Title: Ninja Stealth Art(V1)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: First Person, Body Snatching, Language, Violence, rambly, Reincarnation(kind-Of), Madara-Possession Theory(kind of), disjointed/unconnected scenes, unfinished work
Pairings: N/A
Summary: All Tammy expects is to be able to write an awesome story. Blacking out and awakening in the body of a five year old lost in a forest was definitely not part of that plan. Magical ninjas don't help either, and isn't naruto that thing that you can put in ramen?
Disclaimer: Yeah, no I don't actually own the Naruto franchise, that dubious honor belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I do however own myself along with the mentions of my other Fan Characters and places. Thankyou.
Notes: This... This was what Ninja Stealth Art was originally going to be... And then I got inspired in a completely different direction, so what the original draft and idea was has been mostly scrapped. What bits and pieces are still lying around from that will be posted here though. So seriously, not much at all really... Also mostly what is here is rather disjointed.
Also V1, stands for Version 1, nothing else... There might be a few other of these things depending on what pops up... But for now, I'm pretty sure I'm set with what it's actually going to be when I do end up doing it.
Among other Naruto insert stories that I kind of came up with on a whim but never really pursued. So welcome to Roll the Dice folks.
Drifting, in and out, in and out. What am I doing again? Everything is fuzzy and blank, and it all seems so unimportant at this moment. Is that bad? Good? I don't even know anymore... I was doing something wasn't I? My eyes flicker beneath closed lids before slowly they peel open. The deep blue of the night sky dotted with stars looms overhead.
Okay what?
I blink, because that's not right? I'm sure that I was inside just moments before right? And yet, my arms and legs are both able to feel the gentle caress of the breeze and the tickly sensation of grass, and slight wet from the dew under my back.
Again, what?
Where am I exactly? As I slowly maneuver into a sitting position I'm able to make out the hulking trees around me, that cast deeper shadows that stretch and curl over the ground. Twisting around I'm able to vaguely make out what seems to be a pond... A river on further inspection and actually paying attention to what I can hear.
Which admittedly isn't that much at all. Besides the gentle whisper of the wind and the rushing water, and some of the night ambiance such as crickets and other humming insects there's nothing.
Not a single car, truck or dog barking.
It's disconcerting. Although when I attempt to stand I simply stumble and find myself back on the ground. Blinking I confusedly lever myself back up and decide to finally check my own body over. It's... A lot smaller than it should be.
It's also different in another way... Unfamiliar to me in the context of this is wrong! Hair a slightly different shade and style compared to what it should have been. Skin still pale, but faintly darker than what it should be, and black gauntlets that seem to be fused with my body. I think those are what throw me off the most.
Because what the freaking hell?
Absently I move a hand to touch one of them, just to figure out what they're even made of. It feels much like a strange liquid-solid gel substance. Kind of almost like that gelli-baff stuff, or silly putty, or well anyway, it feels like a mixture between solid and liquid. Solid enough to maintain it's shape, but liquid enough to shift around and adapt...
Huh?
So aside from the gauntlets I'm not really wearing that much. A long sleeved, and just generally long blue shirt with a low hanging collar. A pair of white shorts with grey that hang just above my knees and my feet are completely bare. Beside me there's a backpack and I kind of pause because... Was that there the whole time?
Likely. I tend to miss things like that when distracted, and there is a rather big distraction here. Because I've finally figured out what the wrong feeling is... I can feel some sort of buzz coming from within my body. It's also a hum at the same time, thrumming through my body in tandem with the blood rushing through my veins.
Oh yeah... I can feel that, it's a bit disconcerting but at the same time not really. I mean I've always kind of been a bit hypersensitive to just general sensations, so a thrumming in my body is kind of noticeable. But it's also normal, this second pulse though...
I don't have a clue what to do about it. It even has a slight different feel. While I've always kind of likened the feel of my blood moving as a kind of thrum, a beat this is more of a hum. A pulse rather than a swish...
I can't even describe either properly aside from the fact that they're just there.
