Emergence 2
“Oh, hey Obito you know you’re running late for-” one of the chunin from the academy began to ask as I ducked underneath a cart.
“I Know!!!” I yelled back as I continued to sprint through Konoha at speeds that would have put even Guy to shame. Though I was running late like with all the times before I had a very good reason, that I couldn’t think about because I was too busy weaving through the streets of Konoha.
Oh, hey look I’m on the road of life…wait where the hell am I?
I suppose old habits die hard and even after death they’re still not that easy to get rid of. Where Is waters street anyway?
Though I was running as fast as I could, it was far below even the top speeds of my teen body, with the what I assume to be the pulled muscle of my left leg from pulling off that kick that would normally begin the primary lotus. And thinking about it know it was kind of a stupid idea to show off when I have no clue what I still can and can’t do. And firmly in the cant do section is taijutsu that I needed major training to pull off.
Finally, I come to a stop in front of my destination a large school building, obviously public school by the look of it, and a few of the students entering late. Though I’ll admit that the girl standing in front of the school threw me off. Even If you were to look at her closely, she wouldn’t really appear to be out of place, though I could just barely make it out I could tell that she was being isolated and tormented by the way she had a dreaded stare and the way her head hung. If it weren’t for the fact that I could sympathize with her I’d shrug it off, but I don’t leave comrades behind and if being tormented to the point of having a dead look in your eye wasn’t enough for me to relate to my own first teenage experience then I don’t know what is.
“Hello cutie I’m new here and need someone to show me around. How about it?” I said as I made my way up the stairs to her. “Huh?” she said as she looked around trying to figure out who I was talking to. “Okay that seals it I need to get this girl some confidence stat.” I thought to myself as I took in her appearance.
Taking her in I honestly couldn’t see why she wouldn’t think I was talking to her other than the possibility she was insecure about her somewhat pasty pale complexion. She had beautifully curly long black hair that covered most of the frame of her glasses, of which held behind them beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Though a grimace worked to mar her beauty I could see the beginnings of hope twinkle in her eyes—and really that’s all I need to work with.
“a-are you talking to me?” she asked as if I had just walked up to her and told her that my wallet had tested funny on the space ship, though by the certainty in her voice she thought I was going to say no.
“of course, I’m talking to you, you’re the only cutie I see in front of me.” I say though admittedly more softly than I would normally talk to someone who was more outgoing. “So, shall we start the tour with picking up my schedule from the office? Or wherever I should pick it up.” I say as I open the door and motion for her to enter. Though slowly she made her way inside to the surprisingly airconditioned school.
As she walked in front of me I could practically hear Kakashi’s voice admonishing me for trying to insert myself into someone elses problems. Though I could also hear rin saying that I’m doing the right thing. Huh it occurs to me that I may be insane, or at the vary least somewhat co-dependent on my—I guess now former—lovers.
Well that’s a depressing thought I wonder how they’re taking my death? Personally, having been through this once before—albeit not exactly the same—I’m coping a lot quicker than the first time around, instead of five weeks of denial I got it down in five minutes of inspecting myself. But I hope they move past me, and I hope they find my letter of recommendation for Rin to be the next hokage. It actually hurts me a lot to think about leaving them behind, I always kind of figured I’d crack immortality and live forever with them.
“u-um were here. Are you alright?” the dark-haired girl—really need to ask her name—asked as she showed me the office desk. “Oh me? Yeah, I’m great! Ignore the tears please. Oh, and what’s your name?” I say going with my usual upbeat and rapid-fire way of talking and judging by the look on her face it firmly distracted—and confused—her from my tears. “Oh, my names Taylor” she said in a hushed voice as if she was trying to not draw attention to herself.
And I’m assuming the giggling that I’m hearing may very well hold the answers as to why. Turning to the source of the laughter I discovered three good looking albeit disturbing girls. Though just as with my encounter this morning one of them was drawing my attention away from the others, with my instincts priming me for a killing blow.
Looking at her through the eyes of someone not trained to recognize a threat she doesn’t seem all that dangerous, hell she looks quite beautiful with an attractive face with supple lips curled into a snide smile. She had black straight hair pulled back into a pony tail, but that’s not all her hair had actually been recently cut. With a knife, so either she decided that a few inches of her hair made it just too long or she got into a fight with knives in the last couple of days.
