I don't own naruto, you know, dont make me write it again. Please!!!
I guess, it has begun. So, Enjoy, I guess.
"Your decisions are what makes you," the statement can not be any more far from the truth. Like every other one sided pieces of advice, people love to pass around, to patronize someone or to more specifically simplify a particular consequence.Does the decision taken actually matter, if the choices offered limits the entire scope of attainable results.
I never liked the choices offered, so as expected, i made my own.
I stabbed 1...5...11...35...87...143 times, i kept on counting and counting, as the blood came gushing down. I cried, i kept on crying, my vision blurred, i wanted to stop, but i couldn't.
As the visions faded among the pain, and constant attempts of this this damn exsistence to pluck me out of the embrace of oblivion again, i was able to see light.
I was born again, I didn't want to cry, but i couldn't hold it in.
I was cleaned, the cord was cut off? packed in the rugged cloth, i was handed to my mother.
"My...my... my mother," after so much time, i couldn't hold the emotions of bleeding heart in anymore as i burst into tears. Sone part of me knew, she is not my mother, she was dead, i was dead and alive again. The resemblence was undeniable, but she wasn't my mother, i wanted her to be, but she wasn't.
I started losing consciousness, my awareness started slipping back, it was like falling backwards as i stared right at her beautiful white hair cascading down her shoulder, sweat on tge brows, while a slight smile decorated her face.
I kept myself from slipping bakwards, i didn't want to go, I wanted to stay. Stay so that i could watch her more, watch her smile at me. I tried and tried hard as i could but couldn't.
As i was about to lose myself, i heard her as her smile fade way and breath becomes laboured, "you ruined my life, why aren't you dead. Why Aren't You Dead. Die!, Please Die!!, Just Die!!!."
and the I DIED.
Great Hall of Redwood Keep, Hyuga Clan Hold.
"Congratulations, my lord, its a boy," an obedient voice echoed in the great hall that was answered with a grunt.
"Why dont you look happy, Ashai?" a jarring voice mockingly inquired. which was answered with utter silence and a scowling face.
"Okay, Okay, Don't be angry now," was the best defense that he could pull off. "When will you go to see your 'child'?" The mocking tone came back.
"There are more important matters, than entertaining a whore and her dirty bastard," the tall man with long black hair, stern face and white eyes replied crisply.
"Asahi Hyuga, before you leave tomorrow morning, go visit your offspring and consort," an aged voice belonging to an elderly woman with similar features as the man echoed in the hall.
"As you command, lord mother," came the reply, swift and crisp, filled to the brim with respect.
"You made your choices, now you have to deal with the consequences," the elderly pointed out as a matter of fact. "He is your boy, your son, you will take responsibility."
"That bastard, is...not...my...son!!" declared the man defiently that was met with a crisp slap on the face that echoed in the entire hall.
"Whatever the case may be, he is a hyuga, if he showed potential, he WILL be invited into the fold." that was the final decision apparently, it was evident as she declared.
"Yes, lord mother!!" Asahi answered with superficial respect as he took his leave from the great hall.
"You shouldn't be so brash about it, ehh mikoto." the jarring voice returned from the silence.
"The eldest one died, the youngest one took her mother with her. The line of the Hyuga's 3rd main family isn't secure...," the jarring voice interrupted, "The grand elder seat is ever so distant. Yes, i am aware, this won't help, i can be sure of that."
"Do you think he will visit?"
"You and I both know the answer to that."
"He can't be blamed, if he accepts that white haired devil, Kenji will have to be caged and he is not going to just let that happen. He loved his mother, truely." the jarring voice belonging to Elder Koenji replied.
"Its too early, the birth, isn't, were there any complications" Elder Mikoto enquired.
"She tried to kill the baby, again, didn't work, the baby was born prematurely, The baby is weak as of now, but enough support and he may live." He answered before asking. "what will you do? welcome him into the fold?"
A crisp affirmative nod came from mikoto.
The following "When?", was answered with "In time."
"Kaguya's would not tolerate one of them being caged, it may turn out to be a diplomatic disaster."
"There is no problem then, he is no Kaguya."
"He isn't a Hyuga either, there is a possibility for debate. Either way, those animals are always looking to fight, facts won't matter much to them either way."
" Look into the matter, discuss it with others, we can't afford fighting on two fronts either way." Mikoto adopted her prorietary stern as she issued command to her little brother.
"I will leave for the capital, tommorow with fourth battalion, take care of the rest." He bowed before taking his leave from the great hall.
Left alone with her thoughts, for her to muse to herself mikoto's facade of being stern matriarch broke as her weary old
eyes started looking decaded older.
'What does the future holds for us, were the choices made the correct ones, will the entire clan suffer due to her son's rash and irresponsible actions or will it just be an cursed bastard child."
I was named Yuuto, after my condition during my birth, by some woman who came to visit after two weeks of my birth. Don't really remember her face.
The name meant a person who is tender. I was happy, at least someone didn't tender out of barbecue me, the moment i was born.
Well, to be precise I don't really remember much that happened over past couple of years. The conciousness of mine kept fading in, and coming back successively.
