Naruto Fukkatsu: Chapter 3
Susumu's Dilemma
As they left Momo's house, Momo took the opportunity to turn and address one of her butler's. In fact, it was the very same butler that she had met as she entered the house. "Hey. My friend and I are leaving. Could you lock up this place? Oh, make sure things get clean to. K, thanks!" Before the man could retaliate or give her 'scholarly' advice, she slammed the door, traipsing down the stairs with the pinkette in tow. "He's probably so mad at me right now. But I don't care. That guy is a jerk."
As they got to the street, Momo stretched, scratching her stomach off-handedly before turning. "Well, I'm ready to go. But...you might want to change. Don't get me wrong, I still think that uniform is great! But...I don't think that you should be walking around in it. Just call it second thoughts."
Hina blinked, looking down. She knew it was a good idea to. Besides, if she ripped it, or got it mussed up in any way, her boss would have a conniption. He wouldn't be privy to paying for another one. He probably wouldn't even get her another if she was the one paying for it. "Yeah. You're right. Come on, Momo. We can stop by my house. I can change there."
Momo nodded, tossing her hair back as a slight wind whipped up, sending a chill up her spine. "Man...I'm not used to the cold here."
"Well, it is the middle of December. I don't even know why you're in that kind of outfit. Aren't you freezing?" Hina asked. Momo glanced down at her outfit, but shrugged.
"No. If I don't think about it, it doesn't make much difference." Truth...yeah, she was cold. But, it was only a slight trouble. Nothing she couldn't deal with.
Hina smiled as they walked. The girl was something. In the outfit that Momo was wearing, Hina would have been freezing completely. As it was, her outfit that she wore at the moment, the frilly little thing that they called outfits, was cold as hell. "Well, you're much tougher than me." Soon, they reached her house, which wasn't hard, considering it was basically right next door. "Wanna come in? Should only take a moment."
Momo smiled up at her from a lower step. "Sure! I've always wanted to see the other houses around here." Hina nodded, slipping her key into the lock and opening the door. Stepping in, she allowed Momo to close it, walking up the stairs and turning to go into her room. As she began to rummage through her closet, she heard Momo enter her room.
The blond gazed casually around the room, sitting down on the bed as her eyes wandered restlessly. Her legs moved statically, trying to control the energy that boiled within her. "So...this is your room, huh? Nice."
Hina smiled at her position in the closet, still trying to figure out the best outfit for her to wear. "Thanks." Finally, she sighed, grabbing a pair of pants and a shirt from the closet. "Well...this will do for now." Shyly turning to the blond girl on her bed, her eyes went to the clothes, and then back. "Um...do...do you mind if I...?"
"Huh? Oh...oh! Oh, yeah. Sure...sorry." Standing up, Momo turned her back, idly twiddling her fingers and whistling. About a minute later, she heard another sigh behind her and a chuckle.
"Thanks. I...I'm just not used to other people watching me dress. Even girls. Silly, huh?" Momo smiled, turning and rubbing the back of her head.
"No. Not at all. Actually, I'm kinda shy like that myself. I...well..." As if in answer, she lifted her shirt, showing Hina her stomach. "I got this weird thing on my stomach, see? I...don't really like showing it off."
Hina blinked, walking towards her and bending down. Her hand came up, tracing itself around Momo's navel and around in the swirling pattern of the birthmark shape. "Wow. That's kinda strange. Have you always had this?" Momo blushed, turning her head away as Hina's hand continued tracing the strange mark.
"Yeah, ever since I can remember. I don't really know what it's there for. It's in a strange pattern, to. Nothing like I've ever seen." Suddenly, her eyes roved up, and she gasped. "Um...what the heck is that thing?" Hina blinked, standing back up and turning to her closet.
"What thing?" Noticing Momo's pointing finger, she traced a line to where she indicated. Her eyes fell on a uniform sitting in her closet, and she nodded. "Oh, that. That's the school uniform. I'm sure you'll have to wear one. It's...kind of a prolific school, for rich kids, you know? You'll most likely be there. You'll like it." Momo gulped, nodding slightly.
