Hello~! I'm back with another chapter!
Ok, this chapter is another test type thing, as I'm trying to get a feel as to how you guys respond to certain things in story's. I didn't get a lot of feedback when it came to the song in the story, but that's ok. It really just means that not to many people disliked, it but the same could be said for people liking it. It's a mix up with that, and it's alright.
Continuing, I'm curious as to if someone would ever do one of those 'Reading of' stories with this, in the sense of the original cast reading this... It doesn't have to happen, but I'd like to see what someone would think of in that sense. Maybe even having Naruto involved so he can comment on his parents. Heck, you do the next generation for all I care, I'm really just curious. If you have an idea for is, if you want to try it, then please PM me, and I'll give you a chance to do it. I really don't mind if multiple people do it, so long as the credit is sent my way, since this is my story and all. Either way, just wanted to state this,
Moving on, I'm happy to say, this story has made it into a community! It's run by a favorited Eldeweiss, and it's called 'The butterfly effect' for those curious. There are actually a lot of nice stories on the community, so there's that tidbit of info for you.
Getting to review's now, so here we go
Llyrica: No problem, I'm happy you like the story. Like I said before, however, Mito gives them an earful most of the time, but her form of punishment is cruel in even my opinion. It's a combination of Etiquette training, to where if they do something wrong, they get a bruise. Most Uzumaki, in my opinion, train by doing, not reading, so that's my answer.
Glad that worked out well, as well. The group was meant to encourage them to do what is best for the future, though the impact of actual war hasn't hit them just yet, it will soon.
Inoichi was a bit harder for me, but I'm glad it worked out well, as, to answer your next response as well, Kasumi is the most complex character I've ever thought out. She isn't an open book, and she's not to dramatic with emotions like most characters in a story. She's like a rubic's cube that is almost impossible to solve, to put it that way.
With the music... Glad that worked well, it was just an experiment after all, so glad to see it worked correctly. With Shikaku however, he's smart enough to not do anything stupid. This chapter is evidence of that, so don't worry.
Angel4EverLostInLife: well here you go! I'm happy to know you like this story.
InazumaSenshi: Yep! And I bet all of you are wondering what he's going to do. You'll find out in this chapter though so look forward to that.
Kani-leek-lover: heh! That part, honestly, was a bit hard for me to keep in character, as I needed to make it a little awkward, he confessed to her after all, so I'm glad it worked.
1): Tha is exactly what I'm seeing. I actually made Shikaku a bit younger then he should have been, which is part of the reason that you won't see some of the other clan kids, like Tsume, till after they graduate. Once that happens, trust me, you'll be seeing them a lot more. Hiashi, and Hizashi as well.
2): I might not have gotten the point that I wanted across... They didn't know what was going to happen, yes, but they were in the midst of friends, and they didn't want the others to worry. Not to mention the weight of war hasn't hit them yet, even if Kasumi has a great mind, even she doesn't know what war is like, as she wasn't in Uzushio when the fighting broke out, except for the fallen wall. Hope this explained things a bit.
3): Well...Mito gives them an earful most of the time, but her form of punishment is cruel in even my opinion. It's a combination of Etiquette training, to where if they do something wrong, they get a bruise. Most Uzumaki, in my opinion, train by doing, not reading, so that's my answer with that, but with that type of training, they have to sit still and look formal. Even Kasumi has trouble with sitting still, due to her temper. She has a temper. Doesn't matter if she's quiet or not.
4): Exactly. Have you seen an Uzumaki, besides Nagato, who doesn't have a temper? Kushina, Karin, Naruto. Those three have bad tempers, and Bolt, from the new generation, has just as bad of a temper. All Uzumaki have tempers, it doesn't matter what their personality is.
5): The music was the trigger for her talking to Shikaku when it came to how she knew about it. Shikaku, no matter his age, is crafty, and he realized that someone was up with her, so yeah...
6): You have a point with Shikaku, but like I've stated before, you'll have to read to find out. This is a test for this style of writing as well, so yeah... Though I do agree with you about Shikamaru not changing. He is perfect the way he is, and I honestly wouldn't change anything, as he does look like a mini Shikaku.
FlourSuoh: well here it is! I hope you like this chapter as much as the last.
Almathia: Thanks for that. I like how they are developing as well, and sometimes it seems like things are moving on their own, with me having no control on what happens. Either way, here's the next update, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
Well, that's that. Let's get to the chapter then!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for any Non-cannon events, and OC's.
