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Branded Lunacy: Thank you so much for reviewing again! And yes, in chapter two I did make a little reference to Hiyaku's desire for pretty women to love her hahaha. But she is, in fact, very bisexual. As for 'steamy romances'… I'm not so sure about 'steamy', but there are going to be relationships in this story, past and present, canon and wtf. I love Beta Couples more than any main pairing most of the time anyway, and Hiyaku will definitely not be looking for anyone until she is in her later teens and especially until they are eighteen. As you can see in her interactions with Kou, there is too great a power imbalance between Hiyaku and normal people, which means her partner would either have to be much older than her or mentally mature enough for her to trust them to hold themselves up in the relationship, considering she is a very dominant person.
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Kankananime123: Ahah, Shisui did not feature much in this chapter, but he is beginning to show in prominence the more we go on. Hiyaku's letting Kou be her proxy on this matter, which should show how much she trusts him haha. And Kou is precious and must be protected. All in favour of a Kou protection squad say 'aye.'
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My slight meltdown aside, I did take a few titbits away from my visit to the library. 'Titbits' being multiple scrolls and books, which were stuffed under my bed. Their subject matter ranged from 'Tenketsu and their Location', 'Intermediate Chakra Control Exercises', to one that personally interested me, 'Hyuuga Economic Investments'. I'd only managed to begin the first when Toshiie knocked, still rubbing my red eyes. He looked down at me, and my chaotic surroundings, and wordlessly began cleaning up, placing all in their appropriate place.
He opened his arms and I stumbled into them, nuzzling his shoulder. I was going to be too old to be held soon, and while the independence would be welcome, the affection would be missed.
"Dinner, Hiyaku-chan?" He asked softly. I hummed an affirmative, letting my eyelids droop. As a member of the Branch Family, regardless of who I was related to, I was not given the privilege of eating in the dining hall. No, rather, Toshiie, the handful of Branch members left and myself all shared a kitchen, with multiple tables spread across the one room.
I didn't mind though; it was more homely.
"What's for dinner?" I mumbled, being placed on my zabuton.
"Noodles or rice?" He called from the counter.
"Noodles!" I was sick of rice before I died, now it was both inevitable and a nightmare.
I'd never tell her, but Toshiie was such a better cook than my mother, which inadvertently had begun my ramen addiction. Maybe it was because I'd never had home cooked ramen before, or maybe it was because the series was named after a noodle dish, but ramen in the Naruto universe was infinitely better than anything I'd ever tasted in the before. Teuchi went to the top of my 'Manipulate into Being Best Friends' list.
"How did your training go today?" He asked, setting down both of our dishes. "I hope Hiashi-sama wasn't too scared of you," he added with a sly grin.
I returned the gesture as I slurped the broth loudly. "Don't worry, Hiashi-oji is fine." I licked my lips, desperately searching for more in the empty bowl. "How was the shop, Toshiie-oji?" My godfather's smile tightened. "Can I come tomorrow?" I persisted.
"If Hiashi-sama says you can," he agreed after a moment. "But bring your books. I don't want you to be bored all day."
I scoffed. "Not boring, Toshiie-oji." He was simply normal—compared to the other Hyuuga, he was practically Maito Gai.
He ruffled my hair, but did not respond. I huffed and crossed my arms, but still he did not yield, calmly and slowly chewing his noodles. When I tugged his sleeve, all he said was, "I am old, Hiyaku-chan, you need to give an old man time to eat." I groaned and slumped against his side, defeated. "Why don't you tell me a story? Your Tousan told you to remember some for him, didn't he?"
I nodded thoughtfully, staring at the dimming daylight outside. I could become an author in this world if I plagiarised everything I'd read in the before. Or even better, I could create cults. "Little people inside girl," I started. "Little people called, Happy, Sad, Mad, Scaredy-Cat and Grossed Out." I couldn't say their real names, since the words were a little advanced, even for me, but the basic premise could remain. "They live in Riri—she really old; older than Obito-onii!" I exclaimed, stretching out my arms as far as they could go. Toshiie chuckled and pulled me onto his lap, dinner forgotten. I continued my tale with equal gusto, and only felt further encouraged when I sensed multiple other Hyuuga listening through closed doors.
I hadn't meant to distract Toshiie from his dinner though; he'd barely eaten a third of the bowl before bedtime, drowning it in the sink.
That night I'd continued reading, and for every incorrect fact about human biology, I struck a line through and dotted something along the lines of being more accurate, often having to strike through my a's and b's and replace them with ka's and ba's. Biology was the only science I'd ever really excelled at in school—English, law and economics were more my forte.
And, well, Japanese obviously.
The next day, I'd decided my chakra control would be put to the ultimate test.
Sneaking into Hiashi's room.
I suppressed my chakra, directing it to my extremities and spreading it thinly, detracting from my core. Reading on chakra theory, I'd begun wondering if being reincarnated had contributed to my large reserves, which had begun expanding exponentially since I started training. Hypothetically, if this body had housed two souls at some point, then my yin chakra would hypothetically expand to withstand the pressure, and to keep the balance, my yang would try and keep up and also grow. My uncle and grandfather approved of course, but it wasn't exactly normal for a two year old to have as much chakra as an average ten year old. Then again, if I simply played myself off as a prodigy, I could get away with almost everything, as was per course for Orochimaru and Kakashi.
I blinked; this was my normal now?
Of course, when I'd eventually pounced onto Hiashi's stomach, the man caught me before impact. I grunted—that was immensely unsatisfying. He opened a single eye, lavender pupil caught between narrowing in irritation and dilating affectionately.
"Oji! You're meant to be asleep!" I hissed.
"You were too loud, little one," he mumbled. "I don't understand," he added more to himself. "Children are meant to wake late, later than this." He let me fall against him with a soft thud. "I am pleased to see you do indeed 'know all that chakra stuff.' A Hyuuga does not boast," I went to headbutt him, but he continued, "they simply state facts."
Ohohoho, what a fucking cocky bastard. I like cocky more than arrogant though.
