It started when I was six.
There had always been something a bit different about me, I was a precocious child to be sure, and often had tastes that seemed strange and seemingly arbitrary.
For example, when it came time to get my sunglasses, something of a minor rite of passage in the Aburame Clan, I instead insisted on a small mask that covered from the top of my nose to above my eyebrows. The mask resembled a blindfold, though the material was actually see-through.
Despite it making me look as though I were blind, I liked it felt right and the mask made me feel assured, more comfortable in my own skin.
Though the real change began on my sixth birthday when I began training in clan techniques. It was a special birthday in more ways than one.
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It was like a fog lifting, everything became clear.
A whole life flashed before my eyes. It was my life, or at least my previous life. It was extremely disorienting, one minute I'm Shimi Aburame practicing with her kikaichu then suddenly I'm Taylor Hebert.
It all flashed through my mind the Undersiders, Leviathan, Coil, Alexandria, Chicago, the Nine, Scion, Contessa. I collapsed, unable to understand what my concerned father is saying. My kikaichu went wild and isn't that interesting from an outside perspective. Bugs that could drain a person's life force living in my body. Everything became as strange as it had once been familiar.
I saw the Entities, I saw the locker, the bank, Dragon, Defiant. It all flashed through my brain, 18 years of life, experience, love, loss, triumph, and pain are jammed into my six-year-old brain. Shinobi, chakra, the village it all became recontextualized. I saw the forested area I'm in through a thousand eyes. Then as quickly as it had begun it was over.
All things considered, I think I handled it pretty well.
"Shimi, Shimi are you okay? Answer me please.", I tilted my head towards the voice. Shibi Aburame stared back, concern evident on his normally stoic face. 'This was my father' I thought to myself, a second father but a father nonetheless.
While his tanned skin and spiky hair were different from Danny Hebert's, the love in his eyes was a welcome and familiar sight.
"I'm fine dad, it's just something weird just happened," I said. Deciding to only tell some of the truth, "It was as if I had a thousand eyes, I could see from so many directions. I think I was seeing through my kikaichu."
His eyes widen almost imperceptibly behind his dark reflective lenses. 'I hope that's not a big deal'
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It was a big deal. It turns out that Aburame couldn't use their insect's senses directly. Instead using individual bugs like scouts that would fly back and relay the information. Needless to say a six-year-old happening upon a technique that would allow them to have limited omniscience, the news spread quickly.
After returning home to the Aburame compound, located near a patch of woods on the side of the village. My father began to tell other clan members of what had happened during my first training session.
That was how I found myself in front of a small panel of elders, dad being the clan head was on it but there were also two others, Mushi and Suzume Aburame. The first a middle-aged man with white starting to creep into his straight brown hair going well with his stern visage, while Suzume was even older with her hair grey and put up into a ponytail and was the only one in the room without any eye coverings letting her bright yellow eyes shine through.
"So," said Mushi "your father claims you may have unlocked some new jutsu, please describe it." His stern gaze might have bothered Shimi Aburame but I wasn't just Shimi anymore.
"It was as if I was in thousands of bodies at once seeing the world in the way every one of my kikaichu does, at once.", my reply seemed to intrigue them.
"Well let's see it then," said Suzume, a small smile forming on her otherwise impassive face, "perhaps a technique such as this might get those hyuga to shut up for once, why? Because they would no longer be the only ones to see everywhere."
An amused hum went up among the panel members. Suzume pulled out two scrolls from the sleeve of her kimono.
She turned to me, "I shall go to another room and write something upon this scroll, I would like you to write it down on the other scroll, do you think you can do that."
I nodded quickly, it seemed that despite my memories of a past life at heart I was still a six-year-old and eager to please.
Suzume stood up and gracefully exited the room. As her footsteps echoed through the hall my father turned to me. "Shimi go ahead and start"
My chakra came alive, thrumming through my veins as I commanded one of my beetles to fly from my hand. It was strange how normal it felt to be essentially a living hive, but the kikaichu were simply another part of me. Remember the feeling of it before my consciousness spread out, the senses every member of my swarm poured in.
It might have overwhelmed someone else, but I had once commanded much larger swarms. I focused on the kikaichu in the room with Suzume. She had drawn the symbol of the hidden leaf village alongside the kanji for "Beetle".
