IMPORTANT NOTICE: AS OF APRIL 8, 2020 I AM REWRITING THIS STORY. It will be published seperately, under the name "Arrival". The new version will have no porn, and will be a serious and complex story rather than a cringey crack fic. I'm not deleting this version so if you like stupid humor go on and read it, but yeah. The plot hasn't changed either, but it will actually like...progress and be explained.
Summary + 10: Long ago, two Otsutsuki arrived on Earth- one a progenitor, one forgotten- both lurking in the shadows of history. A millennium later, Madara Uchiha revealed his plan in a declaration of war. No one believed him until a third Otsutsuki appeared; a defector who offered to fight alongside the villages against the insane clan. Humanity saw the face of their true enemy, and was given a choice. One revelation leads to a revolution of values, and the unraveling of a long and invisible thread woven through time. The truth changes everything.
Author Notes:
IS OC JESUS?: No. But she is still an Otsutsuki, and while they are inherently god-sue-esque, they still have hard limits.
TIMELINE REGARDING AGES: Everyone is legal. Yay! The fourth war is happening when our main crew is aged 18-20
GENERAL THEMES: There's a lot of internal identity struggles, resentment issues, nature vs. nurture, war philosophy, ethics, etc. Romance is a slowish burn, and relationships are non canon-typical. The story starts out lighthearted and VERY satirical. Some of the chapters are ridiculous parodies. However, the darkness always catches up with us. The surface level will remain comical because my mental health demands it, but between the lines things are getting gnarly.
CANON %?!: This story is canon in the sense that it loosely follows the timeline and has the same characters other than OC. Otherwise its pretty much new canon. So, new lore, weird science, mysterious artifacts. Typical stuff. The story begins in April, after the Five Kage Summit. It will cover the rest of shippuden, the time skip, and the new era, and [REDACTED]
CREDITS/Inspo: Obviously Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto. I do not own Naruto. Credit to Bungie & Destiny for some of their Dualism concepts/Rules. And a huge shout out to all my shamans and theoretical physicists out there. The real Gs.
DISCLAIMER: If you hate women, non-yaoi ships, the concept of conflict resolution, actually coping with mental illness, characters with the full range of human emotions and not perpetual sunshine/darkness, or major canon divergence, then don't waste your time.
"The past is just a memory of prior movement and change which animates the future development of the universe and its fate."
Rain pelted against the wooden roof of the small cabin, the loud thrum blocking out all other sounds as he sat and stared out of a squared window. Droplets of water collected on the glass, clinging together and rushing downwards in such a manic expression that it seemed as if they were trying to escape from something. What great terror awaited them that caused even the clouds to shudder and the rain to show fear? The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at such an absurd thought. Many powerful men and beasts had trod the bloodied soil of this planet, yet here he still sat. Bored, and waiting.
An incredible clap of thunder shook the walls and rumbled along the storm front, eliciting a frightened whimper from a figure huddled in the back corner of the room. His nerves tingled with anticipatory rapture as the atmospheric pressure dropped impossibly low, indicating the arrival of his muse. Licking his lips, he stood up and cracked each of his knuckles one by one, groaning from the relieved tension. Turning away from the picturesque chaos, he crossed the room and stood over the bound individual now cowering at his feet. He afforded them a brief moment of pity while he twirled a small mallet between two fingers, not wanting to disrespect the woman who provided him this vessel some years ago. Something inside him dared her to say his name. She did not.
Tap.
Narrow black eyes watched with cold indifference as the body slumped over, a solitary tear dripping down off of her slacked jaw and joining the rain in its pursuit of safety.
"Tell me, what good are mere Kings when contested by the Gods?"
Chapter 1: Close Encounters of the Cheeky Kind
She tore through the forest, leaving a trail of broken limbs and deep mud-tracks in the wake of the fury blurring the edges of her vision. "Kaguya always thought she was hot shit, but she's no better than him or Isshiki. I'll kill those bastards!"
