This chapter was fun to write, the invasion in reality did not last long, but I was able to give Dei a cool moment. This chapter deals with bad pronunciations of names, grief and awkward conversations, all wrapped up with a lovely little bow.
Thank you lovies for the faves, follows and review- HOLY SHIT, WHEN DID WE HIT 300 FOLLOWS?! AND 200 FAVES?! You guys are amazing! Thank you so much!
IsraAl'Attia-Theron: Thanks for the ideas XD I had to add the Hiruzen bit into this chapter! He is just so done with Deidara's chaos that he brings just by existing.
MelonLordOfMelons: I'm gonna keep Sasuke's future partner a secret, in all honesty it's right in your face. But I'll keep my lips shut. I'll add some more Haku and Zabuza moments and make a side story later on them, but I can't dedicate a whole chapter to the pair.
Asia1990: Don't worry hun, you're not annoying, in fact I find the reviews to be adorable! I love the energy you put into it. Tobirama-baka and Madara are so mean to Deidara sometimes XD I think it's one thing the two have in common. I used some of the suggestions you had in a the side story, but because it would be too personal on my life, I kept it to a comment. Thanks for all the love! ^.^
Azaira: While I can see your perspective on how messy writing the curse mark can get, please do remember that this is no longer the original Deidara. This is an SI, and it has been stated in multiple occasions that she sees Orochimaru as a joke. As a result, the curse mark is in a way the consequence of being too comfortable in his presence. Also, the curse mark of heaven/earth do not have an incapacitation feature. They will go dormant if unused for a long period of time and when Orochimaru reactivates them (as seen in the Forest of Death with Anko), the pain renders the user motionless. He has curse marks FOR paralyzation, but not these particular marks. Personally, I also hate it when the main characters get the mark, but I chose Deidara to receive it because Orochimaru would take the gamble in hopes of killing him. The scene was written with the intent on being quick and sudden, I didn't see the enjoyment in building it up which would make it obvious. I do appreciate the feedback though, it's nice to see opinions that are different from what most say. So thanks. :)
silverwolf310: It involves a lot of people changing their pants later on, that's for sure. XD
VenaHope: I have plans on saving at least 2 Akatsuki members (the rest are undetermined), and Madara will know in like… the bottom of this chapter lol. Can I be honest? When I saw your review, my brain glossed over the word "killer" so I read it as "hunker down with a whole lot of weed" and I had to reread that. Made me laugh for a few minutes. XD
ArmCannos34:I don't know if that was a typo or not, but Dadara is a beautiful word and I am glad you invented it.
Guest: Madara is becoming fond, Dei is hard to hate, he's like a koala, once he gets attached he won't let go.
duchessliz: Glad you liked the hickey bit! Also YAY! Good to know you like it, cause that pairing is here to stay. Sorry about Kabuto luv, but yeah he gets to live.
Mackenzie Willow: He might at some point too, if you catch my drift. XD Dad!Madara is fun to write, with a mix of crazy on the side. And hey, Dei needed an excuse to try and join the battle, just use his age as an excuse!
Been listing them for 21 chapters, you know when people are talking or thinking lol.
Warning: Language, violence, animal deaths, chewing out Jiraiya, awkward conversations, and complete geek moments.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto… and for good measure I also do not own Game of Thrones, Drogon is in this, so I gotta make the disclaimer.
While trying to sense Daiki in all of the chaos I decide to visit one of Orochimaru's bodyguards that are keeping the barrier up. Thankfully, the closes one was the only female.
"Hey Tatuya, un!" The girl ignores me, as if not understanding that I'm talking to her. Rude, granted she was a little bitch in the anime.
"Tatuya? Yoohoo, redhead, un?" Is she an Uzumaki? Granted her hair is more of a pale red instead of that fiery patch of "gah my eyes are burning" red like Kushina and Karin have. It's still pretty on her.
Finally, the girl snaps her attention to me pissed, "My name's Tayuya, you jackass! And how the fuck do you know my name?!"
My brain freezes, wait… her name's Tayuya?! I've been calling her Tatuya since I was 12 in my past life! No one bothered correcting me!
