Uzuchiha apartment

In the Uzuchiha apartment, the morning light filtered through the curtains as Sasuke busied himself in the kitchen, making breakfast. Kurama, in his small fox form, lounged on the couch, intently watching old pre-era TV shows. Sasuke, stirring scrambled eggs in the pan, glanced at Kurama and asked, "Hey, Kurama, can you see Naruko's dreams?"

Kurama paused the show with a small paw, looking over at Sasuke. "What do you want, brat?" he asked, his tone indifferent.

"I was just wondering if you could see her dreams. She's always smiling in her sleep," Sasuke replied, his curiosity evident.

Kurama stayed quiet for a moment before answering, "No, I can't. I only have access to her memories, not her dreams."

Sasuke nodded, though something about Kurama's response seemed off. "Alright," he said, returning to his cooking. Kurama resumed watching his show, but deep down, he had lied. He knew exactly why Naruko was smiling.

Mindescape

The scene shifted to Naruko's mindscape, deep within Kurama's cage. Naruko stood before her father, Minato, who was bound and tortured in the worst ways possible. Kunai were stabbed into his legs, twisted cruelly, and one of his eyes had been gouged out. His nails were missing, blood dripping from his wounds. Naruko, her eyes devoid of life, smiled coldly as she inflicted pain on him.

She grabbed Minato by the hair, lifting him up as he coughed up blood, his face brutally beaten and wounded. "You know, as long as I have chakra and Kurama's power, I'll keep giving you more just so you won't vanish. I want to make you suffer for every single day of those 14 years of abuse and torture," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "But don't worry, you only have 13 years left. I'll enjoy every second of it."

Minato, barely able to speak, tried to reach out to Naruko, calling her "Naruko-chan" and telling her not to let hatred consume her. He started to give a speech about the cycle of hatred, but Naruko cut him off with a vicious kick across the face. "I don't give a damn about the cycle of hatred! My hatred is for you and that damned village!" she screamed, stomping on his head repeatedly, her fury unrelenting.

Breathing heavily, she paused and then spoke in another language—English. "If I see any Konoha shinobi coming to my home, I won't hesitate to kill them. And I'll take great joy in killing that perverted toad," she said, her voice cold and determined.

Minato, in pain, pleaded with her, "Please, don't destroy the village. It's my home..."

Naruko froze, her eyes wide with shock. "How... how do you know English?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and anger. Minato stiffened, realizing he had let something slip.

Naruko's shock quickly turned into realization, and she began to laugh maniacally. "No... no... NO!" she screamed, leaping at Minato and brutally beating him once more. "You weren't an orphan when Jiraiya found you, were you? You lied! You're a half-breed from this world and the Elemental Nations! You had a family!"

She paused, a sinister smile creeping across her face. "I get it now. You had a father from the Elemental Nations who somehow impregnated your mother to have a child with a Quirk... and yet, you were born Quirkless," she sneered.

Minato's hair hung down, covering his eyes as tears dripped to the ground. Naruko looked at him with disgust. "You're a hypocrite. A selfish bastard who only wanted to be praised. If my mom were alive, she would've left you without a second thought," she spat, her voice laced with venom.

As she turned to leave, Naruko gave Minato one last look of contempt. "I'll see you soon, Namikaze the Quirkless," she said, walking away with a sense of triumph.

Outside of the mindscape

Outside of the mindscape, Naruko woke up, stretching backward as her back popped, causing her breasts to bounce slightly. She got up, still fuming after realizing that her so-called sperm donor, Minato, was from this world. She didn't dwell on it too long, though. With a swift backflip, she leapt off her loft, landing gracefully on the floor below.

Sasuke, standing by the stove, glanced at her. "Finally woke up," he commented, his tone neutral as he flipped a pancake.

Naruko put on her usual cheerful mask, grinning. "A girl needs her beauty sleep!" she chirped.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "You serious about that?" His skeptical tone made her pause for a moment.

Naruko let out a dramatic gasp. "You don't think I'm beautiful?!" she teased, clutching her chest in mock hurt.

Sasuke shrugged, turning back to the stove. "You're cute. I'll give you that," he said casually, not bothering to look at her.

That caught her off guard, and Naruko's face turned slightly pink. Flustered, she quickly shook it off and smirked. "Bitch, I'm adorable," she corrected, crossing her arms proudly.

Kurama, still on the couch, snickered. "Adorably stupid," he muttered.