With each progressive attempt, the time between succesive awakenings became shorter and shorter, while the time period for which i remained conscious increased.
Even when i wasn't "awake", i had a resemblece of my persona, i might not remember much at that point, but i was still aware enough.
The language was new for me, a little problematic but nothing i can't handle. I spoke my first word "mama" at the ripe age of eight months, while started walking two months before. Its wasn't much special, but still rare in that world, i guess.
Well, to be honest with you she didn't look much happy with me calleing her that. Still, she maintained her distance from me, there were no more murder attempts by her, after the last one... when i was 3 months old, so i was fine mostly.
The etheral countdown clock, that appears infront of me, when i wills it to be was helpful in keeping count of things like that. it began when i was born at thousand cycles and counting backwards.
Mostly worked on my motor skills and absorbing culturr as much as i could, while i pretended to be playing like children are supposed to.
There were things, I was able to gather while eavesdropping on converstation among adults. It was mostly about my mother trying to honeytrap my father, but becoming insane after failing to do so, and how i was the white haired devil, who can speak, when other children are supposed to keep babbling.
To give credit where its due, while the clan choices may have been more than a little over-priced, the had their merit really. In this world, the history and accumilation of your ancestors defines the strength of the connection you share with this world's chakra.
A shinobi with average talent belonging to a clan, will have a considerable edge over one with no clan, that is without taking the resources and backing provided into consideration.
I might have misfired there, but i guess, it will have to do now. After all, this is what i had in my mind, when i began this journey, the traits i selected were the most comprehensive and with the most utility.
Sadly, could have used one, that increases the connection with chakra.
It was hard to determine my pedigree. The residence was a large manor house, i was mostly taken care of maids, i didn't mind really. Nobody like a mother, that might strangle you while breast-feeding. So, there were resons to assume me being a rich kid.
There were occasional shinobis, that dropped by were mostly respectful, when they weren't trying to pop my head like an apple.
Well, they can be distinguished by the stifling feeling they give me, so i cried my lungs out, whenever i felt any one of them coming close.
My caretakers thought, i was sick. Then, i was diagnosed with the case of high chakra sensitivity, making me suitable to be a sensor.
The symptoms included, loss of bowl control and mental faculties, whenever i come across a strong or hostile chakra signature. My past life talents are to be atrributed for this condition, if my opinion is to be considered.
I was the most convenient kid one could imagine of having, something i picked up from my last life. It reduces the workload of my servants, for which i was shown gratitude on many occasion.
Around three months, before my third name day, that is what birthdays are called around here. It happend.
The biggest shock, i had in my new life when i saw the mirror, as one of the maid was presenting me with her gratitude.
A white haired toddler, with healthy pale skin, chubby cheek filled with baby fat and big round eyes. The most beautiful white eyes. Some instances cropped into my head, but were quickly quashed down at the absurdity of them. As, i was busy dealing with the thoughts rampaging inside my head, the timer hits zero days and a prompt popped in front of me.
[FICKLE FATE Trait was activated ]
Fate is a fickle thing, the potential that hides beneath your soul, refuses to lie down and be wasted, the world will, oblivious of your identity, impressed by your exsistence has deemed you worthy enough of bestowing you the honour.
Trait gained by the favour of world's will:
[ DESCENDANT OF OTSUTSUKI CLAN ]
You have descended from a clan that can be considered to be the origin of chakra and shinobi. As your soul has embraced your identity, it greatly enhances your base potential, and connection to the chakra.
Apparently the five thousand points were well spent, if i had the prior knowledge, i could have spend the point differently, the BLOODLINE PATRIACH trait would have been more suitable. No, the traits i picked is what got me this descendant trait anyways, no point in getting stuck over it. But, the next prompt was something else entirely.
[ FAR FROM FORTUNE Trait was activated.]
[ FICKLE FATE Trait had interfered. ]
Fate is fickle thing, as we are aware, it is hard to comprehend and harder to predict.
Instead of not having parents that loves you, you are doomed to have parents that hates you with all their hearts.
Instead of not having a clan, you are cursed with a clan that the despises you for what you are and fears you for what you are not.
'Fair enough, i guess,' still better than being an clanless orphan, if naruto can pull through, there is no rule written saying that i can't. I tried to maintain my composure, but couldn't when,
MAIN CLAN AFFILIATION : HYUGA CLAN
SECONDARY AFFILIATION : KAGUYA CLAN
'Just barely reading the name of clan, painted a vivid picture of a bird of prey, filled with anger and brutality, trapped inside a cage of iron, breaking its wings, trying with all the might it could muster, to escape its prision, only to fall dead the next second.'
To be optimistic, this isn't the worst thing that could happen. And to be honest, "I AM COMPLETELY SCREWED !!!", i screamed internally.
Yes, so the mc turned out to be Kaguya and a Hyuga. And No he will not poke anyone with his bones, its rare in kaguya clan itself. much less a half member. There is also some portion about stabbing, while non of the participants killed anyone, it will take the story further.
All will be revealed, or not, i guess.
I would very much appreciate knowing, what you liked and how could it be better.