Feeling my childhood crush in on itself, "Sorry… I uh… I'm bad with… names… Um… I… MASATO, I'M HAVING A LIFE CRISIS, UN!" I bolt to Madara, face turning red as I felt like a complete idiot at the moment. Tayuya glaring daggers into my back but is momentarily shocked at seeing my curse mark.
3rd person POV
Despite the fact that Hashirama and Tobirama should be fighting Hiruzen right now, no one was moving. The reason was plain and simple.
Hiruzen and Orochimaru just witnessed a 16-year-old reanimate the infamous Uchiha Madara!
Orochimaru was stumped, it took him years to not only perfect his edo tensei, but another several years to collect the DNA of the Shodai and Nidaime Hokage. How did a brat get the DNA of an Uchiha, whose body vanished off the face of the earth?!
Hiruzen was just done, straight up done. He looks at the sky in a silent prayer just before going into battle against his former student and senseis.
'Tsunade, I wish you luck. Deidara is a handful and he won't make your life easy. At least he will be on your side, he's a better friend than an enemy.'
Deidara's POV
Madara was in the middle of a one-hand strangling someone when I rushed to his side, "You are too much like a mini-feminine Hashirama that it is almost concerning." He breaks the man's neck with a single twitch of his hand, before tossing the corpse to the side.
He patiently waits for me to stop looking like autumn threw up on my head before I sense a familiar heartbeat. Without another word I head into the village streets, Madara taking his sweet time following me.
Honestly, we're being invaded, and he's practically smelling flowers while death is raining on him. (AN: Typical Sunday morning for Madara, killing people while smelling roses along the way.)
Sometimes I keep forgetting he's use to this.
Creating C1s, I chuck them at Oto shinobi that were surrounding Daiki. The brunette happily waves at me, nearly getting stabbed in the process, holy shit, I really do have to hover these people.
"Daiki! Focus on the enemies dammit, un!" A swift kick to the gut sent one of the Oto shinobi flying. Several were coming from both sides but I block one and Daiki the other.
"Aw come on senpai have some fun! Hey! Let me show you my special powers!" I also forgot how fast the kid talked.
I internally snort at his excitement, but nod anyway, 'Let me guess. He discovered a new shuriken jutsu? Or maybe phoenix flower jutsu? He is a fire user after all. Or is it-'
"Scorch release: Extremely Steaming Murder!"
'Wait what?' I feel my mouth drop open as Daiki creates flying orbs of mini suns that gently tap the Oto shinobi. I heard of scorch release, but considering I barely remember the war, all I could vaguely recall was some chick from Suna used it.
I watch in horror and mind interest as the bodies rapidly evaporate of all their liquids, crumbling into mummified husks. Madara kept his distance, but even I could tell behind his mask that he was impressed.
Note to self: Do not become Daiki's enemy.
The green eyed boy jumps up and down in front of me, his entire being was screaming out, "Praise me! Notice me senpai! Be impressed!" as my mind was trying to focus on anything BUT the bodies.
"I…" I gulp, while also gaining new found respect for the boy, "Good job Daiki, you'll become a jounin in no time, un."
I was soon caught in a tight hug, "Thank you senpai! I wanted to show you but I was worried I would accidentally hurt you! Seeing my jutsu meant alot to me senpai!" I can't breath.
"Y-yeah, great kid... P-please stop killing me with your hugs!" Daiki quickly set me down- wait a fucking minute why is he taller than me?! I just noticed that he was a few inches taller than me. A mini wave of depression sank in as I realized that by shippuden, I'll be shorter than the majority of the males.
Being short is going to suck.
"Where to now senpai?" I look over at Daiki. That was a very good question, I don't want to interfere with Naruto's fight, I can sense that he just summoned Gamabunta. A sharp wave of pain on my neck reminded me that Orochimaru was still alive and that my loved ones were not safe yet.
"I need to get to the hospital, Kimimaro is there, un." Before Daiki could respond, I grabbed him and leaped away just as two giant snakes destroy the building beside us, "Aw come on Orochimaru! I love snakes, and now I have to kill some?!"
"This is child's play." I give Madara an annoyed sideways glance as the man activates his mangekyou sharingan. Before I could tell him to back off, he summons his Susano-o, not his perfect one with the tengu face, just a normal one.
