him to much. Damn it felt good! Hidan did his own work, turning the pain from the wounds to pleasure. She'd seen him to it in the anime but she had no idea it was this great, even if the places the wounds were did sting a little! She walked right to the other side of the road, turned and started walking the 20 miles from the hospital to her house. Shirubachi took her wallet out of her back pocket, stopped at a grocery store and bought a sugary protein bar and a sweet tea. Ah how she loved sweets. She barely managed to keep a straight face, blaming the flush on the running instead of the sensations traveling her thoughts.
She took back to her running, rushing through the forest at an easy pace. She pushed her speed as high as it would go, a nagging pain in her lungs and feet begging her to slow, but she decided she needed to get up her stamina anyway and kept going. She tried accepting the pain, saying it was for Jashin's sake, that her god wouldn't want unfit subject, that though it was minor pain it proved her connection to everyone else, and it worked. Oh it worked well. Soon she started to add her own pleasure to the mix, making a quick cut on her shoulder, drawing Jashin's symbol there, waiting for it to dry, then pushing herself even harder. She decided to get it tattooed there on her 18th birthday in a couple months. Eventually Hidan's pleasure faded, and she assumed he was passed out. Her own stopped as well, she assumed an actual ritual needed to be happening for it to be considered a functioning link to Jashin. She made it home after a long while, deciding to go the long way and make the 10 miles 20.
"Hey mom." She called to the house, not getting a reply. Shirubachi assumed her mom was out grocery shopping or something, so she went to the kitchen, making some pasta, before returning to her room and taking a shower, singing various songs loudly. She was told she had a pretty voice, and though it may seem a bit vain, she agreed. Eventually she heard some minor thoughts on Hidan's end of the line. She wished she could send him food or something, he kept complaining about being hungry. Shirubachi doubted he'd ever had chicken alfredo. She laughed quietly at the thought.
Hey Hidan, you ever heard of chicken alfredo? She had to ask now.
Chicken what? Chi what the fuck are you going on about? He seemed confused. She laughed a lot harder now.
Oh, nothing. She got out of the shower, and curled up on her bed. This time it wasn't a screen she spoke to. Night Hidan!
Don't project your fuckin' dreams at me! From some of your less conscious thoughts I've noticed you have quite the fucked up imagination, and unless it involves the bloody carcasses of heathens I want no part in it! She giggled quietly here.
Don't worry about it, I won't disturb you with my weird dreams. Though I'll admit yours are quite odd. Good night Hidan. Shirubachi sighed happily, letting her eyes slip closed.
Just don't fucking bother me with your damn dreams. At this, she slipped into a sleep, filled with happy dreams full of bloody sacrifices and happy Jashinists.
Shirubachi yawned and stretched, popping her joints as she rolled out of bed. She turned down her phone, letting the music keep playing. She pulled on her usual black off the shoulder top, the lacy blue collared sweater with the kimono-like sleeves, her favorite ripped white skinny jeans and heeled black boots. She pulled a brush through her hair, arranging it in its deep side part, and pushing a blue headband behind her bangs.
She walked into the kitchen, made herself an omelet, and sang quietly to herself, heading back to her room to eat. "All you sinners stand up sing hallelujah, show praise with your body sing hallelujah, and if you can't stop shakin lean back let it move right through ya~ say your prayers, say your prayers, say your prayers~!" She sang, prancing around her room like an idiot, but she did really like the song. She was going over it in her head, dancing along the steps happily. Ah how she loved Panic!At the disco.
Can you shut the fuck up already? SOME PEOPLE SLEEP PAST 7AM! Hidan thought-shouted. She continued dancing and started grinning. Shirubachi had actually forgotten about her thought connection and Hidan's voice streaming in made her even happier.
Ah, gomen Hidan! Just going through my morning workout~ She hummed happily, continuing to dance and sing the lyrics. She'd probably wake up everyone in her house, but she was in a really good mood.
