Done on tablet because I am so fuqing bored. So bored.
Maybe I shouldn't have done all my housework/HW in one go.
And... Love Levi Ackerman!
Do not own the something called Naruto. Yeah... I think y'all should now that by now...
Yes... Ai will be overpowered with BS. Can't help it. Though, can you think of an offset for that? Like a phobia? Maybe an internal conflict? Please review!
Running helps improve many physical stuff. Or so I've been told. Actually, I read about it, so even more likely about that being the truth. If not... Then that would mean the books have been lying to me in both lives!
...Okay, it's kind of obvious which one has been telling the truth.
Me.
I was pretty underhanded Before, so why not now?
"Ai, dinner is ready!" Called out Uncle Yashamaru.
"Coming," I chimed back. With my four year old legs, I dropped my toys and raced to the dinner table.
When I said toys, I meant my geeky tools: a nice rubrix cube and a few dull glass chips. So far, I've been able to complete one side of the cube, and broken a handful of glass fragments. I don't know if I was just able to slightly control glass, or my chakra output went over the top. For good chakra control, you ought to be collected. And having less than the average amount really helped, since there was less to control.
My mind was always somewhat frazzled. The Ichibi whispering little snippets here and there didn't help much. And the whole Jinchuriki chakra thing was overpowered. Not to mention that being the child of strong shinobi and the grandchild of the greatest Kazekage said something to your coils. 1% thicker, with a 7% increased flow tenkutsu to tenketsu. Something among those lines.
"Salted Gizzards!" I happily loaded my plate. While it sounds completely fucked up and nasty, it actually tasted quite appealing.
As did curry.
And milk.
I was a growing girl with high Jinchuriki metabolism. Even with a lot of food, I'd still be eternally short due to lack of sleep. I'm not so sure it qualified as insomnia. It was Bijuu-itis. Not my fault.
Did Gaara eat a lot? Or am I just a food-junkie?
Uncle Yashamaru was becoming more and more stressed out as of late. He'd return to the house very, very late. Like, just before the sunrise. And then he would be awake and (not really) lively in time for breakfast. His hair was becoming long and gross with his questionable shower schedule and his skin was sallowing. I mean, he had to be in his thirties, still, right? People usually did not age faster until their forties. Then again, chakra-based stress was an unknown factor of the world. Medical Ninjutsu would be basically impossible for my level of chakra. And I didn't really want to be a "helper" on the battlefield. I would want to be the one who made a difference - somewhere in the front lines or the middle-ish lines.
Oh, and by now, my sand was pretty part of me. No Shukaku puns intended. I just always had my sand. Always. I had made a pretty gourd, maybe like the one in canon-universe or not, out of sand that I had hardened. The cork for the gourd, however, was not sand. It was an old cork I had found in the attic. It didn't seem like a wine cork, since it wasn't at all softened by any alcoholic liquid. The cork was strong enough to hold back sand, just in case of a minor rampage. Then again, that wasn't such a grand idea, since I could use any kind of sand.
I haven't had any experiences with chakra - at least in its blue glowing form. I knew that something inside me was controlling the sand, but I had yet to see and reveal how to use my chakra for anything else. If I could. Did the tailed beast affect how and what forms my chakra could morph into? Naruto, I knew, had a very limited number of jutsu. Sure, there were so many different versions of the original, but that was that. A varied abridged of the original form. He rally only knew academy ninjutsu, wind control, rasengan, shadow clones, and toad stuff.
Lo and behold, the most powerful force of the Fourth Great Ninja War!
...Yeah. It would be quite depressing if I could only do basic cheap tricks and sand jutsu. Then again... weapons! I could learn how to use kunai and shuriken, maybe something badass like senbons that Haku used! But that would also mean training. My physical strength was abysmal. The training that I was currently undergoing was fun stuff, like making more complex shapes out of the sand.
I could make a spear pretty much out of essence.
Team Edward!
But that was more of a deterrent, a big and fat reminder that the whole world of homicidal ninja was true. Uncle Yashamaru might or might not attempt to assassinate me in the coming year or two, my father might or might not send his special ninja after me, and my brother and sister might or might not really dislike me. As in, hate (in a fearful way). I did not like that. Not one bit. Temari and Kankurou were supposed to be my family! I loved them to bits already, even though I probably should have never heard of them.
The Naruto-verse, I knew, was very cruel. I could look out the window of the room I mostly was confined in and count dismembered or somewhat disabled/injured people with numbers that extended much farther than all ten of my pudgy baby fingers. The inkling of doubt of becoming a ninja increased everyday.
Just let me take over and you will never feel pain ever again.
That was purely Shukaku's doing, I knew. I worried in the future, when the tanuki would be much more powerful and have more usurping thoughts.
What if you destroy the future and kill everybody?
That, I was unsure whose trail of thoughts was. Mine, or Shukaku's. The knowledge of the future was an almighty thing to uphold, and if even one little whisper slipped out...
What if I met a major character? How would I react? The main thing that I would have done, right then and there, would be to run away, hide in a secluded corner, and finally come out when the person was gone.
Please review! And tell me if I should continue, please!