With a sigh, Kasumi looked towards Shikaku and began her little "story".
The thing with people is that they're willing to believe anything. If it doesn't make sense, their mind twists the reality, and either makes it a story, or make it into something that does make sense. The few people who see things for what they really are, are considered Crazy, people are locked away. They say it's for their own good, but is it really? The insane can't be cured is another speculation, is that true as well? No it isn't.
The human mind is wired to believe that if it isn't normal to you, it should be destroyed or rejected. Religion is the biggest cause of this. Atheists will tell you that there is no such thing as God, and that everything can be explained through science in one way or another. People who have a religion with a God, tell you that everything was created by a single being, or beings.
Then what about people who believe in nothing? Those people who believe everything religion or not, is full of it? When I died, I didn't expect what I got. Growing up, I was considered... Odd. I didn't think of anything as true, or real. I just did what I believed was morally right, not caring about the opinions of anyone. My parents, being Catholic, didn't much care about my thought process. They tried to change me, assimilate me into their society. I didn't bend or break.
Shikaku raised an eyebrow "Catholic? Is that a type of religion from your world?"
Kasumi nodded her head solemnly "It's an extremely struck religion in comparison to some others. I never really cared for it as it didn't feel morally right to me."
The Nara gave a quick nod, a contemplative look on his face, to which Kasumi took this chance to continue.
When that didn't work, I was sent to a military school. I got into trouble so many times for getting into fights to protect someone else. I got detention every day for three weeks due to the fights I got into with bullies. The teachers did not condone fighting, as they said, but they didn't do anything to the bullies either. Society was flawed in my view, and that didn't change no matter what the teachers tried filling into my head.
The Nara boy in front of her cuckled at that "Glad to know that you haven't changed all that much."
"I've changed more then you realize Shikaku." Kasumi stated, a soft look in her eyes "For better or worse, I am the way I am now becuase of what I remember."
When I got into high school, my grades were a steady B average. I didn't care about my grades all that much, but I figure If I wanted to get into any good occupation in the near future, I needed to have good grades. I wish I would have known how pointless it was in honesty. The reason for this was because my parents died in a car crash. I didn't know what to do after they died, but my Aunt and Uncle were my closest immediate family, and they both somehow thought this was my fault.
Shikaku frowned "We're they stupid? I don't know what a car is, but even I know that if it was an accident, why would it be your fault?"
"My Aunt and Uncle were what society called 'book thumpers'. They stuck to what the religious book, the bible in this case, said literally, and anything else was considered being a heretic." Kasumi stated with a sigh "As for a car, it's like a carriage, four wheels, but it runs on a fuel instead of horses like this world."
Shikaku gained a contemplative look, but he gave a small thoughtful nod.
With a grimace I got out of my bed in the attic. It didn't matter to them where I lived, or how crazy the whole world seemed, I just wanted to get out and explore no matter what my dearest, note the sarcasm. aunt and uncle wanted to keep me inside. To them I was abnormal, my thoughts bordering Satanism to them. Since you don't really understand what that it, its the worship of the devil. Not going into details, as I am not one.
Getting back on track, however, I only really had one thing that I could consider mine, and that was a locket that my mother had before she died in that car crash along with my Father. I was told they were hit by a drunk driver, but honestly, I didn't believe them. For one, if I understood correctly when I was younger, my parents were the Owner's of a small company thought could have made it big easily. They had revolutionary thoughts that capitalists didn't like, and then there was the fact that they managed to piss of a really big company when they refused to sell the rights to their company to them.
Needless to say they were not happy whatsoever, and my parents had ended up making a multi-billion dollar company angry with them. Child or not, I knew that something bad was going to happen to someone in the family, I just didn't expect it to be mom and dad.
"Even then you were smart Kasumi. It seems you haven't changed all that much." Shikaku stated, though there was a lazy smirk, to which Kasumi gave a smile towards the Nara.
My aspiration for my mundane life, however, had to be becoming a writing. My creative, almost to mature, mind was what led me to this, and I always dreamed of worlds full of Ninja, and Samurai, the two fighting each other for glory, money, or sometimes land. I knew that something like that was hundreds, if not thousands, of years old, and I didn't really care to be honest. It was something that I always liked about creativity. one of my favorite quotes did say that creativity was just intelligence having fun.
Shikaku actually let out a laugh at that "Now that is a quote that I like. It has a ring to it."
"I have more if you want to hear them later." Kasumi stated with a lazy drawl in turn, though a smirk played on her lips.