Naruko's grin didn't falter as she swiftly delivered a playful sidekick, sending the fox flying out the window. The distant crash followed soon after, leaving Sasuke shaking his head at the absurdity of it all. These two were ridiculous sometimes.

"Breakfast's ready," Sasuke said calmly, placing the plates on the table as if nothing unusual had happened.

Naruko wasted no time jumping into her seat, her excitement visible as her chibi form popped out—complete with fox ears and a tail wagging energetically. She grinned ear to ear, her small form bouncing as her tail swished side to side.

Sasuke glanced at her, trying not to let a smile slip, but mentally he found it amusing. Naruko, acting like an excited puppy, was a rare sight—and one he'd never get used to. The serious Uchiha couldn't deny that she had her moments, as much as he pretended not to care.

As they began to eat breakfast, the usual dynamic between them returned. Sasuke remained quiet, focused on his food, while Naruko devoured her meal with gusto, fox ears twitching and tail wagging every so often. Despite everything, this was their strange, yet comforting routine.

I-Island

Back on I-Island, Melissa Shield sat in her room, fingers flying across her keyboard, the soft glow of her computer illuminating the dim space. Her phone buzzed quietly nearby, the news anchor's voice reporting on a new and dangerous threat: a villain named Magneto. Melissa kept one ear on the news while simultaneously scouring the web for information. The name Magneto echoed through her mind. It had been over 200 years since the pre-Quirk era comics featured the infamous villain with the same name, but this was real life—and this Magneto wasn't just fiction anymore.

On her screen were clips of the man in question, his magnetic powers on full display. Villains with dangerous quirks had been disappearing over the past few months, and the news was abuzz with speculation. Melissa stared at the videos, watching in fascination as Magneto bent metal to his will with frightening precision and strength. His costume was striking—reminiscent of the comic books she used to read as a kid but far more grounded, more real. It was cool, in a way, despite the fear he instilled in many.

Melissa leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. Life had taken a wild turn over the past year. She still couldn't fully wrap her head around it. She had made friends with a ninja from another world—Naruko Uzumaki—and somehow slept with her during what she now called "a phase." At least, that's what she told herself. The multiverse was real, and everything she thought she knew about the world had been shattered.

Her thoughts drifted to New York City and the vigilantes she had encountered there. The Red Hood, a man who operated in the shadows, fighting crime with an intensity she had never seen before. Then, reports a Spider-Woman had appeared not long after, swinging through the city, helping people in need. Melissa had assisted Red Hood. But with that came the darker side of heroism—one she never anticipated.

She had blood on her hands now. The thought of it still haunted her. Who would have ever imagined that sweet, little Melissa Shield would take a life? Her father certainly wouldn't have. But the world wasn't as bright and hopeful as she once believed. It was far darker, more dangerous, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape that truth.

Melissa sighed, pulling herself away from her desk. She stood up, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on her shoulders. She needed a break, something to eat to clear her head. As she left her room, her computer screen remained on, the title of her current project glowing in bold letters: "Iron Maiden Mark I".

She paused at the door, glancing back at the screen for a moment. Her work was important—crucial even. If she was going to survive in this crazy world, she needed to be prepared. And if that meant building something that could protect her and the people she cared about, so be it.

But for now, she needed to recharge. With a final sigh, Melissa left her room, heading to the kitchen to find some comfort in a meal, leaving the shadows of her past and future behind her—if only for a brief moment.

Degobah Beach

On the now pristine shores of Dagobah Beach, thanks to Izuku's relentless training and newfound stamina, the early August sun shone brightly. He had transformed the once trash-filled coastline into a clean, sparkling place, and his hard work was starting to show in more ways than one. As Izuku trained with Mirko, Naruko sat on the sand, her sharp eyes observing their sparring session while Kurama lounged beside her, occasionally snickering at the unfolding events.

Izuku, with impressive agility, dodged several of Mirko's lightning-fast leg strikes. After a quick spin, he swept her legs from underneath her, causing the rabbit hero to fall onto her back with a thud. Without wasting a second, Izuku leaped on top of her, pinning her down with a proud, breathless grin. His victory was short-lived, however, as Mirko shot him a playful smirk and teased, "You enjoy being between my thighs, don't you, Green Bean?"

