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Chapter 4: Your Prey, My Fear

Everything was grey, the movements of people being left behind in choppy frames. Every human was highlighted in a pale grey-blue. The animals were green, the sky black with scary movements of wisps of clouds that looked more like death. The images were faded, like they were ghosts, and the sounds that were supposed to go along with their activity was drowned out by ominous whispers and phantom screams.

The busy crowd parted, and revealed the dark-haired woman with the hockey mask in full body color, but her image was like looking through the screen of a shaky film.

Just like everyone else.

Blue eyes did shine though, and it was a dangerous kind of shine.

A small child popped out of the crowd, colorful like the woman but his frame was unstable much like hers.

I narrowed my eyes and stared, eyebrows pinching as I studied the world. My hands raised to reveal my palms—

I blanched and stared at them. They were coated in red, bubbling chakra and it burned so much. I couldn't scream, though. I gritted my teeth together, trying to move and failing to move and ending up in pain from the attempt of movement.

What the fuck was going on?

I looked back at the two, but they were gone and so was everyone else. I was left in the empty streets, shaking and trying to move and failing to move and hurting to move.

But I coughed.

I coughed something up.

It burned and cut my throat, and a pain that was similar to the one in my hands was starting in my head. Anxiety and fear made me want to vomit and cry and scream because it was so fucking suffocating and while I did cough something up again, I failed to throw up my dinner because the taste was so repulsive but it was too damn familiar.

It scared me.

(I swore I heard my name—my first name from my first life—but then the world turned froze and I was staring at a haze of a picture I couldn't identify nor remember).

The next time my consciousness knew of existence, I came to notice that I was in a hospital.

And that my right hand hurt so much. I decided against moving it when I opened my eyes. I heard the beeping of a cardio tracking machine and the sound of an oxygen machine doing its work to provide pure oxygen.

I heard my name again.

I shot up, my eyes wide with a raging curiosity. I ripped the oxygen mask off, jumping out of the hospital bed. I yanked needles out placed by the nurse probably a few minutes ago, and the cardio machine was flat lining because it disconnected so suddenly. I saw that my right hand was covered thickly in gauze, and my temple was throbbing, but I didn't think anything of it. I managed to figure the door out (it fucking slid open, and it took me almost a minute to figure that out, what the actual fuck), and ran out into the halls.

Figures were everywhere. They were grey and silver and blue and green like they were in my dream, highlighted but faded like ghosts in a shaky film leaving behind choppy frames and they were busy doing things I couldn't exactly make out because they kept appearing out of the edges of my line of sight and it was fucking annoying!

So I just stopped. I looked around. The hall was…not empty. A few nurses were passing by, patients walking with relatives or friends here and there. But I could still see animals running up and down the way out of the corner of my vision.

Humans were folding laundry, rocks were thrown at women, and blades drove through flesh. Horses galloped and the hands of beasts smashed down upon them. Large tails swung and disrupted the blades driving through flesh, the rocks hitting women and the horses from gracefully running.

At this point, they were just flashes and images.

I kept blinking. It didn't go away after the first hundred or so fucking blinks, so I went along with it.

It was awesome. It was like watching a sequence of events obtained from eons of life, but condensed to a few mere seconds. Everything was happening so quickly, yet I was processing it all like my digestive system would with food. I was fascinated by it more than freaked out. I knew a hallucination when it occurred, this was not it. My mind could never dream this out, because it was never on my mind.

Not even my subconscious, because as magnificent as I am I couldn't muster up such details.

"Little miss, are you okay?"

I looked around, the images blocking my line of sight. But I remained indifferent as I looked at the female nurse standing a few feet behind me. "Yeah," I lied smoothly. "…I'm just trying to find the lunchroom…but, um…I got lost."

"You shouldn't be wandering," the woman pointed out disapprovingly.

The buzzing became evident, the alienated and misplaced sense of disappointment and suspicion accompanying it. I scratched my cheek sheepishly. "I wanted to do it myself…" I excused. "I like my individuality. Besides, I'm fine! I managed to get this far without breaking my face." Please let me go. Just laugh it off and leave please.

The nurse stared in amusement but sighed. "You're going in the right direction," she said. "Just look for the sign, it'll be obvious."

I nodded. "'Kay thanks!" I said. I turned and rushed down the hallway. True to her words, the sign was obvious.

The lunchroom was quiet, and…some parts of it were full of stress, depression and intensity. I avoided those parts, though, as I got the free food. If you were a patient, it was free. Thanks, Kiseki-sensei.