I copied it down and turned to my father and Mushi, "I'm finished"
"Alright," said my father raising his voice "Suzume could you please return to the room"
Suzume returned, holding a scroll with the exact same thing I had written on mine. "It seems," she said looking over my scroll "that the results speak for themselves. It seems we will have to test this ability further" She turned to me the small smile returning to her face, a playful look in her ''and work on your handwriting."
My father and the elders began to talk about the implications of my ability, whether it could be taught, and how I should be handled. Mushi wondered aloud if I might be a prodigy of some sort.
"I don't think it matters," dad said, "considering the Uchiha incident the atmosphere of the village would not be right for another prodigy, besides we don't want Shimi to draw too much attention yet, why? Because there might be other interested parties"
This caught my attention it seemed there was intrigue afoot. Seeming to read my thoughts dad turned to me and sent me to bed. Promising to continue training the next day.
"Go and rest tomorrow your training begins in earnest."
I left, though still curious I planted a kikaichu in the corner. As I tucked myself into bed, I opened up the connection. The room came into focus for a few brief seconds before the kikaichu was snatched up by my father.
"Very clever Shimi, but this is a private conversation. It's time for you to go to sleep.", and with that, the Beetle was set outside the room.
Deciding not to spy on the three experienced ninjas who knew exactly how I would do it, my head hit the pillow and the exhaustion caught up with me. I quickly drifted off, dreaming of dancing beetles.
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So my training began in earnest though it was as much for the benefit of the clan as it was for me.
Every detail of the technique the clan had dubbed Secret Technique: Hive Mind was parsed out. Such as how it gave me a sense of exactly where each individual member of my swarm was and how Genjutsu could be used on my bugs to affect me while the technique was in effect. Which was a particularly irritating discovery.
Eventually, I returned to the Academy. The cognitive dissonance of going to an institution designed to unapologetically crank out child soldiers clashed with my own personal childish excitement at getting to learn cool ninja stuff.
Of course, school is still school and kids are still kids. The academy itself was surprisingly laid back, if you took away the taijutsu and weapons practice along with some of the clear indoctrination methods it would be a totally normal school.
Of course, that meant that there were bullies. My memories from before getting my previous memories back didn't really feature it but looking on with fresh eyes there was a clear hierarchy, with clan kids at the top and the rest decided by skill and popularity.
Firmly at the bottom was Naruto Uzumaki, who was consistently mocked and scorned. Not just by the kids but just about everyone he encountered. In a way that was disturbingly familiar.
It was a beautiful sunny day, with clear skies and a nice breeze a perfect day to read through recess, unfortunately, there were troublemakers to contend with.
"Get out of here we don't want to play with you" "Yeah you're just a loser", the two kids whose names I couldn't remember continued to rag on Naruto who despite being a goofy airhead deserved none of this.
After a minute my self-control broke. I sent a couple of kikaichu across the yard and had them land on the lead boy's face.
"AAAAHHH, GET IT OFF" the boy flailed around in a panic, some of his buddies laughed they stopped when the bugs flew off him and at them.
I returned to my book mentally guiding the kikaichu while making myself look as innocent as possible.
It must not have worked as Shikamaru, who at the tender age of six and a half was already shaping up to be a slacker, walked past. Looking at the panicking morons he smirked at me, "Nice one".
"I'm not sure what you mean" I responded, "I've just been reading"
He gave me a shrug and a look that screamed 'sure you were', sat under a tree, and immediately fell asleep.
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I was 10 when I saw it. I was passing by one of the training yards taking a shortcut to the Aburame compound when the sound of metal on metal caught my attention.
I sent out some of my bugs to investigate and what I saw captivated me.
Two chunin, by the look of them, going toe to toe katanas in hand striking blade upon blade. The grace, the power it called to me. There was only one course of action for me.
I was a bit embarrassed at first when I began to beg my father for sword lessons. I had been an adult, a feared and respected parahuman and now I was begging my dad for a sword because I thought it was cool.
The feeling evaporated when he agreed. He took me to a closet in his room and pulled out a katana with a grey scabbard and black cloth wrapped handle.
"This was your mother's," he said, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. The subject of my mother here was as much a taboo here as it had been on Earth Bet, with Shibi only giving vague answers of changing the subject. "You will have your lessons, and when you are ready you will carry your mother's blade with pride" his voice thick with emotion.
I pulled him into as tight a hug as I could silently vowing not to fail this father like I had the last.
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I was kept busy during my last two years at the academy between clan practice, sword practice with a non-descript Jonin named Giyu, and class. The clan had long since decided that I was some sort of genius in terms of clan techniques, it seems I have a talent for controlling insects, who knew?
