Full Summary: A cosplayer was lovingly sent to the Narutoverse by the ever powerful Truck-kun. She, now he, could only despair at his choice of cosplay outfit now that he was the character itself. OC-turn-Obito!
Warning(s): Future slash, Isekai shenanigans, Disturbing themes, Killings/Murder, Child soldiers, Dimensional travel, Puns, Gender dysphoria, Body dysphoria, Dysphoria in general(?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, obviously.
Danger.
That was the first thought that registered in her half-conscious state. She didn't know why exactly she was jolted awake, but some kind of sixth sense in her screamed for her to move dammit move!
Not even questioning it, she rolled to her left - and just in the nick of time, too. A black paw, deadly and covered in wiry muscles, landed heavily on her recently vacated spot, causing dirt and grass to be dug and dust clouds to irritate her throat.
Her eyes warily trailed the fur-covered limb until she saw two rows of razor sharp, bloodstained fangs that were covered in an unnerving amount of saliva. She would've praised the graceful predator for its shiny black coat any other day. Now, however, she was too busy fearing for her life, her heart running a marathon.
She swallowed, throat and mouth dry, wary of making any sudden movements in fear that the fucking giant panther would jump at her.
The panther was, thankfully (or not, a small part of her whispered hysterically), too massive to fit into the entrance of the hollow hole she had childishly named Temp Home Base (THB). Its claws retracted as it dragged its powerful right paw out of her base, staring at her with hunger filled eyes. She could only see its snarling face and a quarter of its body from her position inside of the THB, ferocious enough to give her a heart attack.
"Good kitty... Good, good kitty... I'm pawsitive I'm nothing more than meat and bones, so, please, please spare me like a good kitty," She murmured in a faint warble, her left hand fingering one kunai she had - at one point of time somewhen - extracted from her thigh holster.
Said kitty must've understood that she was severely weakened and lacked the strength to defend herself (and took her words for 'itadakimasu') because it suddenly growled, muscles bunching. It was a split second, only a small amount of time, and her brain lovingly procured graphic images of her being torn to shreds and eaten whilst still alive as if to encourage her to do something.
Those purrfectly realistic images definitely didn't help. In fact, they did the opposite. Her whole frame trembled, refusing to cooperate even as her sight sharpened to an almost painful degree, watching with anticipated dread as the paw descended on her in slow motion.
Just as those sharpened claws brushed dangerously against the tip of her nose, cutting slightly into her skin, the world twisted. The body that she was currently (temporarily? Permanently?) residing in landed onto hard ground, limbs spread eagle, and destination unknown but out of the forest, everything looking far too dull and grey to be anywhere near woodland.
She, however, didn't care for all those tiny details.
The first thing she registered was that she was still feline alive. The next was the excruciating pain radiating from the back of her eyes and temples region. She dropped the kunai in favor of swiftly covering her eyes with her working palm, groaning pitifully as it did nothing to elevate the pounding in her head.
She felt herself crying, but it did little to soothe the dryness of her eyes. A small portion of her was yelling hysterically for her to fucking open them and ohgoddon'tstopmoving, frightened and skittish of the possible dangers the panther could still bring to her life, and closing her eyes would only reduce her chances of survival.
Another part of her, however, a bigger one, made her curl into a foetal position, trying to physically block out any light from entering her (hyper) sensitive organ of sight. It was torture. And she feared she had blinded herself temporarily from the feeling of warm blood leaking out from her eye sockets.
A detached part of her analyzed the cold facts of what had happened and told her that she had somehow activated Kamui. And that was both bad and good. The good part was that she was still alive thanks to it. The bad part was that she had probably overloaded the eyes with chakra in her panic state and ruptured the blood vessels, making the chakra pathway swell.
She had planned to practice these eyes, of course, but not like this. Recklessly. She still didn't know if this body contained Hashirama's cells, but she had a dreadful feeling that it didn't. There were no instances of heightened regeneration for one.
She gritted her teeth, blew out a frustrated breath, and uncurled this body, already the pain her entire right side was feeling had dulled to an endurable level. At least, she grimly thought, this body's pain tolerance was helping her somewhat.
With closed eyelids, she pawed the ground for the discarded kunai - all the whilst cataloging the difference between the grassy undertones and the smooth texture of this possibly Kamui dimension - and cried in triumph when her fingers wrapped around the hilt of the weapon. No matter how useless she was in a fight, being armed was better than being weaponless.