"Um...sure...yeah." She sighed silently to herself. Classy academy, ritzy schools...uniforms? Sure that'll be just a friggin' blast! Wonderful...However, her mood perked up almost simultaneously that it died off. "Say...how do you get to school, Hina? Maybe we can carpool or something like that? After all, we're neighbors! Your driver can do mornings and mine can do after school...vice versa! That way, I don't get lost going to school and in the school..."
Smiling softly, Hina nodded once enthusiastically. "Okay," she said. "I usually walk to the Academy...but it is winter, so I'll arrange for a driver to take us there in the mornings, and to tell the truth, Momo, the uniforms aren't so bad. I certainly like them. They're really comfortable. Perhaps not so much in the way of great looking, but still, comfortable." As if for emphasis, Hina fingered her garment slightly. "Well, I'm ready now. Let's go!" Momo smiled, hopping up and flashing Hina a thumbs-up.
"Now you're talking!" Grabbing the girl's hand, Momo ran out of the room, Hina trailing behind. Running down the stairs, she threw open the door to the house, breathing in the crisp, winter air and smiling. "Ah! That's fresh air! Now, on to the ramen bars!"
Hina smiled, nodding. "Yeah! Oh, and maybe an arcade! I love arcades!" Momo nodded at that, to.
"Yeah! That sounds like fun! So...how do we get there?"
Putting a finger to her chin, Hina wondered to herself. "Hmm...well, we can walk. That's how we all get around down here in Tokyo. That, or we take the metro. I mean, you would understand why I walk to school everyday, but I actually don't mind the metro. It's super fun to ride on with your friend's and..." However, Hina stopped talking abruptly. Her face fell slightly, and she sniffed. She realized then that she had never ridden the metro rail with anyone. She had no friends. "Well...that's what they say anyways."
Momo smiled brightly. "I don't mind walking!" However, Hina's sigh had gotten to her slightly, and figuring out, oddly enough, just what that meant, Momo tried to smile even more. "The Metro sounds good too! We should ride one of those!" Whatever those are...she thought.
Hina nodded. "Great. Well, then why don't we take the Metro today then, huh? It'll get us to the ramen faster..." However, before she could go on, Momo shouted out, throwing her hands in the air.
"Yes! Ramen! Ramen! Ramen!" Snagging Hina's hands, she twirled the girl around for a moment before setting her back down and smiling into her face. "Thanks for coming with me, Hina. It must feel a bit weird to all of a sudden meet your neighbor, and then take her around town in the same hour, huh?"
Hina blushed brightly, getting Momo to release her hand so she could put it to her face to hide her red cheeks. "N...no, no problem, really. I don't mind at all. Actually, I'm...I'm glad to be showing you around. You're my favorite friend already!" Trying to keep her thoughts positive, she continued to talk to distract herself from the little voice in her head, saying as loudly as possible...she's your only friend!
Momo smiled yet again. "Thanks! You're my favorite friend, too! Well, actually...you're my only friend, but that shouldn't be a problem. Besides, I got someone on my side now to show me the ropes, so I'm sure that I'll have a bunch of friends after you give me some pointers!" Truthfully, Hina was the only honest friend she could say she had. Well, one that didn't hound her for money twenty-four seven or try to do horrible things that had gained Momo such a bad title back in America.
After about twenty minutes, they arrived at the Grand Metro Station. Momo gazed up at the building, wide-eyed. A sliver of drool began to form at the side of her mouth, so she quickly inhaled. The station was grand! Much more grand than anything in America, she was sure. It truly proved that things were much better in Japan. In its odd, industrial way, it was gorgeous.
"So, Hina. What are we waiting for?" asked Momo, tugging on Hina's hand and pulling her towards the escalator that sent people to the top floor. As they began their upward ride, Momo glanced down at the milling people on the bottom floor. "Man, I'm so excited! This is great! Tokyo has so many people! They're like...ants down there!"
Hina glanced nervously at her stalwart companion, glancing over the side slightly herself as if noticing for the first time. "Uh...yeah..." she said nervously. "It's the most largely populated city in the world." If that was true, than great. If not...well, it certainly seemed that way. Stepping off the escalator, she tugged on Momo's arm, who was still glancing about. She was beginning to get some odd glances, but she couldn't be bothered at the moment, due to her awe struck emotions. She was much too happy to be distracted. She felt like a little kid in a toy shop, it was all so interesting to her. Another tug on her arm eluded her to the present. "Come on, Momo! There's a lot more to see downtown. Let's hurry and board the Metro. We don't need tickets...my uncle owns this station."
