Part Two of The Past here!

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He might not graduate as fast as Uzume, but Uchiha Shisui was not to be underestimated.

Shisui was a genin when he was six, the same age the Legendary Sannin graduated from the academy, and was chuunin at the same age. He was already considered for jōnin when he was nine but delayed because of his age (one of his teammates died and it was him trying his hardest to perform so abysmal to be noticed before Uzume found out and gave him The Stare that made him felt ashamed of himself). He was promoted to jōnin once he was 11, and was applying for ANBU by the time he was 12.

He got accepted by ANBU, but only in the organization for 8 months as he was definitely not fit for the job, with what merciless kill and all didn't sit well with him.

Unfortunately, he caught the attention of someone with a touch of madness, which was there because of jealousy for a rival of fifty years (Shisui was laughing when he read the history book about it when he survived from the man's clutches, because, really? Rivalry? Talk about bad mental health, and here he thought Uzume was bad, this man appeared in his life).

Shimura Danzō.

The man was not complete without his 根 (Ne) or Root army/organization under his thumbs. A look at Uchiha Shisui and the discovery of him possessing Mangekyō Sharingan made the jealousy-ridden man squirming in his seat, eager to pluck those eyes for him to use, for peaceful reasons, of course. The boy cannot be trusted with the power, in Danzō's humble opinion.

But Danzō was not that stupid to take the boy's power for Konoha, without a plan. He chose to wait patiently.

And so Danzō made his death sentence certain because, no one, especially a bandaged man with twisted ideology, plotting the death of Uchiha Uzume's best friend, and get away with it.

Time: Uzume and Shisui are 9

A bearer of Mangekyō Sharingan had the ability to distinguish a person with a normal sharingan and those who are the bearer of the Mangekyō themselves.

When Shisui received his 'curse' from watching his best friend and teammate die, he now could see that Uzume's eyes were like his.

Shisui remembered the pain from awakening the cursed eyes, an immense amount of pain was directed towards his eyes that even his incredible pain tolerance could not contain the scream that came out of his lips, before he gritted his teeth and simply endured the pain for what felt like an eternity, even though it was only for a few seconds.

He wasn't okay thinking that Uzume might be experiencing the same pain as him.

The feeling in his chest was unbearable.

It was predictable of him to ask her just when did she obtain those eyes.

"When my team died," Uzume answered with eyes showing she was still not over it.

Shisui put his hand on her shoulder and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"To be honest?" Uzume gave a humorless laugh as she let Shisui's hand rested on her shoulder. "I don't know either."

After a few minutes of silence, Uzume started a conversation on her Mangekyō.

"My left eye allows me to teleport myself or another person to a whole another dimension," she explained. "It's 神威 (Kamui: Authority of the Gods). While my right eye can produce black flames, 天照 (Amaterasu: Heavenly Illumination)."

Shisui contemplated a few seconds before telling her his Mangekyō's abilities.

"Both of my eyes can use 別天神 (Kotoamatsukami: Distinguished Heavenly Gods). It's actually the ability of my right eye, but I can perform it from my left eye too. There's a time limit for each use, I think. After I used it with my right eye, I feel have to wait for one year to perform it again, while my left eye... hmm, it's much longer than one year."

"What ability is it?"

"A rather subtle Genjutsu that allows me to manipulate..."

The whole day they were discussing their own eyes' abilities. Unknown to Shisui (he only noticed when they finished), Uzume set up a barrier to prevent anyone from eavesdropping their conversation.

Uzume didn't know when, and how, and especially why, but she kept thinking of Shisui and it distracted her daily life and she hated it.

When she came to realize that she, Uchiha Uzume, had a crush on her best friend (ahhh the cliché), she was eating ramen to commemorate her sensei's death and that made her retching at the ground, feeling like a trash for thinking like a girl on the day of her sensei's death.

She, for the first time in years, discussed her problem with her mother.

The discussion was brief, but the woman was not opposed with her having a silly crush on Shisui. In fact, the woman looked almost delighted at the news of her daughter having what seemed her first crush. Her mother had said playfully that this news was entertaining, and that left her worried that the woman would tell anyone.

(The boredom of being a housewife of the clan know no bounds.)

Mikoto was a retired jōnin whose specialty was ninjutsu, and the woman taught her daughter all she knew about it. Ninjutsu was, Mikoto's best friend, Kushina's weakness, so the woman took it to herself to teach all she knew about it.

She mastered the basics first. Kawarimi, Bunshin, Henge, Shunshin, Nawanuke, the likes. Mikoto was strict with the matter of perfecting the basics, as such Mikoto was perfect for jōnin sensei, and yet, the clan prevented the woman from taking a team simply because she was the matriarch of the clan whose job was raising the heiress and two spare heirs.

Sometimes, Uzume wondered why she was not bothered by the sexism all around her. She knew for a fact that if she was proving to be incompetent, the elders would force their opinion on Itachi, who if talentless would succeed her anyway if she was not talented, on becoming the heir. She would not fight for the position if Itachi wanted it. And she was sure her brother was staying away as far as possible from the position.