She fumbled slightly to reholster the kunai, only to nick her outer thighs twice before managing. With a grunt, she pushed herself to her feet and stumbled unsteadily until she was leaning heavily against a wall - or if this really was the Kamui dimension, an oversized grey cube.
As much as this body protested to her rough treatment, she ignored it to pace (it wasn't even her body, anyway. Why should she care about its comfort?). Pacing helped her think, and in this case, she could do not much but plan for all possible contingencies. Since she was out of danger, for now, she could relax marginally and allow herself some breathing space.
It was only after a few minutes did she try to lift her eyelids that were heavily crusted in dry blood. Blinking a couple of times to clear her vision, she squinted and hummed at the sights before her. She was, indeed, in the Kamui dimension. Grey cubes of various sizes were present everywhere, though it wasn't indefinitely. The horizons were cut off by walls of darkness, as if she was currently inside a giant cube that contained smaller cubes that acted as platforms.
It was... peculiar, to put it bluntly. And it tickled her desire to experiment. But she pushed those aside for now. She needed to prioritize.
First of all, she needed to know if she could activate the Mangekyō Sharingan whenever. And if she could, were there any side effects if done properly? It was a known fact to all Naruto fans that overuse would cause bleeding and blindness to occur, but would she simply leave it at that? Of course not. She added into her mental checkbox that overloading her eyes with chakra causes them to pound painfully and haemorrhage profusely as well.
There was also a considerable drain of chakra whenever Kakashi uses it, so she would be all the more careful not to overdo it lest she be deprived of chakra. Unlike him, she wasn't anywhere near Konoha, nor was she surrounded by allies and comrades who would help her as soon as she fell unconscious due to chakra exhaustion.
If - and this was a big if - the Mangekyō deterioration was present in this body, she would be forced to act in a way that would leave her morality and ethical side squirming in discomfort. However, she was first and foremost, a selfish person who would put herself before others. Besides, the Uchiha were plentiful. Capturing one or two alive for her own use won't hurt anyone, right?
But she shouldn't get ahead of herself. The chakra pathways in her eyes were far too raw for her to practice or even activate the Sharingan right now. So with that in mind, she slowly lowered herself to the ground and leaned back against one of the giant cubes. She stared at her left palm in semi-trance, using it as a focal point to meditate on the chakra in her abdomen.
The energy within her moved like an eager puppy. It coiled and danced through her pathways, leaving her skin tingling pleasantly, hyperaware of their presence and activity. She wished she had the foresight to gather leaves before retreating into the THB, but whatever. She would make do. That wasn't the only chakra control exercise available.
With concentration that left her sweating, she moved the chakra in this body to spin in a tight spiral. It was at first a jerky maneuvering, but with perseverance and time, she managed to smoothly manipulate the chakra so that they would cooperate enough for her to form chakra strings.
They were thick and crude and not at all refined like those Suna puppeteers she saw in the anime. But that was to be expected. She was a rookie, even if this body had years of fine-tuning, she was mentally still a beginner. She didn't know for how long she practiced, but it was not until her stomach made a noise of complaint did she stop.
She was wary (and with good reason to be) of leaving her safe haven, however. What if that apex predator was still lurking outside her THB, waiting for her to reappear? She doubted that it was that intelligent, but her fear made her irrationally paranoid.
She wished she had a training manual or something for the workings of the Kamui teleportation and intangibility abilities, but alas, nothing could ever be that easy for her.
Life was unfair and as it was unkind.
With a meticulous application, she guided a small amount of chakra to her eyes, wincing at the sharp throb of introducing it to the raw and swollen pathways.
The activation of the first stage of the Sharingan went as she expected. After a few seconds of nothing happening, she exhaled in relief. Her muscles, however, were tensed as she prepared to activate the second stage of this body's Kekkei Genkai, preparing herself for the knife piercing pain as she gently pushed more chakra into her eyes.
It was instantaneous.
Her vision had not only improved outstandingly, there were also weirdly distortions in the air everywhere. They were odd yet fascinating, but she didn't have time to study them carefully. The agony made her tear up, and she just knew she was crying bloody tears once again.
She instinctively pictured the river, and for a second, she feared her efforts were for naught. Thankfully, her world twirled and she landed outside the Kamui dimension by the river on her feet unsteadily, unused to the method of travel. She did, however, take notice within a span of a few seconds that one of the distortions near her had opened and swallowed her up.
