Title: Virtue

Summary: Of course, of fucking course. The girl with Arachnophobia is reborn into the Naruto world as a god damn Aburame. Fate is just so funny like that. OC/Self Insert

Disclaimer: I only own what's mine.

[Thirteen]

Oh for fucks sake.

Note to self, never, ever, go shopping with Dai again. Ever.

It had been a sunny, happy, training-free day when I'd decided to go shopping for ninja supplies. Running across Dai on the way had been purely by accident. He'd been running around the walls of Konoha and literally flattened me. And then, as an apology, he said he'd help me with my shopping.

Of course, I didn't know better. I figured, what bad could come of this?

Lots, Shina, lots.

Said sack of shit stood next to me as we walked to the next shop, a bright, oblivious grin on his face, his inhumanly bushy mustache turning up. I'd turned him into my pack mule, considering 90% of the things I'd bought already were shit he'd nagged me into purchasing. I didn't really understand what I needed a bag full of string for, but whatever. As long as it shut him up.

"We should shop together more often, Shina-Chan!"

I cringed.

"This is as much a workout as walking around the village on my hands two hundred times."

He wasn't exaggerating, either. Sure, a bag of string didn't sound like much, but a bag of string, another bag of weights that went up to fifty pounds, and multiple boxes of shuriken and what not, was a lot to carry.

Whatever Dai, good luck getting me to take you ever again.

Next time, I was bringing Fugaku as the muscle. With his clan being so ambitious and demanding, plus his team training, my favorite Gaki had guns for arms. I don't remember what I'd been thinking before Dai came along though, how did I plan on carrying all the bags on my own?

Pfft.

I giggled quietly to myself, ignoring Dai, as I imagined all of my kikaichu having to group together and carry my shit for me. A picture similair to the one I'd mentally painted when I was first born.

My original perception of the Aburame clan was pretty spot on, despite how annoying and gross some of it could be, I was growing to love the bug cultured cult I called a family.

"So Shina-Chan, what's it like being a full fledged genin, huh? Is your team as youthful and blossoming as yourself?"

This was something I could enjoy talking with him about. Minato, Hisao, Jiraiya, and I had been training together for about three months when Dai asked me that, and the little shits were growing on me, fast.

Hisao looked like he was going to become some kind of legendary medic. Nothing like Tsunade, or anything, not by any means, he was much too self-conscience and cowardy. I loved the fool but he needed toughening up. But he was still progressing in the medical field faster then I ever would, which was saying something considering healing jutsu's were all about control, something I had loads of...chakra wise, at least.

That would come with time, though.

Minato was, as expected, a way better prodigy then me. It was actually great, he was beginning to take the heat off of me. Jiraiya really helped with my training but now that he'd seen Minato's ideas and potential, he was beginning to think of us as the norm, which meant he questioned me less.

And the Hokage was way too busy grooming the blonde Gaki to take over for him to notice little 'ole me.

So obviously, without all the usual prying eyes, my strength was going to sky rocket. Nobody was looking and that meant I could play. 'Playing' was using my imagination and everything I'd seen in the anime to see if I could make some cool shit. I'd been 'playing' when I'd discovered how good I was with my chakra stings and that was how I sprouted out all of my best ideas.

As soon as I was done shopping, I was going to go through it all and get some shit done. Mustached little freak of a mini-sensei or not.

"Come, Shina-chan, I see more of your mandatory supplies!"

Never again.

Wow.

Wow.

Man, fuck Dai and his know it all ass. He had not been thinking of this when he made me buy it, I refused to believe it.

I threw my head into my hands.

Everyone seemed to be figuring out my ideas before I did, as of late.

That god damn bag of string had turned out to be useful as fuck. When I got home and layed all the crap I'd bought out on my bed, I had mutliple ideas, but the one with the string was by far the most interesting.

Why hadn't I thought of this?

The different effects on the people I used it on depending on the thickness and how I handeled my chakra strings could be studied if I just molded my chakra strings around real strings.

"Are you sure you have to do this to me, Shina?"

Fugaku wasn't exactly enjoying the idea of being my test subject.

The little shit stood in the middle of my usual training ground, sweat on his brow as the sun beat down on him. He'd grown since I first met him, and I supposed he was attractive, to most people, considering Tsume (Shibi's teammate) wanted me to 'introduce' him to her. His blue-ish black hair was sleek and shiny, his man-bun bigger and higher up on the back of his head, hitai-ate tied beneath some of his loose strands of hair, across his forehead.

Said guns (arms) were poised, ready for me to string them up.

I'd called upon the gaki for some bonding time, and also to test out my own string theory, considering we'd really cut back on free time to train. Ha. See what I did there? Like the science string theory? Ha. Future Fugaku would be proud, I was working my butt off.

"You're the only one smart enough to give me a detailed and truthful evaluation of how it affects you, other then Nara Shikaku, but I barely know him and I'm so not getting the Nara clan interested me" I shuddered, terrified at the prospect. The intelligence clan of the shadows did not play around when people were introduced to their clan heirs.

On one hand, I had ninja wire wrapped around my index finger and the other end wrapped aroudn Fugaku's left arm, and on the other hand I was using string on his right arm. Carefully, blocking out everything but myself and the buzzing of my kikaichu, I let out a breath, carefully having my kikaichu send slivers of chakra through the tips of my fingers. Molding it was simple and done in seconds.

Fugaku didn't struggle against my movement as I made him raise him arms up and perform the bug clone jutsu.

We continued the process with all different types of string, long string, short string, thick string, metal string, and so on, until eventually, Fugaku and I found ourself's breathless and slumped against each other, feet in the lake as the sun went down.

"I wanted to tell you something, anyway, Shina, so it was good that you and I met up..."

My eyes shot over to him, narrowed.

Nothing good ever came from 'I wanted to tell you something' and anyone who said otherwise was a damn liar.

"You know how my father enjoys being in control of everything that happens around him, especially my life, so its not hard to figure out why he saw it important to find out when it was going on but...The Chunin Exams are coming. We have three weeks left to train..."

Wait, fucking what?

My kikaichu buzzed, as if the little shits were laughing at me

Authors Note: Ahh, the perks of being friends with an Uchiha. I don't know where the Dai shopping scene came from but I just love writing Dai, he's hilarious. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

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