Thankfully, the mind of a teenager on the verge of adulthood helped Uzume on making it seems like she was a prodigy, whose place in the prodigy dimension seemed far ahead of the likes of Hatake Kakashi or Namikaze Minato (she had beaten both Hatake Kakashi's youngest age to graduate trophy and Namikaze Minato's scores on the graduation exams, out of annoyance of being looked down upon by the teachers *coughs*). Thus, securing the position of her inheriting the position from her father.

(Using sharingan to memorize the books/techniques she had to read/learn to accomplish those might be cheating, but well, she had no qualms on using a tool that basically was made to cheat).

While this was slightly getting out of the topic, her mind was still on the 'I'm thinking about Shisui but choose to ignore it' zone. Her being thirteen again (again?) must be why the hormones were screaming at her to ignore all this peace shit and just elope with the boy. While it the thought was amusing, it scared her too. Well, according to some memories she had of her past life, she died at 19, and not even once dated a boy... or, a girl.

Yes, yes. She didn't know what gender was her preferences, alright? She was trying to stay away from those thoughts... that would bring scandal if her parents knew. While religions were prominent in her life back then, she was still someone with too many doubts to even believe in one religion. Seriously, she hopped from one religion to another like a rabbit (or a kangaroo?) in heat, and in the end was an agnostic and a slightly borderline atheist.

But she tried. She tried her best, her hardest, to believe in one religion, and she spectacularly failed. She hated her inability to believe in one or several gods.

However, she was thankful she had stayed away from it when she had escaped from her country that was so religious, she had suffocated trying to fit in.

Being half Japanese, she didn't waste her other heritage and left as quickly as possible from the religious country to Japan, where she could express herself, at least in the matter of religion.

And while at it, getting killed by a fanatic because she had been in the wrong place and at the wrong time.

She got that much from the little memories she had left, her childhood, parents, siblings, she did not remember. The clearest memory was of her dying in Police's car... and her snatching a Detective's gun and use it on herself because the pain was too much and she saw death as a relief.

And then she woke up here as a three-year-old Uchiha Uzume.

While she thought of all of this, it had not escaped her that Shisui was still stubbornly managed to wave his way to stay on her mind.

Damn hormones.

And, damn past lives and reincarnations.

"... Yume-chan, hello! This is urgent! Urgent! Urgent! Yume-chan, urgent! Yume-chan! Gahhh, Uchiha Uzume! Urgent!"

Uzume blinked owlishly and spotted Shisui leaning on her with a panicked look that she was sure he had and would never let Itachi saw.

"... Meikyō?" She had finally registered what he had said. "What's urgent?"

With a heavy frown, he answered.

"Itachi."

"He wore an orange mask with black markings, and there's only a hole for his right eye to see," Itachi described the man who attacked his team and killed his teammate brutally, in front of his eyes.

Uzume did nothing for the past days but checking up on Itachi and taking care of Sasuke who already could speak fluently like a five-year-old, even though he was three.

Shisui surprisingly had not said anything stupid about her going out of character, what was with her hovering around Itachi like a mama bear. Uzume was fine with that. No teasing from the usually playful boy was sort of a blessing, in her honest-to-good opinion.

"An orange mask, you say?"

That character was Tobi or something. He was an Uchiha, pretending to be Madara? Her friend in the past life was a fan of him. His real name was... O- something. Otobi? She vaguely remembered her friend saying something about arranging the katakana for the name Tobi? Or something like that.

O-to-bi (オトビ)

To-bi (トビ)

Bi-to (ビト)

O-bi-to (オビト)

Uchiha Obito (うちはオビト)?

Uchiha Obito sounded right. Maybe. She didn't care, as long as she knew the villain was an Uchiha. Who was the one unleashing the Kyūbi or Kurama on the village like a mad rabid dog that she believed he wasn't. According to Naruto, he was one of the creations of the Rikudō Sennin and actually, surprise surprise, had complex feelings like humans.

At this point, nothing was surprising anymore, to be honest.

A Few Months Earlier

Kyūbi or Kurama was intrigued.

"Oh, hey, it's been such a loooooooooong time! Kurama, it's nice to meet you again! You've gotten sooooooooooo big! Sorry for being obnoxious, but you know, it's been a looooooooong time! And! You're not chubby anymore!"

Not really, Kurama was astonished by the act that he just stared, and stared, and stared some more till he blinked his eyes, and if he could, he would rub them.

Kurama was surprisingly not feeling antagonistic towards his host. He didn't feel like growling and threatening this brat in front of him.

No, he was too speechless to do that.

Naruto frowned when he received no reaction from Kurama, he scratched his cheek as he titled his head to the side.

"Kurama? Are you okay? Did I overdid the act?"

That snapped Kurama from whatever shock he was trapped in, and he growled.

"How do you know that name?!"

Naruto scrunched up his face as he sighed, and at that moment, Kurama felt stupid for asking. That face he made...

"... Ashura...?"

The feel of the chakra, the face the brat made, and... the hope blossoming on Kurama's mind.

Naruto smirked, and that was Kurama's answer.