It made sense - in a weird and illogical kind of way. That she was able to see space-time dimensional portals, that was.
As soon as she was made aware of the lack of a giant panther anywhere near her, she swiftly but gently tugged the chakra from her eyes and dropped to her knees, heaving in discomfort and mental exhaustion. Wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, she grimaced at the slimy texture of blood.
At least now she knows that she could activate the Mangekyō whenever.
With a sigh, he washed her hand, drank a few mouthfuls, and cleaned her face, feeling relief when the cold water numbed the pain albeit only slightly. When she wasn't wincing with every blink she took, she decided that it was enough to focus on getting brunch. She pulled out a kunai, and without even conscious effort, this body moved on autopilot. With a flick of her left wrist, the kunai sailed through the air and skewered two fishes in one go.
"Double kill," She gave a wobbly smile as she tried to distract herself from thoughts of how this body had been trained to kill since young.
She waddled into the waters to retrieve her kill before she started to clean them. She hummed as she worked to cook her dinner. This time, she didn't just spit out a fireball at the get-go. She painstakingly gathered dry twigs and used rocks to form a campfire.
With precise and dextrous fingers, she formed hand seals with only her working hand (benefits of being a die-hard Naruto fan) and breathed in deeply, her chest expanding as she spat, "Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu."
The fireball was utterly pathetic; not even a basketball in size. Maybe it could pretend to be a decent enough golf ball if she squinted hard enough and gave it the benefit of doubt. The pitiful excuse of a 'great' fireball, however, worked well enough to set the campfire alight.
After ten minutes or so of cooking the two fishes over the fire, she ate them with gusto, not minding the bland (and slightly blackened) flavor. Now that her stomach was sated, she decided it was time to experiment, uh, she meant practice, on the volunteers.
Catching those slimy aquatic creatures were more difficult than simply skewering them, but she managed after a few tries. She used her kunai to cut into one of the fishes' sides before holding it down with one knee, its gill semi-submerged into the waters to keep it alive. She then started to concentrate her chakra into her palm to extend it into the fish's body to try and heal it.
The result was quite... explosive.
She grimaced as she wiped the fish guts from her face.
"You have cod to be kidding me... Should've let minnow if you couldn't handle that much chakra." She huffed as she grabbed another flopping fish, "Don't worry, little buddy, I'll dolphinately do better this time."
The fish didn't agree with her by the way it flailed harder.
Rude.
It took her nine fishes before she succeeded in turning her chakra green. Seven more before they didn't explode. Five before their cuts started to heal (albeit at a snail's pace that caused the lot of them to die from blood loss). And three to close up their cuts entirely.
By then, she had already burnt through a small portion of her cigarettes. Oh, and it was already time for a late dinner.
She cleaned and skewered the fishes that were intact enough to cook over the campfire, before devouring them like a starved beast. Chakra manipulation and practice made her insanely hungry. Thank gods this body's reserves were big enough and its recovery rate good enough for her to be able to use them continuously without much worry for complete exhaustion.
Of course, she wasn't a genius or something as equally bullshite. This body was already a chuunin before she overrode it (and probably killed the original Obito whilst at it), so it was simply her getting used to it. Like one would get used to wearing a pair of newly bought stilettos - uncomfortable enough that it took some time to get used to walking in them without tripping badly, but familiar enough due to having previously worn another pair.
She wasn't confident that she would heal fast enough to travel to Konoha without getting eaten by a predator or killed by a wayward nukenin, thus the reason for her desire to learn the Mystic Palm Technique. And, to be completely honest, she was more comfortable at the thought of becoming a Medic-nin than a fighter. She had been a paramedic before all this had happened, after all.
And maybe, just maybe, it was because she didn't want this body to become too powerful lest she be tempted to continue those stupid thoughts of wanting the world to burn.
Damn Uchiha body...
After her meal, she gathered a bunch of small leaves to use for future chakra control exercises and a bush to cover the entrance of her THB. She would've entered Kamui to feel safer as she slept, but that would be a superfluous use of her eyes, pretty much unorthodox and excessive. Not to mention the risk of strain and deterioration.
With a wary gaze at the entrance, she huddled as far behind as possible inside the THB and raised her left hand. Concentrating on it though still keeping outward awareness, she manipulated her chakra into her palm and made it green. She then brought her palm to her right ankle and focused on healing it.
