English - Chapter 1
We have been walking for quite some time. It's one of the reasons I've never wanted to come here. But damn, my mother just had to sign a contract.
Apparently she was good friends with the Third Hokage and signed frickin' contract that I - her unborn child at the time - would give up all the family secrets upon her death. Twenty years later she's dead and I 'have' to do this or die. Or whatever. I haven't even seen this contract! Just learned about it in her will.
Why would she even do that? She was probably forced or something. Man, when the Hokage finds out what is he gonna do to me? Or the damn 'bloodline'?! Fuck, she could have told me while she was alive and kicking! Could have told me what to say and do. I'm the only one left...
My throat starts to clench, my eyes stinging. Then these frickin' ninja 'escorts' show up and take me out of my home! I haven't even properly grieved her death dammit. I look to the man walking slightly ahead of me and glare, as he's the only one I can see. I try to convince myself that I chose to put pressure behind my eyes and I'm not crying!
Apparently she also payed the Hokage for three jonin to take me to Konoha. Three! Overboard, much? Then again it was wartime back when... Jeez, they are really following the contact to a 'T' and if I refused to say anything... I wouldn't be following the contract.
Oh man, those are the red gates I only remember but haven't seen before! We... I've arrived. Shit. Should I just give up our - my(I'm the only one left) - secrets? It goes against everything our - my(I'm the last one) - clan! She went against tradition. But she must have had a reason. Maybe she wanted me to have a secure life? No... she wouldn't give our clan up for that.
My escorts don't even stop to talk to the gate guards, we just continue walking with the nod of a head. Maybe she wanted the clan to survive? That would make more sense. For me to survive I would need to be safe, or protected. There are some who would probably want to kill me...
Fuck. What if Danzo hears about me, then he'd probably breed and torture the hell out of me for my clan. Let's hope the Third actually was good friends with my mom.
One of my escorts approaches me before we go too far in the village - if you could call it that. It's much larger. I calm down to the best of my ability, and stare at him.
"We will take you to the Hokage now," He says, offering his hand. I look it over, not seeing any needles from the glove. Not that I would see any but it was worth a shot. I take his hand and - yup! I knew it. He shunshined us. Fuck that's quite the ride. The first time I traveled with that I threw up!
It seems we are right in front of the doors to the Hokage's office. I look for my escort but he's gone. Typical. There are two guards beside the doors, chunin by the looks of it. And there are no doubt Anbu here too. I guess I'll just wait.
Damn it's weird to see this place in reality. I - oh? One of the chunin is opening a door.
"The Hokage will see you now," He says, as monotone as the other dude. I look into the room expecting it to be brightly lit from the windows, but they were shaded by some sort of tint? A jutsu no doubt.
The Third was behind his desk and was watching me. There are papers on either side of his desk and his hands are folded between the stacks. I walk in and sit down in the chair in front of him, his eyes trailing my every movement.
As soon as I sit down there was a pause, then he began to work on his paperwork. What? The door closed behind me. Am I supposed to just sit here? Start the conversation?
"Hello child. I was hoping you would not come for a while longer," The Third says, answering my unspoken questions. Does he not want to deal with the extra paperwork or is he actually sad at my mothers death? Hmm...
We sit in silence a little longer while he finishes the page he's on. Then 'poof'! The papers disappear, no doubt out of sight. He reaches in for his drawer a little slower than needed. Please, if he was going to kill me he'd have done it already, plus it would make the contract useless. But he knows that. Is he trying to make me at ease?
He takes out a scroll from the drawer. Do I finally get to see the damn contract? He opens it, rolling it out the length of his desk. I scoot my chair forward to read it better. The Hokage doesn't even glance up at the action, grabbing his pipe from the table, getting comfortable in his seat.
I read it from start to finish. It was pretty short. For reasons unstated my mother, the head of the clan at the time(she was one of the few left), agreed to leave the village and upon her death send a trusted one to reveal the clan secrets. There is a part about the escort and about how Konoha must house me. And another that I will aid Konoha to the best of my ability.
"Child, I will not ask your name, I know it is unkind with your clan, but is there anything you wish to be called?" He asks. I stare at him for a moment. I suppose I can answer that, there is no underlying questions there.
"Sora," I answer. I thought it was cool when I was little to have a name meaning Sky and it stuck for people outside the clan. What am I going to say? The contract didn't say I have to tell everything, so I could only tell him some of it and get away with it. Hmm..."What do you know about my clan?"
"Sora, I will plainly state that I will not ask you about everything. I don't even care about most of it, beside my curiosity. Your mother and I..." He pauses for a moment. "That contract was out of my control, written in anger for her secrecy. She knew too much, and I wanted to know how. Now that I am calm and years have passed, I do not demand to know everything. Just enough, just... something."
Damn. He spoke with such emotion, such sorrow. I relax further. He doesn't need everything. I almost want to tell him all of it now... he seems so guilty about something. I mean, I can tell him more then one thing and not feel guilty. After all, I am under contract, right?
"So, what do you know?" I ask gently, now also regaining the feeling of loss. He looks at me, and I look back. It wasn't a challenging stare, just a human one.
"Your clan, which outsiders have dubbed Fusho, was once large and powerful. But they never used their power for anything more than staying hidden. They never chose sides and barely effected the rest of the world. Some say the Fusho are their own Hidden Village, hidden in secrets." He smokes his pipe, "No one knew much about your clans workings, even the people married into the clan only knew so much... But then your Grandmother became good friends with the First and Second Hokage."