Letting all of the pent up emotions run rampant, there was nothing left to keep her inner rage from boiling over and incinerating everything within reach. Her mind's eye opened to bring forth the truth from where it hid, and two small horns elongated until they were spiraling, deadly appendages. A red marking on her lower lip expanded, stretching down the center of her chin and neck before branching off to cover the rest of her body in geometric patterns like a living tattoo. Her fingers and toes grew into sharp talons as her bones expanded themselves to keep pace with a sudden increase in cell division. New formations split from the back of her rib cage and curled behind her like skeletal wings and the Rinne Sharingan in her left palm produced a sword akin to a weaponized spinal column. She gripped the base and thrust it into the air, releasing a feral and otherworldly roar.
A cloak of cyan chakra engulfed her body right before a column of lightning struck the bone sword and melded with the ductile, platinum-laden bone mass until it was a glowing blue Shinkin crackling with electricity. An orb of black chakra materialized in her other palm, and she batted it into the earth with the blunt end of the sword. The impact created a shock wave of electrified chakra that exploded outwards from the point of contact, adding to the turbulence of the thunderstorm and momentarily lighting up the sky as if it were a clear and sunny day. Scorched trees shook violently in its wake before succumbing to their damage along with the crumbling earth beneath them. Panicked squawking pierced her ears as flocks of birds fled to the skies in terror, narrowly escaping the fate of the flora they nested in.
The ferocity of the storm was nothing compared to death's incarnate, levitating beneath its front.
As if the rain was literally quenching the fires within, lucidity quelled her mind once again. The demonic transformations rescinded within the next minute until an unassuming young woman floated calmly, the sole survivor of a divine cataclysm. Scolding herself internally, she glanced around to assess the destroyed woodland and large crater of which she was the epicenter.
"Shit," she cursed. Between her unbecoming language and inappropriate outburst, she could practically feel her father's relentless, unwavering resentment and hear the vitriol pouring from his mouth and suffocating her small form, filling her lungs until she was drowning in an ocean of hate. Such supreme cruelty and ass-holery seemed to transcend dimensions and space-time itself. "I'll kill that evil, demented fucker too. Someday!"
The Otsutsuki King was ruthless, villainous, and corrupted. Pure evil, every cell comprising the disgusting waste of flesh that was his body radiated with malintent and oppression. For her entire life his insatiable need for power and control smothered her, entrapping her in a literal prison built from his antagonism. The closest thing to happiness she had ever experienced was a brief childhood friendship with her elder cousin, Kaguya.
In a time that seemed too dreamlike and distant to have been more than a fantasy, they'd shared a vision. A Will. But once her imprisonment began they saw each other less and less, and eventually Kaguya stopped visiting altogether. What was once a friend had become another cold and disinterested spectator of her mistreatment. At some point Kaguya left their planet, presumably having succumbed to her father's persuasive Will, departing without hesitation to fetch yet more chakra for the tyrant. Just another Harvester.
Now that she'd managed to escape, saying she was anything less than lusting for the blood of everyone who stood behind their King would be the understatement of an eternity. She was a victim, a survivor on a path towards redemption. And Kaguya was first on her intergalactic shit-list.
"Fuck his damned Credo. After I deal with Kaguya and Isshiki I will come for you, Outosan. My sole purpose is to prevent you from ruining this damned universe, so don't think I am above ending your life. And if- no- when I do," she paused, turning her face to the obscured stars and raising a fist in solidarity. "I will piss on your grave, dattebayo!" she screamed, her words fading into an unholy battle cry that ended up sounding more like a screech.
Torrential rain poured into her open mouth and assaulted the back of her exposed throat, causing her to sputter and flail her arms about, accidentally smacking her hand on one of the now small horns protruding from her forehead. Hissing in pain, she began to angrily tug on her soaked hair, muttering a stream of curses and stomping around in the puddle that had formed under her feet.
"This is the true power of youth!" A voice yelled from the distant treeline.
