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Warning: Mmn. Nothing? Hints of death and abuse?

First Beta: featherstofly

Second Beta: Lavendor Queen

Editor: Sansho

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It was early the next morning when Obito awoke me, informing me to get dressed.

Late last night after my bath, my wounds had been dressed and I had been sent off to bed once Obito had acknowledged my exhausted state. He promised and assured me he would look into the nature chakra predicament and with no way to argue, I had complied.

When I was dressed, breakfast was sent in and Obito and I sat on my guest bed with the food splayed out before us. He had set his mask down, staring at me with a thoughtful frown on his face.

I unabashedly stared at his face. "I feel like I want to draw on it."

Not missing a beat, Obito asked, "Why?"

"Why not?" I mused. "Can I draw on your mask?"

"Which one?"

"The orange one."

"No. I like that one."

"Please? I'll keep it clean."

"No. I like that one."

"I'll set it on fire if you don't let me."

"Now I'm definitely not letting you draw on it."

"You're no fun."

"I'm tons of fun."

I rolled my eyes.

Obito frowned again. "We'll be leaving for Konoha after I take care of the whole language issue."

"I was wondering how that would be fixed. Am I going to have to learn Japanese?"

"When I first came to your world and anchored myself there - and I say this for lack of a better way to describe it—I somehow entered your mind."

"I thought as much," I mused thoughtfully. "You didn't exactly sound right at the time. So when you came in through my mind, I somehow automatically filtered through your language?"

"Or I automatically filtered out my language in your mind," Obito said with a shrug. "The point is, I was able to learn and understand your language in a single moment without any hindrances. I am hoping to achieve the same effect with you."

" How?" I asked dubiously.

"Sharingan," Obito said bluntly as if that alone answered all of my questions.

"I know the Sharingan is outrageously overpowered but seriously, what?"

"The Mangekyō Sharingan has the capability of transferring abilities or memories into another," Obito explained.

I paused at that. And I thought. That would explain...a lot. Like how the hell Itachi was able to give Sasuke 'his' Amaterasu through a single touch. I knew Itachi could transfer his powers of the Mangekyō (Tsukuyomi) through contact or by simply pointing his finger at someone. It would make sense to conclude that he could transfer his abilities through the same manner. When he poked Sasuke's forehead with his dying breath, he must have done it then. Implanted the knowledge and ability, as well as the necessary information to create a trap, all in that single movement.

The Sharingan was ridiculously overpowered. To have that kind of capabilities...

"Why isn't it exploited?" I asked incredulously. "Why am I only now finding out about this?"

"Only the Mangekyō is capable of performing this," Obito said. "So it's not a well-known ability to begin with. And why would it be? The only people who have ever achieved the Mangekyō either achieve it for power they selfishly hoard and thus would not be willing to share, or have had it forced upon them and as such wouldn't want to 'share their burden, no matter how small' with someone else."

" I suppose I can see the reasoning behind that," I allowed.

"I would hope so."

"So you can poke me and I'll understand a whole other language? Just like that?"

"Not quite. I'm not exactly an expert at it. It will take roughly an hour to safely transition the appropriate knowledge to you, but otherwise yes. Just like that."

"That sounds incredibly convenient and simple," I decided. "I like it."

"I would imagine you would. What's your motto? K-I-S-S?"

"Keep It Simple Stupid," I clarified. "Something both Shikamaru and I live by."

"Of course."

"So what will we be doing in Konoha?"

"I will be escorting you there," Obito said. "You will be staying with an associate of mine who is a friend of the Hokage and who will be making sure you have the correct training with Jiraiya."

"Oh, really? Who's the friend?"

"Associate. I do not like him. It's Danzō."

I froze, my eyes widening as blood drained away from my face. "Danzō? Danzō as in the evil son of a bitch with the evil son of a bitch program?"

"Evil is such a harsh word."

"Really? Really? You know he's my least favorite person, ever."

"You will have minimal contact with him," Obito assured me. I gave him a doubtful look. "I am merely calling in a favor he owes me. You will be staying in the village in your own choice apartment and only see him if need be. Trust me, he wants about as much to do with you as you do of him."

"Oh, okay. So I won't be seeing you for a while?"

"No, I'll stop by for dinner of course," Obito said with a tilt of his head. "Or later on at night when security is lax in the village and I have free time. We still have a lot to discuss."

"We do," I agreed quietly. "Have you started up the Akatsuki yet?"

"It's under construction," Obito answered.

"Has the Uchiha Massacre occurred yet?"

"No. But it will."

"Will it?"

"Do you think you can actually stop it?"

I paused, thinking very carefully. "How much time would I have?"

"Less than two years, more than a month."

Not much then. If the Uchiha Massacre was to be prevented then a number of things must occur. The reasoning behind the Uchiha Massacre was, in the most basic form, that the Uchiha Clan felt separated, distanced, and somehow oppressed in their own village. They had no ties to any of the other prestigious Clans and were essentially anti-social. They did not support Konoha patronage in general, choosing to support their own Clan. They were narcissistic and looked down on everyone else in the village.