How can you be in such a fuckin good mood in the morning? Shirubachi thought for a minute, she was usually annoyed and grumpy in the mornings. At this thought Hidan put in a Like normal people…, but today she was just happy and she couldn't really explain why. The song ended, and as her playlist rolled on, she continued singing along, though much quieter and her dancing had stopped. The realisation of how unusual this was wouldn't seem all that unusual to most, but she usually HATED mornings. She just dragged herself through her routine, and waited for noon or so to get out of her slump. She was mildly disturbed, and became more so when she realised she was still grinning and had the urge to hug kittens or something.
Shirubachi skipped out of her room, deciding to accept the happiness for what it was. Then she remembered; her family had probably been told she was dead. Meaning she would probably scare the shit out of them. Also meaning her life was gonna be weird today. She hoped her school hadn't been told. She decided to run there today, she doubted her car was in good shape. She took off, enjoying the crisp air, running full speed through the mist and forest. It took her all of 50 minutes to run ten miles, she actually ended up early, at 8:13. She walked in casually, as if she hadn't died the day before.
"Hey there Momo-chan!" Shirubachi said, waving to her friend. Momo was a Junior, and had shoulder length red hair that faded to black at the bottom, and she wore glasses over her sparkling green eyes. She was about the same height as Shirubachi, if not a little taller, and was currently wearing a Fall Out Boy shirt (as usual) and black skinny jeans with a pair of black combat boots. She was deathly pale, but it never bothered her because "she'd look weird tan" and it was true, once they'd played around with saturation on a photo and made the girl tan, and it was horrifying.
"Hey Arashi-chan!" Momo said, bouncing over and hugging her. "Wait, where have you been the past week?! I thought you DIED!" Momo was more than a bit overdramatic, but this time she was right. Then, Shirubachi stopped. A week? She'd been out for a week? She thought it had only been a day. Does that mean they only checked on her after a week? Which day had she died? As these thoughts flit through her head, Momo continued to stare up at her from their hug.
In hopes of not annoying Hidan, Shirubachi calmed her thoughts. "Wow I was out a week? Don't worry, I just got in a little car crash. It really wasn't anything, it looked worse than it was so they had me all drugged up. Like I could die from something like that!" Shirubachi exclaimed, slipping some truths in so it was believable. She had a plan for later, if they announced she was dead, but for now that's what the story would be.
"Oh my god, a car crash!" Momo exclaimed. Shirubachi winced, forcing herself from correcting her friend. It's okay, she doesn't know better. She doesn't know better. She doesn't know better. Shirubachi repeated to herself. However, she now felt the need to inform her friend.
"Hey Momo? Jashin. Its Jashin. Please refrain from saying otherwise, at least while in my presence." Shirubachi then let a false joking tone into her voice, "You don't want me to call you a heathen right?" While she was being completely serious, she couldn't let Momo know that.
"You and your weird Jashinist ways. Don't worry about it, I'm not particularly religious, but I'll stand by you on this one. I'll say Jashin if it makes you feel more comfortable." Shirubachi's various winces and cringes throughout her friends speech faded to a grateful nod at the end. Momo could be a little overdramatic but she was still a great friend, one Shirubachi wouldn't trade for the world.
"Thanks Momo-chan." The bell rang, and Shirubachi took her place at her desk.
The heathen! How dare that bitch degrade Jashin-sama! Why didn't you fucking sacrifice her?! She smiled slightly, there was a slight chance she might trade Momo for Hidan. Maybe. Okay she totally would but Momo was still great.
Momo is my friend, she is just clueless in the matters if Jashin. Most people in this world are. In fact, I'm one of very very few serious Jashinists. I try to educate her on the ways of Jashin, she is learning. Momo just slips up sometimes. She could imagine Hidan with a shocked 'Hidan face' as she had dubbed them. She ignored his grunt in response to her mental imagery.
Peach-bitch still fucking dared to degrade Jashin-sama! As long as the bitch remains a heathen, I will continue to fucking believe she should be sacrificed. Shirubachi suddenly giggled, and everyone in her math class turned to look at her. She blushed slightly, then quickly finished the worksheet before replying to Hidan.
Well then I guess we'll just have to show her the power of Jashin-sama won't we? She chuckled again, and once again got weird looks from her class. Shirubachi could already hear the beginnings of a new rumor forming, 'Young otaku going insane and laughing at nothing'.
