Chapter 7 Strong Children and Uncontrollable Emotions


Quote 7: "It is easier to build strong children, than to repair broken men." -Frederick Douglass


Time Rule 7: Change isn't just possible, it is constant and ever present.

(Simply by traveling to the past, major events may never happen.)


Konoha was in chaos. Three days ago, the hospital had been breached and two patients were missing. The same day, the Uchiha Compound had been bombed, starting with the Clan Head's own house. The Hyuga Estates, too, had been hit, though as of now, there were no casualties. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the Uchiha. Mikoto Uchiha and Itachi Uchiha was MIA.

Fugaku Uchiha now stood some paces away from the remnants of his house, shrouded in a calm anger. He had a very base idea of where Mikoto would be, if she had been in the house when it was bombed, however, he knew Itachi wouldn't be with her, if she survived. His wife, ever the reluctant genius, had left behind a genjutu, depicting what had happened as she knew it.

It left the question: Who had taken his first born and how painful should he make their deaths? Fugaku was furious and as every Uchiha knew, it was not in one's best interest to be the focal point of that fury.

"What will you do, Uncle-sama?" A soft voice asked. Fugaku turned to his nephew, Shisui Uchiha. Since the awakening of his mangekyou sharingan a few weeks ago, Fugaku had kept him close. Shisui's sharingan had the potential to possess the most powerful sharingan in existence, since and even surpassing Madara.

"It is simple, we will follow Itachi's trail."

The seven-year-old genius blinked, baffled. "Trail?" Why hadn't he thought of that?

He nodded. "Yes. Itachi is very intelligent, he will have left a trail." He started at the remains of the Head house for a moment, before his uncle interrupted his planning.

"Uzumaki-san, what can I do for you?" The way Fugaku asked, it was easy to tell; he didn't much care for Kushina Uzumaki, his wife's best friend.

"Mm, Uchiha." She addressed him back, snidely. "You got any other Uchiha that can do what Mikoto does? Or does each person have a different dimension?"

"I am unaware, Uzumaki-san. As far as records go, Mikoto is the only Dimension Jumper, that isn't to say there won't be more in our line." Fugaku's answer, though respectful in words, was not in tone.

Kushina scrunched up her nose, making a displeased face. "Mm, I take it you're going after Itachi first?"

Fugaku nodded.

"Mm, well, good luck. Come find me, when you start looking for Mikoto, I'd like to help."

Fugaku studied the wild crimson-haired kunoichi, before deciding—no matter his adamant dislike for the woman—having the Nine-Tailed Fox Jinchuriki on his side would be useful. "Very well."

With a smug look and an air of victory, the hot-tempered kunoichi smirked and flounced off.

"She is strange." Shisui remarked. His uncle felt inclined to agree, on a level Shisui probably didn't understand yet.


Hinata bit her lip harder, closed her eyes tighter, and tensed her muscles more, determined to ignore the sound of Itachi's screaming; even as strong as he was, as smart as he was, the little Uchiha was still only four years old; and four years is no where near enough time to learn to endure torture.

Rin, at twelve, held much the same stance as Hinata. She'd been through much more than either of them (in active memory) and even she was unprepared for the unknown shinobi's brutality.

Hinata flinched and whimpered as another of Itachi's pained cries echoed through the dark metal chamber they'd been taken to by the mean shinobi with indigo chakra; Hinata really didn't like that shinobi.

What am I going to do?! She cried to herself. I can't just let them hurt him! Somehow, to her, this situation felt familiar. Someone she loved in pain. Being too weak to help. Crying to herself for the strength to help. It made her want to scream in frustration.

And with her growing frustration, too grew her anger. It started out light, a magenta, simply her anger, but against her will it grew. Grew like a raging beast from purple to red, then darker; rose, crimson, scarlet! Blood!

Before the eyes of everyone present, including the photographic crimson of Itachi's, Hinata exploded. Her pale purple chakra, now violent and red burst from her skin, so excessive and so hot it tore away the chakra limiters like useless slips of paper. Her chakra roared, and the very skin of her body tore of in shreds, shredded paper in the wind of her rage.

The small, dark-haired, four-year-old girl, with a sweet disposition, a kind heart, and strange broken Hyuga eyes turned into a miniature but still deadly version of Konoha's Nine-Tailed Fox Demon. Then, with the instincts of the animal whose chakra she'd stolen, Hinata went for the most dangerous first.


Yugito Nii hated being the jinchuriki for the Two-Tailed Demon Cat. The Cat, herself, wasn't bad, all she ever did was sleep, but the shinobi around her, her village, treated her like dirt, or worse. It made for a hard, lonely life, that added to the ridiculous training regime she was forced to go through from five in the morning to eight at night.

Yugito didn't see much light in life. She did have B, though. B was a high point in her life, being able to know another jinchuriki, even if he was weird, slightly insane, and six years older than her.

"Yo, Yugito-chan, whatcha thinkin' 'bout, un?!" Speaking of the weird, slightly insane, eighteen-year-old.

"Just thinking, B-san, and always with the rhymes? Don't they get old, or hard?" Yugito sat in front of her tent, set almost sixty paces from the nearest shinobi, in Kumokagure's war camp near the edge of the Fire Country.

B shrugged, a sloppy grin on his face. "Na, they don't get old or hard or cold. Just thinkin' ain't an answer, and you ain't much of a dancer."

Yugito sighed, shaking her head. "Whatever you say, B-san."

"You should quit callin' me 'B-san' and call me, B-kun!" The man set himself down on the ground in front of Yugito with a dramatic flourish. "We've known each other for years and shared a few tears!"

Yugito sighed, again, ready to comment, but to her surprise, her companion stirred in her sleep. The Cat, strange feeling and acting these past couple of days, had been restless in her sleep, and now she finally awoke.

Brat, what day is it and how close are you to Konohagakure? Yugito jerked in surprise, at that question, even more at her tone, and again more, at the Cat's sudden interest in Konoha, Kumo's enemy.

The Leaf is probably three days away. It's—

Yugito let off her thoughts as B jerked and cried out in surprise, just as the Cat yowled. KURAMA! GET YOUR CHAKRA AWAY FROM HER, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!

Yugito shared a wide-eyed look with B, but neither said anything, as chaos had broken out in camp; in the form of a small red creature, easily resembling the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon of the Leaf.

That made no sense though, the Nine-Tailed jinchuriki was at least twenty by now and had long red hair. This little thing couldn't have been that. Certainly not with the way she was tearing through the camp like a Tasmanian devil with a little black duck on the loose.


A/N: Sorry for the short update, I've been super busy. I hope you like, read, enjoy, review, follow, favorite. I have a question. At some point, Hinata is going to meet all her fellow jinchuriki (obviously). So my question is: should Gaara be born earlier, so he is her age, or should he be born later?

Also, friendly hint for those of you who might not have noticed: There seem to be a few holes in my plot, like how did Hinata revert to a four-year-old, or how come she suddenly can't talk to the Chakra Beasts now. Hint: Pay attention to the Time Rules, they give you a lot of answers. Hint 2: Wait! ;) Most of this will be explained in the story, when it comes. Everything's just chaos right now.