I ate an apple, a breadstick, a muffin and drank some water before getting back to wandering. My stomach was happy and I was bored but curious. Not to mention, my first name was called out by someone. I didn't know who, or why, or how or even what, but I had to find the source.

…

Unless I was the source.

I passed by the "observe an operation" room a few times. By the third time I realized that I was going in circles. So instead of turning left after the green dinosaur print on the wall, I turned right.

I don't know how, but I ended up in the courtyard.

Old people dotted some parts, other children flooded the others, and general injured adults littered the benches. I wandered around the pond, staring at my reflection a few times, walking through the path in my bare feet.

I heard my name get called a-fucking-gain.

My head snapped up as I started looking around. The voice repeated in my head, but I still couldn't tell who it was—or even a possible gender revelation, because it was difficult to imitate.

I looked around, cradling my injured hand. No one was even close enough to me to shout my name that loudly. Hell, no one even knew my name. Honestly, it wasn't the foremost thing on my mind. But I couldn't forget it.

I crossed the bridge over the pond, my head turning and scanning my surroundings. Koi fish were swimming about and going for the food the old and young were throwing at them. Nurses were by people in wheelchairs, young men assisting their mothers in such gentle ways, and father's listening to the stories of his children and his grandchildren.

I gave it all a weird look. It was honestly too cliché for me.

I saw doctors and genin shinobi rush into the courtyard, but they kept as calm as possible for the sake of the patients. I frowned at them. It was obvious they were looking for me. I was conspicuous in my hospital shirt, quarter pants and messy red hair. Not to mention the thick ass gauze around my right hand.

So I hid. Their presences made me uneasy. It felt like they were the enemy, but I didn't understand why. It wasn't something schizophrenic. I knew what that was like, this wasn't it. This was a deep gut feeling that made me want to vomit with anxiety and fear (that was my own this time), and I could just smell the potentially horrific things they might do if they caught me.

It took a few minutes and a lot of patience on my behalf, but eventually they left. One or two genin stayed behind for just in case, though.

They were…easy to sneak behind. A lot of people wore the same outfit as me, and they were passing in small crowds of two or three that I could blend into. I was considered small for my age, too, and I could fit in almost perfectly.

I guessed how long it took for them to find me. I was just sitting in between two people on a chair in the lobby, reading a book that was resting on the seat. So many dense shinobi passed by me. I could easily recognize the fact that they were talented, and that they were searching for me, so for them to pass me hundreds of times without noticing that I was right there was hilariously embarrassing.

"What do you think you're doing, young lady?"

Sheepishness blanketed my face before I looked up to Sakumo. The lingering look of anxiety creased his features but he looked extremely relieved. I smiled and closed to book with my one available hand. All I could mange was, "Um."

Sakumo raised an eyebrow. He got me out of the chair, and grabbed my hand. "C'mon, let's get back to your room," he grumbled.

I frowned. The heavy feeling of disappointment coming with the buzzing feeling made me feel small and weak.

I hated feeling small and weak.

So I just looked down and followed him like how a good generic child would.

"Her awakening was very unpredicted," I heard the doctor say. "The medically induced coma hadn't been lifted yet, as a matter of fact, so she shouldn't have woken up."

I frowned a little as I continued drawing with my brothers. Why would I need to be put under?

"Onee-chan," Obito said.

I blinked a looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Will you be okay?" he asked.

Over the three weeks Obito has lived with us, he's gotten attached to me and Kakashi like a leech. As loud and boisterous as he was, we were his security. He was actually older than Kakashi by months, too, born early February, but he was…quiet when it came to certain things. So I just smiled. "Well clearly I haven't broken my face yet," I pointed out, "so that's a good sign, right?"

Kakashi stared at me like I was stupid and Obito just laughed. I smirked.

"Hey, Haru—come over here," Sakumo said. "The doctor wants to talk to you."

I nodded and stood up, turning away from my two younger brothers. I headed towards the two, and innocently blinked at them.

Sakumo smiled and put his hand on my shoulder with a gentleness that scared me. I knew what it meant, but it wasn't set in stone and I prayed it wouldn't be. "The doctor wants to ask you some questions," he said.

I nodded again and looked at the female doctor. "What is it?" I asked.

She smiled at me kindly as well. "Miss Haruto, did you see…strange things?" she asked. "Like…for example: A dinosaur, or perhaps flashes of things at the edge of your line of sight."

Oh.

"Well, I did see a green dinosaur print on the hallway wall."

I see, now…

"Ah, that's the norm. Now, did you feel extremely scared? Or something of the sorts, at the least."

Things were eerily similar to what my old life was like.