Let them fucking think you're crazy. It makes it damn fun when your RIGHT and they end up fucked. Was Hidan's wonderfully inspiring answer. She bit her lip, she really wished it were that easy.
Very inspirational Hidan. Hey, don't the Akatsuki rings allow for telepathy? I wonder if you connected to a signal, I could communicate with more people? Shirubachi smirked here, she was a genius! She could save kawaii little Dei-chan and Hidan! She only wished she were there in person.
Huh, maybe. I can fuckin check it out someday, it'll scare the shit out of them, Shirubachi grinned at that. Perfect.
"Okay, you're all excused." Came the voice of her teacher. She glanced over her paper, walking forward to turn it in. "That reminds me, today after second period, when you get to the second campus, go to the gym instead of lunch. There's an announcement." Shirubachi's grin grew even wider, they would be announcing her death, then! She could forever terrify them all! Mental images of the hundreds of students at her school bowing before her in terror as she announced her existence swept through her mind. If a week had passed, then tomorrow was the last day of the school year.
Next came Art! She hummed happily, pulling her newest sketchbook out of her back, which was stuffed with the things, from 8th grade onwards. She carefully removed a clear box full of her copic pens, then a metallic gold and silver marker. She quickly sketched a landscape, then she added in herself and Hidan grinning. She finished up the lineart right as the class ended. She brought it up in her mind as she walked to the bus, essentially showing it to Hidan.
You're actually pretty fucking decent Chi. That looks a helluva lot like the me in your memories, from that shitty-ass show. Shirubachi laughed quietly, slipping on her headphones as she rode the bus to her next campus.
You think? I have no idea how you would look outside the show though, plus I like to draw anime more than realism. The other person in it was me. I'm glad you like it! She was grinning now, it was really great being able to talk to someone like Hidan. How often does one acquire the chance to talk to their favorite character! He wasn't even complaining non-stop! Shirubachi doubted she would care at first, though she would probably snap eventually. She really hoped he didn't start with all the whiny shit soon.
Oi! I heard fucking heard that! She snorted then, no shit.
Hidan you hear all my thoughts.
Hmph. Fuck you.
I'm sure you would.
Fuck, I dunno. Maybe. Depends how hot you are.
Hey! I'll have you know that I'm one sexy bitch.
I know you're a bitch but I'm not so sure about the sexy part. At least your not a fucking heathen.
Damn right I'm not.
The bus had pulled into the next campus, and she gathered up her bags and got out, heading to the gym. She hummed slightly as she skipped through the halls. This was gonna be great~!
I'm gonna scare the shit out of everyone! She exclaimed in her head, doing a little twirl before going through the door, picking a place high up in the back of the bleachers, in a corner, where the curtain partially covered her. After all the other students finished filling in, the principal walked in, clearing her throat
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"Today, I'm afraid we have some sad news. One of our students, Arashi Shirubachi, has died in a car crash." Shirubachi was trying her hardest not to laugh, she had her knuckles stuffed in her mouth as a lot of people sighed sadly, or gave a confused 'huh?'. She saw one of her best friends, Astelle tear up.
"She will be missed. We are going to display some of her work in the hall as tribute, and I hope Shirubachi is happy, wherever she is now." Here she couldn't help it anymore. She let out a laugh.
"This is damn hilarious! I sure am happy!" Shirubachi said, strolling through the bleachers. She had originally planned to let this go on longer but she couldn't help it.
Oh my Jashin, Hidan you have no idea how great this is. They all totally thought I was completely dead! Their faces! Their FACES! It's fucking hilarious.
No I fucking know exactly what it's damn like. Happens to me all the fucking time. It's still funny as all fucking hell.
Several shocked looks later and she was standing in the center of the room, bowing overdramatically.
"Thank you, thank you. Now, I am most certainly not dead. Well kind of. Mostly. We graduate tomorrow, and I sure as hell wouldn't die before at least graduating high school. There must have been a mistake somewhere. I got home last night." She hid a grin with a hand, pretending to sneeze. "Can we get on with our day now?" The teachers faces were priceless.
They must all be damn fucking terrified or at least hella confused right about now, eh Chi?
Un, its beautiful. The principle needs to pick her jaw up off the floor though, it's kinda unnatural and weird. Shirubachi smiled, flitting back to her seat.