Momo blinked at her as if she was hearing things. "Your uncle...owns this station? Really? Wow!" Whistling slightly under her breath, she nodded. "That's awesome!" She was very pleased to hear that they wouldn't have to wait for a ticket. "That must be fantastic for you? Just easy on and off, huh?"
Hina nodded. "It is a good thing, I suppose. But come on! We have to hurry!" However, Momo smiled back back, grabbing her own hand and holding her back.
"Hey, slow down Hina! We have plenty of time! Besides, the Metro's not going just yet, so..." However, as she talked, she glanced around, noticing some teens with red and white adorned letter jackets, with a crest on the back that Momo guess was a symbol of a local school. She furrowed her brow, idly wondering what school that that symbol was from. "Oy, Hina. Are they your classmates?" Momo asked, acknowledging them with a nod.
Hina cocked her head, wondering what she meant, then turned, seeing the jackets. With that, her heart fell. "Oh...yeah. They're my classmates...but they're awfully loud and gabby. We'll never make it to the business district if we impede and talk with any of them." Pulling on Momo's arm, Hina quickly headed the both of them towards the boarding dock of the Transit Metropolitan. As they left the area, Momo chanced one last glance behind her. The kids looked too snobby for her ideals, anyways...was that even possible, she thought? But it seemed as though, no matter where you go, there will always be someone who thinks they're higher up on the food-chain than everyone else. Those teens just happened to have that 'air' about them.
Hina noticed her watching, and hoped to change the subject. "We don't have to pay for tickets, so we can pick where to sit. Let's head towards the first class car, alright?" Knowing not many people ever paid for first-class tickets, Hina decided they would be safe and she would be spared from any embarrassment. There was no way she could let Moriko see her get bullied on her first day meeting her. Hina didn't even let the other kids who got picked-on see her get bullied after school or in-between classes.
Momo picked up on the slight hint, though only the gods knew how. Usually, she wasn't that quick. But, if Hina's sudden change of demeanor was a way to say that the other kids were no good, than she believed it. Following Hina onto the First Class car, Momo felt her jaw widen. Just stepping into the car was like going to a whole other country. Her eyes began to pop from her head as she took in the scenery. It was like an airplane, a classy jet, and a limousine all rolled into one.
Hina sighed to herself. These days, only adults and a few businessmen ever rode the first-class cars. Most children and students couldn't even afford to stare at the tickets on their allowances alone. Hina's family had been graced with an extremely high income, and even she couldn't afford the super comfortable seats in the 'ritzy car' as she called it. Just keeping it real, she thought to herself.
"This is amazing, Hina!" Momo exclaimed, still staring around with a huge smile plastered on her face. "I've never ever experienced anything this cool!" Even she could see that no children or teens were on. This was truly a first class luxury seating arrangement. The stewards bowed low to her, and one offered her something wrapped in something green. She didn't take it, but was still amazed at the amount of respect that she was receiving. "This is great!"
"Come on!" Grabbing Momo's hand, Hina led her to a seat near the window, letting her sit down first before settling in herself. "My uncle has a lot of money. He likes to think of the Metro as more of an airplane, not a train. Or even those barbaric subway things you have in America."
"Hey! What's so bad with the subway?" Momo asked, putting her face into a more defensive position. Hina tried not to burst out laughing.
"It's just that they are underground and all. You can't see the city...or the sky...or the sun for that matter." Momo sighed, nodding as she allowed herself to lay back in the chair. That was true. Besides, the view of the inside of the Metro was much better than any view one could hope for on a subway ride.
"You have a point. I concede defeat." Both girls giggled, and the train lurched forward, beginning on its ride towards their destination...which they hoped would be soon. As they moved, Momo couldn't help but think to herself. "I wonder..." she began softly. I wonder if any of my other relatives are rich or anything like this. Out-loud, she turned to Hina, saying, "So, you and your Uncle are on speaking terms, huh?" Hina turned her head, her eyebrow rose. "Well...what I mean, is...I don't really talk to my family that much. I don't even know if my other family even exists. All I have is my father."