Mobility was the most crucial to her survival right now. Bruised organs and the use of her upper limb could wait.
She was sweating bullets by the end of the healing session. Even then, she had not managed to heal the bone completely, not wanting to risk more than half her chakra in case of an emergency was to occur. Although it was indeed enough to move around with slight discomfort.
A sigh later and she relaxed her muscles, her eyelids drooping in exhaustion. Hopefully, she would not be seeing that apex predator anytime soon.
A whole month was continued as such. Thank Jashin there was a lack of predators in her immediate area (that damn panther being a one-time occurrence). She hadn't used Kamui ever since (disregarding that one failed attempt at teleporting to Konoha) and was feeling much better now that the chakra coils surrounding her eyeballs were healed.
She manages her days wisely. Most of her time was spent on chakra control exercises, mastering the Sharingan, and rehabilitating the muscles of this body (though she was kinda ruining Obito's hard work with her bad habits. Not that she cared. This wasn't her body). Healing herself via the Mystique Palm Technique was done every night until she was as good as healthy as she could get.
The scarring, however, was unavoidable.
She would have liked to think of herself as someone who cared not about such superficial and shallow things... but that was impossible. She, just like any other women, cared about face (skincare was a common thing in the modern world. It was scientifically proven that the more good looking one was, the higher their chances of getting promoted). Men might've brushed these off and deem them worthy souvenirs - handsome and impressive even, but her? No. Just... No.
The scars weren't as grotesque as canon!Obito's, thankfully. They didn't pull or fold her skin downwards like his did, but they did cover the entire of the right side of her face, down to her neck, chest, and arm. They made her appear similar to a victim of a psychopathic pyromaniac with the obsession of burning people's skin off.
Think of Balalaika from Black Lagoon - real life (cosplay) edition.
Unlike that particular anime character, however, she wasn't confident enough to wear these scars with nonchalance pride, using it as an intimidation factor to make those below of her cower. No, she wanted to be pretty (she wanted to be a woman) but average enough to fade into the background and parade around unnoticed by the world.
When even healing chakra failed to stop the scarring, she immediately made plans to hide it from view. The less eye-catching she was the better. The fewer people that could remember her by the better.
(And if the main reason to cover it was that she was vain, that she was ashamed of her imperfections, that would be a secret.)
Despite the dislike of having hair fall into her face, she used chakra to grow out her bangs (thank you Jiraiya) to be used as a shield. It, however, has an unfortunate side effect of making her look like a younger version of Madara - what with the chin-length bangs that framed and covered the entire of her right face.
Thanks to that particular fact, she bluntly decided to keep the rest of her hair short (no need to give Madara any other reason to want her). Being a direct descendant[1] was a pain. Obito was also unfortunate enough to be cursed with Madara's talents and attractive looks.
Ah, with each passing day and every revelation, she began to loathe this body more and more. Not only was it male, it also has family problems and genetic disorders. She blamed inbreeding. And the world in general. Also Masashi Kishimoto.
She sneered and stomped on the puddle she was peering at with a vengeance, not wanting to look at how repulsive this body and face was. Why couldn't it be more feminine? Softer? More like hers?
With pursed lips, she reached for her cigarette case... only to remember that she had been out since the very first week.
Fuck.
Kneading the bridge of her nose, she sighed and decided to continue her journey. Oh, and avoid reflective surfaces from now on lest she loses control and starts destroying shite.
With an activated Sharingan, she jumped onto the tallest tree she could see and ran up its length, only stopping when she reached the highest point. She stood at its top with cat-like grace. This body's level of fitness, flexibility, and balance was definitely something she could have never achieved back in her world.
The forest seemed never-ending, but thanks to her eyes, she was able to spot a dense amount of chakra signatures just south-west from her. With chakra enhancing the muscles of her legs, she leaped down onto a sturdy branch and dashed through the treetops at an exhilarating speed that would make any athletes from her world burn with jealousy.
It was ten minutes into her travel did she arrive at her short-term destination; a small village. She was perched like a gargoyle on a random rooftop, watching the people as they moved and chatted with one another without a care in the world, their faces and body language showing that they were relaxed and unguarded.
She surmised that the war must've ended by how peaceful they were acting.