Oh yeah definitely someone to watch out for.
“Hey Taylor can you get my schedule?” I asked the pale girl as she began walking to the desk. “sure” she replied meekly as I walked out of earshot.
“So, any particular reason why you’re laughing at my friend?” I asked the black girl as she was clearly the ringmaster of this particular trio of teenagers. “Oh nothing, just wondering what would have happened to get your standards so low for you to follow Hebert around. What did she have to pay or something?” She said making a show of looking me up and down—though I have the sneaking suspicion everything she just said was for Taylor’s benefit or detriment much rather. She wants me to think she’s checking me out, not exactly a bad plan to get me to ditch Taylor, except for the fact that I know full well she’s not attracted to me and that I took anti seduction lessons from several kunoichi, also the pure fact that I don’t abandon people. And in all honesty shes not exactly good at her attempts.
“So, what do you say to ditching the loser and we’ll show you around. What do you think?” she said in an amateurish seductive voice, or at least as close as you can get for teens in a public school.
“Yeah…I’m thinking a no on that.” I said shaking my head for an emphasis “you see I don’t know about you but I like to stick with my choices in friends. Especially when they’re not sycophantic girls who I assume you threatened into being your lackeys?” I said beginning to annoy her but by the end the young athlete looked like she wanted to either stab or shoot me. “so yeah I guess I’ll be seeing you around.” I said walking back to Taylors side “hey did you get my schedule?” if hadn’t have given me my paper I would have assumed that she wasn’t listening due to the look of both shock and a glint of fear in her eyes. grabbing ahold of her wrist I lightly tugged her in the direction that we came from, and once more we were on the move though this time, I was the one leading the way while Taylor followed dumbly.
“Why did you do that?” she finally asked filling the awkward silence that had infected us “they’re not exactly going to let it slide.”.
“And I don’t expect them to.” I replied as I turned around meeting her eyes while walking backwards—at a considerable effort to look cool. “But I know their type, more importantly I know their tactics.” I said earning a cocked eyebrow from Taylor “okay let me break it down for you. They’re running a standard isolate and attack routine, great tactic to destroy an enemy’s ability to fight back or get reinforcements…morally questionable to use for teenage bullying. Though admittedly the one who thought to start doing it to torment you has a future as a tactician.” I told the black-haired girl.
Taylor simply looked at me like I had grown a second head—luckily, I didn’t I checked—and then she began to eye me like I had just kicked a puppy. “You still haven’t said why you did it.” She said more pointedly than I think even she was aware she could. “Look, Taylor I was bullied in middle school, and my bullies pulled the same shit.” I told her which only caused her to give me a questioning glance. “Okay stop me if you’ve heard this before, bully gets one of your friends to out a big and or damaging secret about you while getting them to join in on tormenting you. Now since your former friend is out of the picture you think that it’ll be hard but you can find someone else who relates to and understands you, only wait no ones talking to you. And suddenly you’re dreading each and every morning that you have to wake up and go to the place of your torment. Did I get close?” I asked in a more than somber tone.
The term shocked didn’t do the look on the girl’s face justice, though I could not think of a better term for it as she asked me yet another question “h-how did you…are you some kind of psychic?” I would have laughed out loud if she had asked me that in my first life. Though considering what I can do psychic isn’t that far off.
“Oh no no no, my dear Taylor.” I say beginning to pitch my voice like a performer would “for you see I am your ghost of Christmas future!”—I’m really starting to enjoy this— “and luckily for you I am a badass.” I say the last part getting far closer to her.
And now she just looks straight up puzzled. Ok I guess I’ll spell it out for her “look breaking it down you look like you could use a friend, and I’m new. And also, while I can be a social butterfly, I’d much prefer to have a few good friends to many not so good friends.” I say offering her my hand to shake. “So, what do you say? Want to be friends.” It takes her a second like she’s going through everything I just said, which she may very well be doing considering that I acted kind of unhinged. But slowly she reaches out her hand and takes mine in hers “My full names Taylor Hebert, but you can just call me Taylor.”