Shikaku gave her a smirk as well "I'd like that."
My dearest Aunt and Uncle on the other hand didn't see it that way. They instead saw it as me being rebellious to the way things were supposed to be in the world, and they tore my room up searching for the rough draft of my first story. Fortunately for me, I didn't keep them in my room. Instead I kept them at school. One of the first times I was glad I had a school that went year round with keeping our stuff in place.
Shikaku chuckled once again "Smart girl."
Kasumi gave another smirk towards the Nara.
Didn't matter if it was a military school or not, they didn't go through our personal stuff unless they thought you had drugs or something else along those lines on you, and I wasn't stupid enough to get caught with something like that. Thankfully for me, however, I had a room to myself due to such cases. Every roommate I got had some connection to drugs or alcohol. They were quickly set to a different part of the school to keep them away from one of their more well behaved students, something that I was happy to hear.
It didn't matter that I got into fights a lot, the teachers only cared if I back talked them. I was not stupid thank you very much! I knew what happened when you talked back to a teacher, but if you did it while you were in a military school? I didn't even want to think about it to be honest. The thoughts alone send shivers down my spine, something that I really don't like.
Rolling off of my bed once again, I heaved a sigh once again as I started to pace in my 'room' with lights steps. This was something that actually calmed me down at times. If I started to practice keeping my movements silent I would completely forget about whatever I had started to think about before, and let me tell you that its a good thing. I have a very short temper, and no matter how nice I was, or quiet for that matter, I would snap if you did something to set me off. Needless to say, I was really good at knowing when to pick fights.
"That's not a good thing Kasumi." Shikaku stated with a frown.
Kasumi gave a sigh "I know Shikaku. I've got a better reign on my temper now, but I'm still not sure how well I'll do in the future until I get out under pressure."
Shikaku ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, but gave a nod, conceding to what she had said, as much as he didn't want to admit it.
Teachers don't see it, they don't ask, and don't care for that matter, even if the evidence was right on some kids face. Can't hide a black eye very well after all.
All at once I stopped pacing, however, when I heard some thudding footsteps coming up the door. With a scowl I realized that my whale, pun intended, of an Uncle was walking up the stairs. The man could do well to lose a few tons, I mean seriously. he could barely fit in the door to his car, which was a small little volkswagen beetle of all things, and yet he still at enough for seven men by himself.
Before Shikaku could asked, Kasumi said "A really small car. Somthing about the size of a one person carriage."
Shikaku's eyes widened a bit "... How big did you say your uncle was?"
Kasumi let out a snorting laugh at that, before she said "I said he was like a whale."
If possible, the Nara boys eyes widened even more "...How?"
"Don't ask. You don't want to know." Kasumi stated before she continued.
People like him really disgusted me. It didn't matter if I was related to him or not, he was a lob, and I didn't even want to be called family to that whale. I was seriously going to change my last name from danielson to something a lot more me, like Tori. I knew that meant bird in a different language, no matter how little I knew of the language, and the Irony was not lost on me when I thought it over. I was pretty much a caged bird right now after all. I was hoping and praying to be able to spread my wings and fly one day so that I could do whatever I wanted without interference from people who hated me.
Shikaku's frown grew when he heard that, but he didn't say anything. This was an eye opener though. To think that she had such a hard time before, and then she had to go through even more... She was a strong woman. It didn't matter what her body looked like, she was a woman, and Shikaku wouldn't think otherwise.
With a my scowl turning into a more blank look when my Uncle opened the door to the attic, I watched as the heavy man squeezed himself through the doorway in the floor. His meaty palms were sweaty from just a little climb up, but if he was willing to come up here to get me, there was either something bad happening to me tonight, or he was going to tell me something I didn't like after he yelled at me. Either way wasn't pleasant, and I wasn't looking forward to whatever was going to happen.
Shikaku's scowled at the new information, but he stayed quiet.
His chubby cheeks turned into a frown as he yelled "Where the hell have you been you brat!? I was calling you for hours! Now go get your lazy ass down those stairs and make me some dinner!"
I simply walked past the fat man, and I scowled when he wasn't looking. I really really hated the man and wished I could just work up the courage to either make him sing soprano with a kick between the legs, or sock him in the jaw to make sure he couldn't talk to me at least for awhile. Or at all if I could run away after doing so as well without getting caught and forced back to this hell hole of a home.
If I could survive another five years of this crap then I'd be able to make my get away without having to worry about being sent away. I was, after all 13 and I was going to do whatever I can to make sure that I survived to make it out of this home.
