Chapter 1- Storm

A2Remedy

This is the first time I'm posting something I wrote just for the fun of it, a lot of events won't be consistent with the series and some events will be changed!

Also, important to note, there isn't a single protagonist, so far I'll switch who's the focus every four chapters for a full cycle of sixteen chapters, aside from this first set time will keep moving along as each character speaks. 

You'll catch on but just to quickly explain, each character will have their own set of characters who speak them from a special space, I'll have those characters in a different color so just note,

S/ Blue- Soul

B/ Red-Body

M/ Green- Mind

I hope you enjoy the story!

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*Click* *Click*

“Have a seat! After everything has been said and done, I figure we’ll be spending a lot of time here. So, we might as well discuss how it all began. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“...” (??)

“Well, let me think… It was a pretty slow start so, let’s get to something fun.”

“...” (???)

“Don’t leave me hanging? You’ll get your turn soon; I’d love to hear it.”

“...” (????)

“Ahah, got it! I guess this’ll be a good start, ahem!”

“...” (??, ???, ????)

*Click*

CRASH!

“The thunder rang out through the dark, dreary clouds loomed over the night sky.”

 CRASH!

“Sprinting at the speed of sound through the presented storm, the squashing of the wet dirt pathway wasn’t doing him any favors for trying to speed up.”

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Outfit caked in mud, matted red-auburn hair with dark brown eyes that reminds me of chestnuts, my brother looked in dread at my very last moment.

Not the cynical smile, nor the maniacal laughter I’ve gotten used to but, it's as if the fear of Buddha was finally put into him this day in his drenched appearance.

How was I? 

Well, not like that mattered anymore. Everything was all a blur until then. 

Was it ninjitsu? 

No, it was something far simpler yet complex in its scenery. Certainly, unexpected to say the least …

Why was he here? 

I saw a look all too familiar causing this assailant’s mask of calm to falter. That was my final thought.

As it wasn’t the two holding me captive that killed me, the shock on their faces proved so. 

I think I was the only one who saw my killer that day, I could feel him try to take hold of my chakra flow. I may not have much, but I still had enough [Will] to fight it off before it could take over anymore.

His raven-like black hair in a ponytail and red eyes no one could forget especially, where we are. 

The one and only Itachi Uchiha had his presence known to me alone.

Accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, a kunai to my throat was all it took the young ANBU to complete his mission. Which I guess meant that Kakashi was here to strike him down. I couldn’t help but envision what I shouldn’t and wouldn’t want to see… the only way we were making it out is if he died.

So, I gathered the last bits of [Will] I had. I couldn’t say this was going to work but this wildcard was the last resort I have. If I can’t get what I want out of this, at least Riku should be alright and that was all I could ask for. 

The last thing I heard amongst the pattering of rain, blood-curdling screams, and splatters of what I assumed to be blood was a giggle I was all too familiar with, one that I wished that I’d never heard again.

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Dark, quiet, perfect, a blissful void blanketed any thought I had at that moment. I never wished so hard for this feeling to last forever. Just a moment to myself was rare enough.

 But at last, all good things must come to an end. It was then that I spotted…  a wooden structure, a white Torii gate?  

Just as I was lost in thought, I was aggressively yanked out of my beloved paradise.

S: “Pf..pfft- Hahahaha!” (?)

There it was, the ceaseless laughter was back, I opened my eyes only to have to squint and try to adjust to the bright atmosphere I was now in. 

'Ugh, it’s her again…'

The space I’m in now was the exact opposite.  Uncomfy white walls and ceiling, if it wasn’t for the stone pathway I couldn't tell where the walls ended. It’s a work in progress. A slow one at that.

It’s not like I could complain, the fact that this wasn’t taking a toll on me right now was a blessing in disguise. I’ve been putting as much work into this as I can with the chakra I have. That hadn’t been enough by a long shot.

Let’s just say that Kusagakure had its uses.

With an exasperated groan, I spoke, “What is it now? I thought we’d be done with this for now.” I slowly step down the stone stairs to see her eye to eye. 

Well, more like eye to forehead but, you get the idea.

S: “Well, I can’t say it was your fault this time. How’s it feel to be nearly killed by your favorite character? It was too good to miss.” She let out a burst of laughter for a solid minute before getting herself together and wiping the tears from her eyes before returning her gaze to me.

This menace is back in my sight again, silky black French braids that transition into a vibrant purple halfway and end at her shoulders. After all these years, she chose to look like the last art piece my fiancé gave me.

 Melanin Goddess is what she called it, I remembered how upset she was when she didn’t have enough of the original color she wanted to use. She settled on using chestnut brown after the hours of wasted effort we spent searching for it at our local art store that was closing. Sorry, getting off track. 

Back to the gremlin, she’s wearing a black crop top with a pair of jeans, white air force 1s, and not to mention the golden hoops and nose piercing she might as well call her precious. 

We only began talking again three years ago. After. what felt like a decade of silence.

 So, I told her honestly- well no, more like an annoying fangirl.

“OH. My. God! It was amazing, Julia! You should’ve seen him in action; from his posture to his demeanor, and aura, it was just like I imagined! I only wished his genjutsu worked on me, so I’d experience his abilities in all their wonder…  Oh, if only~.” 

I made sure to have the brightest smile I could muster on my face as I took her hands in mine and jumped up and down too. 

Ah, how refreshing it is, her 5’1” scrunched-up face was a gift of its own. I can’t give this menace the reaction she wants, I should probably bend down on my knees to meet her eyes too but she’s a biter. Learned that the hard way.

S: “Ugh anyways, let’s talk about what’s going on. Since you’re probably curious as to why you’re still… here. aha…”  Moping, Julia walks back over to the big screen in front of her and takes a seat.

I did feel a little bad, if only- POP!

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“Motherfu-” I was startled by the abrupt noise and color in my face

  S: “Alright! Jordan, good news and bad news. The good news is you’re not dead yet! Hooray!” She pulled out a party hat and pulled the popper to release a cascade of confetti in my face.

“Keep going…”

 S: The bad news is that the proto-seal has been used up. Which in all honestly could go either way but before you get upset, you’re currently… with other members of the Fūma clan now!” (Julia)

“...”

S: “It’s still safe….”

“...” I just continue to stare.

S: “...” She started to sweat a little as I just watched her with a blank expression then began to smile.

“Julia.” A smile began to creep onto my face

S: “Mhm…”

 We were on the run from Konoha for the past two weeks. So, there’s only ONE place we could go to right now that houses the Fūma clan, right?” 

S: “Y- yeahhhhhhh….” Her voice started to sound more like a whisper the longer she went on.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE WE IN OTOGAKURE?!”