To prevent the Uchiha Massacre, none of those things could be in play. Or at least the majority of them. One, they would have to have close ties with at least four of the prestigious Clans. Not just façade alliances but actual friendships. Perhaps not quite like the Ino-Shika-Cho combination but definitely close. Two, they needed to see themselves as part of the village, not just as the Uchiha Clan and Konoha with a clean line through the middle. Three, they needed to be knocked down a shit ton of pegs and acknowledge they were no better than everyone else. Four, they needed village loyalty over Clan loyalty. And five, they would have to forgo their old and frankly self-harming traditions.

Could I do any of that in less than two years? Perhaps, perhaps I could strengthen the ties between the other Clans but that was a strong iffy situation. I would, in their eyes, be a nobody; someone who required a little special training from Jiraiya. I wouldn't be a shinobi, I wouldn't be an Advisor—I would be plain ol' me. I wasn't an ace manipulator; the facts were pretty obvious, but how the hell was I going to make them see themselves as part of the village and not part of the Clan as an outsider? Perhaps if I was magically reborn into the Uchiha Clan at a younger age then I could try something.

But really, really?

Especially considering if everything was already set in motion. If they actually, actually thought seriously that they could take out the entire Village with a legendary Hokage and just as equally legendary Clans they were delusional. And idiots. How were you supposed to stop a delusional stubborn idiot from doing something outrageously selfish and stupid?

God, I didn't even have two years. Less than two years. For all I knew it could occur in a month and a day! The only thing I could count on (possibly) was that it wouldn't happen for a month.

What the hell could I do in a month as a nobody?

"Doubtful," I admitted with a sigh. "I don't suppose I could talk you out of it?"

Obito stared at me incredulously. I held up my hands. "Alright, alright, I'll take that as a no. I don't like it though."

"But?"

"But," I allowed, "and this is going to sound incredibly stupid and selfish, but I kind of don't care. Throughout all of the manga, the massacre had already occurred. A world without it would seem kind of strange. Not to mention it would drastically change the plotline to a point where I doubt I would be able to tell what would happen next. I don't know anyone inside the Uchiha Clan aside from you, Itachi, Duck-Butt and Madara. Kind of Shisui, but not really all the same. Yes, it's sad. Yes, it's horrible. But if I can't do anything about it, what point is there in trudging on it? I might as well focus my energy on what I can change."

"You always were a practical one," Obito said, patting the top of my head.

I swatted his fingers away halfheartedly. "I guess. It seems kind of awful of me though, doesn't it? Hundreds of people are going to die, and here I am with the knowledge to do something about it."

"But what can you do?" Obito mused. "Go to the Hokage when you arrive and explain everything? They would send you straight to interrogation and they'll pull out all of your information. And I won't be allowing that to happen. I would have to rescue you in a most valiant and heroic way - because clearly that's the type of person I am - and you would probably nurse a grudge against Konoha and abandon it, choosing to join forces with me. You know, on second thought..."

I slapped him lightly on the arm. "Not funny. I wouldn't abandon Konoha. I would demand that you kidnap Naruto with me, though."

"Mmm."

"Don't even think about it," I warned. "Kidnapping is evil."

"Evil is a matter of perspective."

"Obito."

"Alright, alright. I will not kidnap Naruto until the time is right."

"I suppose I can allow that for now."

"Of course. However, I would like to inquire—while we're on the subject—what exactly do you intend to change?"

I bit my bottom lip, watching Obito as he eyed me unabashedly. "I want to stop everyone from dying."

"Do you have a plan to do that?"

"Maybe..."

"Ah, so you do. Care to share?"

"Not all of it with you. I have to trick you into liking my outcome better than yours first."

"Trick me? How do you do that?"

"I have no idea. You know my people skills suck."

"Well, I am certainly not going to help you trick me. But what about the other part?"

"Oh, well, some of it is actually kind of in tune with your plan so I figured we could team up for that part."

"If it's advantageous for both of us, I don't see why not."

"It is," I assured him. "But I can't do it until you have the start of Akatsuki going. So, you know, after the massacre and what not, I guess. Or, hell, I guess whenever Nagato is up for negotiations with me."

"Care to inform me of the plan?"

"Not at the moment," I said with a cheeky grin.

"You brat," Obito muttered.

I shrugged. "You love me anyway."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope. Now let me draw on your mask."

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It was exactly as Obito had said. Danzō really, really didn't want anything to do with me. He was only concerned about not owing Obito anything anymore and when it became clear I was not a shinobi in anyway whatsoever he really wanted me out of his hair. Although he was a little interested in my lack of chakra yet how nature chakra kind of clung to me. But not enough to pursue it.

What good would it do him to know some people can have no chakra systems?

After meeting with Danzō, the elderly man informed me I would meet with the Third Hokage the following day with him to discuss my nature chakra issue. Which I was definitely looking forward to. I was getting a little tired of glowing bright green.