Head snapping up, she immediately found the source. If not for being so pissed off, she would've been embarrassed by the failure to detect any other chakra signatures. For a natural sensor and possessor of a powerful kekkei mora, it should have been literally impossible to miss a glaring detail such as the three living beings standing fifty meters ahead. Or perhaps she had noticed them, but she was too busy groveling in angst to acknowledge it. That had to be it.
Her ethereal gaze traveled over the three humans- Shinobi, she guessed, judging by the hitai-ates Toneri had told her about- who stood at the edge of her crater. The one who'd spoken was mirroring her raised fist, with his strange bushy eyebrows contorted into an expression of chronic and possibly terminal over-enthusiasm. To his right was a muscular woman with chocolate colored buns on either side of her head, mouth agape with abject horror. She wondered how much they had seen, hoping they'd missed her unsightly transformation. The truth stood to the left of the green dude, where a tall man with long black hair and bright violet eyes was staring at her in a mixture of disgust and confusion.
Damn, they probably saw.
They all looked to be around her age. Or at least, whatever the human equivalent of her maturity stage was. Panicking, she impulsively probed their minds for information, starting with the man who had yelled at her. Intruding like this without consent was an idea that normally repulsed her, but she was too disoriented and emotional to resist the temptation.
Finding nothing particularly useful or intelligible from the green man, she moved on to the woman, who assessed the urgent situation and decided that their leader needed to be informed. Toneri had shared something about these 'Kage' that led the villages or something. Useful, but perhaps the other man could tell her more.
"I don't think I've ever seen such a revolting woman in my life, assuming it even is one. Female anatomy should not be contorted like that, it has to be a crime against nature. This is it. This is the woman who cursed my dick. My libido will never recover from this."
Focusing her gaze on the tall man, his thoughts were injected into her like venom; she would need thicker skin going forwards.
"YOU!" she yelled, floating towards him and pointing a finger in accusation. The femininity of her voice compared to what they had seen and heard five minutes ago only added to their confusion and dread. For all they knew she was some kind of succubus who had recently broken through the gates of the underworld, and likely not a talented one.
No panties had ever been twisted like hers were in that moment. His eyes flickered from her face down to the space between her feet and the ground, and back up again. He took a step away from her and thrust a kunai between their bodies, like that would somehow shield him from the scorned woman's wrath. Seemingly breaking from their trance, the other two ninja joined in, jumping to either side of him to set a defensive stance. Paying no mind to their movements, she kept her gaze locked onto his violet eyes.
"How dare you objectify me right now, you pervert! I'll have you know that I have a barren field of fucks to give about whether or not you think I'm worthy of your expired dick milk. Believe it or not, I have a conscience, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing how devastated your left hand would be were I to steal away its soulmate. In fact, I'm starting to feel bad about all those trees I killed because now there are even less of them to replace the oxygen you waste. It must have been a sad day when you slithered out of the abortion bucket." She flew off the handle, squeezing every last drop of her anger out and spitting it at him. The man's stoic expression shattered and his eyes widened in shock, mouth falling open slightly as she finished.
Neji was not expecting her, or anyone, or anything other than an out-of-line Yamanaka to read his thoughts. And she definitely was not related to Ino. Upon closer inspection it was possible that she was pretty, but behind the dirt, rain, and unflinching scowl on her face it was hard to tell. Besides, the complexion and skin markings didn't line up either. In fact they almost looked like...no, not possible. Furthermore, he had never been so thoroughly roasted by a woman. The pure anger behind her words was mildly arousing, which in turn was absolutely disgusting. Was he a masochist or something? A light blush crept up his cheeks, prompting him to quickly regain his composure and narrow his eyes at her in equal accusation.
"Who are you, and why are you destroying the forest outside of the leaf? Do you intend to physically attack us?"
The rain was slowing, and the blade of his kunai glinted in the light of the setting sun that managed to peek through a gap in the clouds, casting a reddish glow onto their faces. Despite his impressive dismissal of her tirade, she could feel the fear radiating from all of them. It was almost laughable, trying to hide strong emotions from a virtual empath. She wondered if they even knew what she was. Surely Kaguya would have made an impression here? Her trail had gone cold, so she must have stayed on this planet.