"Ah, er, yes. Go to lunch now?" The principal spoke, dismissing them. Though it sounded more like a question than anything else.
Shirubachi hummed happily, skipping off to her seat with her friends. She grabbed a plate of spaghetti on the way, paying the necessary $5.
"SOOO… Shiru, I think you need to explain more about this 'little' car crash you had." Momo said. Shirubachi groaned and would have put her head on the table had she not placed her food there.
"No." Was the confetti-haired girl's simple reply.
"I think we all agree with Momo. Pwease Shiruuu-chan?" Now it was Salix, batting her eyes and succeeding heavily in looking adorable. With her big blue eyes, curly-ish honey blonde hair and soft features, Salix was very good at pulling off the 'innocently cute' look, though in actuality she was anything but. Kuriako and Astelle just nodded along, likely just not feeling up to arguing.
"Uuuuuuugh FINE. I was driving to school on that forested back road I like and another car crashed into mine and threw me off the road, into that trench on the side. Their car exploded and I probably should be dead but I'm not so it's cool. I really did get released from the hospital yesterday night. Happy now?"
"Le gasp! How dare you not call us?" Momo said, glomping my head. Shirubachi pushed her plate aside and slammed her head into the table foreals this time, effectively dislodging the parasitic girl from herself. She just curled her arms in front of it and groaned some more before eventually resuming eating.
"Just so you know we're coming to your house the night after graduation. You better have some icecream and some waffles or something." It was Kuriako this time, she was actually albino but kept her waist length hair dyed a pretty blue-black which really made her red eyes and pigmentless white skin seem really pretty in a kind of creepy, exotic way.
"Waffles are good, I'll definitely have some of those. Don't worry bout that. Bring your own ice cream though, the boys will eat it if I have it in my freezer." The bell rang then, and Shirubachi waved before heading off to her next class. English.
Why the fuck are you humming the tune to some weird 'Miss Jackson' song? Hidan thought.
I like the song, I'm happy, I'm therefore humming the song. Bite me.
Sorry Chi, 'fraid I can't do that kinda thing through thoughts. Didn't know you fucking were into it either, damn bitch. That reminds me, never EVER say that to Kisame. He will actually fucking bite you, and it hurts like a bitch.
Note taken, I would rather not have those teeth in my skin. That sounds extraordinarily painful. Does this mean you're willing to test the Akatsuki rings with our telepathy? We could try it without telling them and scare the shit out of Pein. That would be fuckin hilarious.
That's actually a damn great idea. Maybe tomorrow, I'm heading back from a mission with the miser-bitch. I'm fuckin tired.
'Kay, that'll be fun. I'll try and get through my day without hurting your brain too much, a lot of this shit requires too much mindless thought. Reasons I have chronic migraines, yay.
It's really fucking nice having someone who isn't a fucking money obsessed heathen to talk to, I like the fucked up way you think. Did you know you dream about breaking each finger and toe of random heathens before skinning them individually and chopping them off in a bloody spray, before doing the same with their arms and legs, then carving the symbol of Jashin-sama into their foreheads and breaking each of their ribs and ripping out their hearts? I actually plan on using this, so thanks Chi.
Anytime Hidan. I'm honestly not surprised, I once spent a whole day thinking up different gory ways to murder my math teacher for assigning us 10 pages of useless nonsense.
I'm sure it was fucking beautiful, and for the shitty nonsense running through my head earlier, I'm sure the bastard deserved each and every death you thought up.
Very much true.
Ha, I'm damn right, as fuckin usual.
Okay Hidan.
Shirubachi spent her day going from class to class, as usual, but now had the easy distraction, and actually often the help, of the silver haired Akatsuki immortal. She was unaware she was starting to gain a reputation of being crazy, and honestly even if she did know she wouldn't have cared. She'd still have Momo, Salix, Astelle, Kuriako, and now Hidan. She realised that she had actually stopped being fangirly, which really boosted her mood. Honestly she hated people like that most of the time, so to think of herself that way…. she shuddered in disgust. However, knowing that she was acting semi-normal around her favorite character EVER made her smile, finishing her walk home. It was so peaceful, with her headphones on and surrounded by forest, yet always having someone to talk to. She supposed it would be awkward if they got in a fight of some sort, but since he could see all her thoughts she figured she couldn't hide anything from him or lie, so if she did end up getting in a fight with Hidan it would probably be resolved pretty quickly. She smiled at this, walking calmly into her home for the past 4 and a half years.