"Well the beeping machine kind of scared me…"

The doctor smiled in amusement and nodded. "What about after that?"

"I was curious. I've never been to a place like this."

Unstable.

"Oh, is that why you hid from us?"

I shook my head. "It was overwhelming," I said. It really wasn't, but honestly I'm starting to dislike this place.

"And scary?"

"Maybe a little."

Weird.

"Did you see weird things?" she asked again. "Like strange unexplainable creatures or people who don't seem to belong."

I shook my head again. I did not hallucinate. There was the sliver of a chance that it was possible, but I didn't believe in that chance. I knew my brain was creative, vivid and complex but at the same time very simple, but it couldn't think up of such large beasts.

They were all so beautifully different. Their origins seemed to have been normal animals but they were clearly mutated. One of them appeared to be a kitsune with nine tails. Its hands were human-like, its ears fennec fox-like and its eyes might've been a blazing red but I couldn't remember it clearly.

"Alright…one more question…" the doctor said. "Did you have a dream while you were sleeping?"

I blinked almost owlishly, but then I shook my head again. "No."

The doctor frowned a little, tipping her head towards Sakumo who just shrugged. She sighed almost in disappointment. That made me mentally withdrawal into myself a little. Disappointment was always something that hurt me severely no matter where it was directed.

I looked down.

The doctor leaned in and started murmuring. "May I talk to you alone, Haru-chan?" she asked kindly.

I looked at her, suddenly seeing flashes of red coat her skin. I blinked it away. "Uh…sure," I responded.

Sakumo called for Kakashi and Obito, who obediently followed him out, and I was left alone with the doctor. She was giving me bad vibes, and it made me cringe because they were so strong.

Stronger than fucking John Cena.

(BUH DUH-DUH-DUHH—)

"I know you're lying."

I frowned at the woman. "But I'm not." I was a professional liar. I'm pretty sure I would be able to lie to fucking Crowley, but the chance never came to me. The red kept flickering—on, and off, and on, and when it finally stopped she stayed red. I swallowed nervously. Never have I ever: "Felt this nervous"; I haven't.

The woman glared. She glared.

What a fucking bitch, no one glares at me and gets away with it.

So being the stupid idiot I am, I glared back. "I'm not lying," I said again. "If I was, you'd know 'cause my ears get red." Not anymore though.

"How do you know that?"

"'Cause I was told so."

The doctor leaned back and crossed her legs. She scanned me up and down judgmentally. "Uh-huh," she replied in disbelief. "I don't believe that, little demon."

My mouth instantly snapped shut and I fumbled over my thoughts. That was very pedophilic. And I'd know, I've had my fair share of run-in's with paeds. I felt my expression get tense as I grimaced.

But those words did have another meaning. My name, from my first life, meant "demon".

So I just stared, wondering if this damn bitch was the reason why I was seeing all these people highlighted in all of these colors. It had to be initiated by a drug; something had to be injected into me before waking—

I craned my neck and looked at the IV. I sat in the chair Sakumo had been sitting in earlier, staring at the bag of clear liquid. The needle had stayed in my arm. It was still sore, and the pain was something I never really noticed. But you never leave an IV needle in ones arm. You inject the medicine, and then you're done. It doesn't stay that way for long periods of time.

I looked at the doctor and offered a flash of a dangerous smile. "That is not IV," I spoke formally. "It's a drug, no? Because you know more than what you let on, and it's unnerving to me."

She almost blanched, but she kept her composure. "I do know lots more about you, little demon," she said. "I don't believe I introduced myself. My name is Saturn."

I blinked in disbelief and stared. "I'm sorry, but can you say that again? You said your name is Saturn?"

She smiled.

I had to blink multiple times. Her image was suddenly coated in green, mixed with white, and it was a very royal combination of colors. But, as far as I was concerned, Saturn doesn't exist. A god of time, generation and liberation (to name a few), and an ancient Roman god. Son of Terra and Caelus and father to Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto, Juno and Ceres—and his Greek equivalent was Cronus.

(Yes, I'm very educated in Roman and Greek mythology).

I cringed. "Saturn," I repeated.

"Yes, that's my name. Don't wear it out," she said.

I frowned. "This event is random," I stated.

"Planned," she corrected. "Your happenstance was planned, as was this."

I blinked at her and tipped my head. "What do you mean?"

She folded her hands, her fingers hugging her hands. She sighed. "Porro fabula previs," she whispered, her tongue fluently speaking Latin. "Et delevit omnem substantiam et speciem a solaris procellis est exceptis nobis deos."

My eyes widened dramatically. "Nequicquam eas esse solaris procellae."

