Chapter 22
AN: Kishimoto owns all except my characters-Kiminari, and Kimiko, and later characters. Also I'm probably not going to follow any of the story line except a few small things. I may take the characters outside their natural personalities, but that's because it's my story, and it'll add to it. Another thing: since I'm not following the story line of the series- All main (good) characters will start out the same age as they should be, but even though the Akatsuki will be around, the war will not happen until later; if it does at all. Again this is because I'm making up my own story line; it gets kinda boring when nothing has changed and, you readers would be able to guess what was going to happen all the time. So, enjoy, and please comment, review, rate, whatever you wanna do. :D
P.S. I don't like to go into detail to tell you things most of you already know, and if you don't already know them, then it's best I don't tell you.
PPS In mine-since I'll do what I like- Tobi(Obito) and Madara are both in control of the Akatsuki-lead by the later of the two. Also, Madara has already found a way to keep young, but not like that creeper Orochimaru-No little kids or young adults involved. XP
Back to Kimiko's P.O.V.
It had been about six months since Kakashi and Tsunade had taken me to see the Valley of end, and since then, I have learned many other things about my family -some from my mentors and others from being in my new home. I moved into the clan leader's home two months ago, and I found some new memory everyday while cleaning or moving things around.
I didn't particularly care for the layout that Mikoto Uchiha had planned for the living room. There was too much space in the center too little space to walk around the edges; I suppose with kids in the house that had been the best way to have things placed at the time. I decided to search for ideas next time I went to the library, but when I decided to clean one of the book shelves in the small library, I ran across a book that had sketches and paintings of the house as it had been in the past several generations. I looked through it and, by luck, ran across some sketches of layouts that I happened to really like; they had been from when Sasuke's father, Fugaku, had been a child.
After I had rearranged the furniture, I finished cleaning the bookshelf and ran across another family book with several loose sketches and paintings pressed between the pages. As I looked through them, I found five or six of my father and his brother Izuna, growing up; these I placed carefully into frames which I later hung around the house.
Since I had been living there alone, Kakashi came by often, frequently staying the night as well and claiming that he only did so because he worried about me, but I knew it was just so he could get someone to cook for him. I tended to have friends over several times a week for movie or game nights as well, so I was never really lonely. Having all the company also made the place feel more lively; not like a house, but like a home.
Time skip again (2 years). :D sorry
PS: Kimiko is now fifteen.
Madara's P.O.V.
I walked through my old home, taking in all the changes that had been made, and all the things that had been kept the same. I noticed that the layout of most of the furniture throughout the house, was different, but this girl had done a good job; nothing was too close and there was not too much empty space. I had watched her train from a distance for several hours yesterday and again today, and I had admitted to myself, that she was indeed very good. She had already completely mastered the sharingan up to a mature level -I assumed her mentors wouldn't allow her to know how to achieve the mangekou sharingan- and had outstanding control over it as well. She was well above average in all areas, but I had noticed one flaw; she was, when not fighting or standing idle, the clumsiest child I had ever seen.
Walking through the outdoor market: trips on an empty bag
Walking through the outdoor market: trips over dog
Walking through the outdoor market: trips over self
Walking up library steps: trips
Leaving library: completely misses door as it closes: quick thought up replacement jutsu
Walking back to Uchiha compound: trips over a stray marble from nearby children
Entering her home: trips herself while taking off shoe
ETC
ETC
ETC
Need I go on?
While I was admiring an old portrait of my brother and myself, I heard a loud crash on the stairs; that would be her now-quiet as a mouse…until she trips yet again. As she picked up whatever it was she had dropped, I heard her cursing under her breath; she sounded just like her mother- this actually brought the ghost of a smile to my face. When I heard the door open, I hid myself in a side room filled with books and waited until she passed by, but as she did I saw the slightest catch in her stride, telling me she had tensed up; Oh, so she's sensed my chakra. I thought I'd masked it well enough. Let's see what she does then.
Kimiko's P.O.V.
As I walked up the stairs to my house, I tripped dropping all my groceries. UUUUUgggghhhh! Not again; I've only tripped four times today why not a fifth time? "You know, they say shit happens, but it seems that worst of it likes to fuck up my day." I said to myself quietly.
Once I had picked everything up, I continued on into the house. I had noticed, as I neared the house that it seemed a little quiet, no crickets or anything, but I'd brushed it off; it felt like it might rain, maybe that was why. However, upon entering my house, I sensed something strange, a little like someone's chakra, but still way different. As I passed the library, my suspicions were confirmed; there was definitely someone in my house. I tensed up a little; either they're too stupid to mask their chakra, or they're too confident to, but either way, they were about to get their ass out of my house before I kicked 'em out.