It might be why I'm always so amazed and entranced when I'm bleeding though... Because I can feel it as it seeps out and it's not really so much painful as it is a kind of leaking feeling... Like when you go to the toilet but instead on the arm, or leg, or forehead. It's more painful while they're healing with pulses of whatever my body's doing beneath the scabs...
I shake my head vigorously, I should stop getting side-tracked by this stuff. I need to figure out where the hell I even am... And, I eye the backpack speculatively, what's going to of use to me. Slowly I stand, this time having a bit more luck before I walk over to the pack and open it up to see what exactly I've got to work with.
Scrap Parts. Bits and pieces of broken mechanics and technology.
Okay what?
I blink and pick the pack up-it's surprisingly light considering what's within it. Tipping it upside down I find myself gaping as a pile of parts bigger than the backpack (bigger than me...) tumbles out. It's kind of horrifying to stare at, yet at the same time my fingers twitch eager to actually look at exactly what kind of parts are here.
So it's not entirely a surprise when I find myself lifting up some of the parts and happily piecing them together. A wire here, a joint piece there... I barely register that this should be hard, because it's not. It's easy, like breathing.
Like feeling the pulse of the energy running through my body alongside my blood. Like knowing and understanding that those things are there and being able to identify and feel them without cutting off outside stimuli...
Is it any wonder that I'm rarely able to get a decent nights sleep.
I finish after a while, clicking the last part into place and then I simply stare. What exactly did I just create? It looks maybe kind of like a mouse, but at the same time it's roughly the same size as me, as a small dog or other canine really. Also for some reason I'm obscenely proud of myself for making it... No sense, but still proud.
Now how do I turn it on?
I kind of pause before sweeping the unused parts back into the backpack and slipping it onto my back and then circling the robotic companion unit that I've created... At least, that's what my instincts are calling it anyway.
Eventually I do figure out how to switch it on... And it's barely just in time as two shuriken suddenly fly out of nowhere and towards me. I end up spinning around with a magically appearing kunai in my hand.
It's a bit of a okay what moment but I don't even pause to consider it before I'm glaring at the stranger in front of me. They're big... Much bigger than me and I feel kind of like throwing something because that's just not fair, ten seconds(?) minutes(?) something ago I was a sixteen year old getting ready for NaNoWriMo... And now I'm a midget again.
With a robotic mouse standing at my side and glaring at a complete stranger... Oh and they're holding a glowing ball of time-space madness that I'm pretty sure that the person who resided in this body previously made. Mainly because some part of me went Hey that's mine! as soon as I saw it.
"Hey that's mine!" oh... I'm not sure whether I should be mad at myself or not... Either way, I'm not focusing on that as much as I'm more focused on the fact that the sky overhead is actually beginning to brighten.
How close is it to morning now? Did I arrive at midnight or something like that?
That would actually be incredibly weird. I blink brought back to the present by a kunai just barely flying by and nicking my cheek. Blink, once, twice... It doesn't really hurt but I can feel the blood as it seeps out and slides down my cheek.
That kind of pisses me off. And then I'm moving, swiping with the magic kunai in my hand and growling when the man simply jumps up and over any attack that I make. Seriously, it would help if I were still a sixteen year old... Well maybe anyway considering the sheer speed that we're both moving at.
And then, they run up the side of a tree...
The fucking hell?
I freeze in place and just kind of stare, because what? People don't just run up trees. People don't... That's not a thing that happens in reality. Unless I've missed something. I flail for a bit before my robotic companions joins me and then I move once more. This time mainly dodging any number of thrown weapons...
And seriously, how am I able to dodge this shit?
Okay, not a good idea to wonder such things when there's metal flying around but seriously... How am I able to mostly dodge this shit only getting a few minor nicks and cuts... Oh and an abrupt hair cut...
I growl and duck back hiding behind the mechanical mouse that periodically beeps. What do I even do here? There's nothing clear in my mind... Apart from possibly screaming bloody murder, but I highly doubt that will catch any attention. Since no one else has come yet to check out the noise that is already being created by this mess.
And I still don't know why I'm even here...
