Ella – You have no idea how unbelievably happy your review made me! The whole point of this writing this fanfiction is for me to relieve some of my stress, so I made it lighthearted and I'm glad you can see that… As for minions, the whole world will one day be her oyster, but I'm just selecting a few key characters to be her team, so maybe I will consider Neji!
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Thank you all so much for your reviews and kind words, I'm currently starting this chapter 1.5 hours before my self-set deadline of 12am SGT, and I'm filled with inspiration!
Julia found herself back in her old hotel room, with million dollar items casually hanging off the couch and ceilings. A letter landed in her nap, addressed to Julia Teo, Hotel 416, Room opening the envelope, she caught a whiff of her usual personal perfume inside it. The letter said, Come back to us, Julia. You are in a coma, but we have the capability to bring you back. All you need to do, is to sign this letter, anywhere. Come back to us, your life can be taken back. Come back to us, Julia.
Back before all this started, Julia realized. Back, when she was just an American-Chinese, lost in her purpose of life, mindlessly stealing whatever she fancied. It was much more glamourous than her life as Kiseki, she observed, looking around the hotel room and noting the contrasts in standards.
But, Julia was reluctant to go back. She liked being Kiseki. Kiseki had friends, Kiseki had a promising future. Kiseki was her, and she was Kiseki.
It was time to move on, and to let go of Julia. Grabbing a kunai that materialized in her pocket, she slashed the letter in half.
I woke up with a start. That dream felt as if… as if I was experiencing a mental battle and finding my true self. What made it stranger was that, I never remembered my dreams in the past. It was always, sleep, wake up, live. Rinse and repeat. A wave of nostalgia washed over me, as I recalled my old room, with the little scratch in the corner of the door I always forgot to replace. The stuffed doll that had a right ear of a different colour. My Goosebumps series, all with little dog ears to mark where I last left off.
They are gone now, the little parts of the room that made it feel Julia. But I chose to be Kiseki, and I'm never going back.
Rubbing my eyes, I dragged myself out of bed, still feelings the bruises and tiny cuts from last night's expedition, and drew the curtains back. It was time to face reality again.
I packed my bag and weapons, and set out of the house with a full stomach and a happy Kaa-san who held my hand as we walked. "Kiseki, remember to do your best, okay? Tou-san and I are very proud of you for coming this far, and even though your grades are good in only half the subjects and bad for the other half, we are confident that you have the potential to become Rookie of the Year. Oh, the prestige!"
I grumpily nodded, internally promising myself to not succumb to peer pressure and do whatever the hell I want. I'm the master here, so I make the decisions.
My second year in the Academy passed by quite uneventfully, Aside from gaining a few more "followers", the only thing I did was to write out some of the books I read back in my old life, starting with Goosebumps. However, my writing ability had yet to be properly trained, and the only stories I could write were slightly creepy children's books, with illustrations that I paid someone to help me draw. Despite the initial unpopularity of such stories, my dark nursery rhymes quickly got picked up by the civilians, and several publishers approached me to write it out on scrolls, and help to promote it.
It was good that my future minions were becoming used to my dark humour. It would let them get used to my rule more easily.
One thing that I reminded myself to exploit however was the messages that I could instill in children at a young age. I taught them to fear the outside world, to not rebel their ruler. That betrayal would lead to death, and that the ninja were their saviours, like brave knights saving the damsels in distress.
I had no clue of the great impact I made on canon.
"Fugaku-sama, there are reports by civilians of possible traitors within the merchants, and several genjutsus being used on them without their consent. Three civilians in particular have reported the same symptoms. A migraine which lasts for a week and a large sum of money deposited in their house. This suspicious activity has occurred for the past year now, and has not stopped."
"Send a team to investigate, no shinobi is permitted to use genjutsu on a civilian for their own means as stated in Rule 116. Commence standard procedure.""Hai, Fugaku-sama."
Omake
What the fuck! Itachi internally screamed inside his head. He had once again walked into his otouto's room to find Sasuke once again fanboying over Kiseki, this time directed towards a daisy that he found earlier after training.
"Kiseki-chan loves me, Kiseki-chan loves me not, Kiseki-chan loves me, Kiseki-chan…"
Itachi was extremely disturbed and made his way out of his foolish brother's room as fast as he could.
"Kiseki-chan loves me, Kiseki-chan loves me…not? ITACHI! You obviously stole her from me once more! I counted the petals beforehand, you must have taken one! You will pay for this, Aniki!" the distinct sound of a shuriken being retrieved from the drawer was heard.
Itachi sped out of the compound as fast as he could, with an angry 6 year old chasing after him at an unbelievable speed. Goddamn Uchiha genes haxing the game, the older brother cursed.
~Chibi Neji X Chibi Kiseki~
Neji finished his duties at the Branch House, and slowly made his way back to his room and futon, fully intending to collapse into bed and wake up in a few years' time. As his hand closed around the doorknob, he heard a familiar voice outside and his heart skipped a beat.
"Yes, Hiashi-sama, I completely understand. Of course, I would be delighted to be shown around the compound."