I am pretty sure everyone within a mile radius is either watching this thing form in awe, or pissing themselves. Very few shinobi have ever seen an Uchiha's Susano-o, even I'm having a major fangirl attack on the inside.
"If this is child's play, then be an adult and let the children have their fun, un!" Wanting to show off, I pull out Drogon from my pouch and poof him into his full size.
Remember how I said some shinobi were pissing themselves? Well, now there are some shitting themselves.
I hear Madara give a half-assed chuckle while standing by Drogon, deactivating his Susano-o, "Then show me your abilities. I do not recall ever witnessing this technique of yours before."
"That's because I'm the only shinobi alive that can do this, un! Daiki! Get off Drogon, it's gonna get messy and I don't need your guts getting in my hair!" Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my face. Is this what Deidara would always feel when using his masterpieces?
"Right senpai!" He leaps off as the two snakes coil themselves around Drogon.
Focusing my chakra into my feet so I don't fall off. I left the sculpture tumble and bite at the snakes, being able to rip off the head of the smaller of the two.
The bigger snake got smart, getting out of Drogon's bite range and focusing its attention on me. But the reptile seem to have forgotten one teeny tiny detail, wings.
With a powerful stroke, Drogon flew into the air, clamping its claws into the snake's body as we went higher and higher into the air. I had to grip onto the earthy scales so I didn't fall off. Using my scope, I zoom in on various locations to gauge how much longer the invasion will last.
The roof with Hiruzen and Orochimaru is like a mini forest, but otherwise stilled, it's so tinted that I can barely make out Hiruzen and Orochimaru at a standstill. Their fight is almost over, Hiruzen won't last for much longer.
Turning my head more westward, Naruto had transformed Gamabunta into the nine-tailed fox and is slowly making his climb to Gaara. Well, Panda-kun is gonna get the Headbutt of Love soon, so I can hug him later.
"Phew… things seem to be almost over, un." Of course, there is still the fact that there is a giant snake trying to eat me.
Down below, I hear Daiki call out to me, "Senpai! Kill that thing with your pop-art!" My brain froze again.
'He said the line… he said the line! Holy shit I can use the phrase! Daiki, I love you right now… as a brother.' My whole body shook with excitement as I leaped off Drogon, which made Daiki panic as I am now falling.
"Daiki! Understand this! Pop is dead. My art, is superflat, un!" I weave my signature hand sign as my creation flew higher into the air, keeping the snake in its grasps.
Fun fact about Drogon...
"KATSU!"
It's a C3.
The world went quiet for only half a second, before the air erupted into a stream of fire, spreading out into a dome like cloud of red and oranges. The force of the blast increased the speed of my falling and I quickly grabs some clay to make a bird so I could get to safety.
Or I would, if a certain Uchiha hadn't stole my thunder and caught me in the air.
"Hey gramps, I had this under control, un." I pouted at Madara who ignored me and landed onto the ground, creating a harsh crater.
"You use too much chakra when you're being flashy." Says the guy that calls everything a dance! "Battle is a form of art."
Oops, didn't mean to say that out loud.
Daiki ran up to me, about to say something when he was cut off by a raspy voice, "Kid, you okay?"
Turning my head, Haku and Zabuza were running towards us. I wave at the pair grinning like an idiot, "Hey guys, did you see my art, un?"
"See it? You couldn't miss that from outside the village. What happened?" Zabuza raises a non-existent eyebrow, also noting the masked poofy haired shinobi practically hovering me.
Haku leaves Zabuza's side and stands in front of me, "Deidara-san, are you alright? You're not injured?" His eyes become big with concern, adding more to his adorableness.
I let out an unmanly squeal and dramatically hug Haku, rubbing my cheek against his head, "Ooooh you're so sweet! Yes, I am fine, un!" Haku really should have seen this coming, I smother him everytime he is within arms reach. Though the lack of struggles indicates that the shorter teen didn't mind.
While still holding the ice muffin, I look at Zabuza, "Had any problems?" Granted that is a stupid question, his damn sword is stained red!
"Haku took care of most of the problems. We stunned the Suna but killed the Oto." Meaning Haku did the stunning and he did the killing, fair enough.