"Ojisan, go with Toshiie-oji today." My uncle's other eyelid flickered open and he sighed, and I persisted before he had a chance to object. "Please? Train when home." He took a breath as he considered; mistake. "Kou come too?"
Hiashi exhaled and shot me a look that I could only decipher to mean, 'why do you do this to me?' I inherited my mother's stubbornness however, and sat atop his chest with a glare probably matching Hiashi's own. The Hyuuga heir held my gaze for a good minute, before closing his eyes and leaning back.
"I'll tell Ojiisama you took me to Uchiha-obaasan."
Hiashi groaned loudly, smacking my arm lightly. He had many regrets in life, and I believe I was quickly becoming one of them.
"Ask your grandfather."
Victory.
I treated my grandfather's door with more respect, and pattered inside quietly. Unlike my good-for-nothing uncle however, Hiroshi was already awake and at his desk with his legs crossed. I fidgeted in place for a long moment
"Good morning, Ojiisama," I greeted softly, bowing. He turned and faced me, and his expression softened.
"Ah, Hiyaku-chan, good morning. I didn't notice you were there." High praise, I realised. "Come child," he gestured to his lap, "I am old and do not hear well." I crawled into his arms
"Ojiisama, can I go with Toshiie-oji today?" I knew my grandfather had a soft spot for my godfather, and I exploited it as much as I damn well could. "He said he'd help me with my numbers." I also knew that despite my grandfather being a hardass, he also couldn't refuse me when I hugged him. Hiashi told me as such when he bought me the kimono I'd expressed interest in in passing. I wore it only on special occasions however, since I couldn't bring myself to ruin it.
So, I supposed there were perks of being the first grandchild and product of his favourite child (Haruhi, for those somehow unaware).
Hiroshi pretends to think on it, and I force my eyes to grow wider to speed up the process. He strokes my hair and nods. "You can go, but I do expect you to be back for training by sundown."
"Can Kou come too?" I asked hopefully, but it turns into a pout when he shakes his head.
"Kou-kun will be starting the Academy in a matter of weeks. As a member of the Main Family, he must be ready to perform to the best of his abilities—he is our first representative in years."
I sighed and pouted harder. "Haven't seen Kou in forever," I grumbled. "Will he train with me today?" My grandfather was quick to nod, not wanting me to change my conditions further. I squealed and kissed him on the cheek, proclaiming him the best grandfather ever before sauntering my way out, giving Hiashi a wicked smile when we met eyes.
As he shut the door behind him, I heard him say, "Is she too much for you to handle, Otousama?" It sounded almost concerned if you disregarded the muffled snigger at the end.
Hiroshi chortles. "Hiashi, if you only saw yourself when you were her age."
Hiashi: nil, Hiyaku: infinity.
The store was silent aside from my babbling. Toshiie paid attention to my ramblings, but his gaze flitted to the door more often than not. I glared at it myself, willing a famished Akimichi to lumber through the door and buy his entire stock. I sat on the counter, books open and ready to be ruined (or as I still affirm, improved) by my additions. I asked Toshiie questions about basic history and shinobi I didn't already know or were unsure of, and though he obviously answered the short of it, it was still immensely helpful.
"Toshiie-oji, what's it like to have a bus—have a, bisne—" It wasn't exactly a word I needed to say in Japanese often.
"Business?" He finished for me, and I scowled at my inadequacy but nodded. "Well, you have to know a lot about numbers…"
Two hours later and I now had a much more practical, useable knowledge on the economics of Konoha, and the Land of Fire as a whole. I ponder on the stability of their current system however.
"So, everyone uses ryo?" I persisted, and Toshiie is only mildly surprised I wanted to pursue the matter further. I'd always been a strange child, interested in equally strange conversation topics.
"Mm, yes I believe so. I've never been outside the Land of Fire but aside from some small villages, everyone uses ryo."
"But, what do they use then?" I pursed my lips together, now even more confused.
"Usually, they give each other things for things they want," he explained and I internally groaned; so much of my life was going to be wasted because rather than saying 'barter,' Toshiie was my one sensible relative and actually explained unfamiliar words. "Or, they give people like us, from bigger places shiny things." I already dreaded school.
"But aren't we mad at the other villages?" Using the same currency in wartime could have some advantages, admittedly. Less chance of being rejected by merchants if there was no trouble of converting coin. No need to worry about inflation between nations, and keeps business at a relatively equal playing field. I didn't give my godfather a chance to answer since I hurried on with my next query. "So, how'd we get ryo?"
"Excuse me?"
I must've confused him, I thought. Altering your sentences to forget key components was much harder than it seemed. In English you could leave out every second word, while in Japanese, verbs needed to be changed, your keigo had to not correspond with who you were talking to etcetera, etcetera.
"If we're mad at everyone else, how'd we agree on ryo?"
Toshiie stopped sweeping, his attention now completely fixated on me. I thought I'd broken him for a moment, as he did not reply. A sheen crossed his eyes, and for a moment they glowed. However, this moment passed and he was left glassy eyed and with a thousand yard stare. Maybe he was figuring out how to dumb it down for me. Yeah, that does sound pretty reasonable, doesn't it?
But then he said,
"I... don't know." He shook his head, massaging his temple. "Sorry dear, you'll have to ask someone a little smarter than this old man." I rushed to deny any such thing—because Toshiie was smart in the real way—but he flicked my nose, sending me falling back. "No need to humour me, Hiyaku-chan, now return to your studies," was all he said, returning to his sweeping.
A silence fell between us and I fretted, thinking I'd upset him. Toshiie was one of the few I had truly attached myself too and saw as a person, rather than a character (something yet to be accomplished with my other family members). Maybe it was because he had no bearing on the plot, but I felt much safer and less likely to cause an early Ragnarok when it was him holding my hand.
I respected his wishes and continued writing, focusing mostly on the memorisation of tenketsu points. The theory of the Gentle Fist frustrated me to no end. I understood precision is a desirable trait, and the elegance of the technique partially fuels its legend, but still. Why such a stigma towards anything not traditional if it still works? In a shinobi's world, practicality should come first.
