Well, here's a new chapter.
I hope you like it!
Warning: A little use of some vulgar language, but if it's enough to offend, skim carefully?
Let me know what you think!
. . .
What.
The.
Hell.
Yes, I digress that these aren't very appropriate words for a three year old to use, but I couldn't care less, because damn it, I'm a near woman in a child's body.
Do you get that?
... fine, don't answer, I couldn't care less anyway.
Hey, maybe if I had some sort of beast sealed inside of me, then the beast would be able to answer me back!
Wouldn't that be, like, totally awesome?
Nah, I don't want to be a Jinchūriki, anyway. Too much pressure on me, and since I lived in Sunagakure, wouldn't the Shukaku be sealed inside me like Gaara?
If it was, then I'd go insane, not to mention that just about everybody would hate me.
I always felt sorry for the Jinchūriki that appeared in the show, but my favourite had always been Gaara. I don't know why, though. But he... well, he always seemed so, I don't know, calm about the whole thing when he first appeared in the show. He seemed to be so darn calm when he threatened both Temari and Kankurō that he'd kill them, but then again, Gaara had always seemed to enjoy killing. Meh, my reason for liking him was that he had red hair.
I mean, holy frickin God, my mind was on overdrive when I first caught a glimpse of him. Not to mention how hot he was...
Well, I'm getting off track here. Let's just say that I like red hair, okay?
Now, back to the matter at hand. Dad had totally just asked this Orochimaru look alike if he could train me.
... this was just getting off track.
Well, at least I'll know I'll have Dad's back on this if Mum ever decides to nag about my desicion to become a Shinobi. In fact, it's not like she could do anything about it, though. She doesn't even know how to fight.
And neither do I, my mind snidely retorted back.
That was when my facial expression changed, and I was hyper-aware of everyone's eyes on me. Well, minus Hiroshi 'cause he's blind, not that I have anything against him, of course. I'm sure that once I get to know the boy, which I'm sure I will, by the way, that he'll slowly be eased out of that dumb impassive mask of bitterness that he keeps.
And then I realised that that man- Rin Akashi I believed his name was, was speaking. Well, his mouth was moving, but I had no idea as to what he could possibly be saying because I wasn't paying attention.
"... do you agree to these terms, Yūmaru-san?"
I blinked. "... eh?"
Lovely, what an intelligent response.
The incredibly thin man scowled, and yeah, the man was thin to the point of anorexia. Wait, did Shinobi even know what anorexia was?
I didn't really know much about it, of course, but I knew that it was very serious and very damaging to the body...
Eh, enough about anorexia and back to the matters at hand.
Which meant an intelligent reply to Rin Akashi, my father's 'old friend'.
Despite feeling a horrible bout of dread in my stomach for not knowing his terms, I nodded as politely as I could manage. Hey, you can't blame me, I was really starting to dislike this guy.
Maybe it was because he looked an eensy little bit like Orochimaru.
And don't get me wrong, I absolutely hated that snake-faced fucker. Well, I hated Madara more, but only because he can't stay dead, and in reality I think that Madara is pretty awesome and cool.
I just really, really, really hate Orochimaru. He's like a pedophile with the way he bites people, and much like Madara...
He.
Just.
Won't.
Die!
Well, you get my point. So now where was I? Ah, yes, I was at the point of politely nodding to the Orochimaru clone, agreeing to whatever terms he created.
And what a mistake that was, because Rin Akashi smiled.
And it wasn't a grin. It was a creepy ass smile!
I was really starting to hate on this guy, but when I'm angry, I'm not like most people. While most people recklessly chase others with their anger, I'm more of a quiet one. No one ever really knows I'm angry, and in the times that I do get angry, well I'll just say that it isn't pretty.
"Yes, Akashi-san," I found myself saying, and damn, what was I getting myself into?
No answer?
Well, nah, I won't say any vulgar words, it'll traumatise innocent minds.
Not that my mind's innocent, though.
In my last life, I was, like, corrupted in year three, when I was only eight years old. My sister had had a sex ED class, and well, that's all I'll say.
To my surprise and revulsion, Rin Akashi laughed. And it was a thin, wispy sort of sound, and it shook the entirety of his stick-thin body, his dark blue kimono-style shirt shaking with the motion.
I blinked. Kimono-style?
Hey, that looked pretty cool, maybe I should get a shirt like that when I become a Genin.
But I wanted it to be red, and maybe in every shade.
Ha, that sounded sort of funny.
Shades of Red.
Yeah, I kind of like it. Sounds cool.
Well hey, red is by far my most favourite colour, and it didn't help my weird obsession that my own hair was red.
And Dad's.
And Takashi's.
And Sasori's-
Wait, how come I only just remembered that Sasori has red hair?
Meh, you probably don't want to listen to my rambling, so I'll let the story continue.
Well, here goes...
When Rin Akashi finally stopped laughing, I was able to get a word in, and I frowned, crossing my arms. "Why were you laughing?" I asked childishy, sounding like the three year old that my body currently was.
Rin Akashi frowned at that, peering down at me with his bright eyes (and they were too bright, mind you). "Aren't I allowed to laugh in my own home, Yūmaru-san?"
He seemed a tad bit defensive of this, too. But I also noticed that he didn't seem to want to lose to a four year old.
Well, three in reality, but I was turning four tomorrow, damnit!
And it was something that my father seemed to pick up right away, for he suggested, well, more like ordered us to the sitting room.
And that was how I found myself kneeling behind a very low table, by legs and knees comfortably pressed into a rather big cushion. Seated beside me was Hiroshi, and before me sat Rin Akashi and Dad.
