This site is seriously lacking in Kushina. I know I'm writing several other thing (all of which you should go read and review after this like the always cool people you are), but I just can't let this travesty stand. Yes, I, the Pirate on Wheels, will champion Kushina.
Prologue...
If I were allowed just one regret, it would be that I wasn't able to see Naruto grow up.
Those were the words of the great and powerful Uzumaki Kushina, as she took half of the nine tailed fox into her with the reaper death seal amidst the outskirts of Konoha.
"Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?"
"Because shut up and let me tell my story Miko!"
"You were always like this, Kushina..."
The cold hand of the Death god ripped through my stomach with a ghostly force, numbing my body with the sweet embrace of death, but the amazingly strong and cool Uzumaki Kushina laughed in the face of such an inferior being...
"You keep jumping tenses."
"Her! Her! Numbing her body with the sweet embrace of death! Better? Now quit ruining the mood Mikoto!"
The Uchiha put her face in her hands and let out her defeated exasperation. When she asked her old friend to recount the tale of her survival, she had forgotten just how bad at storytelling the girl was. When she wasn't jumping perspectives, she was embellishing her feats; and when she wasn't embellishing her feats, she was just making things up. Her vocabulary could also use a bit of work...
"You're an Uzumaki, aren't you? Can't you just seal the memories in me or something?" she pleaded. Most shinobi would never allow others to place fuin jutsu upon their body, but Mikoto held a deep trust in Kushina. Not just in her ability to safely place seals, but also in her capacity to cause intense pain and frustration with extensive accounts of grandeur.
"Oh, you want to do it the boring way," the redhead said with dejection. She hopped down from her stool and sauntered to her frustrated sister in arms. "Hold still then." With that she dipped her fingers into the cocoa Mikoto had left untouched beside her, and signed the elegant symbols of the Uzumaki clan that made up the memory link onto her friend's forehead. "Aaand done!" the round faced girl said, viewing her handiwork. "Not bad for hot cocoa, huh Miko?" she gloated and laughed at her rival's scowl.
"You just wanted to smear chocolate on my face," Mikoto said flatly.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how cool my jutsu is. Memory dealy no jutsu!" And with that, the Uzumaki put her hand over her prostrating friend's mouth, and quickly pulsed her chakra through the seal before she could comment.
Notes of the authoritarian: Confused? Don't feel bad, it's a prologue. Normally I'd like to give you a first chapter to click right into, one that's more than 420 words...but if I don't publish now, I'll forget and never come back. Even still, I'll also probably go back and edit this more. (Oh my!) Leave your comments after the beep I'm expecting you to play in your mind. If you refuse, leave them anyway.