A customer entered while I was in the process of directing chakra to my hands. Toshiie was cleaning out back, so I absentmindedly greeted them as I squinted down at my fingers—I could feel chakra pooling there, so why couldn't I see it?
"Excuse me?" The woman's voice was no more than a whisper, but I was startled regardless. "Oh sorry, did I scare you, sweetie?" She was a middle-aged woman, thin brown hair pulled back in a tight bun and eyes a dull green.
"Welcome," I greeted again, this time more forcefully. "Do ya need something, Obasan?"
The woman glanced about, shifting her weight from her left to right foot frequently. "Is your Otousan here, sweetie?"
It was a cold day, maybe she was taking refuge from the gale blowing outside. "Nope," I replied, returning to my books. She could call Toshiie if she wanted something.
"Oh." She fell quiet after that and began circling the store, running her fingers along some items.
Some minutes passed and I rose my head to find her scuttling to the doorway, arms tucked in her sleeves. I frowned, and hopped off the counter. "Obasan?" She froze, and pivoted to face me, smile crooked. I didn't say more, but skipped to the door and shut it with a clang. "Toshiie-oji!" I called cheerily. "You're in trouble." I sang, and the woman's crooked smile morphed into a snarl.
"Little tattletale, aren't you?" She rose her hand to me and swung down with considerable force. My breath hitched, and her face was replaced by another.
"Just shut up!"
For all my bravado, my experience in battle and bloodshed, I still cannot stand against a woman's open palm.
Then, the woman was on the floor, and Toshiie loomed over her, face thunderous and forehead bleeding. She pled excuses as to why she stole—her children were starving; her husband was at war; ninja have everything. I expected Toshiie to be sympathetic, instead he picked up his goods and began stacking them into their proper places.
"If you'd asked before you assaulted my goddaughter and Hyuuga-sama's granddaughter, perhaps I would've given these to you willingly," he said; calmly and slowly enough to be truly terrifying. The woman gulped and brushed off her clothing before darting out. Once she had left, he beckoned me. I guiltily shuffled to him, face down and cheek red. "That was very silly, Hiyaku-chan," he chided. "Call me whenever someone comes in, okay? We can't have anything happening to you, can we?"
So, I may've been pampered and gotten my way so often to the point of arrogance.
"No, Toshiie-oji," I conceded sullenly.
I scuffed my sandals against the floorboards, feeling very ashamed and frankly, humiliated. Physical age notwithstanding, it was a different sort of childish to rely on your family to fight your battles for you. My snivelling was pathetic enough for him to take pity, and he cupped my cheek.
"There, there love. I'm not mad at you." The way he enunciated you though was enough to tell me he was mad at something. "How about I get cleaned up and we go back home?"
I nodded, ashamedly.
Hiroshi and Kou were in the dojo, as I suspected. When Toshiie and I entered, both bowing, the boy had already run to pick me up.
"Hiyaku-chan!"
It dawned on me I hadn't been apart from Kou in such a long time that a mere two days was enough for me to miss him. Hiroshi scolded him, but trailed off as Toshiie chuckled and ruffled his hair. I'd never seen my grandfather stop mid scold for anyone. I broke from my utter awe and poked the boy's cheek roughly.
"Kou," I released an elongated whine, just as a bratty little sister should. "Put me down!"
He did, but Hiroshi took the chance to become task-master as well.
"Hiyaku-chan, have you been training?" He asked, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Hiashi would've told him everything already. "Yes? Well, let's see about that." He gestured to Kou and I groaned. Already encouraging the class difference, eh?
"Yes, Ojiisan." I bow to him, then to Toshiie. "Thank you for today, Toshiie-oji." But Toshiie is beckoned by my grandfather and he took a seat beside him at the side of the room.
Is he—is he being smug?!
I requested time for warm ups, which I believed was part of my evaluation, since Hiroshi granted permission with a small smile. Kou bounced on his heels, any measure of composure lost with my arrival. I wanted to keep his excitable nature, though I'm sure the Main family would have something to say about that.
"Are you ready, Hiyaku-chan?"
Kou's expression flattened and grew serious. I nodded, and we bowed to one another in a show of respect. I had never been in a proper spar before, since I knew my father and uncle were obviously taking it easy on me. When my grandfather signalled to begin, I knew I wouldn't last long.
Kou was far stronger than me, though our age difference may be a factor in that. He had more experience and training than me and honestly, I think he was a prodigy. So, when he activated his Byakugan (which was fucking unfair alright?) and lunged forward I didn't have any doubt he'd hit the right spot. My fight or flight mechanism was rather dulled in this universe, which was honestly concerning. No wonder children died if their bodies didn't tell them to run. So, it was instinctive to fall on all fours; I felt his fingertips grazing my scalp and shuddered. I did not plan on even trying to win—the pressure it would put on Kou was not worth the thrill—but I couldn't get my ass handed to me either.
He had the advantage of the Byakugan, but I was older, if only mentally. I flicked my wrist upwards to break his concentration, and thus, his chakra flow. I seized the opportunity to get back on both feet again and hopped back. The Byakugan had a blind spot, which I remembered very well because they wouldn't shut up about it the entire time Neji and Naruto fought. But it wouldn't do if they thought I fluked.
So, for what seemed an eternity, I danced around him, seemingly judging his reaction time at each position. Predictably, the nape of his neck was far slower, and I began to focus my attack there. Some time after my grandfather huffed with approval (I couldn't do so immediately because that would be suspicious), I let Kou spin and catch my hand, and I came tumbling to the ground in a crumpled heap.
"That is enough." Hiroshi held up a hand and Kou's expression cracked. He crouched down to me and cupped my face, hurriedly asking if I was alright. I giggled and booped his nose. "You have both made improvements," he said slowly. "But considering your injury, Hiyaku-chan, I think this is acceptable."
I beamed and scrambled to my feet, wobbling over to him and Toshiie, who bore a thoughtful smile, Kou following. My legs felt like jelly, and my arms weren't much better. "Ne, Ojiisan, tell Oji I did good." Hiroshi suppresses a smirk. Hiashi could take that, the bastard. "Toshiie-oji, did you see me?!" Because damn, I demanded more recognition than 'acceptable.'