Pulling her hand up to my face I place a soft kiss on it before looking her in the eyes “charmed to meet you Taylor Hebert and my name is Christopher heron. But just call me Chris” I said and boy is the cherry red glow of her cheeks worth every minute of this lack luster morning. Well, I guess pissing off the bullies was fun too…wait “wait how’d you get my schedule without knowing my name?” I asked slightly more confused than she probably was.
“o-oh w-well I just—” she began but was interrupted by the sheer deafening tone of the school bell going off above us. “that’s the bell that home room is over! I need to get going! Oh, and your first class Is right here!” she said as she ran off with her head buried in her arms to her class. Well, I guess my flirting was just a bit too much for her. now which one of these is my class?
I decided that I’d take the toss up I entered the room closest to me, and actually got it right when the teacher called my name on the roll sheet.
“Okay everyone I know ya’ll have been waiting for this, and while we’ll go into more details in your next years class let’s talk a little about parahumans.” The teacher said as he stood up to show us on the board.
Wait Para-whats?
“No no I’m telling you it’s basically a rule.” I said to Rin as we watched the scene of Kakashi fighting—and kirbstomping—his sparring partner.
“And what rule is that?” Rin asked outright offended that I had even suggested such a thing.
“The rules of the universe! Of reality! Of…well I don’t have a third but still.” I said waving my hands wildly to emphasize my point. “it’s a simple rule that those that are strong, powerful, and smart. Are perverts! The lot of them!” I yelled out once again.
“Kakashi is not a pervert Obito! And why do you even think that?” Rin said as her cheeks puffed out and she pouted leaving me with the cutest image that I would die to protect.
“Ok you want to deal let’s deal. Hiruzen Sarutobi; third hokage massive pervert. Jiraiya the toad sage; one of the legendary Sanin massive perverts. Killer B; perfect jinchuriki massive pervert. Kakashi Hatake; child prodigy massive pervert.” I listed off as I stood up and began walking towards the sparing children—because yes, we are still children no matter what they say about us being ninja in training.
“o-Obito! What are you doing?!” Rin asked—more like yelled at me—in concern as I was about to interrupt a sparring match.
“I’m about to prove a point! And Asuma you can take a break now I need to have a word with Kakashi.” I said as I got in between the two sparing academy students.
“What do you want Obito?” Kakashi asked the very thinly veiled contempt in his voice.
While I had tried to not be a complete ass to Kakashi like the original Obito—kind of—was to the original Kakashi I ended up with very different results. The reasons of which are numerous not the least of which being that I was also labeled a child prodigy, but I approached it very differently from how Kakashi did. I kept myself going at a leisurely pace like everything is just a game—for me its kind of is with this being a fictional world and all—hell I would have been accused of being a Nara if I didn’t train like hell to get stronger. And I guess that’s why he hates me, or at least he hates how easy going I am.
“I’m proving a point. Weren’t you listening?” I asked cocking an eyebrow for the expressive effect. Before he could even respond I pushed myself off the ground in a chakra enhanced tackle, taking him to the ground.
Though that didn’t last long as he flipped us over and began to punch me before he made a swift retreat, backflipping to a meter away from me. “And what point was that?!” he asked irritated.
“Just this one.” I said holding up a green book with kanji and a no symbol on it, causing Kakashi’s eyes to practically bulge out of his head. “Rin catch!” I said as I tossed the book into Rin's waiting hands.
“Obito Uchiha! Future fifth hokage! Massive pervert!”
Have I mentioned how happy I am to have a smart phone again because it is the best thing ever? All the worlds information at my fingertips and I’m using it to find out what the hell a parahuman is and what the hell type of world I’m in.
I managed to make it through my first few classes without showing my ignorance by just not drawing attention to myself as anything more than the new kid, but now its lunch so I’m researching everything I can about this world and what I might have to deal with. Seriously why couldn’t I have just been brought back in my original body, no scratch that why couldn’t I have gone back to my original life, or better yet someone should have used Rinnerebirth on me!
Though as far as the internet was getting me, I was able to piece together the obvious things, like movies, bands and other pop culture either being slightly skewed or radically different. Mainly because this world has superheroes—technically parahumans but really that’s just a copy right free version of a metahuman but who really gives a shit—god dammed super heroes which opens up the can of worms of what kind of superhero story am I in? am I in one of the more light hearted superheroes always win the day kind of stories, or the more popular in my time genre of all the superheroes are assholes who are secretly mass murderers or something like that.