"Hey mom, I'm home~" Shirubachi called out, waiting. 5, 4,3, 2, 1-
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" Ah, exactly as planned.
"Er, yeah. They let me out a little early, I guess the hospital equipment was faulty or something." Shirubachi smiled. She really hated lying to her mom, but it came naturally. She wasn't exactly a perfect girl, so ever since her dad had died when she was little she had become too independent for her age, and had taken the responsibility of making sure her mom had a little easier of a time. Shirubachi definitely didn't want her mom to know her thoughts.
"I was so worried about you, the hospital called and said you disappeared, all you did was leave a note!" Shirubachi smiled and hugged the frantic woman.
"I'm fine, I got a ride from Astelle." She said, knowing her most level-headed friend would figure it out and cover for her. "I just had to get to school on time. Don't stress too much, I wouldn't die from a couple scratches. I've never broken a bone and I don't plan on changing that record."
You've never broken a damn bone? How fucking old are you again?
Actually I don't think I've told you that yet have I? I'm 17. What about you?
So I'm stuck in the fucking head of a teenage girl. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Hey! I'm not that bad. Really though, you're like 22 right?
Fucking hell, THAT WAS NOT MENTIONED IN YOUR FUCKING MEMORIES BITCH HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT!?
Ah, Narutopedia. Also, 22 yet you continue to paint your nails dark green. You're actually only 5 years older than me, so don't give me any bullshit about that.
Oi, my nails are naturally fuckin like that! And the fact I'm only 5 years older than you is kinda fuckin sad, it means you're that fuckin weak compared to me at that age.
How do you know how fucking strong or weak I am? I've never fucking mentioned it!
I can tell. You can't even break the very, very simple barrier around my mind, meaning you have little to no chakra control. Plus, judging from what I've heard of your fucked up world, not much emphasis is put on fucking training.
Heh heh… Yeah I'm pretty weak compared to you ninja.
Seeing as a Jashinist with no training is fucking useless, I've decided to train you. I can't deal with being in a fuckin weak ass civilians head.
OH HELL YEAH! I get training? YEEEEEEES! This will be epic!
"Shirubachi? You look kinda zoned out." Her mom cut into her wonderful thought conversation.
"Oh, sorry about that. Just a lot on my mind with graduation tomorrow."
"It's okay, you should take a shower, eat dinner, and get some sleep. I'm sure this has all been exhausting."
"Yeah, thanks Mom, I'll do that." Shirubachi strolled back into her room, grabbed her fluffy flannel pajama pants and a tank top, and got into the shower. She took her time, rubbing in her lavender-vanilla soaps and shampoo for extra long to get the weird hospital smell off of her. She skipped out to the kitchen after pulling on a plain pair of black flats and a sweatshirt, and made herself some pizza. She turned back to her room, huddling into her bed wrapping herself in blankets before eating the wonderful food.
So, when does my training start?
Later, I'm fuckin tired right now.
Okay~ night Hidan!
Night Chi.
The next morning happened much the same as every other morning. Shirubachi rolled out of bed, turned down her phone, got ready for school, etc. She did her stretching, she made her breakfast, she went over the homework from the night before in her head.
Mornin' Hidan She thought-whispered, whistling softly.
Why the hell do you wake up at fucking DAWN? Hidan replied. Shirubachi picked up her whistling a bit, turning to the door. She slipped on a light jacket, and took off down the road.
I see you're picking up on some of my habits as your awake as well.
Kakuzu woke me up at 5am. We just got back to the shitty ass base.
Ah. Shirubachi smiled, enjoying the wind whipping through her hair. Ne, Hidan? Do you think I could use chakra if I tried?
I dunno, maybe. Y'know the fucking things they teach in the Jashin-damned academy right? Just try focusing on combining the energy within you.