However, in the meantime I was free to wander the village with two of his ANBU escorts in search of my new apartment. They had, thankfully, placed a small genjutsu over me to hide my glowing-ness so I could remain a bit more inconspicuous.

Obito had left right after the meeting, assuring me he would find me in a little while and so...

I was currently wandering the streets.

I didn't see the ANBU who were tailing me, I could only feel their watchful eye on the back of my neck. It suited me just fine, actually.

I maneuvered through the small crowds of people, trying to take in everything around me all at once.

I couldn't believe I was in the actual Konoha. It was almost surreal. Everything looked so lively and bright here, the atmosphere was friendly and relaxing. It was... It reminded me of home, so much. At the thought of home I felt a sharp tug in my gut that had my stomach knotting up.

I missed my home. I missed my technology. I missed my friends. I missed my Mom and cats and dogs. I missed them all something fierce.

And then there was the sudden urge to collapse to my knees and cry.

Faltering in my footsteps, I blinked back stinging tears that had gathered in my eyes. It wouldn't do to start breaking down and sobbing in the middle of the street. I clenched my hands into fists and swallowed down the lump in my throat.

Knowing that I needed a distraction, I occupied myself by looking for any specific things that I knew. My eyes roamed the area around me before I found myself noticing a small park. Unable to help myself I moved towards it, my curiosity getting the better of me.

It was nearly sunset and children were already gathering around their parents to head home. What I didn't expect was to find a little blonde boy so soon.

I stared at him, recognition flashing through my mind.

For what seemed like an eternity to me (but was only a few seconds) I stood perfectly still, transfixed by the sight of my very first encounter with the Naruto.

A mixture of feelings churned inside of me, but I was too stunned to process any of them. My entire body felt entirely blank. No one paid me any mind and I unconsciously took the first step forward. It was at that moment that I saw them. Two young men, moving towards Naruto and nothing about them seemed particularly nice to me.

I had only ever seen a handful of violent acts in my life face to face. I knew what would happen if they reached him, and Naruto seemed to know it too. His head snapped up and his bright blue eyes widened fearfully and in that moment I felt pure anger.

How could these people just stand around and allow this to happen? How dare that stupid fucking Hokage allow this situation to escalate to a point where no one would stop to help a little boy from a beating?

I hated that old man then and there with such a strong passion, it caught me off guard.

But not for long because I began to quickly move towards Naruto. I wasn't concerned about the two bullies. The ANBU would take care of them if needed. My concern was Naruto, a little boy who could not have been any older than six. What the hell was wrong with these people?!

Soon I was standing in between the two men and the little boy, scowling furiously at them.

They stared back at me in surprise before one of them leered. "Step aside, miss."

"Get the fuck out of here," I snarled. "Who the hell do you think you are? Leave this little boy alone!"

One of them startled in surprise and the other glared right back at me. Before either of them could move, however, ANBU One was there beside me in a flash, staring impassively at them. Both of them gave a startled shout at this and with one last glower, both left. I dipped my head in gratitude towards the ANBU but he or she was already gone, leaving me alone with Naruto.

Naruto stared up at me with wide, wide eyes, guarded curiosity and wonder behind them.

I smiled at him, kneeling down to his level. "Ohayō, little boy. I'm Mia. I'm new in Konoha, what's your name?"

He gaped at me for a moment before his face took on a redder hue. "N-Naruto."

"Naruto," I repeated, moving my hand to pat the top of his head. "It's nice to meet you. Do you want me to walk you back home?"

His eyes widened even more and he shifted nervously, scuffing his shoes at the ground. "I don't—I can make it on my own."

"I'm sure you can," I agreed. "But do you want me to? It won't be any trouble. I don't even quite know where everything is. Tell you what, if I walk you back, then you have to give me a tour of Konoha tomorrow, ne?"

Naruto opened his mouth and then closed it. He opened it again but this time a strong rumble interrupted him—from my stomach. I flushed in embarrassment, giving him a sheepish look. "Sorry about that, Naruto-chan. I guess I'm a little hungry for dinner."

"I-I know a place," Naruto suggested shyly.

"Really? Can you show me?"

"U-Uhuh," Naruto said with another nod. I gave him a sunny smile and offered him my hand. He stared at it, confusion flickering across his face.

"You're supposed to take it," I said. "You know, grab my hand and lead the way?"

"Are you sure you want me to?"

"Of course I am," I said with a roll of my eyes. "I wouldn't have offered it to you if I wasn't."

A small smile flickered across his face and he reached out to grab my hand. His hand was warm and small in my own. Unbidden, a soft smile grew across my face. I had always wanted to be a mother of my own, be it biological or through adoption. I even planned on having my own children after college and finding a stable job.

I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and with a bit of hesitance, Naruto led the way to his favorite ramen stand.

Okay, so maybe I was a bit biased when it came to Naruto.

But who could blame me?

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Answer: Technology, loved ones, food. 'Nuff said.

Question: Who is the most underrated character in Naruto, to you?

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