Hello! Author here! This is going to be a bit late since I spent the day with family but.. Eh? This is the LAST Back To The Modern days chapter. This always has alot cursing. But know it's for story purposes only.
I think those who hate Modern day chapters can cheer on New Years.
I decided that Kūkyo will remember everything but you know.. Her birthday.
Fact: Kūkyo grew up literally knowing nothing about her self that includes her birthday so every Jan 1, she considers it her birthday because it's a start of a new year so.. Eh. Pretty sad huh?
Kūkyo's POV. (Yay! She's back!)
Looking around slowly I was still hazy , my brain was thumping alittle aggressively against my skull. My vision paralleling going focus then back again. Colors turning vibrant then dim, it was a new experience and I was interested. My body feels numb but at the same time..
I can feel every pain in my body.
Like freezing ice piercing your body constantly. Worst than hot fire itself. And it's killing me. At least I wouldn't show it.. But it was crazy, not only did I meet my dad but my mother as well. This is not how I environment meeting him.
I envisioned seeing him on top of a hill with some mummy looking man named Mu as I slap the crap out of him. That's how I envisioned meeting my father. But I (Mother) has already socialized, looked, and touched him. I find it revolting. My mother.. She was definitely something else.. Perky, beautiful, powerful... Dumb. Would be the biggest factor I've covered so far.
My aunt who I didn't even know I had was always there just lurking in the shadows. I had a brother who I always wanted someone blood related that was living in the streets his entire life, while I was eating a 25,000 dollar meal in Italy learning there language. It hurt me.. It hurt me. I never thought I'd say something so emotionally in my life but here I am thinking the words.
The first deed I will do is hug my brother, someone who shares blood strongly through out me. The pain, loneliness growing up seeing all these un-deserving kids going home to their parents and siblings and I'm going to a empty house because my maid and butler are visiting their families.
The suffer being so close to a sibling but yet not knowing it: it brought tears in my eyes because all I wanted was someone tinier then me that I could shatter with love and gifts and give them the world until my dying breathe, so they wouldn't grow up in a cold manner like I adjusted too.
Yes, Sasuke is a closely blooded family member, but I don't see him that way. I see him as someone that's there and will leave me for his crazy power of revenge then seeing a family member he has left.
So that is why I don't want to get connected to him just to have him leaving me because I have a feeling an idiot who's the so called Uchiha 'leader' will come just after Orochimaru and the 2nd idiot will go with Orochimaru which Id like to call Creepy.
But by opening my eyes no matter the condition I lunged for my half brother shoving my head in his chest. Yes, he was still asleep but I didn't care, I had flesh and blood that I'd take care for, the rest of my life. It was in was simple, cheesy, soppy, disgusting word; magical.
"Daichi huh?.." I mumble in his chest. He's so small and weak.. Should I openly cry that I have a family member? Or should I scoff that I'm really related to.. Someone so weak?..
Personally I'll do neither.
Stepping away from the boy I then realized that I was in a room with 10 S-rank criminals, a aunt -who I called mother- who had a dead suicidal woman clutched tightly in her hands as she wore a pissed look, the First Hokage who was curiously playing with Madara's hair, and Madara who was watching me impassively like myself but looked over to Hashirama multiple times in a irritated matter.
"I will say this once." I start of calmly and evenly, a dead tone ringing throughout the room, very similar to Madara, which everyone never heard my voice because they all met my mother and my voice hurt.. She was screaming and prancing and ugh.. How could I be related to such a person, so strongly?
"Daichi was the second twin of the boy pairs produced by Senju Tobirama, and Crystal Pastel.. One in portal by Madara the other disappeared. Today I found out that the first twin named Intensu died, this is the one that disappeared? Right." I growl at the end, I meant business, I didn't want my so called father anywhere near me. It was a silent answer, a silent correct answer to my question. What a lovely up family I have.
The First Hokage, Hashirama sweat drop. "I see who's personality she took over.." He mumbles disappointed. Madara however did the classic 'Hn'.