"Alright, thanks you two. The invasion is almost over so go help out any injured people please, un." I let Haku go and the two vanish back into the chaos.
"What was that about senpai?"
I look back to Daiki, softly shaking my head, "Nothing kid. Nothing, un."
I quickly head out to the hospital, what amused me was that the only ones that got in our way were Oto shinobi. In fact, I think my little artistic display scared the Suna shinobi into backing off entirely.
Reaching the room where Kimimaro was in, I knock on the door, ignoring the either unconscious or dead bodies of enemy shinobi, "Neji, open up, un."
I feel him activate his byakugan, "How do we know you are the real Dei-"
"Hun, don't play that bullshit with me. You can see my goddamn chakra, now let me see my brother before I kick your skinny ass, un." The boy wisely threw the door open. Daiki and Madara follow me into the spacious room.
Kimimaro was still asleep, and the twins were watching the fights from by the window. Sakon nod towards me, "Nice fireworks display, think you can add more color next time?"
I snort, "Only if you help me test them. How's Kimimaro?" I sit by my brothers bed, he was breathing at least.
Neji folds his arms, glaring at Daiki and Madara with skeptical eyes, "He is stable. But moving him could kill him. We've had a few people from Otogakure try to get in to collect Kimimaro… the twin's kunai should be enough explanation on what happened to them." He jabs his thumb at the smirking pair.
Understanding that I'm in a safe environment, Madara jumps out the window and proceeds to have more fun outside. We all sat there in silence, the only sound were from Kimimaro's heart monitor, and the occasional yell outside.
A familiar set of footsteps sends me to my feet, along with everyone else as they cannot feel what I feel.
Hiashi steps into the room, his facial expression visibly relaxes seeing his nephew is unharmed. Hanabi is quietly standing behind him, still giving me the stink eye because I have her sister's attention.
"Hiashi-sama, what brings you here, un?" I bow respectfully towards him while giving his daughter a cheeky grin.
The Hyuuga sighs, obviously tired from the fighting, "The invasion is over, we won."
A few days later
The outcome was still the same, Naruto talk-no-jutsued Gaara's evil out and Suna surrendered while Oto fled. According to the ANBU Orochimaru lived and had his arms sealed. Gaara left before I could talk to him, but I can visit Suna whenever I wanted to.
And Hiruzen…
I calmly stood next to Naruto as the funeral took place. I kept my hair down and in a braid for this occasion, gently running my hand through my brother's spiked locks as he was unable to truly understand the situation. It began to rain as the village elders spoke out their farewells and Konohamaru's quiet sobs reached my ears.
I guess some things I cannot change no matter how I plan things out. There seemed to be a barrier around me as everyone's grief bounced away from me, I lack the ability to feel broken at a funeral. They're dead, at peace, loved ones surrounding them as everyone says their final goodbyes.
I just don't mourn in groups.
I give Kakashi a pleading look as I needed to get out of this environment. A single nod from the jounin had me silently leave the area with my head bowed low.
Everywhere I went there was nothing but grief. There was nowhere I could go that didn't have someone mourning either a lost loved one, or angrily expressing their hatred for Otogakure. The anime didn't show the magnitude of how much Hiruzen's death affected others, I'm witnessing it first hand.
I ended up finding myself on a rooftop just staring blankly at an ever-growing puddle. I focused my entire being on my breath as my body shivered from the cold rain, 'This is only the beginning in a series of deaths, I just know it… Hiruzen wanted this to happen… I just have to keep moving forward with the plan…"
Tsunade is coming home soon, I'm running out of time.
"So, you knew this was going to happen?"
I jump slightly and turn to see a serious expression plastered on Jiraiya's face. Biting my lip, I give him a timid nod before returning my attention to the puddle.
I hear the man sigh, "Look kid, lets get out of this rain. Won't do you well to get sick."
Remembering the last time I was ill I slowly got to my feet and followed him to a tea shop. The lady running it took one look at me, recognize my face from the many visits I've had there with Anko, noticed I'm dripping wet and did not hesitate to get me a towel.