On my 11th Birthday, my father decided to teach me two non-clan techniques as a reward for my rapid progress. The Transparent Escape Technique which essentially made you invisible and the Body Flicker Technique which was a short burst of very high speed.
Unsurprisingly these were a lot harder to master than the clan techniques I had been learning up to this point and combined they took me two months to really master.
As graduation got closer and closer my father sat me down at the dinner table "It's time we talk", he said "soon you will be a shinobi and it will not be an easy path. You need to understand that."
"I do dad, I'm ready to do the work. I'll become a great shinobi."
"I know that, why? Because my daughter is wonderfully talented."
As preen under the praise he continues, "However, should you ever feel as though you can't handle it you come to me, alright?"
"Alright dad, I promise." and I would do it. It was no big mystery that a lack of communication had ruined my last father-daughter relationship. This time I would be better, I had to be.
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The graduation test itself was easy, a written test, some hand to hand, and target practice. The three jutsu performed at the end were also simple. The clone jutsu especially since I had already mastered a more advanced version.
"Congratulations, you passed," said Iruka, handing me the navy blue headband " Makes sure to complete your registration form and be in class at 7:00 AM for team assignments"
I gave a quick bow and thanked them before walking out leaving him and Mizuki to test the next person. As I walked out of the academy I looked back then down at the headband, still in my hand.
Pride welled up inside. 'Don't get too excited' I thought to myself, 'You've still got a long way to go.'
Awaiting for me at home was a small celebratory dinner with my father and a couple of others including Suzume and Mushi. Congratulations were given. Suzume oohed and aahed over my headband and prodded me on what I would wear as my official ninja gear. Mushi gripped over how dad should have let me graduate early.
A warm feeling of contentment spread, this, this right was worth protecting.
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It was early in the morning as I looked in the mirror admiring my reflection. A new sleeker eye mask, this one able to block out glare. My dark green-brown hoodie, sleek black cargo pants, and shin guards. On my arms were dull metal gauntlets. I had my headband tied around my right arm, and a katana, though not my mother's, strapped to my back.
I had taken my long black hair and worked it into a bun. Keeping out of the way in combat.
I looked good and was ready to take on this world of shinobi.
I arrived early taking a spot in the back and enjoying the quiet. It didn't last as newly minted genin poured into the room. Sighing, I pulled out a book on the third shinobi war and tuned out the crowd.
About twenty minutes later Iruka arrived holding a clipboard and began announcing the teams.
"Team 8 Hinata Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, and Shimi Aburame. Lead by Kurenai Yuhi"
"Aw man why do I have to be with the creepy girl", complained Kiba as if being on a team with a loudmouth like him was gonna be such a dream. 'Though' I thought to myself 'what are the chances I end up on two teams with aggressive dog owners.'
Our sensei, a slender woman with red eyes wearing a short red dress covered in bandages, led us out of the room and out to one of the training fields.
"Alright," she said "My name is Kurenai Yuhi, I will be your Jonin Sensei. I hope to teach you guys a lot, now how about you introduce yourselves."
"I'm Kiba, this is Akamaru," he said, giving the dog in question a pat while it 'ruffed' "I'm gonna be the strongest Inuzuka ever" he declared, crossing his arms and giving a smug grin. He looked around as if daring anyone to challenge his statement.
Kurenai nodded "Okay and how about you" turning her attention to Hinata who seemed to be trying to look as invisible as possible.
"I-I'm Hinata Hyuga, I hope we can all get along"
I guess it's my turn, "I'm Shimi Aburame, pleased to meet you"
Seemingly satisfied, Kurenai moved on "Okay then, now that the introductions are out of the way let's get right down to it. Today we will be doing your Genin test."
"Hey sensei what are you talking about we already did that.", said Kiba with Akamaru barking in agreement.
"No, that was the preliminary test, just the basics. Jonin sensei give their students their own test and if they fail they get sent back to the academy." Kurenai stated calmly, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"That's ridiculous!" shouted Kiba looking agitated.
"Regardless of what you think, that's how it is. Now here is the goal" Kurenai said, pulling out a red rubber ball about the size of a softball. "I've hidden three of these around the training grounds, you have an hour to find them." She explained letting each of them hold the ball. "I will chase you trying to prevent you from getting the balls, if you can't find the balls in time you get sent back to the academy."
All three of us readied ourselves, this was it.
"Begin"
The three of us scattered.