"It seems the girl has succeeded in unlocking the Rinnegan, what do you have to say Hashirama?" Madara says completely ignoring me as his Sharingan penetrated into Hashirama chocolate orbs.
"Hm? Honestly as long as she doesn't let her emotions get the best of herself like you. Then I think there won't be a problem." Hashirama says with a grin stroking Madara's chin, much to his annoyance. Is he?. Are they?..
Momentarily forgetting my situation I zoomed to the nearest mirror I could find, a kunai. Konoha really did change me huh? The minute the I saw my face I made the best emotion face I've ever made in my life. (^^ Up there^^)
"WHAT THE F*** IS THIS?! WHAT THE F*** IS THIS?!?!?" I scream, I hated the so called Rinnegan. I knew what it could do, but compared to the Sharingan it was useless. And it left your freaking eyes purple with rings! Why the heck would I want this?! Are you seriously?! Where are my hazel eyes of glory!?
(I curse for story purposes only okay? I do not curse at all just throwing that out there)
Madara however scoffed his Sharingan transferring to the Rinnegan. "We are in the same situation."
"Shut up!" I snap angrily. "Unlike, your stupid orbs, I enjoyed mine!" Growling I continue to stare at my eyes worriedly. "Will I get his deep under-circles like him too? I mean.. I have it a little but not deep like him.." I say worriedly while Hashirama was dying on the floor, laughing.
That was till air was swished and I came to stare into red Sharingan eyes, eyes belonging to Itachi. "It seems you are healthy.." He says softly checking my face, my neck till her got to my stomach I finally grab end his wrist.
"What is wrong with you?" I ask with a squint not entirely over the fact that my eyes are freaking purple.
"Do you not remember the words your mother spoke before.. Returning to your subconscious." Itachi says just as softly not fazed by me grabbing his wrist,he didn't even spare the affection a glance. That did not answer my question.. Idiots... I'm surrounded by idiots..
It's leaving me suffocated.
"My mother was a bird brain. " I grumble. "You think I'd believe a word that woman mutters?" Madara however peered at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Hashirama?" Madara says deeply.
"Yes Mada-kun~" he purrs.
"One, stop stroking my chin, two.. Does it.. Scare you of how similar she is to me?" Madara says peering at me.. Curiously. As if I was some new treasure he just discovered.. That look..
I hated that look.
That perverted 130 year old man needs to die... Again.
"Itachi.." I say with a no nonsense type of voice, it as obvious that I was not to be messed with, not so much in my 13 years of living have I'd show such emotion through tone. His soft onyx eyes pore into my angered, and irritated,ringed purple eyes.
"If that were true.. How could you explain the situation with your new found brother? Would you perceive to call that luck? And if my memories are as good as they've been praised, the first thing you did was hug your new found brother." Itachi says, though his face and tone was impassive, his words were meaningly mocking.
"What are you trying to say, Uchiha." I say menacingly glaring threatening into his eyes.
"I am stating nothing but facts, Uchiha." Itachi replied his Sharingan activated once more.
"I am more of a Uchiha than you will ever be." I growl. Seriously not in the mood Itachi I have better thing to worry about. More like.. My freaking eyes.
"Yes if the facts are correct you are my great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother, I think your a bit to old to stay alive." He mocks without even a hint of emotion. My face was emotionless as ever as my glare pierced his. Is that a threat?
"Do you really want to mess with me? I admit, you are extremely capable of beating me in strength Itachi, but in intelligence? Do you really want to test me?" I growl. I was not on any chance giving mercy, he wants to challenge my intelligence? I'd give him a run for his money.
"Who said anything about challenging who little Uchiha? Calm down, I wouldn't fight a weak defenseless girl unless forced, so don't worry your pretty little head." He cooed much to my anger.
I look over to Madara who had his arms crossed watching the little scene, Hashirama was as well, my aunt was standing next to Madara, the dead woman nowhere to be seen. The Akatsuki was watching worriedly,or intensely. But instead of attacking him my eyes furrowed, why the hell is he trying so hard test my anger? Why is his mockery and deception skills working so furiously with each other yet undecided by the others anger, my anger.