Huh, okay. She spent the rest of her run focusing, trying to pinpoint her chakra flow. It was little, but it was there. As she tested it, she realised she had pretty mediocre reserves, not really bad, but not good either. She wondered if she could try Hidan's scythe style, she'd always thought it was pretty badass.
Glad to know, I could probably teach you how to wield a scythe, as long as you fuckin' pay attention, you don't seem to have too much trouble doing that though.
No I suppose not. It would be pretty badass to have scythe skills. Shirubachi hummed, running through random hand signs for nothing in particular. She'd memorised them a while back due to ninjas being badass as fuck. She arrived at her campus, stepping in. Her day passed quickly, with her quietly practicing with her chakra under her various desks and tables. She could do almost nothing, it was fuckin difficult! It was like trying to push together magnets on the wrong edge, then move them about in a very specific way with her non-dominant hand.
Hey Hidan? I think I have an idea.
Let's fuckin hear it then.
Well I was thinking, get Sasori, Deidara, Pein, and Kisame on the line, maybe Konan too. Then wait til Sasori and Deidara start arguing about art, and I can tell them they're both wrong, get everyone's attention, and scare the shit out of all of them. I think it would be fun.
That sounds pretty damn decent, Chi. I'll get to it as soon as you get home from whatever that hell-hole your at is. Though why just Sasori, Deidara, Pein and Kisame? Hidan totally threw off the idea of Konan, that was pretty unlikely.
Yay! I only have like an hour left, then the graduation ceremony thing tomorrow night, and I'm forever done with this place. Oh, because firstly, Deidara is my second favorite character, and Kisame is my third. Pein is necessary cuz he's fucking "Leader-sama". Sasori is integral to my plan, I kinda totally ship him with Deidara so I guess he's an okay character, not really one of my favorites but he has his moments. I don't really dislike him but I don't love him either.
Well that makes perfect sense. Note the sarcasm here in that phrase. Oh also, if you EVER fuckin mention how friendly I am to you, I will skin you alive. And that shit hurts, I know. This part was not sarcastic at all though, and Shirubachi shuddered slightly at the threat and the mental image that came with it.
Got it Hida-kun.
What the fuck kind of nickname is Hida-kun?
A good kind of nickname.
Don't fuckin call me Hida-kun, it only shortens my name by one fucking letter.
Alright, I'll call you Hida-chan.
THAT'S WORSE CHI!
Hida-kun it is then.
Jashin damn you.
He won't, I'm a loyal follower as well. Don't treat me like a heathen, Hida-kun!
Fine. Fucking fine. Just keep practicing your chakra control, eventually I'll teach you how to put up a better mental barrier, anyone could break into your head like this, therefore leading to my mind.
Mm-kay. I'll get to it now, I've only got the rest of this class then I can go. Shirubachi smiled, finishing up her sketch. It was one she had started a while ago, her favorite oc Aiko standing with a peace sign, Hidan's arm wrapped around her shoulder, Deidara on her other side with his arm looping through hers. All three were in Akatsuki cloaks, and she realised she really needed to buy one of those now. Shirubachi wondered if Pein would let her officially join the organisation as an information gatherer of sorts. She liked a lot of the Jinchuriki though, maybe she could help shift the plot line about, inform them of Tobi's plan. She really hated the damn lollipop, he drove her crazy with his obnoxious antics and his incessant planning of the destruction of her favorite characters.
Eventually her day ended, bringing her home. She smiled, going into her room and pulling out an old hakama, midnight blue on the bottom and black on the top. She grabbed a pair of hiking boots and some bamboo and headed into the forest covering half her house. She began humming softly to herself, calmly striding to a familiar clearing next to a small, clear stream. She focused on a point somewhere in the distance, letting her vision fade, she let her humming over take all other noises, she let her heart stop, her breathing coming to a halt. These simple motions felt familiar and well practiced, though she had never tried this.
Shirubachi clasped her hands in front of her stomach, curling her fingers around themselves. She pictured her chakra coils, something she knew she wasn't supposed to have, something that wasn't supposed to exist in her world. Really, she shouldn't exist in her world. She didn't match, didn't belong. Yet, here she was: a freak of nature, a corpse, a shell, alive all the same. It didn't make sense, but it was, so she hadn't questioned it. Her thoughts were no longer a private place after all.