Although, I have a sinking feeling that the spherical object that my enemy held earlier may have something to do with it...
Now how do I retrieve that object and figure out how to get home...
The police are just gone... They're gone and I'm standing in a puddle of blood staring blankly at the corpse of one of the people who used to stand for protection. For safety... I-I can't even begin to understand what just happened. I had just wandered over here towards the Uchiha Clan compound because the manager of my apartment kicked me out.
Again.
And what do I find... Blood splatter everywhere and a corpse lying out on the sidewalk. I think that the worst part is that I actually recognise the corpse. Uchiha Masao... Otherwise known as that one poor sod who's always on duty when I come barreling around, or when Naruto decides to set off a paint bomb over the compound.
It's really disconcerting to see him so still. Limp and with a gaping hole in his abdomen.
What do I even do in this situation. The Uchiha are the police and they're dead. Everyone's dead... And then I see a small figure run by.
Sasuke!
Shit no, I move reaching for him and failing because someone else just appears and cuts off my chase. I blink and look up at the figure in the flame patterned mask stumbling backwards. I end up on the ground looking up in pure bewilderment.
"Where the hell did you come from?" never let it be said though that I don't have a mouth on me, because I do. They turn to me and I kind of blanch, because oh shit... And is that a sharingan spinning behind the mask. "Uh... I think that I'll just-" I'm cut off when the man yanks me up and off the ground.
Damn, I hate being short. Hate being a child even more, I wince, and I can feel... Well nothing, they tried to do something, I felt it begin and then nothing...
"Uh..."
I can hear their snarl, even as I struggle and... Just barely I manage to slip out of my jacket and then flee the area. A quick glance back allows me to see that they're fighting... Themself?
Huh?
"Team nine will be Rock Lee, Hyuga Neji and Tenten..." My head is down on the desk as I absently listen to the sensei rattle off the names of our future team mates. Beside me is Pika, I finally, finally figured out a name for the freaking thing.
And I think that I'm finally getting used to the idea of magical shinobi that shoot fire as well... But, mainly I'm here because I want to be able to understand what the hell that was that I ran into when I was nine.
Back when the Uchiha were massacred in a single night. Supposedly it was Itachi... But then who was the stranger that I ran into.
"Team eleven will be Kankuso(who?), Totozuka Sokode, and Scintilla Tammy. Your senseis will be here to pick you up after lunch" I look around the room, because really who is Kankuso? That's a name that I haven't heard previously, and here I thought that I knew everyone in my class already. Everyone else is already leaving the room to enjoy their food.
To enjoy their last break before we're forced into service ever after for the protection of Konohagakure... Although really, from what I've seen we'll primarily be forced to obey whatever whim one of the civilians feels at any given time...
Ugh... D-Ranks, how I dread thee...
Eventually I trudge out and join everyone else... Which really means that I separate myself and plop down beneath a tree and allow myself to tune in to nature. I allow the feeling of peace to settle over me and I relax, absently munching away at my bento as I watched everyone else interact.
In all honesty, I kind of wish that maybe I had gotten onto that Lee boy's team... Enthusiasm like that is hard to match.
"Hey!" I yelp when there's a face suddenly up and into mine. Spiky green hair up in a mohawk, bright blue eyes with markings faintly like wings on his cheeks. A parrot rests in his hair... It's Sokode.
"Uh... Hi..." I mumble blinking rapidly as I retreat back pressing right up against the tree... Where did he even appear from? That's kind of freaky damnit. "Um..." awkwardly we kind of maintain that position until we're all called back to await our sensei.
Who is actually one of the first people to show up. Light sandy hair, with dark eyes and Hitai-ate worn around the neck the man nods towards us and then moves. I rush to follow with both team mates at my side.
It's a lot harder than I thought that it would be as the man moves faster and faster. I grit my teeth and move rapidly to keep up before.
"Pika, initiate scanning mode. Chakra signatures, cross check!" It's a simple command all things considered, but eh... Pika responds easily resting on my back serving a kind of duel purpose and then I bark at my new team mates "We need to locate him now! Sokode... Uh... Eye in the sky?" it's a weak idea but the green haired boy grins before whistling sharply and his parrot flies up and circles around.