Saturn smiled sadly. "We thought this, too," she said sadly. "The solaris procellae hit us as a surprise. It seemed to have spawned out of nowhere. The energy was too great, and it ended in turning our own gravity against us. Everything was crushed within minutes. It was all condensed to the core and turned into what you know, today, as Pluto."

I felt my breath hitch in my throat. To have that much magnetic energy…putty ducking shat. It's probably have to have the gravitational power of—of fucking Canis Majoris. That damn hot circle of fire and gravity was the biggest star known to humanity for a very fucking long time.

I looked at Saturn in alarm, and I had to give her a begging look to tell me more.

What she was saying, to water it down, is that the planet that Saturn lived on was crushed to the core by a solar storm with such great potential magnetic energy that it was all gone and turned into a mere mini planet within minutes. "H-how big was the planet…before…?"

"Probably as big as Jupiter." Saturn smiled nostalgically. "Full of magnificent life…"

I shook my head. "Okay, I don't need to hear your stories," I said with a short tone. "What I need to know is why you're suddenly revealing these things to me."

Saturn rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll tell you," she said. "You are here because the solaris procellae is coming back. It won't be on a very big scale, but it'll be enhanced by future events. You can stop these events from happening beforehand, and we have found that all of the people you've gotten yourself involved with, and the people that you've tried to fix but never seemed to work out, were fixed because of your words and your actions—perhaps not all of them, though, since some people were too far gone to be saved…but you managed to put them to rest at the very least."

I just nodded slowly, because that was very true and very hidden. Socio-psychopath I may be, one should never suffer for eternity.

"You have a knack for fixing," she continued. "So start fixing." She craned her neck. "Or alter, at the very least. We don't care how you do it, the Papilio Effectus will come into play. It can be full of death for all the changes—just stop the Jūbi from rising again."

"Again?"

Saturn huffed and stood up, stepping out of the room quickly. She was obviously talking to Sakumo, and I, too, huffed with irritation.

She wouldn't be answering.

That was disappointing…

But, anyway…

…Saturn.

Fucking Saturn of all people; why Roman gods, too? What the actual shit.

But…Jūbi.

What the fuck, how am I going to change "everything"…?

Time was a complete blur after Saturn revealed itself.

So many times have I seen it (Saturn's preferred pronoun), and so many more have I wanted to talk to it. Its actions confused me; it blended in crowds and changed its sex and general body structure and features. The only reason why I could ever spot it was because of the royal green and white that decorated its skin like the shimmers of an ocean during midday tropical sunlight, and the fact that its hair was always curly.

I've counted the times I've seen Saturn. A total of twenty-five have I visually encountered it…in three years. Never once did we approach each other.

In the meanwhile, I found myself to be…unstable, thanks to the war I was fighting. It was nothing like the street fights I've seen, or the murders I've witnessed, or the stabs of a legal pocket knife, or the holes of a gunshot wound…it was a full-blown war out there.

As in fucking Isis versus The World kind of war.

Everybody has forgotten why the Second War ended and the Third started…and they say it's because of failed negotiation. Kiseki had details on it, though, and we were filled in…

The war started just out of spite. Out of revenge, hatred for one but never for another…all of this death and these scars on every single level were instigated by the hate fucking Iwagakure no Sato felt for us.

I swear, they're shitbags. Just like Donald Trump.

I was just about done with the war. Three years of fighting out of hate? That was a terrible motivation for me.

So, when I got back from a mission guarding a borderline landmark, beaten and injured, I sought out Saturn.

I found it fairly easy. It was sitting at a coffee shop table, its spiny, long chicken fingers cradling an espresso cup.

I sat down across from Saturn, and smiled bitterly. My split lip cracked, but I disregarded it. I had a bruise on my back and a black eye (curtesy of a taijutsu fight), and my knee was hugged by a brace.

I also changed my shinobi attire. I wore skin-tight quarter pants, and a short waist apron that covered my weapons; four specially-made kunai (Kazue gave them to me as a graduation gift, so strange but so…so touching…), a pouch of pills and medical supplies, and an even larger pouch for wire, paper bombs, kunai and poison-tipped senbon. My turtle neck shirt was sleeveless, and my gloves extended up to my elbows.

My Konoha headband hugged my forehead, and my hair had grown out long enough to spike out (naturally) and cover my right eye and most of the headband's metal plate.

Saturn gave me a smile. It looked more female today, as its curly hair was long and styled feminine-like. Not to mention its decently slim body (mm, good shit). "You seek assistance," it said.

I tipped my hurting head. "Why else would I come to you?" I retorted.