I put my hair into a towel turban and quietly drank my tea as Jiraiya stared me down. Why is it that everytime I actually talk one-on-one with adults, they have to stare me down? I never lose these.
"How much do you know about me, un?"
"What do you think I know?" Oh no, I am too emotional to play that game right now. I'm 16, not 5, if you want to play it right, you'll need the sharingan to get information from me.
"Just tell me what Hiruzen told you… please, I don't think I'm mentally… all there for games…" I rest my head in my arms as Jiraiya finally sighs.
"Well…"
Flashback-no-jutsu
3rd person POV
"Why is an S-ranked criminal like Deidara raising Naruto, sensei?!" Jiraiya was furious. He just learned that his godson was being raised by someone who, not only completely vanished from the bingo books a few years back, but is now a jounin in Konoha.
Hiruzen gave an inward groan, he should have expected this, "Deidara has been taking care of Naruto since he was eleven and the boy was six. He waltzed into the village, was questioned and observed for a month… after that we had no issues." The nonchalant shrug of his shoulders didn't seem to calm the other man's nerves.
"None? At all?" Jiraiya was finding this all too hard to believe.
"Jiraiya… Deidara is… a special case. One that allows him to do everything he does, like bringing in Zabuza of the Seven Swordsmen, or constantly butting heads with Orochimaru." Which reminded Hiruzen that he needed to make copies of the adoption papers for the former Kiri shinobi.
"But the kid is- wait he's been doing what?!" The toad sage has been trying to track down Orochimaru for years, and this kid is just encountering his old friend? "And he has been bringing in WHO?!"
Hiruzen inhales from his pipe, "Like I said, he is a special case. He knows things."
Jiraiya snorts, "Like what? The future? That's crazy!" He laughs, only for it to quickly die down when he saw his teacher was not laughing, "... You're serious aren't you?"
The old man nods, "Very… he as more than once proven it. Surely he has mentioned a few things to you already."
There was a pause, "He mentioned Minato and Kushina… For a second, I thought he actually was related to the kid, he had the blond hair and blue eyes of the Namikaze clan." (AN: Making it clear here, Deidara is not related to Minato in this fic. I'm just having Jiraiya make his point.)
Hiruzen slowly gets up from his chair and looks out the window, he can sense Deidara quickly leaving the village for something. He briefly looks back at his student, "Talk to Deidara when you can. He should explain everything… everything that I will not be around to say."
Flashback ends
Deidara's POV
"So, did you know that he was going to die?" Jiraiya takes a sip of his tea while I collected my thoughts.
I calmly nod, "Yes… I did, un."
"Then why weren't you there to help him? He would be alive right now if he had help." I appreciated the fact that he was not screaming in my face at the moment.
"I was but… it's…" I sigh, "Complicated… He wanted to face Orochimaru alone, I disobeyed… and one of my jutsu forced me to leave the battlefield, un."
There was a pause, "You know of a future I'm guessing? That's why you're getting involved with Naruto's and other's lives. You want to change what you know."
Finally, someone that gets it, "Yeah… I… I don't feel comfortable enough to tell you how I know everything that I do… but I promise that I will explain everything soon."
Jiraiya nods, "Understandable. The Great Toad Sage informed me that 'a child of great knowledge is changing the very timeline itself' or something of that matter. He knows a lot of things."
I perk up, 'The old toad! Maybe he has answers to why I'm here! Maybe… I'll ask him if I can't learn the truth on my own.' (AN: Pride over instant knowledge.)
But it seemed as if Jiraiya wasn't done with this conversation, "Why did you get involved with Naruto? You know who he is and the dangers involved, especially considering your past record I would have thought you wouldn't care." He crosses his arms. Granted, he is just concerned for the kid, but he should have chosen his words more carefully.
I straightened my back so fast the turban flew off my head, blond hair cascading down my face and naturally covering my closed eye.
"My past record?" I place my hand on my chest, "MY past record? Well, excuse me for being the only person in this goddamn world that was willing to take him in, un! Kami forbid you failed at doing so despite being his fucking godfather." Grief and sadness for me usually channels into my anger which I close off, and Jiraiya sadly was the one to open the box.