I have to figure out what the hell is up with not only this world, but me too. Like do I still have my chakra? I still have my sage seal so it must exist in some form. And I guess there’s no better way to find out than by checking for myself.
Looking around I managed to find the boys restroom, and after a quick check to make sure I was alone I activated my mangekyou.
It felt reassuringly familiar the sensation of being sucked into the realm of kamui. Even the world of kamui itself was the same as I had left it before my death, with the various block like protrusions from the ground mirroring hills and the like.
Unlike what I originally thought kamui was, that being a pocket dimension that was finite and had corelating spaces to the real world and the kamui world. I was surprised to find that it in fact was an infinite space that I could chose the locations to phase or teleport into which really wouldn’t mean anything If I didn’t store my things here.
Looking in front of me I saw it, my mobile—ok not technically mobile—base. There were several tables with weapons as well as scrolls on them, a bed and couch for me to relax on, and even a few manakin stands where I had put my old outfits on.
As I walked closer to the tables I could see my weapons and gear that I had forged but either never managed to finish or use before my death. Forefront among the completed projects were a katana with a hilt themed around my mangekyō sharingan design as well as nearly five dozen shuriken that were themed over the appearance of my eternal mangekyō sharingan.
Though I think inspecting my equipment can wait for later—I suddenly feel like Kakashi is laughing at me—right now I need to figure out my chakra situation.
Sitting down I get into my meditative position, like I’m going into sage mode but instead I turn my attention inward…and I instantly regret it, but in the best way possible. I’m hit with a skull splitting headache one that is actually familiar to me.
My system is flushed with Yin chakra so much so that the meager amount of yang chakra that I have is rapidly consuming power from its yin counterpart to equalize and regenerate to my former levels. Honestly this is the best thing that could have happened to me.
Sure, I won’t be able to use nature transformation, or taijutsu, or really anything besides genjutsu and my sharingan abilities. But I still have chakra which means that I’m still basically on the level of a god…give or take the few months it will take for my chakra to fully regenerate.
But reality like always has to slam back into me and make me want to choke it out with the infinite Tsukuyomi.
“Hey Obito. What happened to you?” an annoying echoey childish voice asked from behind me “what I think my other half is asking is why you look like some random kid now?” a salty mature voice iterated for the first.
Turning around I saw the monochromatic half plant half alien being that had been a thorn in my side for nearly my entire second life. “Zetsu…I honestly forgot I put you in here.” I told him as I tucked my hands in my pockets and did my best to appear as if I wasn’t overjoyed at his presence.
“Oh, how harsh of you Obito!” white Zetsu said as he feyned being offended. “Master am I to take it your plan to defeat Madara and stop the emergence of my mother was unsuccessful?” black Zetsu asked me as he not so subtly tried to probe for what had happened.
Yeah, that’s right Zetsu, Kaguya’s mama’s boy just called me master. The wonders that kotoamatsukami can do are simply staggering, I turned what was basically an aliens will into my loyal agent against its own creator. which is precisely the reason why I never trusted myself with the jutsu, but Shisui sure as hell did which is why he used it on both Zetsu to give me control of them.
“no Zetsu that went as planed…more or less…okay the plan went out the window when nagato created what was basically an artificial ten tails. But Madara is dead and kaguya is not coming back!” I proclaimed as I allowed myself to be overcome with my smugness at having pulled it off. “so then if I may ask what force has put you into the body of a child?” he asked equally as smug—loyalty does not equal less sass.
“okay so I died. But id like to see you do better after fighting a shit tone of edo tensei, a ten tails, its jinchuriki, and Madara!” I yell exasperated at the notion that what I did wasn’t a win “and hell I’m pretty sure I was dying of chakra exhaustion half way through my fight with Madara! So you tell me! Does dying and reincarnating outweigh the success of my killing FUCKING MADARA!” I yelled huffing as I was basically out of breath from screaming so much.
“Did you get that out of your system?” white Zetsu asked sardonically. “Yes, thank you for letting me vent. Sorry for yelling” I said as I flopped down onto the couch “it’s been a rough couple of hours.”