Hina's eyebrow didn't lower as she stared skeptically at Moriko. "Of course I'm on speaking terms with him," she confirmed. "I see him all the time, actually." As Momo nodded and turned to look back out the window, Hina couldn't help but feel sorry for her new friend. Stringing the information together in her head, she was able to deduce that her mother had just recently passed away. Why else had she returned to Japan without the wife Hina knew that her father had had? "But let's not worry about him right now. If we see him, I'll introduce you."
Momo nodded. Sighing slightly as buildings whizzed by below her, Momo asked, "hey. When are we going to get there?" Hina sighed to herself as well.
"Well, this thing is really fast. We should be in downtown in about two minutes or so." Pointing toward the side of the car opposite their own, Hina gestured outside the panes of glass. "You can see the next station from here. That's my uncle's, too." Momo gawked, excited now that their destination was so close, than stuck her face to her own window in an awestruck euphony. Hina just continued staring straight ahead as buildings continued to fly by. Looking up through the glass skylight, Hina watched the tips of the skyscrapers, rubbing the sky like giant hands.
Hina was still a little uncertain about Momo, but by now, Hina had acclimatized to the dramatic heights of the Metropolitan transit. Her Uncle also had a subway system and another train that was only ground level, but none of the routes belonging to the ground level train ran through Tokyo.
"Hey, Hina?" A hand grasped the pink-haired girl's, and she squeaked softly as she turned to gaze into Momo's blue eyes.
"Yes...Momo?"
The blond girl blinked slightly, then smiled, turning her head to the side to look at the other. "Th...Thanks for taking me. This...this is great." Hina blinked lightly at her, wondering what on earth had brought that up.
"Su...sure, Momo. Of course! We're best friends, right? This is what best friends do!" Momo smiled wider, nodding.
"Right! Believe it!"
Susumu had finally found his way out of the market district. He had gotten bumped, jostled, and cursed at, but finally, after all that, he finally got out. Staring up at the Metro Station, he smiled, rubbing his head. "Finally. I can get the hell out of here." That girl back in the market area had been right. He silently thanked her...whoever she was, and walked up the steps into the station.
Taking a look about, he grunted as he caught sight of the board telling him where the trains were coming to and going from. Walking to it, he traced a line to the area he knew that his house was at. Smirking to himself, he walked to the ticket booth, handing over some money for the A train. The person behind the glass gave him a look before handing over a ticket. Snatching it, Susumu went to the landing bay, waiting for the train to pull in. It wouldn't take long.
Jason Aldean McOrmin stood in the corner, his beanie pulled down as far as it could. The music blared on his MP3 player, masking the noises coming from the train station. Eying the other passengers standing around waiting for the train, he grunted, rolling his eyes and turning back to his music. Not that he cared that anyone else would see him. Of course, being the way he was, he didn't truly want anyone to see him...or even notice him. It was easier like that.
Ever since he had moved to Japan to go to school, he had learned as much Japanese as possible. He had excelled at the language, but had flunked on the relationships. To him, relationships just weren't necessary. They got in the way of business, and what got in the way of business...wasn't good for business. He just wanted to get home, study, then go to school, study some more, go back home, and...study. Between the studying and reading his archive of books on...different material, he was much happier being alone.
"Train A, now docking at dock C. All passengers, please board train A now. All passengers, please board train A now." Jason glanced up at the speaker directly above him, sighing.
Well...I suppose that's me. Pushing his backpack up higher, he began walking towards the docking bay, where the train was just pulling in. His head down, he watched his feet moving on the concrete. Of course, when one's eyes are on the ground, one's eyes are not where they should be...right in front of you.
"Ow!" Startled at the foot he had just stepped on, Jason whipped his head up, blinking at the boy who he had just bumped.
"Oh. Sorry about that. Didn't mean to." Susumu's mouth quirked, and he wished woefully that he could rub his aching appendage.
"Hn...no problem. Just...watch it next time." Turning from the beanie wearing kid, Susumu turned back to the train, handing his ticket to the man at the door and entering. Jason merely shook his head, handing his own ticket to the doorman and entering himself. Glancing about, he took a seat at the far back. Scooting over to the window, he turned his face to the side of the train, resting his forehead against the glass.