They faced off in awkward silence as Aratashiki got a closer look at the three shinobi. Her gaze traveled up and down the apparent leader of the trio who was threatening her with a knife. She was fully prepared to whoop his ass into last week, but decided to size him up first as she didn't want to kill anyone. His features were sharp and regal, in contrast to her own feminine complexion, and long hair that she now realized was dark brown- not black- framed the pale skin of his face. He was actually attractive. What luck, she'd just hopped off the space train and already met a hottie. Once she was done being a hypocrite, she met his eyes again, gasping in shock when she realized what was in front of her.
This man possesses the Byakugan, he must be one of Kaguya's descendants. Surely he or his family will know where she is, or at the very least where she was last seen.
Unbeknownst to her, her shameless scrutiny had only added to the group's discomfort. They each felt exposed and violated by her unintentionally salacious gaze.
"Miss," the man wearing a questionable green jumpsuit, piped up. "I appreciated your honest review of Neji, but I cannot offer any compensation at this time. We must apprehend you and return to the leaf village!"
Aratashiki scoffed at the insult, jerking her head back and placing her hands on her hips. "You can't arrest me! Do you know who I am-"
"No, we don't, and you are wreaking havoc inside our territory. During a war, no less. Which is precisely why we must apprehend you." Neji growled at her, cutting her off and activating his Byakugan in preparation for a fight.
"Oh, that little mess?" Aratashiki glanced over her shoulder at the patch of forest she had decimated. "I can patch that up. One sec."
"Hey," Tenten yelled, "what is she doing?"
Facing away from the leaf shinobi, she stretched her arms forward and captured the landscape within the gaze of the Rinne Sharingan on each palm. Intertwining her chakra with the surrounding nature's energy, she rotated her hands- as if turning knobs in opposite directions- to strengthen her connection. The combined chakra traced the subatomic trajectories of the displaced material back to its static position, and she reconstructed it by using the quantum after-image like an intricate puzzle. Slowly, she reverted the broken landscape back to its previous state.
The rain had completely stopped by that point, and when she finished, she ran her fingers through her long silvery hair to try and dry it out. With a contented sigh, she pulled it over her shoulder and began braiding the strands, admiring her artistry for a moment. Turning back to the awestruck trio, she offered them an innocent smile and continued to braid her hair while addressing the group.
"You were saying something about a war, but rest assured: I come in peace."
Neji and his compatriots gawked at the area behind her. Not a branch was out of place. "How did...who are you?"
"Dai saishi Otsutsuki Aratashiki," she gave a sarcastic bow. "Keep an eye out for any secret doors that might've opened up now."
They didn't appear to understand her self-deprecating joke. Waving a hand in dismissal, Aratashiki's features hardened in determination as her blue eyes met his. She was sick of being rained on and had a growing curiosity to satiate.
"Anyways. I don't have time to explain what I don't have time to explain. Take me to your leader!" she demanded.
In a flash Neji was behind her, binding her arms with a thread of chakra while Tenten pressed a kunai to her throat. Neji forced her down by the shoulders until her feet sank into the thick mud. Great, now she was even filthier than before.
"Wait, she said she came in peace! Let's not escalate the current situation!" the strange green man exclaimed.
Nice to see at least one of them has manners! Though it could also be stupidity.
"Not now, you imbecile!" Neji snapped at the man who had spoken.
Aratashiki could have escaped effortlessly, but decided it was in her favor to play along. Besides, she had already wasted enough of her chakra, and was rather excited by the prospect of seeing a human settlement. So far they were engaging creatures. Endearing, even. Man, first contact and she was already catching feels for humanity. This was...a good sign? Maybe.
Neji shoved her forwards as Tenten clutched onto her side, and began marching Aratashiki in the direction of what she assumed was 'the leaf'. She frowned when her warden leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"I can see how much chakra you have. It's inhuman. Why haven't you killed us?"
