Legacy [ Naruto Reader-Insert ]

Still Waters and Silver Hounds

You growl, "What is that supposed to mean, Not-shisui? You can't just say that without any other explanation!" And you're hit with a sense of déjà-vu. This is also Shisui, the Shisui you know. The one who says 'goodbye' and leaves, that Shisui. Not-shisui just starts laughing and it sends surges of anger through your very being. This is serious and Not-shisui, real or fake, isn't taking this very seriously.

Not-shisui runs a finger down the side of your left eye and presses his lips against your eyelid. It feels hot and moist, just like how you'd think real lips felt like. He breathes over your eye and you feel a rush of hot air over that side of your face, "So how do you like my gifts? I'm waiting for you to use them. To do the things that I couldn't do."

"What gifts? The ninjato?" A lump forms in your throat as you struggle to spit out the truth, "Danzo's boy took it. He took your ninjato." You clench your fist in the ground, clumps of dirt and grass digging into your nails and slipping in between your fingers.

Not-shisui just looks at you with crinkled eyes, rubbing his thumb under your left eye, almost as if he was checking your eyeball instead of you, "Silly mouse, I meant the other gifts I left you. Check under the loose floorboard in the shrine." He's not upset at you losing the blade, he doesn't seem to acknowledge that you did lose it.

You inhale sharply, puzzled at his words, "W-what other gifts...?" Your voice trailing into the wind, "What things?"

He winks at you, tapping beside the eye that's still open (it's his left eye, it's his fucking left eye) and the ground gives way. You're no longer in the not-void with not-shisui, in the clearing with the boulder with the familiar patch of moss, beside the river with the damp, moist earth. You feel yourself drop, drop, dropping and you collide with the ground.

You wake up.

The familiar ceiling of your room stares back at you. You can feel the firmness of your thin futon on the tatami and your sheets feel smooth and laundered on your skin, but as you look down it's your haori over you, instead of your sheets. It's pristine and clean. You suppose you didn't get vomit and bile over the steel-silk, a small blessing, really.

It'd probably be a bitch to clean.

You try to sit up, only to be hit by the dizzying feeling of vertigo in your brain. Your body still thinks it's falling. It's a very unnerving feeling and it almost makes you want to throw up but your shinobi training kicks in. You're falling, floating and suddenly you're not. Your body is on the floor, horizontal. You're looking up at the ceiling. You're alive. You're not in the not-void, you're in the real world.

You chant the Yamanaka mantra under your breath and you close your eyes until the feeling goes away.

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When you finally regain all of your senses, you sit up, successfully this time, you find a small note, a couple of official looking documents and a metal hitai-ate neatly folded on top of the pile. It isn't a dream. Whatever happened before in the cell isn't a dream. You went in, got booted by creepy figures with the same face and you ripped his coils apart by making your chakra sticky.

You cradle your face in your arms. You killed someone. The weird thing is that you don't feel remorse for the deed, you just feel empty. Void. Like you're a puppet dancing because of the strings stuck to your joints. He's an enemy. Hostile. You're conditioned to kill hostiles, anyone that gets in the way of your mission or your village.