There didn't seem to be anybody with matured chakra reserves (or they hid it well enough, she notioned suspiciously) or wearing durable or shinobi clothing, so she assumes that there weren't any ninjas currently frolicking about. That made it easier for her to sneak into a few shops and blacksmiths to swipe a few sets of clothes and ninja equipment to replace her current one.
Again, she was a selfish creature so she didn't bother to feel guilty. Besides, she was doing the world a favor. Her current outfit (a month of using the same clothes) stank so badly that even skunks would be repulsed. As soon as she was done with her shopping, she re-entered the forest and immediately shrugged off her Obito cosplay.
She smiled as she put on her new outfit.
They were an ankle-length dark blue kimono with sleeves that were long enough to flow past her fingers and hide the armguards strapped around her forearms, dark pants underneath since she wasn't a flasher, socks, and a pair of knee-high combat boots. The scarf, as well as the kimono's sash, was a burnt orange in color.
The ninja pouches were hooked to the back of her sash (after she happily refilled them full of non-ninja shites. The right pouch contained many boxes of cigarettes, whilst the left pouch had tobacco for her newly acquired kiseru pipe) and the kunai holster was strapped to her right thigh, hidden behind the folds of her kimono. Her forehead protector, unlike Obito, was currently tied loosely around her neck, concealed by her scarf.
With a nod, she combed a hand through her spiky hair as she pocketed a storage scroll that contained another three sets of her current outfit. She decided that this would officially be her attire for an undetermined amount of time - or until she got the Konoha standard issued attire all chuunin and jounin were given.
She idly wondered if she could take the jounin exam upon her return and work at the hospital or retire from being a shinobi altogether.
Before she re-entered the small village, however, she spat out a fireball at her Obito cosplay outfit, watching with immense satisfaction as it crumbled to ashes. There was a legit reason, of course; and not because she was becoming a pyromaniac. It was to save the wildlife from dying from the stench of month old rags, obviously.
Whilst walking down the streets, she pick-pocketed a wallet from an arrogant looking arsehole as she made her way towards a dango shop she had previously spotted whilst searching for clothes, an unexpected craving for her who preferred bitter things.
As she settled herself inside the dango shop, her back against the wall and the entrance in full sight, she scanned the interior out of habit. People watching has always been her favorite past-time whenever she went out to eat with Riku.
... The remembrance of her absent best friend, however, made her chest tighten painfully, but she roughly pushed those memories aside when a waitress came over, a cheerful grin on her soft features. The waitress was quite the looker, which made her finger the ugly scar that was hidden behind her curtain of hair in a self-conscious manner.
"Irasshaimase!" The waitress welcomed with a polite bow.
"I'd like three sticks of an-dango, five sticks of mitarashi dango and another five of hanami dango, please." she gave the younger female a small smile (albeit strained if one looked closely enough) and stated her orders politely. She might have felt uncomfortable about being near someone who was clearly considered a beauty, but she wasn't uncurbed enough to show her discomfort.
"Certainly! I'll return within a few moments with your orders." The waitress gave another bow before skipping away, her pinkish cheeks and pouty lips making many of the male teenage customers stare at her with longing.
Ah, to be that young...
With a small amused smirk at the teenagers' love-sick gazes, she pulled out a box of cigarettes and lit up a stick, inhaling deeply like a drowning person. It instantly brought forth a wave of relaxing effects, her muscles loosening as she exhaled.
It didn't take long for the waitress to reappear with a tray in one hand and an ashtray in another.
"Thank you for waiting! Here are your orders; three an-dango, five mitarashi dango, and five hanami dango." The waitress retrieved three plates from her tray, a glass of water, and the ashtray and placed them in a neat line on the table, "That'll be a total of 245 ryō, please."
She handed the waitress the correct amount and nodded in thanks. The pretty waitress bowed once more before leaving when another person called for her.
She was half-way through her cigarette when a duo caught her attention. If she had not already exhaled all the smoke in her lungs, she would be choking on them right now. The only reaction she outwardly showed, however, was a blink of her eyes as she turned her head away as calmly as she could manage.
Why?
Oh, no particular reason. Just that Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame were the ones who entered the shop.
It seems her speculation on the timeline was wrong. Dead wrong indeed.
A/N:
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please let me hear your thoughts (o'ｕ≦o)
[1] In my headcanon, Obito is Madara's direct descendant. This idea is related to how Obito called Madara his "honorable forefather" once in the canon. And it just stuck. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