Hey there, JMA here with a new Gamer fic. This isn't the one I promised when I mentioned another Gamer fic, it's too different from the first one. I originally was going to build up this fic with an update of Naruto Uzumaki: Ninja Gamer, please read it if you haven't by the way (what can I say, free advertising), but that one isn't done yet so this will have to do. Hope you enjoy and please review.
Recommendation: Heaven's Eye by Trainer Jayden. A My Hero Academia featuring Izuku with a Sharingan.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor the game Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Impact. I do own a copy of the game though, and the inspiration gave birth to this fic.
Joshua Alexander
Opening my eyes, I find himself in a nearly endless void. Black as far as the eye can see. Basically a very dark place to keep it simple for us simple people.
"What the?"
Looking at myself, the only source of a colour other than black, he sees a cursive writing with a name in dark grey contrasting the light grey colour screen on his tracksuit, A tracksuit covering chocolate brown skin. Anyway, back to the name I'm dying to know about
Joshua
Right, I remember now. My name is Joshua Alexander, or was. I remember seeing a car before... Blank. Absolutely nothing else. I must have been hit and died instantly. Morbid thoughts from a seemingly immature 12 year old I'm sure you're all thinking, but I do understand death to a degree. I was forced to, what with the other two close calls I had in my short lifetime Third times the charm and all that.
Welp, now I'm overthinking it. I died and should either be in Heaven or in Hell as said in the Christian Bible. Both of which I do not associate with an seemingly endless black void. Heaven's predominant colour would be white and Hell's predominant colour would be red. So where am I?
"Ah. You must be wondering where you are."
"W-Who said that?"
Looking around frantically, he eventually comes face to face with a handsome (by society's standards) old man. Handsome by his strong jawline (what the hell is up with that by the way?) and old by his wrinkles (kinda obvious). The strange thing about him (besides his style of dress) is these horn-like things on his forehead, making him look like those characters in cartoons. It's strange, strange in the way that Iwould double take if seen randomly, but surprisingly not weird. I could get used to seeing that. Well he was always strangely acceptive of a lot of things. What he's doing here remains to be seen. Is he dead too?And before I know it, I'm spitting rapid fire questions.
"Who are you? Where are we? Are you dead too?" And although I'm surprisingly mature for his age, I'm still just a child. My childlike curiousity being one such telltale sign. I would've gone on, had a soft laugh from the old man not interrupted me.
"My name is Hagoromo Otsutsuki--"
"Who?" One of my greatest faults, is that I happen to be terrible with names. Hey, comes with a bad short term memory. Easy names are simple, and the more I come in contact with someone, the easier it is to remember their name. Complicated names Iwon't remember unless it's hammered into my head. It doesn't help that I happen to be blunt about it. Most people would take insult to someone forgetting their name after just mentioning it. This old man however, just chuckles.
"Hm hm. I was warned this might happen." Wait what? The old man then becomes serious. "Joshua Alexander," Wait, how did he know my name? They didn't introduce each other and I sure as hell don't know him. "I require you to do something for me. Can you help me?"
I consider it even though I shouldn't. I lived my relatively short life helping people. No matter how much I wanted to do otherwise, I've always done the selfless thing, right down to his death where instead of letting someone die, I had to push them out of the way. I hardly even remember it. One moment I was on the side of the road, the next I'm staring death right in the face like a deer in headlights (excuse the pun). Honsetly speaking, this impulse to be of service to someone is a curse. A curse I would rather do without. But for some reason, he just can't help himself.
"Yes."
The old man lets out a sigh of gratitude. Gratitude, an emotion I'm very familiar with, an emotion that makes this curse of selflessness almost worth it. Almost. I follow it by looking him in his purple rippled eyes. Purple rippled eyes? Strange but it won't change my mind, unfortunately. I gave my word and I'm gonna stick with it. I then feel a hand on his shoulder, which results in a strange blue glow shining from me. My eyes bulge. This is amazing! I feel like I can run the Tour de France twice now. Yeah, that's right. Run, not cycle. I almost get lost in this amazing feeling, but the old man's next words center me.
"Protect my sons."
I then feel myself pulled away from him, and a never before felt pain burns from within me. What the hell is this?! It's excruciating! This burning pain is even worse than when I died, at least that was instant! I'd rather feel that than this. To my relief, I don't take that much longer to eventually blackout.
Mato Uzumaki
He suddenly shoots awake, breathing heavily. That dream again? What does it mean? This is the third time this week that he had that dream with the foreign boy and the old man speaking a strange language that he somehow understood. Looking around to see if Kushina noticed, he finds that he isn't in the Senju Compound as he thought, but in the Academy classroom being watched by over twenty pairs of eyes. Now that's unnerving AND slightly creepy.
"W-What is it?" A slight stutter slips out, making him mentally curse how easily he was unnerved. He can't afford to be so weak, he has to protect Kushina after all. Speaking of Kushina, he mentally yells an 'Quest Menu!' , bringing about a light brown pop up that only he can see.
Quest Menu
Ongoing Quests
Protect Kushina
Kushina needs to be protected, despite her tomboyishness and abiliies, especially since she's the successor of Mito's Legacy. After all, who wouldn't wanna protect their cousin.
Objective
Protect Kushina
Bonus Objective
None
Reward
?
Failure
?
Amazingly, the quest just popped outta nowhere when he insisted on going with Kushina. When he saw it, he was confused at the time about the Mito's Legacy part but accepted it anyway. He then refused to take no for an answer saying, "Where she goes, I go.". He chuckles at the memory and would go further into it, if not interrupted by the only other redhead in the class speaking softly,
"Mato? Are you ok?"
Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Turning to meet her, he comes face to face with Kushina's concerned face and is met with a compulsion to protect her. It was strange the first time he met her two years ago but he got used to it and even went with it. He puts on a reassuring smile and ruffles her hair, getting a indignated cry of "Hey!" and usually a rant about her hair which is interrupted by a bell signaling the end of the Academy. This lights up her face and after a cry of "Finally!", he is grabbed and rushed out, probably to that spot that sells ramen, all with a small smile on his face.
End of Chapter 1
And that's that. My new fic. To clarify, this isn't part of my first Gamer Fic. It's entirely seperate. I hoped I kept Kushina in character. If not, I wanna hear about it.
The last part is done like that on purpose to highlight the differences despite the fact that they technically share a soul. Next chapter onwards will be in first person again.
Now my readers know my name, that's kinda what I get for a reincarnation self insert. On a side note, I was initially struggling with a colour to describe my skin colourm, I happen to be "mixed" as the rest of the world calls it so couldn't say dark brown as it's too dark. Light brown is on the other hand, too light so I would've said just brown which is too plain. That would've happened if not for the song I was happening to listening to: Mi Casa's Chocolate. So now you get a treat for those ladies who prefer a bit of chocolate skin. My skin colour aside, hope you enjoyed so far and please review.
JMA out.
Edited a line break on 03/10/18