"Yes, I did. You and Kou-kun are doing very well. I never would've guessed," he teased, and I giggled again. Toshiie had that effect on me. I fell against his leg.
So did exercise, apparently.
"Hiyaku-chan's tired," Kou informs them, pulling me against him. "Can I tuck her in, Toshiie-oji?" I shook my head—the sun's out so my guns are still out.
"I'm fine," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. It helped, and the blur faded slightly. "Ojiisan, can we have lunch?"
"I suppose you've earned it." He smiled wolfishly and all I see is my father. Toshiie made to exit and fetch us our meal, but Hiroshi would not hear of it. "Please, Toshiie, join us."
I put my hand to my forehead to prevent my eyebrows from floating off my head.
And so, that's how Hiashi walked into the dining hall that afternoon to Hiroshi, Kou, Toshiie and myself sipping tea (how refined I could be when I wanted to, my grandfather noted dryly) and chattering aimlessly. We'd even fetched our own refreshments, which I think was because Toshiie felt awkward ordering his own clansmen around (wow what a completely normal decent person thing to do?! Must be a phase).
"Ne, Ojiisan, can I ask you something?" A query from earlier that day resurfaced. At an inclination of his head I continued (Hiroshi liked to consider himself a worldly man). "Why do we use ryo?"
"Well, it's how we acquire goods and—"
"No!" I whined petulantly; a privilege I knew. "Like, we. Everyone." I extended my arms wide, hoping he'd understand. I didn't want to risk accidentally saying a word I shouldn't know—or one that doesn't exist.
Because fuck, I was still confused by the presence of katakana—where were these loan words coming from?!
My grandfather's expression froze, much like Toshiie's had when I'd asked. "Well," he looked up to see Hiashi and gestured to me. "I'm sure your uncle can explain far better than me."
Hiashi took one look at my smiling face, laughed and left the room.
I activated my Byakugan on my third birthday. My grandfather called it an achievement, however there was no denying it was my emotion, rather than skill that released it.
I woke up drearily that day, since I, for lack of a better word, hated my birthday. It was nothing but lingering memories of the before, but even now I still feel uneasy whenever the date inches closer on our calendar.
Toshiie, bless his soul, greeted me as soon as I emerged, scooping me up into his arms. "Happy birthday my princess!" He coos and I shriek with laughter, partially because I was happy but also because to disappoint my godfather in any way shape or form was a crime against humanity. His cheeks are stained with flour, and I smack my hands against them, making nice little handprints. He wiped his sleeve and carried me to our little dining table, where the other Branch Members gathered. They were mostly old folk, but a few civilians joined them also. They part to reveal a cake, which while was clearly made by Toshiie, the decoration was a team effort.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed loudly, gasping. It was an effort to act, but I also didn't have the pleasure of my mother or father's company.
They'd never done this before, I realised.
I disguise a sob as another shriek of joy and rush to the baked treat. "Have now?!" Because it was still a tasty looking cake.
An elderly lady who I'd never learned the name of (I tended to resort to calling people grandma or grandpa) pet me fondly. "Ohoho, soon dear. Hyuuga-sama has requested us join him and your uncle to celebrate. We will be eating it there this evening."
"But we couldn't not show you," another man piped up, fingers coated in red icing.
He drew the loveheart then, I supposed.
"Do you like it? I'm sorry we can't buy you anything else, Hiyaku-chan," Toshiie said, morose leaking into his tone.
I shook my head wildly. "Don't want nothin' else!" I declared and a few 'aws' were heard.
I counted my lucky stars to be granted such an honour as dining with the Main Family, even if I was their direct relation. "Hiyaku-hime," Hiroshi beckoned me, and I felt unsettled; when was the last time he called me that?
My grandfather, of course, requested the Branch Family's presence to serve us, which I disliked immensely. Toshiie rushed here and back, placing down cups and small platters of food. Unlike most, I used my manners and said thank you to every dish put in front of me, when I was barred from getting my own food. I also knew most did not desire me in this hall. Their eyes followed my hands, my eyes, the way my kimono sleeve occasionally dipped into my sauce. The Elders watched everyone from the back of the hall, eating quietly and murmuring words to one another every now and then. Civilian Hyuuga were the worst Hyuuga, I decided.
"Such a shame, Hyuuga-sama paid so much for that kimono too. How ungrateful of her," a woman whispered to her husband. I identified her as Kimiko and her husband, Daichi. Both were successful merchants and brought the Hyuuga vast wealth through their (probably illicit if we're being real here) trade. I expected a body on our doorstep anytime.
Hiroshi did not comment if he did not hear, and instead remarked on how well the tea was brewed. Hiashi agreed solemnly. I ate silently and miserably, only comforted by Kou seated by my side. I heard the way they spoke about us. Potential marriage, they said. Who else is there? They asked the air, as if it would condone them speaking of a child as if they were a piece of meat.
Then again, as I learn time and time again, they'll say anything.
As our mains are carted out to us, Hiroshi stands, and all gossiping ceases. "Of course, you know I have gathered us here today to celebrate the birth of one of the Hyuuga's brightest, as well as its future."
"That's you," Kou whispers obnoxiously and I force an excited grin through my cringe.
"However, I also have another announcement to make. Hiyaku-hime, is, as you know, my granddaughter. My only grandchild." He shot Hiashi a withering look, and the proud man wilted slightly. He paused and for only a split second he wore the sort of shit eating grin I lived for. "Which is why I am declaring her a potential heir to the Hyuuga Clan."
As expected, there was a chorus of disapproval. Hiashi started and he locked eyes with me, as if asking "Did you know this?!" I shrugged, nonplussed really. Hinata would be born in a few years anyway and the Hyuuga could freak out then. In the meantime, I'd just reap the short term benefits of being 'special' (coughluckycough).
Hinata…funny, I'd not really thought about her. I was rather indifferent to Hinata as a character, though I already knew I wasn't going to approve of her dalliance with Naruto. Everyone in that situation deserved better. She had such potential, but like most of Kishimoto's heroines, she didn't really get a chance to shine.