"If you want out, you'd better take your chance now." I said confidently. Nothing happened, so, keeping my guard up high, I reached out to the chakra, and upon sensing that it held no threatening intents, I said jokingly, "Or would you like to stay for dinner?" Still nothing, but the chakra holder's feelings showed that they had felt some confusion at my words and actions. I walked down to the library, where I knew they still were, and flipped on the lights; I didn't see anyone, but they were there alright, and it wasn't a clone.
There was only one place they could hide, so I walked straight over to the cabinet that held pencils, paper, and a rack for blankets in the winter time. I quietly pulled the tanto -I kept in replacement of my katana when off duty- out of its sheath on my right hip -I liked to use it back-handed as it you can's stab anything with it- and carefully opened the door. At first I saw nothing, but, deciding it was a genjutsu, I slashed about midway, earning exactly what I'd wanted; a kunai had stopped my blade.
I could tell that whoever this was, was keeping the genjutsu on their appearance up, but I decided to let them have a little fun before I ruined that for them. As they advanced on me I slipped to the right then came up behind them; as they spun around, I ducked to avoid their line of vision, and came up behind their back, activating my sharingan. I continued to shadow them by sensing their movements-something that had never failed to irritate my friends while sparing. After almost a minute, they reacted how I'd wanted them to, spinning only partway, then deciding to reverse, so that we would come face to face, all the while assuming I would fall for the trick; both our plans succeeded. I had already lunged as they came face to face with me, and this finally caught them off guard; I pinned whoever it was up against a nearby bookshelf, using an almost unnecessary amount of chakra, but fearing that using any less would give them an advantage.
"So, is that 'you'll stay for dinner with me', or 'you'll stay for dinner with Ibiki'?" I asked with a giggle; there were not many stray ninja who came here who hadn't heard of Ibiki Morino.
My captive stiffened a little at the mention of his name, knowing that having being caught by me, they could just as easily be brought to him. "I didn't intend on staying, much less on harming you." There was a pause, then, "However, I think I will stay for a while; I'd really like to get to know you better. You seem like a very talented kunoichi." I nodded releasing my hold on them and heading back to the kitchen.
"Aren't you afraid to turn your back so easily on someone who has just attacked you?" He asked
"I don't like to hold grudges." I replied. "Also, I can tell you're not going to try anything again; I can feel it through your chakra -and you can't control that so don't bother trying". I laughed out loud as I glanced at his face; while nearly devoid of expression, it still revealed that he'd been shocked at all that I'd just said.
"How did you learn to do something like that?" He asked, curious now.
"Well, when I was little, I was raised in an orphanage in Suna. I was told that I wouldn't be allowed to attend the ninja academy there. The older girls would always tease me about how I would never be more than a pet to some man, unable to even defend myself. As they started to attend the academy, they found that I was an easy target for violence as well as the teasing. Eventually, I learned to sense when one of them was angry, or when they were planning verbal or physical abuse; this helped me out a lot as we grew older."
"But you're obviously a ninja now. Did you run away or something?"
"No, a jonin boy attacked me one day, and I just snapped. Something happened that I had no control of." I said.
"What happened?" Man this guy was pushy. Oh well, maybe it'll keep him more in check.
"Well, at first we didn't know. Gaara, the kazekage, had Lady Tsunade send Kakashi and he had blood tests run on me. When they found out that I had a kekei genkei that was tied to my eyesight, Kakashi brought me here, and I began training." I recounted as Kakashi had told me.
"So did you ever find out what kind it was?"
Hmm. If he wants to know, I'll tell him. "The sharingan, obviously; I mean, we are in an Uchiha house." I said sarcastically, but still good-naturedly.
"So you're an Uchiha? What about your parents, weren't all the Uchiha wiped out years ago?" He asked, politely.
"My mother was a kunoichi from Kokan no Mura, named Kiminari Uzumaki."
"And your father?" I had been told not to tell anyone unless I first had the hokage's permission.
"I can't tell you that."
"Why not? It wouldn't make any difference to me anyway."
"Then of course, I don't have to tell you. If it makes no difference, then why do you continue to ask?" I said with a giggle. I knew that, whoever he was, he had found it quite amusing, that I had turned his own words against him.
He let out a short chuckle. "Well, it just so happens that I really don't need to know. By the way, you never mentioned your name."
"I usually don't have the need to give my name to people who are in my home; we are usually well aquainted. Furthermore, when I don't know a person, I, being a woman, prefer to know the strangers name, before giving my own." I smirked.
"Very well, Kimiko." WHAT?! HE ALREADY KNEW MY NAME?!He smirked seeing that I had immediately tensed up. "My name is Madara Uchiha. I believe I am your father."
AN: Please forgive the whole 'I am your father' clichéness, but there really isn't a non-corny way to put it. XD