Susumu took a seat facing the door, laying his head back against the seat and staring at the ceiling of the train as the door shut with a whoosh and the train began to move forward. About five minutes in, he spared a glance back to where he thought the kid who had bumped into him had gone. He saw him, sitting in the back, hunched over slightly. As if he could feel the others gaze, Jason's head moved up, and the two locked contact for a moment before Jason adjusted his cap and hunched over more. However, the cap had slipped slightly before he had moved it, and Susumu's eyebrow rose as he again went to staring at the ceiling.
Huh...that's weird. How does a young guy like that already have silver hair? And why do I feel that I know him, too? This town just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
It was moments later that Hina and Momo exited their train at the same station that Susumu had just left. Momo smiled around her, turning to Hina. "Well...let's get to that ramen, Hina!" Hina smiled back, nodding herself.
"Yeah! You know, that train ride made me hungrier! Let's go!" Leaving the station, the two began to walk down the sidewalk, taking time to get out of the way of most of the other patrons using the same service. As they walked, Momo couldn't help but ask more questions.
"Hey Hina. Um...where do I get a uniform?" Hina glanced over, side-stepping a small pothole that was full of water.
"Oh...well. There's a small shop downtown around here that does specialty tailoring. We can stop by after we eat and get you fitted." Momo nodded, smiling at her.
"Oh. Great! We'll do that, then."
Fujiyomo Takziki was integrated into his book, following each word letter by letter, while alternately thinking about the past couple of months. He had already tried practicing his Baika no Jutsu at his own home out in the suburban area outside of Tokyo. He hadn't been as successful as he had wanted. Luckily, they had a big dog, and he was able to explain the broken case without making his parent too angry. Of course, when they were going to scold the dog, he had immediately jumped in, saying that it was really his fault because he wasn't paying attention. They had been mad a bit, but everything was calm, now.
His nose still stuck in the book, Takziki furrowed his eyebrow. "Hmm...says here that chakra is just like chi..." he said to himself, still reading the book as he walked. Yeah right. Just like chi, only much lamer. "So, perfect chakra control equals the rate at which one can use the chakra. Therefore, all I need to do is practice with my chakra control and manipulation. Good. Right. Easy enough. After all, I was always one of the smarter kids in my class." Looking about at the wandering people, he turned his back towards one of the buildings, taking a quick glance to be sure no one was watching him. No time like the present, I suppose. Taking his hand and placing it in front of him, he closed his eyes, concentrating. He could feel the flow of something going from his feet...his legs...his torso, going up through his arm and into his fingers. He could feel it at the very tips of his digits. He smiled, feeling the control he was gaining...until someone bumped into him.
In his excitement of being able to control something he never thought he would, and the anxiety of having someone bump into him, he yelped...and lost control. Immediately, his hand ballooned to three times its normal size. In a panic, he thrust it back into his coat, feeling a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry about that. Are you alright?" Someone unfamiliar. Didn't matter. At the moment, he had to get away and figure this thing out.
"Yeah yeah. I'm fine. Sorry." Turning, Takziki took off, zipping around in the crowd until he could duck into a side-alley. Taking out his hand carefully, he gazed at it...willing it to go back to normal. Oh man...that was close!
Hina hadn't watched where she was going, being in deep conversation with Momo. They had been too caught up in going to the ramen bar, and she had bumped into the boy. When he had turned, muttering an apology of some sort, she traced his face. That boy...looks familiar, she thought to herself. Suddenly, he took off, leaving her in his dust. She wondered if he was someone from the Academy, but of course, she didn't really know anyone, so probably not. "So sorry..." she whispered as he left in a hurry.
Momo herself was unaware of the encounter until she felt her body press into Hina's. Blinking and looking forward, she caught a glimpse of the boy leaving. The first thing she thought was that he was a stranger attempting...something. However, upon hearing Hina apologize again, she calmed down. She could usually sense trouble, because she was usually the one causing it. But...this time seemed alright.
"Well, Momo. Let's get to that ramen bar, huh?" Upon hearing the words that she so wanted to hear, Momo smiled, punching the air with glee. "Alright, Hina! Let's go!" Grabbing Hina's hand, she sped down the sidewalk, weaving in and out of people walking and quickly sprinting around the corner.
Susumu exited the train, still feeling weird. The silver-haired kid just wouldn't get out of his mind, and he really wanted to go and ask him about the connection he felt with him. However, more pressing matters, like getting home, seemed to be on his mind. Turning to the map on the wall of the station, he failed to notice the kid leave.