His eyebrows narrow, "What do you mean-"
"Do you know what Naruto's life was before I showed up? Nobody would adopt him, he got kicked out of the orphanage at a young age, everyone treated him like dirt and belittled his existence! He was so hungry for love that someone that he barely knew for a few minutes," I point at myself, "was able to swoop in and raise him, un."
Jiraiya tenses up at the idea of his godson being in that situation, "I should have checked on him…"
Now, in most situations, I would have pat his shoulder and tell him not to blame himself, that it was okay.
But then again, Jiraiya is eleven years too late for that party.
"Yeah, you should have. Where the hell were you?" My voice became a low growl as I move to stand before the sage, "Where were you when Naruto was born, when Kushina-san was at her most vulnerable? Where were you when no one wanted him? He was abandoned and forced to fend for himself. Where were you, when an S-rank criminal walked into Konoha and took him in?" As if the universe was on my side, a clap of thunder and lighting struck as I slammed my hand on the table, sending the room in a temporary glaze of white light.
Jiraiya was left speechless for a moment, "I was a spy for Konoha! I was investigating Orochimaru's movements and the Akatsuki!"
"And writing that mess you call romance. You have no goddamn excuse, un. Did you know the Akatsuki has wanted me to join for years now?" I watch as he nods slightly, "What if I was a member when I first met Naruto? Hmm? I gain his trust, take him for a nice little walk outside the village… and they would have had the kyuubi without causing a single drop of blood to fall, un. That, is what you risked by being absent in his life..."
I settle back down in my seat as Jiraiya stares at me with saucer eyes, the thought of 6-year-old Naruto being killed by the Akatsuki left him stunned.
Taking a deep breath, I relax my voice, "Please understand that every action has a consequence…" I gently place a hand on the curse mark, "Naruto is my brother now, and… I can't make you do anything… but please, talk with Naruto. Tell him about his parents, un."
Jiraiya recovers from his shock, he tilts his head, "You haven't told him?"
I shake my head, "I have no right to do that. He needs to hear it from someone who knew Minato-san and Kushina-san on a personal level, un." I slump against the table slightly, exhausting myself.
The toad sage gives me a long, thoughtful look, "Alright, I want to make things right with the kid. Guess I should start with telling him the whole truth…" He has that face of someone that just remembered something, "How much do you know about the Akatsuki?" Desperate to change the subject, huh?
Without lifting my head, I pull out the Notebook of Doom, "I got enough dirt on people to bury them at least 4 feet under. The Akatsuki, it's 12 feet under, per member and I'd have some extra to build a little mound on their graves, un." I feel my hand become empty as Jiraiya snatched the book.
I watch as he breeze through the notebook, his face becoming more and more confused as the only thing he understood were my drawings. It didn't help that everything is out of order, Tenten and Kakuzu's pages are back to back where as Hidan is way near the ending with Kiba and Killer B.
"I… don't understand this language."
I take the book back, "That's because it's my code, to keep people from learning my secrets, un." I pocket the heavy book in my clay pouch.
Checking the time, I slowly rise from my seat, bowing at a 90° angle towards Jiraiya, "I apologize for my anger Jiraiya-sama. But I must excuse myself, I need to prepare dinner for Naruto, un."
I feel Jiraiya stand up and I was shocked when he pat my head, "I needed the scolding kid, so don't apologize for something that I should have heard years ago." I straighten my back to see his trademark grin on his face.
My shoulders relax, "Right… oh, when you need to find the new Hokage, I'll always be nearby when you have to find her." I leave the teashop and Jiraiya is left there wondering who I was talking about.
Side story #8 Madara (During the timeskip after the invasion)
Everyone was busy trying to recuperate from the sudden attack, thankfully there seemed to have been less Konoha casualties as Hiruzen informed the jounins to be on alert.
I'm no medic, nor am I useful in terms of rebuilding, the most I was incharge of was using my explosions to tear down broken buildings so they could be replaced and being sent on high paying missions. So the moment I had free time I went to the one place that I was certain no one would have the nerve to spy on me.
"Summoning jutsu: edo tensei." I calmly summon Madara just outside the Naka shrine, when he gave me a puzzled look, I motion for him to go inside, "We need to be in the room with the stone tablet. I don't want us to be overheard or interrupted, un."