"Like I said, I come in peace. And I already am starting to like you guys, which is really generous considering the shit inside of your head." She turned her head to glare at her captor. "Pretty rude of you to assume I'm some killer, you know!"
"Pretty rude of you to invade my privacy and then throw a hissy fit when you don't like what you find. After all, you were the one screaming about murder after transforming into a flying, demonic version of yourself. Additionally, you called forth lightning and used it to instantaneously destroy kilometers of forest. Lastly, you erased all of the damage like it was no big deal. Or have you already forgotten about all of that?"
"Point taken, and I apologize for projecting my fury onto you. But, you're still a sexist pervert." Aratashiki yanked her wrists from his grasp, careful not to break the bindings, and stomped forwards, spraying mud in her wake.
"Hey, watch it! Grab her, Lee!" Tenten said. Lee picked up his pace to follow her, but made no attempt at physical contact.
"I'm not running away, so no need to act all gangster. You're just slow." Aratashiki rolled her eyes and continued moving.
"You don't even know where the village is," Neji reminded her, jogging to catch up and seizing her arms once again. She felt the sharp tip of a kunai poking the base of her spine.
"And? I'm a sensor, it can't be too hard to find." In her mind, Aratashiki was imagining a giant leaf with humans hiding underneath it. Admittedly not the most realistic conjecture, but a girl could dream.
Shooting her a look of disdain, Neji replied. "Then by all means, lead the way. We are heading for Konohagakure; you're in the Land of Fire."
"Wow, what a creative name." Aratashiki's voice was thick with sarcasm. "For a supposed land of fire, it sure is pretty wet"
"Stop talking and move. Please."
She was dying to bite back, but swallowed her pride to comply with his demand. After all, he did say please.
They arrived at the so-called village less than an hour later. Aratashiki was unimpressed, to say the least. The village sat in the center of what seemed to be a massive crater. A wide road cut through the middle, surrounded by newly constructed buildings. The buildings were mostly small and wooden, with some larger constructs in progress. Practically everything was wood, now that she looked closer. Did they not have other materials? What a massive fire hazard, perhaps that's why it's called the Land of Fire. Aratashiki's eyes were drawn to a mountain just beyond the far edge of the crater, where the faces of four men and one woman were sculpted into the rock. Judging all of the people below with their stony eyes and upturned noses.
"What the hell happened here? And what's with those creepy faces?" she asked, stopping to take in the sorry state of their home.
"You're not in a position to be asking questions," Neji replied, jabbing the kunai into her back to get her moving again. He knew that what he said was bullshit- given what he had just seen- but he honestly didn't know what else to tell her in this fucked situation they'd gotten into.
Aratashiki huffed in annoyance but stopped her questioning for the moment, subtly turning her palms towards the ground. "Fine, I'll just see for myself."
In true ignoramus fashion, she wasted an ass load of chakra searching memories until she found the thing that had caused such destruction. Some emaciated red-haired dude with a bunch of emo ginger puppets, who was stopped by another dude with the complexion of a tennis ball. And no, not with chakra or a jutsu, but with an emotional monologue. The man had a good message, but the success of it was a bit absurd. Angry-skeleton's eyes, though, were a point of interest.
'Pain', huh? A human with the rinnegan...and he even learned the Inochi no uta! But it seems he lacked the chakra to survive it. How intriguing...perhaps there is more to this species than meets the eye, if they can evolve that dojutsu. I knew there was a reason I felt drawn to them, other than being visited by Kaguya.
She nearly collapsed from exhaustion and the brief but explosive migraine that always accompanied use of that ability. With Tenten now supporting her arms to keep her upright, the group guided Aratashiki off of the main road towards a small wooden home set apart from the rest. As in, located away from them. It was just as drab as the rest. Who puts their leader in such a crappy place? Sheesh. The exterior was surrounded by serious looking shinobi who tensed and withdrew their weapons upon the group's approach.