But more importantly why did I look over at Madara? What did I have a need to see if he was watching?
"What's your game?" I mumble softly still enraged yet curious. I want to know, I need to know, to know what's he's playing at or figure out just a piece of it to counter it, and hit him back with full force.
"Hn, your not as talented as they make you out. Your just the daughter of one of the greatest ninjas in history." Itachi says, disappointment clear in his now deactivated Sharingan eyes. He turned away to join his little posey as I watched impassive.
"Itachi don't you think that was a little far un?" Deidara ask one of the new recruits if I was informed correctly. Itachi however didn't answer and had his eyes closed.
I however closed my eyes with a smirk, an amused smirk. "Your deception skills are exceptionally well." I start slowly.
Not really knowing the words, yet I had them as if written like a book ready to be published by my mouth.
(If you want to quote^^ that you can, I did that by brain ku ku ku...^^)
"But mine are always better, I am the mind master and you are nothing but a puppet, a pawn." I mutter darkly. "And I'll be damned if some little boy remotely tried to take such a title away."
Itachi rose a brow but stays quiet.. He's up to something . Tearing my eyes away, only my eyes. I never liked to move, just move my eyes, when I say look that is what I mean, look, not moving anything but my eyes.
"You." I growl turning to my aunt with enraged eyes. "I grew up with nothing but Intelligence and Luxury! Throughout my entire early childhood all I yearned for was love! Praise! Something! To go home to someone who'd be waiting for me, that's all I ever wanted.. But no, so I gave up on the idea of love until I met my bestfriend, then after her.. After she.." I closed my eyes its not good to think about her.
(I'm leaving clues of this BFF!)
"It doesn't matter, what does is that I could have been raised differently but I wasn't and it's partially your fault but mostly the bloody bastard fault." I smoothly say no longer angered, I needed to control it as I pointed to Madara who stood impassive and bored.
"Not only did you catch her accent you caught on to her 'blame it on' attidude. At least you didn't receive her low amount of smarts." Madara spoke.
I scoff. "Shut up, I'd take my birdbrained mother over you any day." I snap harshly.
"It also seems you don't give respect to those superior of you as well." Madara grumbles. "I absolutely hated that about your mother. It was always 'give respect, get respect' crap. The thought gives me creeps." How could.. This man.. Whose voice goes up and down like a hormonal teenager be my father? What were they thinking about having kids? His voice goes up and down though he keeps the same impassive, bored look.
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...... I stare at him impassively, and he did the same. "I absolutely hate you." I deadpanned.
"Feelings mutual." He deadpans.
My eye twitch, I was about to scream and hit him in the Patellar groove (A specific part of the knee, right in the middle) if he didn't shut up. He said very little words but his words were like mine.
Short, bored, dragged, slightly insulting. Like what the hell! Why is he sounding like me I-
"STOP SOUNDING LIKE ME OLD MAN!" I growl.
Madara's lip twitched. "You remind me of the way I yelled at my pops." He murmurs tilting his head with a dreamy smirk. "It's revolting, stop it."
I growled ready to charge at him. "Hmph, I never noticed.." Madara says tilting his head back. "What?" I snapped angrily.
"You have a deep dimple in the right of your cheek, like your aunt, your mother never had a dimple." Madara smirks closing his eyes. "I wouldn't have noticed if you weren't so angry and your teeth clenched largely, since your hair covers the right side of your face like myself." Madara nods.
I froze and on instinct I reached and touched my right cheek with a frown. "Dimple? What dimple?" I say softly, anger... Again forgotten.
Madara frowned and pointed a finger at me. I thought YOU were the one who learned manners.. "The right side of your face, its hidden by your hair. But when you were previously mad, the fire of hell blew your hair the other side and because of you clenching your jaw so largely your dimple showed."