Saturn chuckled and sipped its coffee. "Well, seeing as you seek my aid, I'll ask. What do you need?"

"Where is the shipping route for Iwa's supplies?" I asked, because cut off the supplies cut off the survival.

"They only have three," it answered easily. Its skin shimmered more white now. "But there is one main one that is wide and hidden enough to carry most of their extremely necessary needs. The other two are too narrow and dangerous, and many animals die carrying supplies like writing utensils and paper."

I nodded slowly, stealing a drink of its espresso. Saturn frowned at me, though it didn't reject. "And if I cut off the main one?"

"They will find a new one, but it wouldn't survive during a war," Saturn continued. "They'd be forced into submission." Its amber eyes narrowed. "I'm taking a guess to say that you're going to destroy it."

I nodded again. "I am," I said, keeping my voice down. "This farce is making me pissy. My bad days will be worse th'n this damned war."

"How will you get there?"

"First, tell me the location of the main route."

"Kannabi Bridge."

I frowned at that. It translated into something like "where the gods don't go"…and that's unnerving, to be honest. "I'm assuming you won't go there."

Saturn laughed as it sipped its coffee. "Please, no place on this planet can scare me," it spoke.

I smirked at that, because it was true. "Alrighty," I said. "Do you think anythings gonna happen?"

"I wouldn't know, I'm rarely on the battlefield these days," Saturn said longingly. It shrugged. "Now go make your earth-shattering plan. I wish to enjoy a coffee."

I frowned at it.

"Being my age does that to you," it said. "So shoo."

"Okay, okay…" I rolled my eyes, standing up, and leaving the coffee shop. I looked over my shoulder from the street to see what Saturn was doing, but it wasn't there anymore.

A mere empty space; that was it.

I frowned almost sadly, but chuckled at myself and walked away.

Just like normal, ehh.

(I'm not Canadian).

When I arrived home, I flopped onto my head with a loud groan. I decorated the room I woke up in, one section for painting, one section for oil pastel, one section for color pencil and sketches in general. It might seem like I'm spoiled, but honestly other then my weapons and my art supplies, I just had bedding and clothing. But even then neither were super high in supply, and most of my clothes were black, indigo or blue. There were the stray colors like red but I honestly don't wear that unless I go out in public.

I rolled over, and stared up at my ceiling with a plain expression. Saturn was helpful for once. I do believe it just popped up out of nowhere at all random times, some of the moments uselessly trying to be useful.

But now the seeing:meeting ratio was 26:2 with Saturn. I know for sure that the meeting ratio wouldn't sky rocket anytime soon; it was ridiculous.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I would go to Kannabi as soon as I can. It's borderline Kusa, and I do remember my geographic locations decently well.

I drew in another breath of beautiful air and rolled over onto my side, hugging my pillow and just thinking.

Since the Kannabi was their main route for shipping, I'd have to assume that it's guarded by at least a small squad chūnin and jōnin. It can't be guarded in large quantities. It had to be put under the wraps or else they'd be figured out, and the route would be targeted. It can't exactly be abandoned.

I huffed. This war reminded me a bit of my old life. The "killing out of spite" part, at the very least. A bitter smile stretched at my lips. The missions were something I was so comfortable with; always restless and always worried that we'd be attacked. The thrill of battle was home, and running was the forthcoming of home.

By all means, I'm not normal.

I graduated with an Associates degree and went through Honors English, was well-educated on anatomy and physiology, as well as psychology. I ended up going through with a Bachelors degree in both the medical and psychological industry, and I always had a knack for reading people. And according to Saturn, my way of fixing or put people to rest cut deep.

Everybody was different, the majority are always going to be similar. Put faith in them and assure them that everything would get better. Couldn't save everyone, and oddly enough I've found that I don't feel that weight.

I found myself sighing heavily. Fuck this. Fuck this entire planet.

I sat up and rushed out of my room, exiting the compound without telling the world where I was going. I needed to take a long ass walk.

And maybe talk to Saturn again, because I needed its help right now.

Ahh, yes. Roman, Greek and Japanese mythology now. This chapter is a big bite for the small fish if I have to say so myself. It's not "super big", though; it's more like foreshadowing…

"Porro fabula previs: "Long story short"; "Et delevit omnem substantiam et speciem a solaris procellis est exceptis nobis deos": "a solar storm happened and wiped out every living species made excluding us gods".

"Nequicquam eas esse solaris procellae": "A solar storm on Earth could never be possible"

"Solaris procellae": "solar storm"

"Papilio Effectus": "Butterfly Effect"

Ugh, I wish there was an in-depth footnote system…