But then Himawari. My light. My sunshine. Ninety percent of the reason I ever bothered watching Boruto.
Would it be alright to let nature take its course then? Because being a badass auntie to Himawari sounded amazing.
But then I'd be a shit cousin?!
I resolved to just not think about it for another decade or so.
Dinner was rather chaotic after that, and I simply sat by my family and watched the clan argue among themselves. Toshiie had squeezed in beside me at one stage, making sure I wasn't too overwhelmed, and I pet his cheek in thanks.
"I would be very happy if you became a part of the Main Family, Hiyaku-chan," he said softly, stroking my forehead. "I'm sure your parents would agree."
They would, and that's the worst part. Even if somehow, I was given the title of heiress, I would gladly throw it away. It was clearly possible to lose the title if there was another contender, so I'd simply become such a failure Kou could become heir instead. I was just grateful there were no Branch Family members to brand, and I hoped they would not need to be when the war finished.
Perfect, completely long-sighted planning.
But, this entry was about my Byakugan, wasn't it? Not silly, probably-should've-paid-more-attention-to clan politics.
Toshiie and I were the last Branch (was I still a Branch member? Was Hiroshi waiting to ask Hizashi's consent? God the man was vague) members to leave, and since our cake had remained untouched we worked together to carry over it and my presents (Hiroshi had spoilt me, for lack of a better word).
We were crossing the boundary between the Main and Branch Houses when Kimiko emerges from the shadows. Her eyes fell on us and her disdain was clear. I felt her chakra spike dangerously and take a step back instantly.
"Hiyaku-hime," she gritted, spitting out the title. If I ever did hold any sway in the clan, I'd gladly brand her. She didn't acknowledge Toshiie, and I took that as our cue to leave. However, she continued to speak and I internally groaned. "Aren't you excited to be named heiress, Hiyaku-hime?" She pressed.
"Potential," I snapped in reply, subconsciously realising I shouldn't be so aware of conversational nuances at my age.
"Such a temper so young," she chuckled darkly, and I tugged Toshiie's wrist. He acquiesced but we were halted by Daichi this time. "Toshiie, Daichi and I were thinking we should take custody of Hiyaku-hime."
"No." Blunt, plain, just like him. "I am her godfather, no political scheme vetoes that, Kimiko-san."
Which was true in shinobi society. To be given the role of godparent was an honour to not be taken early among ninja, because it was not a question of if but when they'd take custody of the child. Even the early Hokage declared a godparent's legal rights supreme, though in vaguer terms than the current law.
One of the few decisions in Konoha policy I was pleased with.
I think they were taken aback by his 'insubordinate' behaviour as well, since Daichi glowered red. "Is that an accusation, Toshiie?"
Kimiko piped up also. "The Elders support her being taken into our fold. Our."
I pursed my lips. Rude.
"Is that a threat, Daichi-san?" Toshiie's tone was smoother, now recognising their position and I was brought quickly into his kimono.
Who was he to think the Hyuuga were going to follow village law?
Daichi laughed. "Come now Toshiie, like I would lower myself to your level." He spat, and Toshiie's expression crumpled.
I had remained quiet thus far, but my patience wore thin. "Daichi-san, can we just go? I'm tired," I yawned loudly, snuggling into Toshiie. The two Main members blinked down at me, having forgotten my presence in this very largely me orientated conversation.
Daichi was a much better actor than his wife (or maybe he liked children, since Kimiko was infertile herself) and smiled. "Why don't you run along to bed so we can talk to Toshiie a little more? Soon, you'll get a bigger bed, and a bigger room," he promises. He places a hand on my shoulder and I could feel my godfather's murderous intent raise rapidly. Kimiko's hands came together.
It was a rookie mistake, and I then knew how Neji felt kneeling over Hizashi.
Except I would not kneel.
Lip trembling, I looked up at the woman with renewed fear and utter repulsion. She knelt to my level, daring to smile still. She poked my forehead. "This is why you want to stay with us, Hiyaku-hi—"
A pulse and I'd aimed for her fingertips, which was considerably easy, considering my hand's size. She was trained, but not a shinobi and screamed bloody murder. Daichi was calm, considering, but he'd advanced towards me before other Hyuuga began to rush into the area. I did not stop my guard over Toshiie until Hiashi himself appeared, and connecting the dots quickly, released what little hold the seal still had on him. I turned to him and he regarded me with measured surprise.
"He's stronger than them," I remarked to him quietly. He nodded silently before barking orders. "Is he okay?" I then mumbled, gazing down at the now unconscious man. I wouldn't give him my pity; he'd not let any noise escape his lips when the curse was activated. That was something not even Hizashi managed.
He was above pity.
My vision was blurred as the effects of the Byakugan faded and Hiashi brought me into his side for support. "Your father's going to murder me," he mumbled into my hair. I think he must've thought he'd broken me due to my lack of expression. My first taste of battle and now I would raze the village to the ground.
Funny, that is how Itachi started out, isn't it?
"Is Ojii gonna mu-der Kimiko-san?" I asked pleasantly, and Hiashi glanced to the now surrounded woman just as a roar was heard.
"I think so," he replied inaudibly, though I heard all the same.
I spend my birthday's night beside Toshiie, gripping his hand in both of mine.
The incident was (and still is) covered in layers of Hyuuga secrecy, and Kimiko and Daichi were sent to a neighbouring village for 'economic purposes.'
Toshiie didn't speak of the night, aside from to apologise for 'ruining' my birthday. I scoffed, if only because kind people like him weren't meant to exist. We returned to a strange sense of normalcy afterwards, and it made me wonder how frequent attacks like these were. Hiroshi congratulated my use of the Byakugan, which I also knew was a jab at Kimiko. Literally, I thought with a snicker.
Hiashi was no gentler with me however, and in fact trained me twice as hard now I had gained our clan's doujutsu and was the 'potential heiress'. He didn't speak about the experience either, except to say to never radiate murderous intent against fellow clan members. I told him I'd change that when I was in charge.
