Reincarnation of the Aburame God (Naruto Fanfic)

"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."

- Cersei Lannister.

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I was gasping and a little dizzy to realize what I had done, but, when I raised my head, I saw the pieces of Roku's body each falling to one side. The Longclaw Sword had sliced into his body in a straight, vertical line.

It was the first time I'd seen so much blood. Sure, I had seen a lot of my blood when Kim shot me. Besides, Roku wasn't the first person I'd killed.

So, I tried to stay as calm as possible, stood up, and looked at Juro.

He was standing still, dumbfounded, while still holding his fist. Blood was spurting out of the place where his right hand should have been. His eyes were already half-closed, perhaps because of the rapid loss of blood.

Knowing that Konohagakure shinobi were coming, Juro had to decide. Seeing what I had done to his brutish colleague, he chose to run. He turned around and, with consecutive leaps, tried to reach the forest.

I raised my right hand in the air, and the chakram returned to my possession. I then threw it in Juro's direction, and it sliced off his head.

Fifteen seconds later, the jounins finally reached the clearing. Some of the beautiful blue flowers that filled the clearing were painted blood-red, and the two corpses of the men I had killed were still on the ground.

"W-what happened here?" a trembling male voice asked, apparently shocked by the scene in the clearing.

An instant later, I heard someone else arrive. "Looks like someone got here before us."

Hiding behind a tree in the forest, my blood ran cold, and I widened my eyes when I heard the second man's voice. When I boldly peeked, I saw Shikaku Nara standing next to four other men in military green vests.

"Could it be Anbu?" asked one of the jounins.

Shikaku put his right hand in his back pocket and took out a carton of cigarettes. He then took out a cigarette and a metal lighter, with which he lit the cigarette and brought it to his mouth.

"Fu..." He blew out the smoke after a drag and looked at Roku's divided body in front of him. "I don't think that's the case here. The Anbu are indeed around, but they don't act without direct orders from the Third Hokage."

"What if it were Root?" whispered another, leaning over to speak in a hushed tone, as if mentioning that last word out loud was taboo.

Shikaku remained silent. He knew Root's base was inside the Hokage Monument mountain. Yet, had they had time to come out and leave? He couldn't say if so. But the brutal way these two Kirigakure ninjas had been killed made him feel it wasn't the skilled Root members. They specialized in quick, clean kills.

"It's hard to say... Hey, you. Yes, you. Go to the Hokage and report the situation so they don't send reinforcements. Also, tell the Hokage to call Mr. Fugaku." Asuma said, and the jounin he had pointed to disappeared quickly.

Meanwhile, I was doing my best to hide my presence. Using that first chakra control technique, which comprised wrapping my chakra center with imaginary hands, I managed to almost completely hide my presence. Still, a Hyuuga with a Byakugan could see me. So, I tried to get out of the situation as quickly as I could by retreating deeper into the forest and following an alternative path.

-:-

That night, when I arrived in the Aburame' territory, it was already very late. The streets were dark and empty.

When I opened the gate, I saw Shibi Aburame standing with his arms crossed on the porch of our house.

Aiden had never come home so late from school, and he had never seen his father worried either, but that day I sensed he was worried.

Shibi was blocking the doorway, forcing me to talk to him.

"Sir, I..."

"Where were you?" With his arms crossed, he asked.

Shibi was too young to be a father, about 23, but he still had an intimate aura about him because of his age. And I couldn't blame him for being worried about the disappearance of a nine-year-old child.

"Training." I replied sincerely, although it was only half-true.

One of Shibi's eyebrows rose, standing out above the line of the black glasses he was wearing. "Training? What are you talking about? Just a month ago, you said you wouldn't follow the ninja path."

My heart was pounding, with Aiden's emotions conflicting with mine at that moment. It was then that I raised my head and looked at my father with a calm expression.

"If we're going to talk about my future like this, let's do it without clan formalities. What do you think, Dad?"

He frowned and looked at me in silence until finally he sighed, took a step to the side, and said:

"Very well. But let's do it indoors."

We went into the house and approached the dining table, but it was already empty because of the time.

