Chapter 5 : Best Of both worlds.

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Planning was never my forte.

But luckily for me, it was obvious what I had to do to prevent my father from becoming a murderer.

The turning point in Haku's life is when he'd discovered his powers, his kekkei genkai.

He'd showed his mom his powers and his dad had seen them talking, and because of the hate for blood limit clans that was prevalent in water country Haku's dad did the rational thing and decided to murder his whole family. Of course.

So to prevent all of that from happening I just needed to change one thing.

Haku should never discover his powers.

And since I was Haku, I needed to not discover my blood limit.

I just needed to, literally, do nothing.

It was laughably easy really.

Which is why I was so nervous.

It felt like one of those exams that you think are so easy, you expect to pass them with flying colors but it turns out you failed horribly.

Overconfidence is a tricky bitch.

So, I suppressed my happiness over the fact that, for once, doing nothing could change my life for the better.

Staying away from bodies of water was impossible considering where I lived (water country…it's in the name), so I just resigned myself to being extra careful to not access my chakra.

Which wasn't really hard since I couldn't feel the damn thing.

I had thought that since I came from a world (dimension. reality. whatever.) where chakra was literally a work of fiction I'd be able to feel the difference.

But no such luck. (or misfortune in my situation?)

Chakra was described as a life force, basically the equivalent of a soul. But it ran in vein-like channels; it was closer to blood in that aspect.

From that I'd hypothesized that since I'd never heard of a person who could feel their soul or blood it was possible that feeling chakra was not a civilian thing. It might've been strictly one of those ninja bullshit things.

One most likely had to be trained to feel their own chakra or be born of chakra users.

This brought on a new question.

My mother was part of the Yuki clan, that meant I had a chakra using parent with generations of Shinobi ancestors.

So why could I still not feel my chakra?

Maybe this was a different Naruto dimension where Haku had no blood limit. (not holding my breath for that theory)

Maybe I was not yet old enough to feel my chakra.

Or maybe I had a mental block of some sort because I was so used to not feeling any energy like chakra.

Musings like these were a source of entertainment to me since the most I could do as a kid was read kid books with my developing knowledge of japanese or play with other kids.

None of these theories really mattered though since I'd already determined that I would never use chakra, with my situation even using it in secret was too risky.

Between my happy family and the equivalent of magic, it was not a hard choice to make.

I'd choose my family every time.

So I set out to execute my brilliant plan of not doing anything remotely chakra related.

Living in such a small remote village helped, none of the residents used chakra and the rare ninja that passed by treated civilians like bugs.

In the village, there were only two other kids around my age. A seven year old boy and his six year old sister.

The fact that they were older than my three years (and a half!) of age made them treat me like their pet dog for some reason but I didn't mind.

They were the best reference I could find to follow, I didn't want to stand out by acting like a baby adult without knowing it.

Plus, they were both cute little dumplings.

"Ku-Chan! Look. this is how you do it!" Shin's voice came from behind me.

I turned around to see the boy running towards me, his sister in toe, with a white band around his fingers. He reached my side, panting, then he looked at me with determined eyes.

"I know how to do it. Ma just showed me!" He then twisted his fingers into the band in a game of cat's cradle.

He looked up with a wide dimpled smile matching his sister's except for her two missing teeth. I dreaded the day my teeth would start to fall off.

"Ish cool, no?" Shiro lisped, broad smile still fixed on and wide eyes sparkling.

I smiled back with a small nod.

"Now you try." Shin pushed the band into my hands, eyes expectant.

I'd used to play this game often with my siblings but this body was young and my motor skills had yet to be refined.

I took the band and clumsily twisted my pudgy fingers into it, it wasn't much of a struggle but frustration still surfaced at how little control I had over this body.

Maybe I should play this game more to improve my motor skills?

At the sound of clapping I looked up to find Shiro clapping like I just gave a life changing TED talk.

Shin patted my head with his right hand while fishing for something from his pocket with the other.

"Good job Ku-chan!" He opened his hand in front of my face, in the middle of his palm was a cube of candied fruit wrapped in paper.

I smiled softly, they really were treating me like a dog. But I have always been a bitch for free sweets so who cares.

"Thank you, Shin-kun." I took the candy and immediately ate it.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the delicious taste, this one was watermelon flavored. My favorite.

The siblings' mom made caramelized fruits and sold them as sweets, they were heavenly with a variety of flavors depending on the fruit used.

Fruits had been my favorite thing to eat (right after chocolate and juice) and I'd always had a sweet tooth so this homemade candy was, as the wise Hannah Montana once said, the best of both worlds.

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Author's note :

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