"Check up!" the statement from Kankuso is so unexpected that I freeze before frowning and then following his instructions...
There standing upsidedown overhead is our to be sensei. Huh? Was he there the whole time? And when did we end up in a more wooded area anyway?
"Well done." the man slowly claps as he drops down out of the tree to stand in front of us. "So introductions. I'm your sensei Mikan Hotaka." he sounds so bored and done with the whole situation. "We're to be a capture and retrieval squad!"
Okay, what?
How does that work... I'm okay wait, I'm more or less a weapons and trap specialist also sensor. I know that Sokode is a tracker in a sense, but he's also kind of useless when it comes to fights, then again so am I... Wouldn't we be better as an ambush squad, unless Kankuso has some ability that I'm missing... Or I'm selling myself short again.
I look confused before watching as he motions to Sokode to begin with his introduction.
"Totozuka Sokode, and this is Ken! I'm well primarily a tracker but I have beginner fuinjutsu knowledge and I'm good at genjutsu." he rubs the back of his head before looking towards Kankuso.
"Kankuso, I'm a poison specialist, but I'm good in taijutsu and fuinjutsu." he crosses his slim arms over his chest "I'll admit that my genjutsu and ninjutsu skills need some work, before they're adequate."
"Scintilla Tammy!" I begin almost as soon as he finishes speaking, with a dawning sense of well we're pretty much screwed because while the potential is there... Eh... "I'm a sensor, my bukijutsu is where most of my talents lie, and I'll admit that most of my other areas of training are kind of lacking..." yeah, I really did not focus on my training, I mean I have a decent amount of ninjutsu, but my taijutsu is sloppy without a weapon and I can't cast genjutsu worth a damn for all that they can't affect me in the slightest.
Our sensei frowns at us momentarily before it stretches out into a rather vicious grin... Let the training from hell commence I think...
Eep.
"OKAY WHAT THE FUCK?! GIANT RACCOON! GIANT RACCOON MADE FROM SAND!" I'll admit my reaction to a freaking gargantuan raccoon made out of sand is not exactly the best or most valid response that a shinobi/kunoichi should have...
But, Freaking hell a giant raccoon made from sand...
"It's not a crush damnit! It's this little thing called hormones. Trust me, I don't get crushes! I just don't..."
"Just shut up and stop denying it Tammy. You so have a crush on him!" Sokode teases me with a grin from the other side of our campfire and I huff and cross my arms glaring into the flames... I so do not...
And yet, all I can see in the flames is a bright grin and shining eyes... Argh!
Notes: So yeah... Literally that was all that I had done for this... And near the end, as you can see it was shit from later on down the track... But I never really in depth wrote much of this apart from the introduction... As in first waking up and maybe a bit of the Uchiha Massacre scenes... Because this was originally going to be something for NaNoWriMo... Now that it's changed though... I'm showing these old and rough scenes from what the original thing was going to be like.
Also, most of what I was able to feel I wasn't actually exaggerating too much at all... I really can feel my blood as it moves around, maybe not constantly, but I can feel it, and it's a kind of eerie itchy sensation that gets stronger every year. It kind of makes me a bit twitchy when it comes to touch. So yeah, there is such a thing as people who can feel their own body working, I think this is true hypersensitivity really... eh...
Also yeah, I'm a year older than the Rookie nine, in Lee/Tenten/Neji's generation... Also yeah, initially I had thoughts of replacing Tenten on Gai's team... And then I realized, if I'm being honest with myself... I would likely find myself mimicking Gai and Lee... Which yeah, poor Neji. So... Just for fun.
-OMAKE-
"Come on Neji!" I shout with a huge enthusiastic green and wearing an entirely too bright green outfit accentuated with orange, not spandex though(I still have some standards) "It's a team thing! Come on! Stop fighting it! We could be TEAM YOUTH!"
"No." he states it in a horrified deadpan as I pose with Gai-sensei and Lee! A wonderful sunset and beach shining from somewhere behind us.