"Where's Torune?" I asked as I sat down with my knees bent.

"He's in his room. Why? Is he necessary for this conversation?" Shibi asked.

"No, I don't think so."

"Well, then..." Shibi sat down in front of me and took off his glasses, exposing those frightening yellow eyes like mine. "You can start explaining yourself. What training are you talking about?"

I took my glasses off too and put them on the table. "Okay... Dad, to begin with, I'm sorry for being such a disappointment to you for so long. I was the first man in the history of this clan to be turned down by the Kikaichuu, and it tormented me throughout my childhood. I always had chakra, but I never thought of learning techniques from clans other than my own. Because I created this burden for myself, I also became a disappointment to myself."

At that moment, it was more Aiden's memories talking than me.

"Countless times, I tried to get close to the insects, and every time I failed miserably. As you said, I gave up on becoming a ninja... But I never lost hope. Some time ago, I finally understood the root of my problem with insects: my chakra."

"Your... chakra?" Shibi, confused, asked and looked at my stomach. "I'm sure your chakra is normal."

'So he can somehow sense my chakra because of those eyes? It must be some advanced technique. But if he couldn't tell the difference between normal chakra and divine chakra, that means the color is still the same. Maybe only the intensity is really the problem.' I thought quickly and then took a deep breath.

"Anyway, Dad, I thought that if I contained some of my chakra, maybe I could make the insects no longer fear me."

"If what you say is true, that makes sense. Insects can feed on chakra, but when exposed to too much chakra, they explode. Death by nourishment. It happens to a few insects in the early years of any Aburame training, when some insects eat a larger slice than it can handle. But for insects automatically to fear that... you'd have to have very intense and voluminous chakra."

"I don't know if that's the case with me. It was just a theory, but I had decided that it would be my last attempt. So, I've spent the last few weeks trying to get it under control."

The week's part was a slight lie, because he certainly wouldn't believe that I had mastered my chakra control in just two days.

"After so much practice, yesterday I finally got an ant to climb onto my hand and today a butterfly too. I'm not a very optimistic person, but I think I've solved my problem with insects. For that reason, I'd like to do the ceremony with the kikaichuu a second and final time."

Our pairs of yellow eyes stared at each other in that moment.

A second ceremony for the same person had never been performed in the entire history of the Aburame Clan. Precisely because no man had ever failed. However, Shibi was my father and the head of the clan. If there was anyone capable of making this happen, it was definitely him.

After thinking for a few seconds, Shibi put his right index finger on the table. "I can think about it and discuss it with the leaders of the other family groups in our clan, but first I need to see for myself if it's true."

A tiny insect emerged from the sleeve of the jacket Shibi was wearing. It ran along the back of his hand and then along his index finger until it touched the table and started walking toward me.

"If what you say about your training and your chakra is true, this kikaichuu of mine will enter you. After that, I want it to survive at least an hour. If all goes well, I'll do everything I can to make this second ceremony happen."

I nodded immediately and placed my right hand on the table.

The kikaichuu walked up to my hand and climbed on it without stopping. It ran up my arm completely, which caused a slight prickling sensation. Then I felt it on my neck, and it went up to my face.

"Open your mouth," Shibi ordered, and I did.

The kikaichuu made its way past my lips and into my mouth, sheltering somewhere under my tongue.

"What do you say we play some shogi while we wait?" asked Shibi, taking the wooden board from under the table.

"Sure, why not?"

The requested hour passed uneventfully, and I saw my father smile for the first time in a long time. He agreed to hold the second ceremony. Yet, for this to happen, it also depended on other family leaders within the clan.

-:-

The next morning, the first thing I did after washing my face to wake up was going to my mother's room.

My mom was as beautiful as ever, looking like a jade doll lying on that bed. I had a theory in mind, and I wanted to test it out to see if I could help my mother.

That epic talent I'd chosen, called [Perfect Control of Spiritual Energy], had helped me solve my chakra control problem; only this name was all-encompassing enough to make me think that maybe this control wasn't just about my body.

So, could I somehow control my mother's chakra? I needed to test that.

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