He looked so hopeful and earnest I almost believed myself.
With the Byakugan's help however, I quickly memorised the tenketsu, and my spars with Kou were more equal than before. However, they were also far less frequent since he had started the Academy. I feared of disconnection and asked to walk with Kou to school each day. My grandfather agreed on the condition I completed my morning training before it was time to leave, which meant my lazy schedule was now forever lost. I considered marking a grave at my bedside, mourning my loss of sleep every morning (eyy).
Kou was not made aware of any of this however, and I did not think for a moment to tell him. He could be my sunshine until Himawari came. Hiashi delivered him the first day, and upon spotting Shisui in the crowd, decided Kou was my new agent.
"Talk to him," I said, pointing when Hiashi had his back turned.
"Why?" God, I missed the days when Kou was a yes-man.
"Just do it, he's nice," I hissed, standing to attention when Hiashi's ears pricked. "Good luck, Kou!" My face morphed into a wide smile and I wrapped him in a tight hug. "I'll miss you," I mumbled much more morosely.
Kou bent over to kiss the top of my head. "I'll tell you all about it! You're gonna be here soon!"
I would be; I blanched. Free time was going to be scarce then.
We watched the opening ceremony, which the Hokage permitted himself the luxury of attending. He was as grandfatherly as I remembered him, however he was a very tired and weary grandpa. He spoke of new beginnings and the Will of Fire, but I think even he had a hard time convincing the civilian parents everything would be okay. Clan carers were much more resigned. Among the crowd, I was shocked to find Yama—Tenz—Mitsuki. In canon, he'd already joined ROOT, hadn't he?
Well, granted, he wasn't Orochimaru's son in canon either.
As Hiashi and I exited the premises, I asked him about the boy. "Who's he?"
"He is the son of Orochimaru of the Sanin," he answered curtly. "Why do you ask?"
I hummed, taking my time before answering—no need to show him I was too interested. "Remember him. Back in hostital." I considered my words carefully before continuing. "He don't look like Orochimaru-sama."
Hiashi winced, but did not reprimand me. "Sometimes children don't look like their parents, Hiyaku-chan. You, on the other hand, are a duplicate of your mother."
I hadn't thought much on my appearance since being reborn, but I was finally reaching an age where I had defined characteristics, I suppose I did look much like Haruhi. I was so used to seeing the same shade of brown hair everywhere I went, I hadn't bothered to check my own. It was more of a reddy-chestnut than a brown, I supposed. But then again, Hinata had blue hair (or purple—were we following manga or anime here?).
Maybe that's why my grandfather liked me so much.
But at least now I knew Mitsuki was definitely adopted.
The next year was…well, troublesome. In that it was simultaneously the most boring and rigidly scheduled year of my life.
I trained; though obviously unable to pack a strong punch just yet, my chakra control had improved greatly, but my scepticism seemed to be keeping me from achieving better results, I think. My uncle and grandfather seemed rather pleased with my progress though, and I suppose they were the pinnacle of judgement. I supposed it had been a feat for a small child to have the focus to reign in excess chakra enough to direct it to each of her digits. I was growing increasingly irritated with the Jyuuken though. We did not move our feet enough, and it was old fashioned—it relied on a front on confrontation for god's sake! I couldn't voice these opinions obviously, but I did write them down in my own sort of suggestion box.
I studied; I now had an in-depth knowledge of Konoha's judicial system. Which, was bluntly, next to nothing. It was impossible to gather information on anything other than court martial cases and the vaguest mentions to civilian hearings. Disgusting, I thought. If I had an opportunity to become a solicitor, I would take it in a heartbeat. Though, when I wasn't fuming about Konoha's lack of fair justice, I spent my reading time divided between books to help Toshiie save money and/ or his store, and those that would assist my training. Kenjutsu for dummies was especially helpful.
I ate.
I now received deportment lessons from the Elders since I'd been declared a 'potential heir' (yeah fuck you Grandpa), and though I was already aware of standard Japanese table manners and basic etiquette of a tea ceremony, I failed quite drastically at its intricacies. I was also made quite aware of the temporary nature of my status, that I would be granted no privileges from them and that I would become a true heiress over their dead bodies.
That was the gist of it anyway.
Between these three activities, I somehow found time to accompany Toshiie to the store and visit the Uchiha compound. Itachi was growing up so fast, and I was now most definitely his 'Hiyaku-onee', which filled me with unbridled glee. Kou had heeded me (good boy, I thought), and was forming a tentative friendship with Shisui, who expressed a much happier disposition than many Uchiha children. I didn't pay much attention to him just yet though; he was now inside my sphere of influence, which for now was enough.
Occasionally, I even slept.
In this year, I had merely two memorable encounters. Well, I say merely. And really, it was more of a two for one deal.
Shimura Danzo visited the Hyuuga often. We were considered one of Konoha's Four Noble Clans, and one of the most loyal (which was a crock of shit, as Jounin would tell you). So, it was only natural he came seeking ROOT soldiers wherever he could.
It was when I was called into a meeting between him and the Elders I stopped cursing my grandfather for naming me heiress.
I stayed silent as I entered the room, having peered in beforehand with my Byakugan. A technique many Hyuuga abused for this very reason. Danzo was not someone I could outwit, no matter how privy I was to future matters.
They beckoned me to join their row. "Hiyaku-chan, we'd like you to meet a very important person to our village," the kindest one began softly, gesturing to the seated man below us.
Not even Danzo was afforded equal rights against any Hyuuga, Branch or Main family.
"His name is Shimura Danzo. Show him respect as a shinobi of Konohagakure," another added, much sharper.
My expression remained placid as I faced the man who caused about ninety percent of the plot in Naruto. "Hyuuga Hiyaku." I bowed lowly and then sat, gaze strong. If I could not be smart, I could be strong. "A pleasure, Shimura-sama." The Elders nodded, clearly approving.
"The pleasure is all mine, Hiyaku-san."
A sharp intake of air.
"Hiyaku-hime."
Just because the Elders disagreed with Hiroshi's choices in heirs didn't mean Danzo could.
