A/N: Hi there! Sorry I didn't update for awhile, been busy with school with all the lectures, assignments, and turn in sheets. You know, I first didn't know where to go with this story, but over the time I've been plotting and plotting until it grew thick and so delicious I just had to get to writing it down soon! I have so much to do in this story, it's just perfect and I hope that nothing will go wrong with what I have planned! With all the revelations going on in the recent update of the manga, new ideas and plans came up that I pray this story will turn out for the best. Please remember to read and review, I have a drive that goes far with your love and enthusiasm. Ta~ta~ for now my lovelies!
A word people would like to one day hear directed towards them and feel smug and powerful for just being more greater than the other average person. But honestly, they wouldn't like it if they truly lived it down with pressure and demands that they go greater than anyone else ever could and make a sort of impact that others will want to follow through. I know the names of a lot of geniuses and so far, none of them really came out unscathed.
Why am I talking about? you all must be wondering. Well...
Chakra, I learned with great difficulty, is a subject too great for my tiny body to properly control. I'm not all that smart, but there was this theory back home that proved to be true here that the younger the person is, the undeveloped chakra coils are. It won't be right until I'm around 7 or 8 years old. I'm basically a toddler, not even 5 years old and I'm trying to control what isn't even all that finished yet! But I'm an impatient guy, I want to get down to business and hope for the best that I'll have this down before any of my peers get to this part.
But this Chakra thing, it feels so weird. It's like having an extra limb that it's awkward.
"What are you up to?" I hear a muffled but firm voiced speak to me from behind without my notice.
I freeze and whirl around to face a masked man, a mask I've occasionally seen every now and then near the main village building where our chief resides. I never really understood their purpose until I just gave up and asked one of my caretakers who these colorful masked men and women are.
Infiltrating Mountaineers Prowler Squad.
These guys operated like Konoha's ANBU. Dressed in one of the 5 colors. Green IMPS were not only for the people starting out, but acted as foot soldiers. Red IMPS were a level higher than Green and looked after the greenhorns whilst patrolling. Yellow IMPS being the next stage patrolled too, but underground to ensure no sneak attacks. Next are the Blue IMPS, who hovered over the sky with Yama's specialized huge kites. And there was the Black IMPS, the toughest and ruthless that looked over the 4 other IMPS. You can think of them as a lot of Judge Dredd's, and these lot will kill you for saying something suspicious or moving the wrong way... or so the rumor goes. Half of the IMPS are off in participating with the war, the majority being Black IMPS.
And I'm looking at one Black imp.
"Yeah," the masked man says as he leans against a nearby tree. "Your Nana told me you'd be here."
I stare at him a bit longer, wondering why someone from the IMPS would be looking for me, before I turn around and pick up a textbook I left on the ground. With some difficulty, I began to read. After a few minutes, I look over my shoulder and the imp still remains where he is, arms folded over his chest and leaning so casually against the bark of the tree, watching me from the dark pits of his mask.
After another minute past between us, I gather the courage and ask, "What y-you want?"
"Hmmm," the imp hums before pushing away from the tree's surface and crouched down to meet me at eye level. "You're not that bright when it comes to reading and talking. Just like the teachers of the academy say."
I flushed a little. Un-fucking-believable! Those bastards gossip about me to everyone else?! Well fuck those guys! I growl at the imp and turn away from him, going back to my textbook but a black gloved hand plucks the book away from my face.
"But for a 4 year old, you're catching on to things that no one your age should." I feel my insides freeze and pray that I'm not doing anything to warrant unwanted attention of the IMPS.
This could be it, I grimly thought. The day where everyone will have enough of the little boy born under harsh circumstances and survived while killing a priestess in the process, a dark omen of death reincarnated in human form being killed off to clear away the dreary darkness fallen upon their fear-induced minds.
"You should know better though," the imp stands back up and playfully ruffles my spiky locks of snow-white hair. "You're too young to have chakra coils!"
