A/N: Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto , I only take credit for my own added character's and storylines. Similarly, any references will be attributed to their original creators when they pop up.
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The fic that inspired me to write this. Hasn't been updated for months, but I give credit where it's dew. An Oc reincarnates as Itachi's twin and tries to save her clan... she fails, is killed by Itachi in the massacre, only to wake up a second time, reincarnated as Itachi's twin... she does not care for the clan.
BTW, I also have an A03 account where I'm also publishing, if you prefer reading it there~.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1 ~ Dream of Lament
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Content Warning! There will be implications of mental illness -if you squint you eyes- through this fic. If any of the above is something you are not comfortable with, then you might want to skip this fic.
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The last traces of the sun disappear through the horizon. Families finishing their dinners as his clans compound starts to quiet down.
Or rather, that would usually be the case as the moon slowly rises through the sky.
Itachi holds his Tantō tightly, watching tiredly as his father finally falls defeated.
This was not part of the plan.
But the plan had derailed the second it started. The streets far more crowded than what they usually were, far more active shinobi out than what would usually be presented ...
Father was the first person to confront him. And half the clan would watch with betrayed eyes as he strikes the man down.
Madara had yet to make his appearance.
"Little brother." A monotone voice greets softly. His body tenses, incapable of stopping as he turns towards the crowd.
There's no reaction as her eyes dart towards their father, the still growing crowd behind her as she slowly kneels next to their father.
"I suppose this is relevant to the coup." She sighs, hand extending towards the prone figure as chakra starts to well at her palm with-
Her sister has never studied medical ninjutsu. Has never shown interest in her studies in the academy, and has never studied under someone to learn any form of medical chakra.
"I don't suppose," She asks, eyes still staring impassively at their father's prone figure. "you would consider not executing us?"
The silence in the compounds square becomes heavier. Over a dozen of Sharingan activate as they stare in accusing furry.
"Hn. I thought I cut enough of Danzo's influence." She ponders thoughtfully. "I suppose you were planning to spare Sasuke, then?"
Itachi flinches, staring at her almost incomprehensible.
A part of him already realises that he's lost. That for all he's revered as a prodigy, a genius, he can not win without the cover of surprise, not when so many members of the clan are already starting to gather.
They gather to her, no less. The same girl they talk to behind doors with disappointment, always comparing her to him with shaking head and pitying tones.
The same girl that is currently kneeling in the centre, so incredibly charismatic as she heals in ways he knows only the best of their villages medics can.
"I see." She stands, hand extended on her katana as her blank gaze meets his own. "Attend the head of the clan. This is a family matter between heirs." She commands softly, startling a few of the members behind her as they follow without question.
No one countered her claim. How could they, when the only heir has just struck the head?
He stares wearily, just as startled, muscles tightly coiling as he faces something unknown.
The picture of his twin sister, blank face, emotionless eyes, a girl of few words that barely listens to the lectures of honour and responsibilities while having just graduated from the academy is what Itachi has always known. The picture shatters, a shinobi standing from behind as her blade extended from its seeth, her Nodachi pointed towards him.
"Well then." She continues softly. "Do you wish to start?"
He buries his emotions. It no longer matters. He has a mission, he can not stop until he eliminates the clan.
He instantly darts, blade clashing as his eyes blaze with the Sharingan, carefully studying her posture, twisting the blade for her neck in a single, swift move. Only for her arm to twist in a gentle flow, defecting the blade with ease as she continues to stare blankly. His jaw tightens as he aims his knee for a stomach.
It does nothing, caught with an extended arm as if they were children sparing in their first days all over again.
And then he's thrown back, slamming into one of the walls of the compound. Grimacing, he stands with a grimace. It's not lethal, but a back blazing with pain leaves it clear he can not afford mistakes.
Immediately, his hands move through multiple hand signs, Sharingan forming as fire wells in his lungs.
"Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Flower Nail Crimson!"
A barrage of shuriken is overwhelmed with fire, each shooting towards a lethal vein that would barely require a graze to kill her.
A thunderclap answers, the rain lightly begins to fall as sparks of blue momentarily flash through each shuriken.
They all fall, each cut twice in perfect symmetry as the fire dies in misery.
"Oh, Itachi," She whispers, shaking her head as their eyes meet. "Have you yet to realise? That perhaps... you might not be as special as you thought?"
A shiver goes down his spine, the Mangekyou Sharingan staring down at him with a terrifying edge accompanied by the smallest of smirks.
"Don't despair about it too much," She continues, the faint sparks of lightning emanating from her body. "Ultimately, you are not someone that I have my eyes on."
"H-How-?"
"This?" She hums, lazily tilting her head. "Ah. Hn. A while, I suppose. Don't think about it too much." Shifting her weight, she takes a sluggish pose, blade only half lifted as she smirks. "I have a rather long day, it seems. Let's wrap this up, yes?"
A massacre, he thinks, is what will happen tonight.
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She blinks once, and then twice, eyes darting between her room as her Hansei finishes its task, memories click into place as millennia pass within the last of her seconds.
Her eyes dart towards Itachi -an action born from repetition pettiness long since disremembered- as her chakra starts to swirl and grow in a perfect calm.
A tiny arm barely responds to her command. She bothers not to speak, knowing her cords a yet to develop. But her mind sharpened, clarity growing as an empress is reborn.
Ah. She thinks tiredly, blinking a third time as her Hansei entered the first phase, the Rōmūn already flaring as her Sharingan shifts to that of a newborn. Her consciousness starts to shift as she closes her eyes, allowing her artefact to contain her chakra, leaving nothing but a normal newborn where her body lays as her spirit enters her realm.
"Kurama." She smiles, her body returns to the toned late teen appearance she has grown so accustomed to. "It worked, then."
"Kayda," He greets lazily, opening a single eyelid before yawning, casually returning to his slumber in the beautiful forest.
Her lips twitch, eyes darting through the woods she so carefully built as she scans her realm. It takes seconds for her to finish, long since familiarised by the mind built land that the Hansei stabilises and brings.
"Seems like we'll have some time to sleep," She comments idly, leaning into one of her tails with only the barest of irritated mutterings from her friend.
You can mourn later. Best let the Hansei finish its work as she contemplates what to do next.
So she sleeps, dreams of memories and happiness that the first few days of her reincarnation always bring.
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A small idea I got some few hours ago.
And yes, in case it wasn't obvious, she is OP. That being said, It isn't that focused on combat as it will be with an immortal near goddess repeatedly trapped in a time loop as she makes the most of her eternity. Not Mary Sue, since not that many people are actually going to like her, she's rather cynical -having since the same people die hundreds of times- and not in the best state of mind.
Think of her as a young -very ancient- old timer that is trying something new after millennia of existence.
But anyway, if you felt I should have written something differently, be it personality and/or displays of different states of mentality, please leave a comment! Any advice is welcome and appreciated!
Anyways, Ill See you next time! Ciao!
~ Sapphire and Emeralds