Yes, and she was almost kicked out of the clan with her memory wiped.
"We called her Tora. She helped with the smallest of things with the largest impact, always knowledgeable, always knowing. She taught me some of the things I know, and I wanted to know more about her and the Fusho. I learned some things from her about the clan, even if we both knew she was breaking clan rules." He continued.
"Your mother, Hana we called her, was born years after me, and I regarded her as a younger sister. She was a strict follower of your clans rules and tradition. She wouldn't tell me anything at first but I pestered her enough. By the time when I became the Third Hokage your Grandmother died along with a majority of your clan, I asked her to become an adviser of sorts, and she did. She helped with a lot of things, but she would never tell me how she knew."
I lean back in my chair, closing my eyes, wanting to know myself what happened.
"Eventually she helped with something... a little too serious and I threatened her to tell me how she knew. I was angry and I took it out on her. Our fight escalated to the point where I demanded everything about your clan. I am not proud of how I lost control. She told me her clan wanted her to return to them. I heard her saying she wanted to leave. So I made this contract, she signed it, and she left. I... banished her..." I heard him give a deep sigh and place his pipe down.
I opened my eyes to see him. His hand covered his face. The infamous Third Hokage, lowering his layers. But I am a complete stranger. He must have cared so much about my mom, and to kick her out of his life like that... Damn. The tint jutsu on the windows must be a privacy seal. Oh jeez, didn't he also loose his wife recently? In the 'Nine-Tails Attack'? He must be going through tough times.
I shift in my seat, now uncomfortable with the situation. I thought I would have to defend what I know, but I find myself not wanting to, just the tiniest bit. Minutes pass as the Sarutobi Hiruzen composes himself. He wasn't crying or anything, but he did calm down. He returns to the position I first saw him in, hands on the desk.
"I trust there is a privacy seal of the highest order?" I ask, just to make sure. He nods, ready to hear what I have to say. "We call our clan Family. It means family in your language." His reaction was almost amusing, his eyebrows raising and eyes widening. "We call our language Uncommon. It is a combination of many languages, though I only know one completely called English." I see him about to ask something but I politely raise my hand.
"The reason why we have so many languages... Well, everyone who is born with our blood has already lived a life. Some are from here, from the future. Most are from Earth. There are a few from other worlds besides Earth, though they are rare. I know it sounds insane, but with our knowledge from many places, along with the knowledge of the future, we try to stay hidden. If someone got a hold of it, the world would likely stray from what is supposed to be, and that very fate could mean the end of the world."
Fuck! I didn't mean to say all of that! At least I didn't let slip that there are none from this world and we only know the future because of 'Naruto: the sensational story.' I remember when Helene from Beauty and the Beast was alive, she was funny! Ah! Stop distracting yourself!
"I am from Earth. I died young from a weapon that has not been invented here. The reason we do not like our name asked is because we keep the one from our past lives, and some times they bring bad memories... Along with the tradition to not reveal ourselves in any manner. The foreign names..." I trail off, seeing as he is smart enough to understand.
I leave him to think. If he believes me or not, it's his choice. This has never been done before with such a political power, but then again, I am the last. It doesn't really matter, now, does it? I let him think it over for what feels like the longest time. As I watch him, I can see him slowly realizing that I speak the truth. All of the secrets he longed to know now make sense...
"Sora... may I ask your name?" He says, unlike a benevolent leader but more of a man, curious and in pain.
"Breanna Hailey McKenzie of the Family," I answer him, slowly so he can understand. "Most would have called me Breanna... But please, Sora is what I prefer." I see his face become greatful and- "My mother's name... It was Joanna Dell of the Family. My Grandmother's was Chloe Fran of the Family... It is something very personal of our that we don't share lightly, but I... am willing to trust you."
"I apreciate your willingness. I now know more about... a lot of things. Tell me, child, on the contract it says I must house you and in return you must aid Konoha in any way. Now, I will not ask you of the future, as I can see why it was forbidden. I will not ask you to join our ranks, nor anything of that nature. But I will provide my protection of such the infamous Clan F-Famirdy, in return for one thing." He says, looking even more exausted than before.
I don't even want to think about what he could be asking, as I have no room to refuse. I nod, showing I understand.
"In order to keep you a secret from everyone, you will teach my most trusted Anbu Engrish. It is invaluable information and would be impossible to decipher. It will also ensure you aren't the only one to carry on your heritage, and you may speak your native tongue as you wish." He says, trying to make it sound appealing.
"I have never taught anyone English before! I guess I will have to figure it out..." I say, realizing my fate. This is much better than most alternatives. It will be hard but.. I can do this. "I accept. Just one thing: Don't tell anyone about me, don't even make a cover story. Just hide my existence. I'm not a good liar." I say my condition.
He agrees and say he will take care of it himself. We talk more about it and after a few hours more we are both in more respectable moods. I then get escorted to my new home.
It is in some sort of barack, a small underground place of a few rooms. It's actually quite nice without the grey walls. Maybe I can paint them. There is a bedroom, living room/office and bathroom. I think this will work just fine.
What the hell did I just get myself into?!
AN: Heyo. I'm'na just drop this. No one said fics had to be good, okay?