"We must speak with the Lady Hokage urgently!" Lee said, raising his hands up as if to calm the guards. At that moment, Lee couldn't have calmed a rock even if his life depended on it.
As expected, they didn't stand down. Just as Aratashiki opened her mouth to speak, a young woman with short black hair and a small pink animal in her arms stepped out from behind a curtain covering the entry. The creature in her arms squealed in terror while the woman startled in reaction to Aratashiki's foreign appearance. She began frantically swatting the curtain covering the doorway, not taking her eyes off of the visitor.
"Lady Tsunade! Lady Tsunade, I think you should see this person!"
An annoyed voice grumbled from within the hut. "Shizune, just bring them to me, dammit!"
"Uh, y-yes Lady Tsunade!" The woman, Shizune, approached their group cautiously, staying at a safe distance. A very safe distance, such that it was almost offensive. Really, Aratashiki was not scary looking, especially when compared to the vast majority of her clansmen. Shizune finally tore her eyes away to address her captors. "Neji, bring her inside. Tenten, Lee- go find Kakashi. Now!"
The latter two scurried off to find this mysterious 'Kakashi' person while Neji forced Aratashiki to walk forwards again. Shizune held the curtain open, leaning as far away from her as possible when she entered. A blonde woman with a large bosom and a small rhombus marking her forehead sat behind a low wooden table, empty ramen bowls piled high on either side of her. It seemed like she had just rolled out of bed. Two guards were positioned at both ends of the room, each with their hand over their weapon pouches. Aratashiki used her sensory abilities to examine the figure in front of her.
Impressive chakra for a human; she is definitely their leader. That mark on her forehead almost looks like karma, and it seems to be connected to her chakra pathways. Lady Tsunade, the other woman had called her. I wonder…
Aratashiki let out a small giggle, breaking the chakra threads binding her wrists so that she could cover her mouth with her hand to stifle the rest of her laugh. Tsunade opened her eyes and scowled, slamming her fist on the table. "Something funny?" Large brown eyes finally looked in her direction, widening as they tried to comprehend what she was looking at.
"Well, you have so much chakra, I just wondered if...if your breast size allowed you to store more..." Aratashiki slapped her other hand over her mouth, immediately regretting the statement. She had a strange curse that would flare up every once in a while, often in important situations. It rendered her incapable of appropriate verbal responses, causing her to say embarrassing and sometimes completely nonsensical things.
Shizune, Neji, and Tsunade all gaped at her while she started to blush. Neji coughed and fumbled his kunai, dropping it onto the floor where it landed with a soft thud. The sound seemed to dispel Tsunade's shock, and she threw her head back to let out a loud cackle, clutching her sides and knocking over several bows in the process. Shizune began to giggle nervously, while Neji remained completely silent and as stiff as a board.
The distress emanating from the man nearly drowned out the playful aura surrounding Tsunade. After a few moments, Tsunade regained control of her breathing and settled down, fanning her face while looking up at Aratashiki.
"Who- no, what- the hell are you?" she asked.
"I am High Priestess Aratashiki Otsutsuki, daughter of Emperor Junichiro Otsutsuki of the Otsutsuki clan. I am here to inquire about the whereabouts of Kaguya Otsutsuki." Aratashiki finished her painfully flowery introduction with a deep bow of respect. Best to stick to formalities on the off-chance they'd already endured the misfortune of being made cognizant of her father's existence.
Tsunade gave her a look of bewilderment. "Otsutsuki clan, you mean the clan that was wiped out? What emperor?"
Aratashiki could see the thoughts racing through her mind as Tsunade tried to piece together the information. Although tempted again, she resisted the urge to probe the woman's thoughts out of respect. That was a habit she could not allow to form.
"What are your intentions?"
Clearing her throat, Aratashiki repeated her earlier statement. "As I said, Hokage-sama, I simply wish to locate Kaguya Otsutsuki. I neither intend to nor am I interested in harming you and your people. Forgive me for saying this, but if that were my intention you would be long dead."
