Chapter 3
Bakugou was, in all honesty, not impressed. Just because he activated his quirk didn't mean he was ready to establish his own clan. He is six years old godammit. He used to think that the hero commission had been weaponising children with strong quirks but the shinobi world clearly took the cake. At least the HC used to pick children around the ages of ten-twelve to train. This was stupid. And the only reason he could comprehend all this was because he was almost two decades older in mind.
Any other child in his position would have agreed when promised a clan land and council privileges but he read through the entire file, very much aware of scams luring people into giving their whole futures to the government.
-Would have to provide at least two heirs with the same Kekkei Genkai who would join the village forces.
-Would need to permit the village to assign him proper career choices for his bloodline.
-Would need to move into their compound, with or without family.
Some conditions were stupid and entirely dehumanizing. He was not going to have kids to fulfill someone's demands and no way was he going to decide their fates as shinobi before they were even born. So after three days when he was supposed to meet with the Hokage, he very politely told him that he does not want his own clan and is happy the way he is. He is technically a minor, even in this weird ass world.
"Are you sure Haruno-kun? A clan seat and compound is not easily given. The village will also provide the fundamental clan fund of course, your parents and little sister will live comfortably," His eyes narrowed at the tone and words the older man was using to convince him.
"I'm sorry Hokage-sama, but no way am I agreeing to those conditions, I'm going to become the best shinobi in Konoha and protect my village, that's that," he replied, not really filtering his thoughts in an attempt to act at least somewhat like a child. He was also pretty sure his mother and father should be present for this conversation. He wasn't a genin yet, are they even allowed to talk to him alone? Or was it just another way to get his signature as soon as possible and seal the deal.
Do six year olds even have signatures?
"I see, the offer will be extended again once you reach the Chunin rank, Haruno-san, I am happy to have a talented young shinobi in the academy, the will of fire burns brightly in you," the man said with a small tired but genuine smile and Bakugo nodded, bowing and leaving.
Useless fucking Hokage and the village's useless policies.
At least once he's a chunin he'd be able to say what he wanted to about children and heirs without sounding suspicious. Maybe they'd even reach a compromise. He was irritated enough to skip the academy for the rest of the week in favour of playing with Sakura. She was the best thing in this new world and new life. Their parents were in a business and did not have much time to spend with them due to the growing demand in this season, but Bakugou was fine with that. He liked spending time with Sakura when her nanny wasn't there and he enjoyed the solitude.
Things were going pretty well in his opinion.
He even had weekly spar sessions with the Uchiha extra from class and hate as may to admit it, those were always fun. Even if the raven was shy and hesitant, and emotionally stunted. Bakugou had dealt with one Izuku Midoriya and one Shoto Todoroki so this was nothing. So yes, things were going pretty good. He made his own food mostly, he spent time with Sakura, he trained with Itachi, he went to the academy (occasionally), he brushed up his quirk and techniques. He even had the blueprint for his support material ready, which he would request after graduating, at some point.
But whenever his life starts going even remotely well, some disaster happens. And this time, the name of the disaster was a snake named Orochimaru.
some time back:
Bakugou was training in an empty ground specifically meant to be used for practising fire techniques without harming the trees or any wildlife. He had his journal open in front of him as he sat reading through his progress. He had taken to writing down everything he could remember about his quirk and training from his previous life so he would have helpful notes and matter to look over as he progressed. He had written it in the code they had been using at his agency to communicate about sensitive information so it was not like anyone would be able to read it.
Just as he was about to get up and resume he felt another presence approaching him.
"Ah, little boy, go and practice somewhere else for today, I need to conduct an experiment here," a tall, slender, white-skinned snake-like man spoke with a bored tone, expecting him to get up and leave without saying anything.
"Find some other place asshole," he flipped him off, stretching his arms and getting up.
"Oh? And pray tell, why would you, a child, need this specific training ground?" the man asked, finally looking at him. Bakugou sneered and held up his hands, bringing them together and slamming it onto the ground with a huge explosion (for his age). "Can't do this shit at home without dad blasting my ears from the lecture, so don't waste my time anymore, I have curfew,"
The pale man finally seemed to notice the other craters and depressions on the ground before raising a brow, "So you're the new Genisis, Mhmm, Sarutobi-sensei told me about you, explosions from nitroglycerin huh? Absolutely fascinating," he smiled and approached him.
"Yeah whatever you said, snake-face, now leave me alone." He tried to concentrate on increasing the volume of the blast with minimizing the damage, it was taking some time as he wasn't yet used to the recoil in his current body.