"Why am I here, Hyuuga-sama?" I asked the first speaker, whose lips quirked in a smile.
"I am here to make an offer." Danzo spoke and I already knew. My breathing hitched, and I know they noticed but I think it was attributed to the intense chakra pressure present, which I'd always been sensitive to. Danzo saw no other obvious objection and continued, "Do you want to become a shinobi, Hiyaku-hime?"
"Yes, Shimura-sama."
"Would you like to become a strong shinobi, Hiyaku-hime?" His fucking mind games; no wonder they'd recruited so many children 'willingly.'
"Yes, Shimura-sama."
"You would like this to happen as soon as possible, yes?"
Old codger. I'd show him. "No, Shimura-sama." The more conservative Hyuuga Elders looked absolutely furious for a moment, and I knew if I'd been a Caged Bird I would've been struck. But, despite the added Killing Intent emanating crusty old Iroha, I smiled. My lungs hurt terribly, but since my stay in hospital I'd worked on being more resistant to Killing Intent. Now I had the problem of figuring out what on earth I was going to follow that up with. Something smart for a toddler but not creepy.
As the chakra pressure increased however, a completely different plan began to take shape.
"And why not, Hiyaku-hime? Wouldn't you like to skip the boring Academy?"
Here was the Danzo I knew—quietly dangerous. He already surmised I knew what he was talking about, which was a point against me.
I sighed, loudly and obnoxiously. "Hyuuga-sama, he's silly. He doesn't get it," I whined, and as expected, the Killing Intent spiked once more. I scrunched my face and groaned. "Shimura-sama, you're boring."
Danzo was smart enough not to upset his chakra, but the Hyuuga Elders were too used to getting their way, already sore from Hiroshi pulling the wool over their eyes. While on one hand, my plan had worked, on the other, I was now on my side yowling in pain. No one made a move to help me up (which I almost understood on Danzo's part to be honest), nor did they ease their pressure.
Which also happened to stress my body to activate my Byakugan, as a brilliant fight or flight response. My chakra pulsated around my eyes and my body began to emanate it in waves.
There are three people in this world who can detect a chakra imbalance so subtly. Senju Tsunade, Uzumaki Nagato…
"What're you doing to Hiyaku-imouto?!"
And Hyuuga Kou.
He snarled, and I was frankly, touched. Out of the two of us, Kou was clearly the stickler for rules. He must have been training and seen us through the walls. Though at the time I was too busy trying to keep my breakfast down, afterwards I reflected on how powerful he was.
"Hyuuga Kou, know your place!" One barked, almost even moving. Kou defiantly marched towards me and a new voice cut in.
"And what is that, exactly?" I thought the overwhelming presence was my grandfather, who I assumed was not going to take Killing Intent towards his favourite grandchild lightly.
"I did not realise you did home visits, Hiruzen."
"And I did not realise the Hyuuga were intent on ruining the emotional stability of their newest heiress."
Danzo smirked, stood and took his leave. I even found time to snicker, as the Hokage's Positive Intent washed over me. Holy shit this guy's another ledge.
And that was how Hiashi walked into the Hyuuga dining hall and found the Sandaime propping me on his knee, and the Hyuuga Elders cowering in their separate residence. (Cowering for them is silence)
And promptly walked out.
Obviously, he was there to see my grandfather to discuss important war matters, but I had been both a welcome distraction and reminder of his own children currently on the front lines. When I'd first been tugged along by Kou, the man had taken me into the folds of his robes and exited the room, a sign of dominance in a clan's own manor.
Wonderfully humiliating for the Hyuuga.
Though, once we'd sat down and Hiruzen had helped himself to our kitchen and tea, I'd found out he was a fantastic storyteller, and I'd added numerous tales to my collection by the time Hiroshi (and Toshiie, I realised later) had finally returned from an emergency civilian council meeting. The Sandaime had been greeted by a training Kou upon arrival at the compound, when they'd both detected Killing Intent, though the Hyuuga boy had quickly realised it was my own.
"You have a talented boy here," he'd told my grandfather seriously.
Fuck yeah we did.
I was a little sore Danzo had gotten away so easily—but that was just Danzo. He never did end up telling me exactly what his 'offer' was, though by judging by my grandfather's thundering, it was probably ROOT.
So, while Hiroshi and Hiruzen wrote important treatise documents together, I braided Kou's hair as Toshiie readied us for bed.
"It's too early to go to sleep," I complained loudly, despite the ache in every tenketsu screaming otherwise.
Toshiie tsked and set out our futons regardless. Hiroshi had permitted Kou and I to sleep together tonight in the Main House, mostly for the former's sake I think. My grandfather had mumbled something about how I was becoming too used to emotionally traumatising events (rich coming from him, I'm aware) and cupped my cheeks, checking for some sort of injury. After that he'd not verbalised anything—to me anyway.
See, while the Killing Intent was a dick move—and really painful—I didn't think there was anything inherently illegal about it at the time. I was a clan child and Killing Intent in small doses is often used to harden their courage. The Inuzuka were especially well known for it (which might actually explain a lot?), since it taught them pack hierarchy without actually physically harming a child. So, while Hiroshi was understandably angry the Elders both hurt me and tried to sell me off to Danzo Shimura of all people, there was nothing he could publicly do. I also didn't want him to do anything—if he knew what Danzo was doing then he do something about it goddammit.
The thought just made me furrow my brow and think treacherous slanders against the Sandaime.
"Hiyaku-imouto, don't worry, I'm here." Kou pet my head and I laughed (more like wheezed), grasping the hand tightly. "I'd never let them hurt you. Promise." My lips spread in a thin grimace.
I loved Kou, but I also hated people who kept promises like that.
"I know," I huffed, but leant into him all the same.
Toshiie smiled gently at the both of us, and chuckled as I kissed him goodnight. I was still a little breathy, but it'd already been made clear to me that healthcare wasn't the best in the Narutoverse and the only one who had a clue was Tsunade. I was not bleeding. I was not crying. Good, because we didn't have the resources to deal with either.