Misinterpreting her words as a threat, the two guards drew their weapons and advanced towards Aratashiki. Oops. At times she had a way with words, and other times not so much. When it came to the shit she came up with, the odds were good but the goods were odd.
Tsunade stood, holding out her arms to halt their advance. "Stand down."
Both shinobi stopped, but did not retreat or stow their weapons. The tense silence that followed was only broken when a grey-haired man with a mask covering half of his face stepped into the room. Immediately, she got mega-douche vibes. The arrogant kind. Aratashiki's gaze latched onto him, taking notice of the Sharingan in his left eye. When their eyes met she opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Tsunade. A blessing, as she was probably about to say something divisive.
"Kakashi, thank you for coming on such short notice. Everyone else, out!" Shizune and the guards began to leave, and Neji's presence behind her retreated as he tried to escape. "Not you, Neji. Stay here."
Squashing his discontent with a short bow, Neji resumed his position slightly behind and to the side of Aratashiki. She cursed to herself, suddenly remembering the state of her appearance and feeling self-conscious.
I can't negotiate looking like this! What a disaster. I should just...no, I shouldn't. No. At this rate I'm going to be out of chakra if that attack. But...ugh, fuck it. Yes, I really, really should.
Tsunade began speaking. "This is-"
Twitching her fingers discreetly, Aratashiki used her rinne sharingan and slowed time to an infinitesimal crawl. Letting loose a dramatic sigh she quickly rolled out her tense shoulders, needing to hurry before her chakra was completely depleted. She created a specular reflection of herself by gathering moisture from the air and pooling it into a smooth surface.
"Fuck, I can't believe I've been looking so ratché this entire time…"
Heat rose to her cheeks as fresh embarrassment set in. Her hair was dry- tinted yellow-brown from dirt and kami knew what else- and her braid was lopsided. There was blood smeared on her horn from when her hand whacked it. She brought the hand in question to her face, but the wound was already healed. Looking down, she saw that mud caked her bare feet and legs, and the pale blue kimono she adorned was now tattered and stained.
Fucking A. What a great first impression she was making. At some point her necklace had fallen off as well, and the realization sent a wave of panic through her.
I can't forget to go looking for that later. I HAVE to find it.
Raising her arm to her face, she gave it a good sniff and recoiled from the pungent odor of ozone and dirt.
Kaguya would never let herself look this bad, and I refuse to be one-upped by a thot like her.
Aratashiki did a little jumpy dance to motivate herself and then got to work, using more water from the air to scrub the grime and dirt away. Clean and wet, she gathered chakra around her hands and used it to dry everything out. Consulting her reflection for support, she wove her hair into a much more elegant braid than the first. The kimono was a disaster, but so was her life. Besides, maybe it would make her look tough or something.
Feeling much cleaner and satisfied enough with her appearance, Aratashiki blinked and returned time to its usual pace while trying not to let her renewed exhaustion show.
"-Aratashiki Otsutsuki." Tsunade stopped as they all stared at Aratashiki, who was smiling innocently.
Seizing the conversation before any comments were made regarding how and when she took an invisible shower, Aratashiki turned to the man named Kakashi. "I see you possess the sharingan. Are you a descendant of Kaguya as well?"
Kakashi raised an eyebrow, but did not answer. Instead, he turned to Tsunade. "Absolutely no one can know about this, especially not outside of the village. Not until we know more, at least."
"I know. This has to remain completely confidential," Tsunade replied, with a pointed glance towards the Hyuga. "And, there is only one other village official with any knowledge on the 'Otsutsuki' clan." Their gazes turned simultaneously and landed on Neji, who was confused and becoming more irate with each passing minute.
"I'm afraid I don't understand what I have to do with any of this."
Aratashiki was relieved by the prospect of at least one of these clans having knowledge of their ancestry.
"Not you," Tsunade said, folding her hands together and resting her chin on top of them. "Your clan head."