I blink up at the tall Black imp as he simply stares down at me through the twin pitch black holes that are his eyes. His eyes are hidden away from sight behind that fearsome dark mask but I can't stop the small shudder of cold fear, I can feel those hidden eyes look at me like some sort of interesting puzzle that needed to be founded out. A rustle of sound alerted me of someone coming not too far away, a skill I picked up when I wanted to hear what the other students say behind my back. It's no wonder one of my daughters would come back home crying in my arms, kids say the meanest things! I can guess it's my nana coming to claim me and head back home for the day to join the others for supper.
"Interesting," I hear the imp mutter and I flash my eyes back to him once again. "Your chakra is still premature and yet you were able to sense someone less than half a mile away."
"I go," I said to him and look at the textbook in his hand. "Can I?"
"You just might be the one," the imp said as he hands me back my textbook in my tiny hands before he turns and leaves me alone.
And I watch him as he disappears deeper in the dark reaches of the forested mountain, yet I can hear him say something that made me feel nothing but dread as he departs from me.
"... a genius, maybe."
Fuck my life.
A few months after I had turned 5, I was transferred to a class full of kids older than my age group. I knew, in the bottom of my heart, that it was the doing of that one Black imp who I had seen half a year ago. After that meeting, Tatsu-sensei had suddenly made the time to sit down and help me with my reading and speech so I could talk like a proper person rather than some caveman. The gap of the language and reading barrier began to lessen until it closed and I finally ain't the butt of anyone's jokes about my weird language. Tatsu-sensei sensed that I had learned enough and sent me on my merry way to join the older classmates that were on the verge of graduating soon.
"This is Kokutou," my new sensei, Takaji, says with a dull voice.
'Uh-oh,' I stare at the kids with unease, 'This ain't gonna be pretty.'
These kids are much different than the ones that I'm used to. Not only are they bigger than me, but just mean-looking. Normally, I would have looked upon this as something sort adorable but I am in the body of a 4-just-turned-5 year old tiny child that still hadn't learned the basics of holding a kunai or defending themselves. I may have been in the Marines but it has been a LONG time now and I can't properly fight without muscles or quick reflex.
This group of 7 and 8 year old children looked ready to eat me alive the second the lunch bell rings.
I sit down at the back of the class, I would have taken the corner but it was already occupied by some girl. In my world, they say the kid that sits in the back of the class becomes a loser with the lowest of grades. But in here, if you sit in the back of the class it gives you an advantage to see what's in front of you and not worry about someone stabbing you from behind when you're not looking. I may be in my own village, with a crowd of people who are from the same place, but there are time you can never be too careful.
Takaji-sensei waited until I was seated to begin today's lesson; weapons and tools.
Ordinary things like spoons, paper clips, bottles, and other everyday items can practically become a tool and/or weapon to a skilled ninja. Spoons can serve as a torture device by gouging out an enemy's eyes, paper clips can be used for picking locks, and bottles can be shattered for their shards to be utilized in taking someone out. I really don't have much of a great imagination but you get the gist of it anyway.
In the middle of taking notes on how to always take care of ones weapons, I feel something small and wet smack me in side of my cheek. I froze in mid-scribbling, slowly lifting a hand to where the little thing landed and wipe at my cheek, pull my hand back to see what exactly I prayed was not in my little hand. I cold shiver climbed up my spine and obliterated my head with utter devastation.
A fucking spitball!
I whip my head towards the direction and sure enough it's the three kids gathered near the other far side of some corner. They aren't looking at me but I know it's them, the trembling shoulders and the forced facade giving a tell tale sign that they are the perps. I growl under my breath, ignoring the nervous twitch from my neighbors and focus back on my notebook and taking more notes.
No one ever really bothered me back in my old class. They just turned their backs and ignored me, tried to convince themselves that the elephant in the room wasn't there and that I'm simply a nightmarish figment of their imagination. I didn't like being revered, but I sure as hell don't like being bullied either! I'm too old to have a second childhood, and I won't stand being a target by these little bastards, no matter how immature I'm being. If one of those little suckers hits me, I'd give 'em a good black eye.
