Her name was Kangae and she was a freak of nature, let her give you three reasons why.

Number one. She was a zombie. Not in the traditional sense of being a revived corpse of rotting flesh but as in she has been brought back from the seventh ring of death. Not with her old, probably skeletal carcass but with a spanking new skin sac.

Yep she's talking about reincarnation. The cycle of rebirth. Some people get a flower, others a lion out in the Serengeti, but her? No, never anything so simple because life loves to fuck with her.

She got something caught between worse and absolute hell.

Which leads to reason number two.

Her last name was Yamanaka. Yes, yes, it seemed normal and non-threatening but what if she told you she meant the Yamanaka's who could mind walk? The Yamanaka's who could send their psyche into another body? The Yamanaka's from the world of Naruto?

Suddenly such an innocent title like 'Among the Mountains' seemed to hold a presence like a loaded gun. Not to mention she managed to land the position of Ino's suddenly canon twin sister who isn't even blonde but strawberry haired. A ginger Yamanaka came out of the clan lady, oh how the village must have gossiped.

And her clan's ability is the gateway to the third and final reason.

She could hear everyone's thoughts, making her the Jean Grey of Naruto-verse with way less control.

And let her tell you hearing the faint buzz and blare of your parents dirty thoughts as they stared at each other with lusty bedroom eyes was the most horrifying thing she had ever bared witness to. Ever.

Mind reading wasn't like she had envisioned at all. She had assumed it would be similar a magic eight ball or something but it was far more complex than she gave it credit for.

Everyone's mind was different, some people's were like a partially closed curtain and others like a locked door where she could press her ear to the key hole. Sometimes it was like looking through one way glass and others more like a too small window.

Kangae didn't really like the feeling of other minds brushing against hers, some were okay but others felt like she had fur and they were rubbing it the wrong way with taloned fingers.

Her parents minds were only ever truly open around each other. Meaning when other people are near a barrier that she can't pass without risking detection is put up. She likes it best when their walls are up, it quiet unlike the most of the time.

Imagine white noise and magnify the hidden garbled voices by ten, that's what she heard on peaceful days. Annoying yeah?

The first time she registered her mutation it had been about half a year after her (re)birth when she had finally stopped freezing up and wailing her head off when her parents came within a foot of her personal space. She hadn't been trying to search them out, it was that the person was practically broadcasting them on a sonic wave.

Her clan had thrown the two daughters of the clan head a party to celebrate their - not their actual birthday - and it seemed everyone had shown up.

She had been sitting in the playpen with her sister - who was currently playing with her hair, the color obviously fascinated her - and a few other children - Shino, Hinata, Kiba etc - when she had thought she heard someone speak.

"Is that the ginger haired bastard child Inoichi-koi's 'wife' sired?" The snarky, uptight feminine voice practically hissed and Kangae bristled angrily. "I knew she was a cheating whore!"

Imagine how surprised she was to hear that. Whoever had the balls to utter such travesties either deserved a kunai to the throat or a high five. Most likely to bleed from a smile carved on their neck because RUDE MUCH! You don't come to a party for Inoichi's new children to bash because you were denied the privilege to host Ino and her in your uterus. Jealousy was such an ugly trait.

Blue gaze darting around the group of people she finally honed in on a brown haired woman with narrowed grey eyes who was glaring straight at - she glanced at Ino who was sitting a few feet away - her apparently. Feeling a bit taken back by the vehemence in her stare she raised both brows. So it was this chick then? No wonder she got turned down, she's looks sorta...well she was sure you got the idea.

"Ugh, look at the little shit. I refuse to believe Inoichi-koi sired a red headed brat. Both of them are blonde, it's just not possible!"

Now usually at hearing an insult on her hair - or her person and family - she would have scowled as best as she could with her baby face muscles and upchucked right in their face. Usually she would have played the cute card and sucked up only to pull something extremely foul later.

But how could she concentrate on what the she-witch had said when her mouth hadn't even moved!?

Watching the woman with wide, shocked eyes as she walked forward and thought - and omigawd this is so strange! - something positively horrid at her, Kangae burst into tears.

And when she cried, Ino cried, and when more than one child cried, the entire hoard did. It had been a snotty, teary mess of clan heirs and she thought she had reacted pretty well all things considered.

Not her proudest moment but with her Wiley and entirely unpredictable baby emotions even touching a blade of grass would have set her off.

Cowering into the huddle of her mother's arms she let herself be carried off on the excuse of too much excitement and the need of a nap.

So here she was now shuddering in her high chair as her father thought of all the things he'd enjoy doing to their mother.

Glaring at the oblivious and happy Ino she wished she could plead ignorance to this entire debacle. It was bliss after all.

She would definitely have to figure out how to shield before she started picking up images as well. Kangae already had enough mental scarring, she didn't need anymore.

The great thing about ninja families was that they trained you before you even realized you were training.

Watching Ino play quirky hand and cognitive response memory games with their father Kangae looked down at the colored cards in front of her and started to match them up in piles, making sure to make mistakes along to way. They were nearly two in a few weeks and ninja children progressed faster than civilian so this, she assumed, would pass for normal behavior.

While she trusted Inoichi the most out of all the Shinobi to not sell his children out, you never knew who was watching.

"Ah, you've finished Kangae?" Her dad asked with a soft smile, pulling her into his lap along side Ino. "You've done very well on your first try, would you like to try the games I used with your sister now?"

Flashing him a smile she held out her hands palms up and giggled loudly when he started clapping.

Who knew a pumped out version of patty-cake could be used to teach finger dexterity?

So this will be on hiatus until all of my other stories are at at least 15k+. I will still write fire it but I won't post anything after this for a while. Tell me what you think, I'll be revising this chapter. Kangae means thought or mind, I forget which. Excuse any errors.