Jason took a quick glance around, deciding to head up the street and towards a small restaurant he knew about. Then, he would go to his little flat before reading some more and heading to bed. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he picked his way up the road, weaving in and out. All he wanted to do was eat and go home...no distractions. Nothing. Besides, the kid on the train was beginning to bug him. Hn. It's not like I look for reincarnates. Just because I am one doesn't mean that I have to be a stupid magnet!
Wiping her mouth daintily on a napkin, Midori took a glance at the clock. The sun was already starting to go down, and a deepening shade of darkness was beginning to show outside. Gulping the last bite down, she turned to her host, bowing her head slightly. "Sir...shouldn't your son be coming home about now?" Her chief took a glance at the clock, nodding slightly.
"Hm. You're probably right, Midori-san. Perhaps I should go look for him."
The woman stood, shaking her head. "No need, sir. I'll take a walk around. I'm sure I'll find him. I'll send him along when I see him." The chief looked doubtful for a moment before sighing.
"Alright, Midori-san. Well, if you're sure, then alright. Thank you for having dinner with us. I'm sorry my son was so...difficult." Midori smiled to herself at her chiefs apology, shaking her head.
"Not at all, sir. This was wonderful. I will see you tomorrow. Don't worry about the ride. I'll take the Metro home." Turning and taking her coat, Midori went to the door, opening it and giving the man a small salute. "See ya!" Closing the door before the man could react, she quickly walked down the drive, her laptop securely in her grasp.
As she began walking towards the Metro, she suddenly felt a slight disturbance ahead of her. Hm...that's an interesting feeling.
Someone is coming, Midori-san. Get ready.
Is it your brother, Itachi?
No, it is...someone else.
What should I do, Itachi?
Just wait...
Jason continued walking, his MP3 player bumping in his ears. He couldn't help but feel like someone was watching him, but the easiest way to stay out of the way and not be noticed...was not to notice anyone else. His head down, he sighed, wondering just what he wanted at the restaurant. "Hmm...perhaps some pocky today...or...ramen?" Suddenly, a hand grasped his shirt, and before he could utter a protest, it took him from the milling people and slammed him into a wall down a back-alley. His head shot up, and he glared at the woman in front of him.
Midori blinked, staring at the wisp of silver lined hair falling from the front of the boy's cap. A...boy with silver hair?
Hn...glad to see him again...
Who, Itachi?
Immediately, Midori felt her body leave her own control. Uttering a curse under breath, she could only watch the events from the inside of her mind as Itachi took over the control of her body. A smirk appeared on her face as Itachi, via her, allowed the boy to drop. "Who are you?" The voice was hers...but held a drip of malice and uncaring sarcasm.
Jason sneered up at her, fixing his cap and taking the MP3 player from his ears. "Hn. Jason McOrmen." He couldn't tell for sure...but he sensed that he knew this person ahead of him. That smirk never left her face, either. Man, he thought. I'd love to smack that smirk off her face.
"Hm. Now, let me ask another question. Are you someone else?" The question stunned the silver-haired boy into submission. What was going on? Someone else?
"Hn. Who wants to know?"
"Me. Now, I'm asking you. Are you someone else?" Midori's voice was now highly sarcastic, as if willing the boy to lie. So, instead of humoring her...Jason merely told the truth.
"Sure I am. Aren't we all, truly?" The girl grunted, turning from him to peer out into the mass of people.
"It is good to see you again...Hatake Kakashi..." Now, Jason was quite stunned. Not only stunned...scared.
Holy shit! How did she know?
Because, Jason-kun. She...is Uchiha Itachi. I could tell that sarcasm and that non-chalant voice anywhere. Do you mind if I take control for a moment?
Will it help my case if I said no, Kakashi?
Hm...not really...
Fine then. Go ahead, Kakashi. I'll wait here, I suppose. Closing his eyes to allow the transfer of soul interlink, Jason allowed himself to go into the back of his own mind, allowing the soul of Hatake Kakashi to come forward. Opening his eyes, Jason quickly brought the cap down over his left eye...the Sharingan now blazing deeply within it. "So, Itachi. How are you after all these years?"
"Oh...the same, I suppose. Still reading those books of yours, Hatake?"
