Chapter 30

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.

Madara's P.O.V.

I'd expected my daughter to be very upset, but couldn't have expected it to last any longer. She stayed in her room for three days, refusing to eat, drink, or even move aside from the two trips she made to the restroom. In that time, she also refused to say anything; even Hidan, who could always get a reaction –either a laugh or a punch- out of her, had failed in his attempts.

By the start of the fourth day, I'd decided that if she didn't get up soon I would have to use a little bit of force; I sure wasn't going to let her get ill over this. I went into her room around noon and found her the same as always: eyes staring into space, still lying in the same spot where Haru had left her. (I was, in a way glad she'd chosen him. He was a good kid; and an excellent fighter too.)

I knelt down beside her bed and waved my hand across her face. I could tell she was in a sort of trance, because when I did so, I saw absolutely no movement or reaction in her pupils. At that, I decided to go through with my plan.

I activated my Sharingan and looked directly into her eyes, casting a genjutsu on her as lightly as I could. Finally, her face showed the slightest change; recognition. I knew I had gotten her attention, but I remained as I was. Through the genjutsu, I told her what she needed to do.

"You're going to have to get up sometime, Kimiko." I said.

"Why?" She questioned.

"Because I said. I know your upset, but there's nothing you can do about the Jinchuriki, Gaara's, death."

Finally she looked at me, so I released the genjutsu to talk to her normally.

Kimiko's P.O.V.

I'd figured he'd try something eventually, but a genjutsu was just cheating. If I wanted to lay like this for the rest of my life, that was my choice.

"You're going to have to get up sometime, Kimiko." My father said gently, but with a serious tone.

"Why?" I said simply, but a little grouchy.

"Because I said." He responded, in a semi-joking, semi-smart ass way. "I know your upset, but there's nothing you can do about the Jinchuriki, Gaara's, death."

I looked up at him, to let him know he could release the genjutsu without me going numb again.

"Dad, before I moved to Konoha, Gaara was the only person who was willing to accept me as who I was. Maybe it's just a thing with Jinchuriki or something, but they seem to be more understanding and accepting than most people." I said.

"When I got to Konoha, I was just an outsider to most people, but Kakashi's team ended up trusting me, even when they found out about my heritage; that was because of Naruto. When his team began to trust me, Konohamaru's followed in suit; again led by Naruto. After that the whole village began to trust me."

I continued. "They have a way of finding the best part of a person and bringing it into light for the rest of their village. If they hadn't found me, I'd probably be in the bingo books now, listed as a defect or something." I laughed. "If they knew I was here anyway. Kinda ironic huh?"

My father had sat silently while I'd talked, but now it was his turn. "Kimi, when I was your age, I'd seen many of my friends die, some even right in front of me. I'd thought that life could never get worse, but when my brother died, I went as deep into anger and depression as one could get."

He paused. "Did Kakashi never tell you about our family's curse?"

"Touched it, but not really."

"Well, this is that curse." He said. "Pain and suffering. You have to fight it. Things can always, and usually will, get worse at some point in your life. You have to learn how to move on. They did tell you why Sasuke left, right?" I nodded.

"Well, that's the same thing. He was so angry at Itachi that the revenge he craved drove him to such lengths that he is where he is now." He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked directly at me; onyx eyes meeting blue. "I've already lost your mother. Please don't make me lose you." I leaned in and hugged him tightly. As expected, he tensed up in response to the action, but after a moment he hugged me back like no one had before.

What happened next is the biggest surprise I've ever received, and is something that will always stay with me. "I love you Kimiko." He said, still holding me in a fatherly embrace.

My eyes widened a little, and a few tears escaped them. "I love you too, Dad." I said hugging him even tighter. We stayed like that for a few more moments, then let go.

When he pulled away from me, he looked into my eyes again and said, "When you feel like it, come to my room. I need to talk to you about the mess you made in the clearing." I was a little confused, but nodded. Oh yeah, I remember. The grass. "But clean up first. You're starting to smell." He added jokingly.

After I'd finally decided to get up and shower, I went down the hall to my dad's room and knocked on the wall three times. As soon as the door opened a tad, I jumped in and quickly pulled it closed.

"So, about that mess." I said smiling a little.

He smirked back. "Well, you blackened the grass throughout a circle with a radius of about four feet." He stated.

"Really!? How?" I asked.

Well, according to the records we took from Konoha, you seemingly have a second kekei genkei that is tied to your optical kekei genkei." I nodded. "Well, I've studied the charts, and I don't believe that's the case. Whether it's a kekei genkei or not, is still uncertain. However, I have come to the conclusion that it is triggered by and uses emotions."

I nodded again. "I think I know what you mean. Lady Tsunade and I talked about this a few times. Once she took me to the Valley of End, and I already had a small theory about this, so I put thought and feelings into your statue." I laughed a little at the memory.

"Obito actually told me about that. That happened shortly after he discovered you in Konoha, and before he told me about you." My father said. Hm.

I smiled and nodded, "Did it work?"

"Very much so." He answered.

"Yes! That means that even though I don't have perfect control over it, I still understand how to use it." I though aloud. "I've used it knowingly several times actually. That's how I told Haru and Kazuma I had calmed down enough for them to come to me the other day." I lowered my head at the memory.

"Well, obviously, you can not only use this as a communication device, but as a weapon. The chakra you released into the grass was not just plain chakra, but filled with anger, and sadness. I think we should test our theories, don't you?" I nodded in agreement.