"Goodnight children. Hiashi-sama will wake you in the morning."
"Night Toshiie-oji," we chorused in reply, words already slurred.
At least, I was trying to have to. Inside I was still screaming because what if Kou hadn't come?
What if I wasn't the heiress?
An alternate reality flashed through my mind. I was Hawk, not Hiyaku. And Hawk showed no mercy.
I fiddled with my bag's straps, shuffling from side to side nervously.
"It'll be fine," Kou assured me, patting me on the back comfortingly. "I'll be there at recess and lunch—I'll visit your class if you want!" I would've told him no, that he could not throw away his education for me if he wasn't already working well above his level. I was surprised he hadn't been pushed for an accelerated course yet, though I guess even ninja villages had their limits when it came to child soldier manufacturing.
Hiashi met us at the clan's gate, alongside my grandfather, to my utmost surprise. Since Danzo's surprise visit (one of my many incidents, I realise now), he'd grown distant and I wondered what I'd done wrong. He still loved me, as I still got the same gentle smile from when I first crawled to him., albeit paler Hiashi was a pillar of strength though, and I wondered when he'd be taking the reins from my grandfather. Yet even his passive expression cracked when I skipped up to him with my hair in plaits (I'd trained Kou in the art of hairdressing well) and a knee length shirt kimono.
He cleared his throat and offered his hand to me. "I trust you are ready for the Academy?" Hiroshi remained silent, gazing out the gate with what I remember in English being called the 'thousand yard stare.'
I wasn't sure if I was ready for the Academy to be completely honest. Now I was the (potential) heiress, there were too many political alliances to be made and honestly, I wanted no part in it. Maybe the news hadn't leaked outside the clan?
Wishful thinking, I knew.
Once I entered the Academy, free time was going to be cut severely, but my independence was going to grow exponentially. There were too many pros for me to even begin to contemplate not going. Yet, I was nervous—stupidly so, but nervous all the same.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I shrugged and Hiashi chided my posture lightly as Kou snagged my other hand.
Except I realised I wasn't, when possibly the most important person in my life was missing.
"Oji, where's Toshiie-oji?" It was a demand, not a question.
Hiashi sighed, rubbed his temples and sent for my godfather when I moved to sit cross legged on the ground.
And that, my dear, is how Kou and I ended up walking to school with a small entourage of the Hyuuga clan head, his heir and the best damned baker in the Land of Fire (yeah, I said it Tekuji).
Mitsuki was sprawled out across his bed groaning, book laid open on his chin, when there was a knock. "Y-Yes?" He stammered, jolting to a seated position.
Hiruzen chuckled, stepping in smoothly. "Just me, Mitsuki. I have a letter for you." The boy's expression was torn between excitement and deep worry. "A good one," the Hokage then promised, very aware of the other letter children often got while their parents were at war.
Mitsuki snatched it, apologised profusely for snatching it, and then plopped down on the floor, ripping it open. "He's okay," he said, a sigh of relief escaping him. "I'll be seeing him soon," he murmured, and Hiruzen nodded sadly.
His father had never wanted him involved in the war—all he'd talked about before leaving.
"Though I shouldn't be surprised—Tsunade-bachan and Jiraiya-oyaji are with him too," he babbled on, pointedly ignoring the headband hanging on the bed's backboard. "And when I get there, I can help too!—oh Hokage-ojiisama, he even said happy birthday!" This seemed to give him the courage he needed to loop the headband around his forehead. "I need to go say thank you, Hokage-ojiisama," he told the old man seriously.
The Sandaime had not cried when Orochimaru had brought Mitsuki to them the first time, his pudgy fists flying about every which way. He hadn't cried when Mitsuki's second word was "Ojii" (he'd enjoyed collecting that bet from Tsunade) or when he'd entered the Academy, bright and hopeful.
He was close when Danzo suggested he take him under his wing in ROOT while Orochimaru was away, though they were tears of fury.
But he thought the war would be over by now.
He thought Mitsuki would be safe.
Hiruzen enveloped his grandson of all but blood into a crushing embrace, eyes moistening.
"Come home safe."
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The Snake Sannin surveys the battlefield, counting casualties numbly. He was commander after all, this was his responsibility. Every face was his; every mangled body and every bloodied digit. A hand settled on his shoulder, and he would've drawn his Kusanagi had it been a shinobi.
Instead, it was Jiraiya.
"Did you send the letter?" He hissed out a yes, and the white haired man sighed tiredly. "All we can do is end this quickly, Orochimaru. It won't be long now—Minato's team's been assigned the Kannabi Bridge mission. It won't be long now." He slung his arm around the raven haired man firmly when he received no response. "Mitsuki-kun will be fine."
Orochimaru's lips twitched. He'd stopped listening after 'Kannabi'.
He had the awful feeling he'd forgotten something important.
Wheww and with that, our first section is done!
Sooo, that was a chapter, wasn't it? I hope you're still enjoying the story so far, and that you didn't mind the pace this chapter is either. I didn't really want to focus on the training montage too much, other than to show she was indeed progressing and still training very hard. That way, no one can say she didn't do nothin for her skill later on haha. I know not too many characters outside the Hyuuga got a chance to shine, but they'll have their time and place too don't you worry.
Also, I think the heiress thing might raise slight controversy, but to let you in on a secret, it's really just Hiroshi's way of telling his son to get laid. Now. And Toshiie is best boy everyone else get tf out pls. And there's a reason he's treated so badly, but y'all will just have to wait to find out eyyy.
Thank you so much for the 246 followers and 143 faves! This is amazing and I know it's not really popular or anything but I never imagined this many people actively reading my story. I love all of my reviewers and my silent readers, and I hope you continue to enjoy this story, even if it takes unexpected turns occasionally.
And Orochimaru drama is the only drama I'm currently accepting tyvm.
But anyway, hurray! Hiyaku is now at school and so many contacts are now in her little socialite hands. And Neji is coming soon.
I repeat, Neji is finally going to make an appearance soon.
So buckle up! It's gonna—it's gonna be something at least. Until next time! Read and review!
