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A/n: this au is like a mix of our world and theirs. There are ninja villages, but not many compared to the population of the earth. Most shinobi become special police or join the military.
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The young girl held the kunai, running it through her fingers, looking at it. Considering. It hurt. She could feel it, inside. She knew there was a way to end it. Should she? ……... She thought of her mom, of her family in general. They would miss her. Alot. She continued to look at the kunai with softly glowing blue-grey eyes. No. She wouldn't do that to the people who loved her. She wouldn't do that to her mother. Sighing, she looked up and saw faint tendrils of color floating around her sleeping mother. She frowned. Her parent's room was down the hall, how could she see them through the walls? And why were those tendrils the only color she could see? ...Her eyes widened as shock frissioned through her. Omoi-metsuki. The emotion eyes. Her family's blood-line limit. She looked slowly through the house, wonder growing. The world was made up of gray objects, with tendrils of color near where her family members lay sleeping. She stared for a few minutes before it slowly faded from her vision and she was surrounded once again by the dark objects of her own room. As omoi-metsuki faded out, her depression came back to her. With one last glance in the direction of her mother's room, vision again blocked by the wall, she placed the kunai under her pillow and lay her head down. Her news could wait 'til the morning. She didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
3 yrs. later
11-year-old Ameko watched her uncle carefully. Omoi-metsuki detected no emotion from him; hers also kept tightly under wraps. Even concentration and determination kept muted. Suddenly he was in front of her, amusement glowing from his fists as they hurtled towards her. Eyes narrowing in determination, she pulled, twisted, pushed. And her uncle was yanked back. He hung by his wrists, suspended from the two closest trees by ropes of green amusement anchored with red determination. Yellow was steadily being wound around the green to keep it out of his reach as surprise poured out of him. Then he laughed. He tried to break the bonds, but she continued spinning any emotion that he put out. He nodded. She loosened his bonds and he dropped to land neatly in the grass. The glow faded from their eyes. "That was good. You're really getting the hang of manipulating others' emotions. It might be about time to teach you some of the higher level family jutsu." Ameko smiled.
Ameko opened her eyes when she heard movement. It was 1 'o clock in the morning, but she had only just gone to bed. Two figures stood, smokey grey in omoi-metsuki, tension swirling around them in muddy red clouds. Aunt Satsuki and uncle Tensuke. "There's trouble. Lets go." uncle Tensuke nodded and they were both gone in a blur. Ameko frowned. 'Hmmm...' She debated trying to find out what was going on. 'Sounds serious...it would be good practice, too...' she shrugged. Sleep could wait this once. 'Alright.' Suppressing her emotions and chakra again, she headed after her family. They were trickling into the family meeting place in twos and threes. Ameko leaned back and considered how to get in. They would probably catch her if she tried...She remembered something her uncle had said to one of her cousins who was being difficult about learning his techniques.
"Bunshin are ideal for spying and intelligence retrieval missions. Do you know why?" the boy shook his head moodily. "When you release the jutsu all of the knowledge that the clone has acquired becomes your own. Now imagine if you could spy on cute little Amaya-chan with a bunshin that could release itself if she got too close." The cousin looked surprised then nodded, a blush spreading over his cheeks as he fingered a bruise on his arm.
Ameko smiled. 'Ok. So bunshin. But how to get it in? Not as family, they'd notice that there were two. Not-family wouldn't make it in at all...What would make it in? ...ah. A cat. Or a bird or something. Using henge.' Concentrating on keeping her chakra unnoticed, she created a shadow clone. It smiled at her, then henged into a moth. After watching it flutter down on the summer breeze and through the trap door she sat and waited for the meeting to end.
By the time the meeting ended two hours later she had found her way back to her bed and sat waiting, half-awake. When the jutsu released she straightened, images and impressions - memories - flitting through her tired mind. Uchiha Itachi had killed his clan, everyone but his little brother, and was now gone. They had talked about what to do now, in this crisis. She didn't really understand. Then they had discussed what could have made him do it, if there was still a threat to the village. To the clan. They had discussed her. Confused, she absorbed her clan's debate on her. She wasn't like the rest of the clan. She never said how she was feeling. She had kept her feelings muted since she learned how to do it. She was getting stronger. Someday she might be stronger than any of them. She had never shown any signs of this...but they hadn't expected it of Itachi either. They decided to watch her. Confused and hurt, Ameko tried to work through what this all meant. Frowning, she shook her head. She curled up among the blankets and pillows, and let sleep wash it all away...