The comment sent a surge of embarrassment through Izuku. His face flushed red, and the shock caused him to lose focus. Before he could react, Mirko easily broke free of his grip, grabbed him, and tossed him into the nearby ocean with a powerful throw. Izuku yelped as he flew through the air, landing with a massive splash.

Naruko winced from the sidelines. "Oof, that's gotta hurt," she muttered, watching Izuku resurface, drenched and sputtering. Kurama, however, was not so sympathetic and burst out laughing, clutching his sides. "Serves the kid right for getting distracted," he chuckled, crunching down on a chip from the bag balanced on his head.

Meanwhile, All Might stood at a distance, observing Izuku's progress with a proud smile. He had come a long way since they first met, and his hard work was paying off. As Izuku emerged from the water, still dripping wet, All Might walked over with Naruko and Mirko, eager to congratulate him. Izuku, trying to shake off the saltwater, peeled off his shirt to wring it dry, revealing a toned, muscular physique that surprised everyone.

Naruko raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Izuku, you might want to put a shirt on before some girl sees you and jumps you," she teased, a playful gleam in her eyes.

Mirko, always one to push buttons, joined in with a smirk of her own. "She's not wrong, you know. Not bad for a 14-year-old kid," she said, giving his six-pack an appreciative glance. Izuku, still blushing, could only stammer in embarrassment, trying to cover himself with his shirt.

Naruko rolled her eyes and shot Mirko a playful glare. "Stop being a horny rabbit already," she scolded.

Mirko shot a sharp look back but didn't lose her grin. "Jealous much?" she teased, her smirk widening when she noticed the faint blush creeping onto Naruko's face.

Naruko shot her tongue out in retaliation but fell silent as a brief flash of memory hit her—Sasuke's six-pack, his lean yet muscular build. It reminded her of Hugh Jackman in his prime as Wolverine. The thought caused her face to flush slightly, and she quickly shook her head to dispel it.

Mirko, ever the observant one, noticed the reaction and smirked knowingly. "Looks like someone's got something on her mind," she muttered under her breath.

As they all walked up the beach, Kurama trotted alongside them with a bag of chips perched on his head, happily munching away without a care in the world. Naruko cast a quick glance at Izuku, noting just how much he had improved, not just physically but mentally. He was becoming stronger—more determined.

She couldn't help but feel proud of him, even if he still had a long way to go. This world, and all its challenges, was far from easy. But Izuku Midoriya was shaping up to be a force to be reckoned with. And, if nothing else, Naruko was determined to help him every step of the way.

As Izuku stood there, still dripping from his unexpected dip in the ocean, All Might approached him with a warm smile, his towering figure casting a long shadow over the beach. His blue eyes sparkled with pride as he looked down at his young successor.

"Young Midoriya," All Might began, his deep voice filled with emotion, "you've made me incredibly proud. When I met you all those months ago, I saw potential, but you've gone far beyond even what I imagined. You've rendered a great service—not only to this community by cleaning up the beach—but also to yourself and your future career as a hero."

Izuku's heart swelled with joy, his smile bright enough to rival the sun above them. He had worked tirelessly, and hearing those words from All Might made it all worth it. For once, the tears that often accompanied his emotional moments were absent, replaced by a steady, determined gleam in his eyes.

All Might, pausing for a moment, plucked a hair from his head. "There's something I want to share with you—something I was told when I was young. Something you receive because you're lucky and something you are given because you're recognized are different in essence. Take that to heart, young Midoriya."

Izuku nodded, his face serious as he absorbed the words. He knew what was coming, and though his excitement was bubbling beneath the surface, a question gnawed at him. He had always wondered how, exactly, All Might's quirk, One For All, was passed on.

With that, All Might extended his hand, holding out the single strand of hair between his fingers. Izuku puffed up, his expression shifting from nervous to outright confused. Rumi and Naruko, standing just behind him, leaned in curiously, both of them eager to know the secret of this legendary quirk transfer. Kurama even stopped munching on his chips for a moment, tilting his head in curiosity.

All Might grinned, his eyes gleaming with a playful light as he made the big reveal. "To inherit my power... you need to eat this," he said, holding the hair closer to Izuku.

A stunned silence fell over the beach. Izuku's smile faltered, his confusion and shock plain as day. "Ehh?" he squeaked, his face frozen in disbelief.

Naruko and Rumi both blinked in surprise, their eyes darting between All Might and the strand of hair. Kurama spat out a chip and started laughing uncontrollably, rolling on the sand as if this were the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

to be continued...

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