'Maybe that'll teach 'em,' I thought as I jot down another note.
Oh hell no...
"Eww..." the person sitting on my left, a dark-haired girl scrunches her face in disgust as she notices what's going on.
I glare past her head at the trio of boys and see them snickering behind their raised textbooks. I wanted to say something to the teacher, I even wanted to retaliate but I feared that if I raised or hand or tried to get even, it will only have me meet the short end of the dagger. But to my surprise, I didn't have to lift a finger to do anything against my bullies.
"Sensei!" the girl raises her hand so suddenly that I almost jumped out of my seat in surprise. "Edo, Meiji, and Sengoku are throwing spitballs!"
I raise a brow at the names but come to when Takaji registers what the girl said and snapped his orange eyes to the trio. All three boys stiffen at their teacher's harsh look, breaking out into cold sweat when Takaji puts down his chalk and gives his unwanted undivided attention to them.
"Just what exactly is so important that you waste all our times with your stupidity?" came Takaji-sensei's harsh demand that it made a majority of the class flinch.
"Nothing sir..." one of the three mumbled.
"I'm so sorry," Takaji bit out and turned his head to the side and raised a hand to his ear. "Care to repeat that, Meiji?"
"It was nothing, sir." the one who spoke—Meiji—said out loud with a red face. Embarrassed beyond comprehension.
"Pull another stunt like that again," Takaji warns the boys as we hesitantly began to stand. "And you three will be joining me after class for a 3 hour review of Chakra anatomy."
And we were off, I wait patiently for most to clear out until I grabbed my little bento and scamper outside to join my classmates. I head for a quiet place to eat when I find myself halting abruptly when a wall of cloth came to stand before me. Before I can even lift my head, something roughly grabs the front of my shirt and I am now facing three furious-looking boys named after Japanese eras.
Meiji, the first guy, sports a simple black T, matching cargo pants, dark blue camouflage leggings and arm warmers, and traditional sandals. His blue/gray eyes heated with fury and black spiky hair ruffled with fury.
The next boy is taller than his two companions. A white T with an open navy blue cardigan on top, muddy brown pants that reach past his ankles and the sandals to finish. Light blue hair short with the spikes on the front tipped upward. His cyan eyes looking just as frosty when he looked down at me.
And the last boy is a little on the chubby side, face thick with extra baby fat and small eyes formed in a slit. His dark gray hair pulled up in a short spiky ponytail, wearing a dark yukata with light gray lining with a matching obi to keep it tied together. Beneath is beige pants and the traditional dark sandals.
Kids around us just paused and watched on, most of them eager to see a fight break out while few froze on horror at the sight. No, they weren't scared for the tiny toddler about to get his ass whooped by three older kids. They were scared for the three kids about to whoop the tiny toddler's ass.
Yeah. This village had a messed up sense of morality, didn't it?
"My pa told me to stay away from you," Meiji tells me, grinning at me and I hold back from making a face. Did the term 'brush your teeth' not mean anything to this brat? "Told me that you're bad luck and should've been thrown off the mountain."
"So?" I'm not impressed with their scare tactics. I'm a fucking ex-Marine. I went through brutal training under my shrieking drill sergeants, survived 6 years of front line tours, died a horrible death and came to the Naruto'verse.
"So," the tall kid butts in and grabs a fistful of my hair, I wince but say nothing. "You better stay outta our way! You slow us down and you'll be really sorry."
Oh, how cute. A 7 year old just threatened me.
"Whatever," I growl and shake them off me. "I don't care what you do, just leave me alone."
Before they can even think about saying more, I rush past them and look for a place hidden away from anyone's prying eyes so I may eat peacefully. All the while my mind is reeling over the fact that fucker in black just went and made things difficult for me. Next time, should I ever see that Black imp, I'm gonna fucking kill him!
But first, I have wait for my chakra coil to grow.