"Tell me, Yūmaru-san," Rin began, (and yes, I know I've been calling him by his last name, but it's so much simple to simply call him 'Rin'). "Why do you wish to become a Shinobi?"
Everyone but Hiroshi stared at me, then. And I decided to answer as honestly as I could.
"I want to protect my family," I said solemnly. "But most of all, I want to protect Sunagakure, because I love it so, so much. I would give my life for it if it came to that conclusion."
Rin gave a low whistle, seemingly impressed, and just as he was about to speak, a new voice cut in.
"That's an impressive goal for a kid," an unfamiliar voice stated. "But can you back it up?"
I immediately turned, and ohmygod!
It was a teenager, looking to be seventeen at the most, and he was clad in only a pair of loose fitting trousers. His dark hair fell all the way to his shoulders in unkept, shaggy spikes. Not really messy, but you get my point. His eyes were dark brown, almost black in colour and were incredibly guarded, even more so than Sasori's.
But hey, I knew this guy!
Do you wanna guess who it is?
... fine, don't guess, then, 'cause I already know the answer.
Wait for it... wait for it...
It's the Third Kazekage!
Yep, bet you didn't expect that!
I admit I didn't either, but that's beside the point. And he wasn't the Kazekage right now, that job's still with the second.
And the Second Kazekage doesn't look like he'll drop dead anytime soon, even though he does look old enough to retire.
Hm, I wonder if the future Third Kazekage won't get kidnapped if I manage to change Sasori, that is, if I change. Other than that, there's only one other way to stop the teenager from getting killed.
And that's to stop him from ever becoming Kazekage.
But if I did that, then I'd completely screw up the timeline and won't know what will happen in the future.
And after all this pondering and thinking in my head, I then so happened to notice that the future Third Kazekage was looking at me with an expectant look on his face.
"Can you back it up?" He repeated.
"Of course I can," I blurted, and face burning, I attempted to sink lower in my cushion.
The future Kazekage smirked at my actions, before shaking his head and gliding out of the room. I gawked after the Iron-San User, and when I turned back to the others, Rin's lips were pursed, and Dad was shaking his head in fond exasperation.
"Teenagers these days," Rin sighed, his too bright eyes closing underneath his fringe of shaggy hair.
"Who was that?" I asked curiously, and I was curious, because why was the future Kazekage in Rin's home, no less?
"My nephew," Rin replied curtly, and at my curious look, he added, "My sister's son." Then, he smirked.
I raised an eyebrow, and he explained, "I guess that he just got curious at the sight of an infant proclaiming to the world that she wished to be a Shinobi. It's his dream to be the Kazekage, after all."
A tiny smile graced my lips as I slammed a hand onto the table, proclaiming, "Well he won't, because Onii-chan's going to be the one to become Kazekage!"
I felt like I was doing my brother a favour, and even though I was miffed at the "infant" comment, I wouldn't allow Rin's nephew to win.
Now it was Rin's turn to look surprised. "Oh, Takashi wishes to become Kazekage?"
I nodded eagerly, letting the child within me pour out her enthusiasm. "Yeah, and he will, just you wait!"
Dad chuckled, reaching out a hand and ruffling my messy hair with over exaggerated fondness. "This is the most excitable that I have seen Yūmaru be, normally she is as quiet as Hiroshi is."
At the mention of his name, the little boy beside me jerked, his snowy hair flying with the motion, and revealing his pale, milky green eyes to the world. I frowned at the sight of his clear, milky gaze. And it was because that if Hiroshi wasn't blind, then I'd be staring at a pair of inhumanely bright green eyes, and I have a hunch that they'd be even brighter than his father's blue eyes.
"Hiroshi?" I asked softly, and I didn't why I did, either. It was as if something had compelled me to.
"Hmm?" The boy murmured absently, turning his clear, sightless eyes on me. "What is it, Yūmaru-san?"
I smiled shyly, twisting my fingers into the soft fabric of my robes. I felt nervous with the question I was about to ask, and I prayed that Hiroshi wouldn't be angry or annoyed.
So without further ado, I blurted out, "What's it like to be blind?"
Hiroshi frowned, but then, it softened ever so slightly into a gentle smile as he murmured, "It isn't so bad. Being blind, I mean. I was born with it, and I'm used to it. All I see is darkness, but sometimes, I can see, and it's the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life."
"Hiroshi-kun," my father cut in, turning his deep black eyes to the little boy. "The thing's you've seen, tell me, was it coloured blue?"
Hiroshi looked surprised, before it swiftly dissolved to his impassive facade. I nearly groaned at that, but at least he wasn't cold and aloof like Sasori was-
Wait, why do I keep mentioning Sasori anyway?
And now that I think about it, I don't really know the answer.
And I'd prefer to keep it that way.
Suddenly, Hiroshi began to speak, and I realised that I'd missed half of his monologue, and his soft voice was echoing was echoing throughout the room.
"-and when Otou-sama comes particularly close when we're training," Hiroshi was saying. "I can see the faint outline of his body."
When I looked at Dad, he seemed stunned, and seeing his usually stoic face was pulled into a frown. Then, he murmured, "I think that you're a Sensor type, Hiroshi-kun."
I watched as Hiroshi's clear, sightless eyes widened from behind his pale hair.
I resisted the urge to laugh at the irony.
Here the both of us were: Yūmaru Kishi, and Hiroshi Akashi, both Sensor type, only that Hiroshi's is possibly stronger than mine since he's blind and all.
"Well, at least we know what we're training," I muttered softly.