Madara didn't respond, and instead walked inside and used his sharingan to take us into the stone tablet room, "What did you want to talk about?"
I tap my head, "Can your sharingan enter my memories, un?"
The Uchiha folds his arms, "Are you underestimating my abilities?"
I quickly wave my hands in front of my face, "Nononononono, Madara-sama! It's just the anime and manga never delve too deep into your ocular powers. Itachi was able to watch my memories, so I thought you could too, un."
I feel myself shrinking as Madara just stares at me, finally he reactivates his sharingan, "Sit down, I will view them myself."
I immediately obey, slowly I felt myself lose the ability to move besides blinking and breathing. I quickly throw in a warning, "Avoid the fanart, fanfiction, MMDs, and doujinshis, whatever you do, un."
He scoffed… he fucking scoffed, "Do not order me around Deidara." His eyes spin as I lose the ability to feel my body. I have a weird feeling he wasn't going to listen.
There was no clock, I had no sense of time in this room. The only movements were Madara's occasional facial change as he watches something and my own breathing. I didn't like this process, I had no idea what he was looking at. It was like walking into your bedroom, only for every fiber of your being to know someone was snooping through your things. It was unsettling.
Eventually, Madara snaps the genjutsu with a jolt of his body, and my own collapsing to the side as I violently breathed in air from the sudden freedom.
"So that was the true you… You had an older sister?"
'He really looked through my actual memories?!' I stared up at him but nods as he was processing the new information, "Besides snooping my private life, were you satisfied with what you saw, un?"
Madara pauses at the question, looking at the stone tablet, "The Moon's Eye Plan… Infinite Tsukuyomi... it was all a lie… peace was at my fingertips… that damn plant and his 'mother'..." His hand slowly trails up to rest his face in it, a deep sigh escapes his lips, "I will want to see more later. I focused on the 'end' of the supposed original timeline, staying in that genjutsu any longer would have harmed your mind and body."
I breath out a sigh of relief as I slowly got to my feet, shaky, "That's good, you can view the rest later, un." I stretched out my sore muscles, guess we've been here for a few hours with how stiff they felt. Though Madara's ever growing annoyed face caught my attention, "Madara-sama?"
He suddenly looks unamused, "Your mind organizes things in a unique process, like files… Why did I keep finding…" I could see him physically struggle with words, "Artwork and… literature? Of me and Hashirama-"
I cut him off in a total panic, "I told you not to look at the fanart and fanfiction, un!" My arms flail as my cheeks turned more and more red.
The Uchiha inhales, as if containing his anger, "Why was there so much-" I cut him off again.
"Stop talking about it! Why do you Uchiha insist on snooping?! I said to not look at it for a reason, un!" Oh kami, I could handle the situation when Itachi snooped, because he's only a couple of years older than me, so it felt normal.
This was like trying to explain to your parents that the scene in an anime you were watching was just a girl eating, and not porn because of the sounds they made.
Only this time, Madara found the yaoi.
I cover my face with my hands as I tried to stop mimicking a tomato, "Please don't ask, the Naruto community pairs you two together, in fact they pair EVERYONE together. You should see what they do with Deidara's character."
"I did." My heart stops, "So, who is the redhead-" Oh sweet jesus, you are not going to delve into this Madara!
"WOULD YOU STOP WITH THE QUESTIONS?!" I summon his coffin back and all but slam it shut on him.
"We are not done with this conversation."
"Yes we are! Ask me another time, Madara-sama!" I quickly poof the coffin away before he could break the lid open.
I didn't leave the shrine until well into the late of night, stewing my brain from the embarrassment and awkwardness of it all.
Dad!Madara is best Madara, I don't know why I started making him act like that, it just seemed like fun. Besides that, Jiraiya really did deserve the chewing out when you consider that he could have AT LEAST check on Naruto in secret when he visits Konoha.
I can't make any promises, but do not expect an update this weekend due to scheduling and I just do not have enough time to work on it before Sunday. Updates will resume to normal this Wednesday, next chapter will have Itachi! Yay! Don't worry, I am not going on heitas! My beta would kill me if I did.
As usual, reviews are loved and I will see you guys later!
Bye!