I frown more.. Dimple? I don't remember ever having a dimple.. I mean I don't smile, and this is the first time in a long time I've been this angry.. My father.. I don't exactly hate him anymore.. he actually noticed a fact about me I didn't know about myself.. The thought made me blush as I dropped my head making my hair fall more to the front, to hide my face.
(Is this a TSUNDERE moment?!)
"It seems so.." I say softly. Hashirama grin at my sudden change of personality, knowing why I was being so submissive while Madara was blinking, question marks around his head.
"What's wrong with you?" He ask bluntly, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Nothing but you should be worried about the Akatsuki, it seems they have questions, especially the leader." I say looking away biting my lip.
"The Akatsuki can wait, you have exactly 5 minutes and 30 seconds left to speak." I looked shocked-which consisted of a raised eyebrow- at him and his head tilted once again. "Tch, I guess your mother was right, you can deactivate the Rinnegan, very unheard of."
I instantly went for my kunai and smirked, my hazel eyes.. Though their different.. Lighter.. Did my mother mention about my eyes being as light as my mother and aunt? Because I surely don't remember.
" Tsk, Itachi, I no longer hate you." I smirk at him to which Deidara sweat drop.
"Y-You hated him over a stupid argument un?" I nod at Deidara, he reminds me of Naruto, but he seems more evil.. Itachi however 'Hn' and I rolled my eyes. I still dislike you.
I turned to Ma- my father.. And I.. I hugged him, but he was so tall I went to just about his hip, as I hit in his red armor. "I also don't hate you." I mutter with a straight face not really knowing what to do. This is what you do to show 'affection' right? Then I jumped on his armor and took my small hands and squashed his face.
"I, Uchiha Kūkyo, love Uchiha Madara." I saw looking him straight in his eyes much to his confusion and shock.
"O-Okay Madara calmly let the child off don't do a-a-anything harsh she's just a-" Hashirama says panicking as Madara's arms raised much to Madara's annoyance who rolled his eyes.
That was till two large clothed hands suffocated my face. "Your so cute! My little Uchiha-hime, I love you as well." Madara smirked as he continued to squish my face much to my annoyance. I frown, the great feared Uchiha who was in a death battle with Hashirama, has a fan girl side? New.. So new..
So Interesting.
I growl and try to get down much to no luck so I just sighed and let him do what he wanted. "Ah, that's right.. "Todays December 25th right?" Madara asks.
I frown more. "Yes, why do you ask?"
He smirks and lets me down placing a hand on my head. "Happy Birthday Kūkyo." He says calmly, I freeze and just stare at him confused. Birthday? I don't have.. He was there the day I was born.. He knows my..
Tears came in my eyes, lip jutted out threatening to unleash from it's bubble. "Tch, are you crying? Why are you-"
That was it, that's all it took and the tears leaked out as I latched on to my father, the sobs loud as day. I never knew my birthday, not once did anyone wish me a happy birthday in my life so to hear that...
My father is to be an intelligent, ruthless, bold leader yet.. He's been so.. Fatherly to me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." I say over and over and over again, repeating the same words over again.
"O-Oi.. It's fine.. Why are you thanking me so much? Hands off! Oi! G-Gaki!?" There was a faint snicker and then a-"Shut the hell up, Hashirama, Obito."
"Y-You.. No one.. Celebrated.. B-Birthday.." I say in broken English because of my sobs. "I love you so much y-your the b-best and w-w-worst father anyone.." I was cut off again as tears rolled down my cheeks and I cried even more.
"Uh.. Arigato? Kid calm d-" But before he could finish my hearing went dead, and my vison doubled then got hazy. Are the 10 minutes up already? Thank goodness that was pure torture.
"Mm? Tsk, I can't see.." I say but was showed even I couldn't hear my voice, I felt hands touch me, then I was out like a light.
Thank god, that was the most embarrassing moment of my life.
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(Yo! Best_Hokage just editing around.. This edit is 2/19/16. Th actually update was 1/1/16.)