"Hm...perhaps. I still enjoy a good read. That was always something you could never appreciate, Itachi."
"Hn. Perhaps." As both stood, watching each other, someone else noticed the small interchange down the side alley.
"Um...is something going on here? Is that you...er...Midori, was it? What's this kid done? Is he a criminal?" Susumu had finally found his way home...and now he had a cop and a silver-haired kid down an alley near his house. He had to find out what was going on.
"Hm. Perhaps. Tell me, Susumu. Do we look familiar to you?" Midori asked. Jason, his resolute blue-gray eyes watching the boy, stood stock still, keeping his silence. Susumu blinked at them both, and then back at Midori.
What the hell is this feeling I'm getting? It almost feels like...I want to punch this chick in the face! Shaking the feeling off, Susumu sighed. "Well, I did see you at my house, remember?" Turning to Jason, he pointed. "And I ran into you at the train station. So...yeah, you look familiar. Why?" He frowned. The familiarity he felt with these two was uncanny. It was more than just a passing feeling.
Jason sighed from where he stood, turning to look at him as well. "Because, Susumu, if that is your name...you look like someone else...so chances are, you have someone else sharing that head of yours."
Midori nodded in agreement. "You are like us. A reincarnate."
Susumu blinked at them both. What the hell? "A reincarnate? What the hell are you talking about? I've never been anyone but me! You're both freaking insane!"
Midori smirked. He doesn't seem to get it, Midori-san. What should I say? We weren't exactly on speaking terms back when.
I don't know, Itachi. He's your brother! You say something to him! You have control over my body right now, remember? By the way, even think about moving your hands from their position...and you're toast!
Itachi smirked slightly from his position. "Basically, what you know about religion is wrong. Everyone you know is a reincarnate of someone else. A soul never leaves the earthly realm...it simply transfers. However, you yourself are a special variety of reincarnate. You are a shinobi. Namely, one...Uchiha...Sasuke." In her head, Midori took a breath, wishing she could close her eyes and not watch the scene. She knew what would happen next. The thoughts and memories of his former self that would flood Susumu to the point of breaking. She felt sorry for him at that moment. After all...they were 'related'...so to speak.
Jason took a glance at Midori, and then back to Susumu, who's eyes were beginning to glaze over slightly. "Just think a little, Susumu. Remember..."
Susumu blinked. His head was beginning to get fuzzy...as if he had been drinking for hours on end...and hadn't been smart enough to quit. "Uchiha...Sasuke...?" His lungs began to grope for air, and his head reeled. Suddenly, it hit him like a truck. Gasping, Susumu hit the ground on his knees, clutching his head in sheer panic. Images and nightmarish pictures flooded his vision. Bloody weapons...broken bodies...fire...pain...destruction. Above it all, this longing he couldn't begin to imagine. When he thought he couldn't go on...when the pain was too great...when his eyes seemed to bug out of his head...Susumu did the only thing he could think of.
Susumu Aoru threw his head back and shouted as loud as possible. Anything to get rid of the pain in his temples. As he watched the scene, Jason turned to Midori, who still had the smirk on her face. "Did you have to be that brutal to your brother, Itachi?"
"Yes, someone had to tell him. If no one had told him, his personality and self-consciousness would have been swallowed by my brothers psyche. But beyond that..." Itachi began, than turned to see Susumu crouched on the ground, still yelling in his pain. "It was just fun to see this..."
Next Time: Susumu figures out who he is, and has a little 'talk' with his other self. Momo and Hina do something dangerous, stupid, and completely heroic. Takziki must solve riddles that he can't figure out. And...a death!
A/N: Chapter three, done to a T! Now, for the other stuff.
Jutsu's: Baika No Jutsu: Multi-Size Technique
The people who have made this fanfic possible:
(American) Jason McOrmen/Hatake Kakashi: snowymountains56
(Japanese) Aoru Susumu/Uchiha Sasuke: Chosha Kurenai
(Japanese) Koyuki Midori/Uchiha Itachi: (Now) DorothyxCookie
(Japanese) Haruki Hinageshi/ Unrevealed: (Now) xXSoldierXx
(Japanese) Otomiya Moriko/ Unrevealed: Inuys-hispanicgirl
(Japanese) Fujiyomo Takziki/ Akamichi Chouji: Uzuki-kun