"That is acceptable. I would send for my nephew Neji, but he has just gone through a tiring day and needs rest."
Suddenly energized, his hand whipped back so fast that he almost got whiplash and raced to the source of the conversation in alarm. This was his chance! Bursting through the door, he composed himself to look more submissive, so that Hiashi-sama would not be dissatisfied by his behavior.
"I have enough energy to carry out this duty, Uncle." Neji murmured. Nodding slightly with approval, Hiashi-sama turned back to Kiseki and said, "Well then, it seems that you will be shown around by Neji after all. Please, enjoy your walk."
Hiashi exited the room, leaving Kiseki alone with Neji and his furiously beating heart. Don't embarrass yourself, He reminded himself. Raising his head to look at Kiseki, he was struck dumb by her smile. Each tooth was pearly wide, and her hazel brown eyes shone bright with excitement. She reached out, and…took his hand?
Having his secret obsession being affectionate towards him was overwhelming and he felt a wave of red spread over his cheeks. Nervously smiling, he laced his fingers through hers and started talking. "This is the Branch House, where the branch members reside. Their facilities include…"
It was the best day of his life. Even though he could not stop blushing whenever Kiseki commented on his "lovely hair" or "good-looking genes." He stared at Kiseki in adoration throughout using his Byakugan eyes, feeling her soft hands grasp his tighter whenever they went down the stairs, her hair brush his shoulders occasionally, her footsteps syncing with his. At times like this, he felt like all was right in the world.
Kiseki thought he made a potentially excellent armrest.
I ran through the woods once again, the moonlight raining down on my face. It was invigorating, to say the least, to feel the wind rushing through my hair and the slight bounce of the tree branches under my feet. It seemed as if I was flying through the air, free to go at whatever speed I wished.
Stopping at the now familiar clearing, I observed the figure with a cane emerge from another exit, hobbling to the other end of the woods. The wind carried across whispers, some of which were meant for the ROOT Anbu, some which were not.
"Pawn…Uchiha unrest… coup… for Konoha… mission… Itachi… exterminate…" I wrote the words into my mind, trying to make sense of these words while watching Danzo check his surroundings for intruders, before returning back into the base.
Suddenly, he wind fell silent. The world was still. A few words ran through my head. Don't act on it. Don't act on it. Don't act on it. Don't act on what? I was confused and shook my head. Where was I? I ran back into the woods, wanting to get some sleep in my nice, comfortable bed.
Danzo's clone emerged once more. "Did we deter the intruder?" the clone asked. Stepping out of the shadows, Danzo smirked. "No one will interfere with our plans. She was merely an insignificant curious Genin that possessed only the basic abilities. There's no way that she can break out of my genjutsu." His sharingan spinned in his usually covered eye.
After all, only another Sharingan could break her out of it, and the Uchiha clan would be eliminated soon enough.
Omake
Despite his loyalty to me, Shikamaru was best friends with Choji, much to my despair. Who would I pair with for group work now?
"Get into pairs." Umino-sensei ordered.
My eyes ran over the class, purposely ignoring the waving arms of Cretin 1 who had jumped in front of my desk and kept repeating, "Can we pair up?" Hmm, pink haired girl…with Ino.
"I heard that! I'm not sure how I did but I thought I asked you to stop calling me that!"
Hmm…Kiba? No, he already paired up with someone else. Ino? Right, I forgot she was with pink girl. Alright, bug boy it is then.
"Shino!" I flashed a smile at the boy with the dark glasses. He turned around, surprised that someone wanted to pair up with him. Upon seeing that it was me, a pink tint covered the skin that had not been hidden by his collar. Making my way towards him, I reached out for his arm, dragging him to Umino-sensei to receive our assignment.
Cretin 1 stared after us, crestfallen. His arms hung limply by his sides, showcasing his extreme disappointment. However, his brooding expression only served to ignite the passions of the fangirls.
"Sasuke-kun, I don't mind pairing up with you!"
"Sasuke-kun, I love you!"
"Sasuke-kunnnn!" They chorused for the millionth time this year.
Cretin 1 ended up pairing up with a fangirl, and his terrified face was recorded into my memory for eternity. Perhaps I could use this as incentive for Itachi to train me, I mused to myself from the seat next to Shino.
Hey guys! That's right, the Uchiha Massacre will still happen next year, even with Kiseki's intervention! This goes to show that despite her changing of canon, some things are fated to happen.
If you could spare some time for little old me, please review what you think about this story so far! All your comments and imaginative minds make me really happy, and inspires me to continue writing! As I said in the previous chapter, I am really determined to finish this story, no matter how short the chapter will be. Thank you everyone for your support in reading this fanfic, and I'll see you tomorrow~
Question of the Chapter: Which character in Naruto are you suited to cosplay the most?
Answer of the Previous Chapter: Definitely ShikaSaku! After all, that's what I based most of my stories off on, lol \\(o.o)
Kiseki Love Interest's Poll:
Anyone other than Neji or Sasuke(+1)
Shikamaru : 2(+1)