Slowly, she tried pushing the chakra out of its home, bringing it carefully to focus on her feet. Shirubachi doubted Hidan felt like teaching her basic chakra control after all, so she would do it herself, with this new chakra of hers. She turned to a tree, blasting a huge amount of chakra to her feet, sending her soaring into its branches. She understood the basics of chakra control, she had been practicing all day and had picked up on it fairly quickly, though it was pretty difficult. Shirubachi heavily lowered the flow to her feet, leaving just enough to make herself stick, and calmly walked down the trunk. Well that was her intention, she actually turned, walked a few steps, and fell down the rest of the tree to land on her face. She sighed, turning back to the tree, and tried walking up it. She got maybe half way, then fell again, landing square on her ass. She continued this for a while longer, and in maybe an hour she could easily walk up and down the tree.
Yo Hida-kun, you almost ready?
Hell yeah, give me about 5 minutes.
'Kay. I think I got tree-walking down pretty decently. I'll start water now if you think I should.
Damn right, I fucking knew you had potential.
I'll get to it then
Now she walked to the stream, carefully placing a foot on it. The water rippled and pulsed, and her foot went right through. She cursed lightly, removing her shoes and folding up the bottom of her hakama. She really questioned her decision to wear it, but it had just seemed kind of right at the time. She tried again, gently pushing her chakra out of her foot at a constant rate. It balanced lightly on top of the water, so she tried putting more of her weight on it. The foot went splashing back into the shallow creek. She did this again, until she could rest the majority of her weight on the foot. She transferred all of her weight over, and placed down her other foot. It hovered precariously, but she did not fall in.
Shirubachi pumped her fist in the air happily, momentarily distracted she fell in. Luckily the stream was only about knee-depth, but it still soaked a good portion of her hakama and splashed her face. She grumbled a bit, but lifted a foot out of the water and balanced it back on top, then doing the same with the other. Sadly, her fall had heavily disrupted the surface of the water, leaving small waves. She fell back into the water in mere seconds, hence making the ripples even worse. Before she could try again, she heard a voice in her head that definitely wasn't Hidans.
Hidan, what do you want. The voice seemed like it lacked emotion, but commanded an air of authority. She couldn't tell if it were Pein or Sasori yet. She also wasn't sure how Hidan would answer the question, he couldn't exactly say he wanted to introduce her. Luckily he didn't have to answer.
Why did you specifically ask for the four of us? That was gruff and deep, clearly Kisame. Great, another question that Hidan wouldn't be able to answer currently.
I have art to get back to, un! Shirubachi sighed in relief, this should probably stop the questions for a bit. This voice was obviously Deidara.
Brat, those damn explosions aren't art. Art is eternal. This voice held the same emotionless properties of the first, but it was distinctly different in some ways. That must mean this one is Sasori, the first must have been Pein then. Er, Nagato. Same thing.
No it's not, art is something that is there one moment and gone the next, yeah! Art is an explosion, un!
True art should last forever, brat. Shirubachi smirked, pulling her legs out of the water and standing on top. She carefully coordinated her chakra flow to match the water below her, swaying a bit but otherwise showing no signs of falling in again.
You're both wrong. True art is neither fleeting nor eternal, true art is alive. It is drawn in flowing stories, tales illustrated to create lives, and end them. Art is death itself, a show of mortality, the light fading from someone's eyes. It is something that is always there, but only seen in short bursts, to appreciate for mere seconds before it disappears. I suppose that makes my dreams art, as well as the water rippling below my feet, the blood flowing in our veins the ink, and our minds the canvas. Shirubachi grinned, that sounded so poetic! Totally the dramatic first impression she had wanted. Really she was trying to describe anime, because the images flitted by quickly but you could rewatch it anytime you wanted, and it had characters that lived and died, it was her dream too, the whole 'art is death itself' was actually something she thought very true as well, so the whole thing was totally accurate. She just made it sound more mysterious and cool. Shirubachi was quite proud of her little speech.
Who are you? That was Pein again.