WIth a barely notable sigh, I walked into the kitchen, not even bothering with an apron as they wouldn't give me one anyway, and I started to cook seven things at the same time. I was forced to do this because of the simple fact that if I didn't, then my Uncle dearest wouldn't be able to shove food into his piggish face and then I would have to cook even faster because of his bird like wife.
When I say bird like, I mean it as well. She was skinny for one, with almost toothpick like legs, and then there was the fact that she tended to puff out her chest to make herself look more important despite the fact that she was shorter than I was at the age of 13. Where I stood at a good 5'3, she stood at a whopping, stay with me here, 4'5! If that didn't cement her birde status to me, she didn't eat nearly as much as person should. she mainly at like one roll and a small piece of meat before she finished eating. I swear the woman was an actual bird somehow. It wouldn't have surprised me all that much all things considered, but I wasn't willing to say such outside of my head.
Shaking my head quickly, I rushed over to the things that were actually done, and took them out of the places they were cooking, and then put the items on the table where the pig torn into them with gusto that you would only see on a fat man that was a complete pig as well. Turning away as to not lose what little I've actually eaten, I continued to cook what was required, taking small samples of everything to make sure that it was cooked properly, before I put them on the table for the pig to eat.
I really, and truly, believe that this was why I was even alive at this point. It was because of the fact that I had cooking skills. I was by no means a five star chef, but i knew how to cook enough that a homemade meal was never out of the question. I never got a compliment from the stupid pig either, but thats besides the point. If he did compliment me I would probably die of shock. No, that would just make him right all along. I'd still live just to prove the idiot wrong.
Never let anyone tell you that I wasn't stubborn, you hear?
Shikaku let out a smirk at that "Your not so troublesome, but your still as stubborn as your sister."
Kasumi let out a frown "I am not. I at least won't chew your ear off like I'm sure Kushina is going to do to Minato."
Shikaku choked on air for a second in laughter. The sad thing was that it was true. Kushina, no matter what anyone said, would probably end up with Minato, and she would chew his ear off when it came to fights between them, though it would probably be one sided in any case.
With a fake smile on my face, I put the last of the items on the table before I walked into the kitchen to begin doing to dishes. It didn't matter if the fat bastard was done eating or not, I would clean whatever was in front of me when I was in 'dish mode' as I called it, and my dearest Aunt and Uncle couldn't do anything either as I was doing what they wanted me to do without complaint, though I could have done better clothing wise than what I had on now, which was a pair of light gray pants, and a old beaten up grey T-shirt.
No originality whatsoever. It killed my Muse to even think about it.
With a sigh, I remembered that I was going to be going back to the military school once things were done and over with here, but I kept he grin from forming on my face. No need to have Uncle dearest yell at me for something that was natural, he found the stupidest things to yell and complain about, I swear...
Getting back on track, that meant that I didn't have to deal with my stupid relatives until I had to come back after a few months. Not like it mattered in my opinion. the dumb fatso was going to stay as such no matter what happened. I was just glad that I could get away from him.
With a small groan, I walked up to the attic once again, and fell asleep instantly on the stupid broken bed that my relatives had been so 'nice' to give me.
I had a feeling tomorrow was going to be shit once again anyway.
Kasumi let out a sigh as she finished with what she was saying "That' only a part of what happened. I wish I could tell you more, but that's all I remember... It's getting late anyway, and I don't want to take more of your time."
The Nara heir gave a nod, though there was a contemplative look on his face "Mendokusè... I believe you Kasumi. You've given me something to think on, but I believe you. Also, this wasn't a waste of time of time, if that's what you were thinking."
Kasumi gave a genuine smile towards Shikaku at his comment. With a small, but happy, laugh, Kasumi gave a quick hug to Shikaku, along with another kiss on the cheek, which may or may not have caused said boy to blush. Kasumi gave one more bright smile towards Shikaku, before she ran off, leaving the boy to think over what he had just learned. His whole opinion of the girl changed, but his feelings for her on the other hand, didn't.
He understood why she didn't tell anyone. Who would belive her if she said that she was reborn? If it was anyone else, Shikaku had no doubt he would have been extremely suspicious about what was said. Not only that, but the way Kasumi had explained everything to him like it was ever day knowlage, it was just to much not to be true.
With a groan of 'Mendokusè' Shikaku headed home, a lot of things running through his head. A lot of them involving exactly what had happened to the girl he had somehow ended up falling for, despite their age.
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