Fighting the System

We all know how these things begin.

An Original Character ends up with the Akatsuki, and of course, everyone suddenly stops being a psychopath and becomes a misunderstood child all grown up.

A main protagonist who is an Original Character ends up with a powerful bloodline, and ends up doing a few idiotic choices that however change the course of the world 'forever'.

A mighty and great change of 'love, friendship and super-powers' lead something different to happen, but still results in something else which is completely tasteless.

Or Naruto gets beaten up and suddenly sprouts a bloodline able to annihilate the universe…and then the enemies of course learn of something better.

You see, the problem with all of this is that in real life, you can ignore those types of stories. You just read the summary, complete with the 'better summary inside' and then you snort and mutter 'hell no' and leave. Yes, you know that feeling. The feeling of smugness of 'I will never taint my brain cells with that horror' runs through your body as you move to another story, a better one…

That is…

Unless you find yourself trapped into one of said stories.

My name is unimportant, and unfortunately isn't really mine, which is actually better in the long run. I am called 'Fumetsu Kyōryokuna Yami', which means through the horrific usage of Google Translate 'Powerful Undying Darkness'.

If you haven't understood it yet, I'm apparently a Gary Stu.

And I am going to kill my creator, whenever I get my hands on that filthy thirteen years old with an excessive hormonal unbalance and a sick and twisted mania for getting Harems.

The fun fact is that I'm not alone. There are other Original Characters hanging around Konoha or other villages, but they are easy to see. When the 'spotlight' isn't on them, they freeze in time and space, with the rest of the villagers ignoring them and going about their daily lives.

I tried an experiment once on 'Utsukushī Chimei-tekina Hana', which is 'Beautiful Deadly Flower', an Original Character with dark crimson hair and silver streaks and pale purple eyes that shone brightly. I simply threw a block of concrete at her when the spotlight was gone.

The block of concrete flew in the air thanks to my 'ultra-powerful and strong' muscles and tore her head apart cleanly. She didn't even start to bleed until the 'Spotlight' that is the author returned on her and found her beheaded. I don't know how an author 'finds out' things, but I know I had committed the murder so gruesomely the thirteen year old probably freaked out for a few minutes, before returning to the keyboard.

That was how I learned I could influence the world around me.

If we consider the writer as a system administrator, the higher-tier hierarchy in a system, then I was just one rank below him, and I was self-aware.

This meant I was actually smarter than the usual thirteen years old hormonal teenager was.

I ignored the compulsion to 'appear' on stage, as my sight went to the cause of the ruckus from my hiding spot. It was the usual cliché of the 'crowd' appearing and preparing themselves to beat to death the 'demon kid'. Apparently, the 'demon kid' was now a girl.

He knew it had been Naruto until a few minutes before —he had seen the boy walk with his usual orange jumpsuit like the Canon version. The fact it now was a female 'Naruko' crying and holding her arms around her 'bountiful and perky B-cup breasts' as if she were the sexy-no-jutsu version…he had probably broken the teen's mind about using a female OC as a love interest for Naruto.

This thus resulted in a change of genre for the 'protagonist of the story' in question.

Considering his compulsion, he was probably supposed to step in, solve the problem by burning/charring to death the villagers, and then declaring himself some sort of super-secret Anbu. There would be teary-eyed thoughts on 'how beautiful he looked' or how 'she felt she could connect to him' or other shit that usually came down in the first three lines when a 'pairing couple' first met.

Love at first sight isn't born to set the mood, but to put down the boner of the hormonal thirteen years old.

I ignored the compulsion and the author relented. He would not have my participation, and so nameless Anbu appeared to solve the trouble.

I snorted as I heard some of the lines.

"Be gone in the name of the Sandaime! She is a hero for what she does, not a demon!" a random Anbu said.

"Yondaime would be sad about you losing faith in legacy!"

Was the writer actually trying to write something decent to read?

"If you won't stop," this seemed like a normal line. "I'll have to kill your dogs, your family, your friends, and then you." Never mind, anyone ever heard of cause and consequences around here? Aren't there laws or rules in place?

I leave the area before I give in to my basic impulses of utter destruction of such a horrific tale. I need time to think, albeit…actually, I need someone to talk to who isn't an imbecile. Someone who the author cannot put in a spotlight because he has no clue he or she exists. Someone the author never met, or knew of, someone only seen as a passer-by and promptly forgotten.

And that's when my brain reaches the foregone conclusion.

If this is a story written by an imbecilic thirteen years old hormonal teenager…then I can get help from his readers. Sure, the majority of them will probably be the same as him, but a few…a few might be flamers. A few might bring on to me the power of Logic and grant me the ability to defeat the author and gain control.

I will be Fighting the System…But I can't fight it alone.

I ask of you…

Will you lend me your strength?

Author's notes

Hate-My-Muse.

Consider this a sort of spiritual sequel to 'Multiversing with Harems'. Instead of going on a 'Pairing Wars' we'll be seeing the Clichè wars.

God have mercy upon our souls.