"Mhm, did you try coating your hands in chakra to reduce the muscle tear?" The annoying bastard spoke and Bakugou was ready to give him a piece of his mind before he comprehended his words. Huh, he had forgotten that chakra was an unknown element that could mix with these explosions. This could open a wide variety of new options, it may even compromise for the technological shortages in his workout.
"We haven't started chakra control to that level yet."
"Of course, of course, you've only just started the academy. My, those explosions were quite damaging. Hmmm, the untapped potential, absolutely delicious..." the man trailed off at the end, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Bakugou winced at the gleam in his eyes, must be a scientist thing.
"Hey, you're a scientist, right? You wanted to do some shitty experiment here when you came?"
"Mhmm"
"Do you think you can make something for me? I can't really pay you in full right now but I have a blueprint here if you wanna look through it," he asked, because he was familiar enough with these crazy types whose weakness was always curiosity to let a chance go. It had quite literally fallen in front of him.
The man took the blueprint from him and Bakugou watched as his eyes skimmed over the diagrams and explanations, there was the same gleam in his eyes that Hatsume got when she got a particularly interesting model. Great, this could turn out good.
"Fascinating... Did you think of all this on your own?" he eyed Bakugou curiously and he shrugged. He really hadn't but there was no one else who technically existed and could prove that.
"Can you make something like that or not?"
"I can, of course. Though some things here are probably your imagination. Though we can fix them with some chakra conducting cuffs and leather fireproof gloves... Maybe some camouflaging material since it's showy.... to reduce the weight and increase the durability..." Bakugou tuned out as the man went on. Amazing, one less thing to worry about.
"So? Will you make it?"
"I'm a busy man, chibi-kun. I don't even know your name. Tell me, what do I get in turn for helping you?"
His eyebrow twitched at being addressed as 'chibi'. "Busy my ass. I don't know what you want. I'll pay you of course, in installments though. And my name is Haruno Katsuki" he still wasn't completely used to saying 'Haruno' instead of 'Bakugou'
"I guess I can spare some time for your gear, I do find myself increasingly bored these days. See you later Katsuki-Kun"
'It seemed like a great idea back then, not so much now' Bakugou thought as he hid behind the stall of a vegetable vendor, pulling the Uchiha along with him.
"What's wrong, Katsuki-san?" he asked and Bakugou made a gesture to 'shut up' at him. The other boy quietened and he tried looking up and finding an escape route. He is naturally happy to get the proper gear for his quirk, he really is! But the man, (whom he refers to Oreo because his name reminds Bakugou of Kaminari's favourite cookies.) was alike to Hatsume Mei in more ways than he anticipated. He had been giving Bakugou various 'experiments' to try and tell in in detail about how it feels and areas of improvement.
He was just looking for a nice spar this afternoon, God fucking dammit!
"Ah, Katsuki-kun, here you are. I would almost assume you were trying to avoid me considering those poor attempts at hiding." Speak of the devil.
"Orochimaru-sama, it's a pleasure to meet you," Itachi said and bowed as he stood up. Bakugou cursed but got up himself.
"Ooho, who do we have here? The Uchiha heir huh, I've heard about you Itachi-Kun," Oreo looked at him with examining eyes.
"What is it this time?" Bakugou asked resigned and within a second the man's whole focus was on him.
"I have made modifications to the gloves so that they don't tear apart with the force of the explosions, give it your biggest try," he said and unceremoniously tossed the black gloves at him.
Bakugou looked at the gloves then back at him. "Are you serious? We're in the middle of a market, you snake moron!" he yelled and Itachi gasped softly, trying to apologise on his behalf.
"Ah yes, collateral damage. Such a hassle. No worries, try them when you're free and tell me, I'll work on those boots now..." the man muttered and walked off.
Bakugou groaned once he left and turned to Itachi who had a curious expression, "What?"
"What does Orochimaru-sama want with you? He's one of the Legendary Sannin and heroes of the third war!"
"He's helping me out with my bloodline. Completely crazy is what that fucker is."
"You can't just say that!" he heard the Uchiha yell as he walked towards the training ground to try the gloves.
"Catch up, extra, if you wanna see."
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Omake:
"I'm afraid I must decline, I simply do not have the time to experiment the Shodaime's ability to hold the Sharingan right now. I have much more interesting things to do" Orochimaru explained to Danzo who was quietly seething.
"Oh? That's a pity, I thought the different bloodlines interested you" he said with false calmness.
"Yes, yes they do, but right now I am occupied, I have no free slots for that"
"What is it you're making right now?" Danzo asked, it was such a waste to lose the research on the Sharingan but whatever the Sannin must be working on would probably be much more powerful.
"Mhm, I'm making some fireproof clothing right now.." the man replied distractedly and Danzo wanted to claw his snake-like eyes out.
What a waste.
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