I am Arashi Shirubachi, a budding artist, a servant of Jashin, an immortal, and a kunoichi. She paused for a second. She was kind of a kunoichi, in a way. Maybe. Sort of. She would be soon. Shirubachi didn't think they needed to know that. You don't need to introduce yourselves, I have requested your presence, Carrot-san, Puppet-san, Shark-san, Deidei-chan. She was now taking slow steps across the water, laughing her head off. She knew they were probably all confused now, and her cute nicknames had most likely not helped.
Deidei-chan? This was Deidara. She decided to let her whole mysterious high and mighty thing drop now, it was fun, but it really didn't go with her relaxed and extraordinarily fabulous personality.
You betchya, isn't it kawaii? Hida-kun, you agree with me right? She did a couple jumps on the water, falling in on the third one. She sighed lightly, and pulled herself back to the surface to try again.
Chi you are a Jashin-damned genius. She could picture each of the nicknamed Akatsuki members fuming. It was pretty funny, she laughed a bit harder, causing her to fall back into the water. She climbed out again, glad no one was watching her try to train herself.
Hidan, you knew of this? This sounded like Pein again.
Hell yeah I did, Chi here has been in my head for a couple days now Carrot-san.
Never call me Carrot-san again. Shirubachi smiled brightly, hoping Hidan would do what she did to him.
Got it Carrot-chan. She laughed here, managing to stay on top of the water this time.
I see you are learning from me Hida-kun! She began walking around on the surface of the water now.
Whats happening here, yeah?
I agree with the brat. Explain now, I do not like to wait.
Okey, coolio. Well pretty much what happened is simple. I died in a car crash, woke up, and Hidan was in my head, ta-da.
Did you say you died then you woke up? Kisame finally spoke again. She hadn't expected the shark to be so quiet.
I did. I am dead, yet I am not. Wooooaaaaaah, creepy right? Shirubachi smiled, starting to get the hang of the water walking. She tried a couple jumps, finally able to land without falling through.
Arashi-san, this still does not explain anything.
You're right, Carrot-chan. It explains nothing, yet that is all I know. Oh by the way, I know your future. ALL of your future. Wahahaha
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What do you mean? Also, do not address me as Carrot-chan, Carrot-san, anything involving carrots is off limits.
Well you're no fun. I can't call you Pein, but I suppose Nagato doesn't really work too well anymore either. Definitely not Yahiko either…. hmm. I know! Shirubachi smirked a little, but she was somewhat nervous. I'll call you Leader-chan! Of course, that would involve letting me into the Akatsuki.
Unknown to her, in the Naruto world, sitting in Ame, Pein was beyond wary of this Arashi Shirubachi. She knew of his past obviously, but how much? She also claimed to know the future, and with the way things were going, she probably did. She had wanted to join the Akatsuki though, and it seemed she had quite enough power. He had never heard of her though, and she was not in any of the bingo books. He sighed, it was better to have that power as an ally rather than an enemy, no matter how odd.
Fine. When can you get here, I wish to meet you face to face in order to properly test you.
Oh, sorry Leader-chan, no can do. The only way you can communicate with me is through Hida-kun I'm afraid. I'm surprised not one of you asked me what a car was at least.
Pein was now confused. He had missed it what with all that happened, but she had mentioned she died in a car crash, whatever that was. Not only that, but she refused to meet them in person. His musings stopped as she continued to think-speak.
Of course, I would love to meet all of you if I could. I mean, really, you're all Jashin-damn awesome. I'd pay to meet any of you. I just can't. You see, in my world, all of you are nothing more than fictional characters in an anime called Naruto, the main villains actually. Maybe someday I'll meet you, but for now, I'm afraid that just isn't possible.
Pein was in shock, did this woman really come from another world? One where his organisation was nothing more than villains in an anime? If that was the case however, she could be very valuable. It would mean she most likely truly did know their future. She had said they were the main villains in the anime though. He sighed, that meant they were doomed to failure. The main character was obviously the kyuubi jinchuuriki, Uzumaki Naruto, seeing as the show was titled Naruto. Possibly though, they could change the plot line. He thought for a moment, this meant she would be very useful, even if she was in a different world.
You're in. Welcome to the Akatsuki, Arashi Shirubachi.
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