Chapter 171 - My SI Stash #71 - Bugs {Naruto Aburame SI} by The Propa Orky Reda (Naruto)

-Fairly new fic with a serious Aburame SI~ Power hungry MC!

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Chapter 1

My name is Hiroshi Aburame. I was once known by another name but I suppose that person is dead, isn't he? That must be true if I am alive, after all. I remember back when I was born into this world that I looked at the happy eyes of the bug users who were my genetic donors, feeling nothing but detachment. I mean, sure, they were taking care of me, but as I stared at them, all I knew was that these people were not my parents and they never would be.

I don't know how I died but I feel like it wasn't a bad way to die... I think. I can't really tell; it's just a blur of fuzzy emotions at best. I had lived a pretty average life with average everything, so even though I missed the comforts of my old world like WiFi and such, I was already beginning to like it here. I was already starting to love living in this world and excitement bubbles up inside of me with each day that passes.

I can't tell why, but I felt eager to face the risk of this world. To face the harsh challenges ahead till they pushed me higher or simply killed me. Why should I care for preserving a plot I didn't fully know? In all the stories I have read, there is always a butterfly effect of some sort caused simply by the newcomers' presence in a world they weren't meant to exist, thus I must attain strength above all else. Strength to ensure that anyone who stands against me will perish but that brought me to a new question. Why did I want this?

Why did I want to live in a world where there was no true goal for me? The answer to that was how interesting this world was. What kinds of philosophies were born out of lands bathed in blood? Why is technology so scattered? How does chakra affect the very nature of reality and by what means does it interact with our thoughts and soul? So many questions were brimming at the edges of my mind agitating my swarm to frantically buzz.

They were also interesting, as I did not get to choose my swarm like the others did, but I believe what I was given was worthwhile. Illogically if not impossibly small bugs called the Rinkaichu. Apparently my genetic donors were a part of a caste in the Aburame clan that were the best at wielding these small bugs. I could imagine so many uses for them, ranging from slipping them into the mouth of a target and utterly destroying a their lungs or killing high priority targets from a distance.

Ah! That will be my goal then. My goal is the pursuit of knowledge in this world, although I refuse to sink to Orochimaru levels of depravity to follow the path of knowledge. He was foolish, much like a pig feasting, when he chose to go after the children of Konoha. It would have been far more effective to use ROOT to gather enemy nin or various children from the border villages. Perhaps I will get lucky and find one of the snakes little dens. Perhaps I could modify my bugs one day? That would be interesting, if nothing else.

Even now I felt the bugs move their way through my flesh. Workers gathering food and resources from my stomach and chakra from somewhere near my heart. I would have to ensure I added other strains of bugs to my collection and hive, but for now these little menaces would do. Although my genetic donors in this world seem to be gone almost all the time, I am quite happy, since I am fed and clothed. I do not need much else, besides books.

As I kneel in silence I can feel excitement running through my veins at how much could I learn from this world! Was the god of death an actual thing? Although I would never want to grab immortality like Orochimaru, as that would be something more akin to a curse for me. Either way, as I simply sit with a smile across my face, in this young and weak body, I know I will begin clan training soon. That reminds me how will I deal with all of these challenges while I am still young?

Well, firstly, the most glaring and dangerous would be the attack by the Sand village. Hmmmm... I won't lie but I do prefer the Leaf village over any other due to my own biases. In the end, to deal with Gaara, it may be best to drop a hint to Jiraiya, then kill the psychotic boy in his sleep. There has got to be a baby or something in the village to seal the one tails in. Oh! How would my bugs react if they eat the flesh of a tailed beast? Mutation of some sort? Maybe tailed beast chakra caused mutations to the soul and body? God, I am so curious and so eager to test it out despite how long it will be. I am only five yet I have such huge dreams.

Although I had tried chakra exercises, my genetic donors had quickly noticed and brought me to the clans doctor. Yet nothing came from this besides a few days of concerned watching. I had discovered, simply by eavesdropping, that trying such exercises could be dangerous at my young age with my colony still developing… I wonder if I can give my nano bugs elements? I can see my "Father" flinch at the look in my eye as I eat dinner. This is not my world. They are not my true mother and father, but I still find myself enjoying being stuck here. For in its anomalous nature some truly interesting things have sprung up. My mind never stops moving as I begin to ponder how I would deal with Sasuke if Naruto failed to prove strong enough to bring the edgy f.u.c.ker back? Those eyes are very interesting after all.

Chapter 2

It's interesting to be six again. I was only two years away from finally enrolling in the academy yet I still had so much more to learn. I was hoping for that delicious prodigy title that tended to earn you some special privileges. Which of course makes sense doesn't it? The stronger you are and more useful you can be more privileges are granted. It makes sense considering that a single S-Class Ninja would pose a threat to entire villages. Although I do understand why the Akatsuki never fully invaded a village until they grew desperate.

The more I become accustomed to this world I realize that Pain isn't the first of his kind to attack a village head-on. Apparently, during the Third-Hokage's original term in office, there was an event in Kirigakure where a single powerful ninja with a potent bloodline flood a good chunk of their village beyond repair. Apparently, despite the strained tensions the Kage's of that time still delt with him without mercy. The books I've read claim unaffiliated groups worked in unison to take this target out but it hints that these groups may be connected to the hidden villages.

I ponder if Root and its Earth and Cloud are the organizations that took him out. Although once I'm older and have the clearance maybe I can look into it as a little bit of a hobby on the side. The book was simply called, "The cost of broken chains" and it was interesting. But I could say that for all the books I've been reading and absorbing. My gene-donors gladly buy me more books each time I ask perhaps out of some hope buying them would strengthen their connection between me and them or if they're trying to raise me into a prodigy. They had even let me begin to wander the clan grounds alone.

In these little adventures, I go on I watch in silence. I watch how there is almost no expression in their faces or body as they talk in such emotionless tones. Each time it was the same until I started turning my attention to their eyes and hands. It seemed that my clan didn't express emotional signs as most others did? Something along those lines I'd need to look into it after I finish trying to find some non-propaganda filled history books. Something which was a bitch to do. Apparently our clan expressed themselves through their hands and face more so than anything else it the main reason why alot of them wore gloves, long sleeves or glasses. Perhaps a byproduct of our bloodline? Maybe Orochimaru would know. I'd have to ask him in the forest of death.

Apparently Shino's eyes and hands would be the key to reading him. I've yet to find Shino but Im sure I'll stumble across him sooner or later. Right now though I turn my attention back to the dead rat laying across my desk. I gently put my finger on the creature's tail so my Rinkaichu can spread. I order them with a simple mental command. They gently infect and posion the tail allowing me to easily rip the rat's tail off and inspect the clean-cut. I am somewhat surprised to see how clean this was... I really wish I was seven so I could try out some Chakra exercises.

I would love to coat my bugs in Chakra and see if they can clot up wounds or act as a sealant. It would allow enemys to live longer so I can extract information from them. But for now, I simply scribble down that idea to try when my colony finally finishes developing. Most other kids my age had already begun their training due to their own colony already finish developing around four or five. Once again a drawback to wielding Rinkaichu instead one of the other strains but a minor one for me. Finally, I pick up the tail and take a piece of white cloth and use the blood from the tail to drench and stain this white cloth. I wait for the blood to settle in the cloth as then touch the rat letting the rest of my bugs pour inside of the rat's body and begin turning its flesh purple.

I then tap the blood watching carefully as the bugs spread across the red-stained cloth turning it from red to purple. Watching as they consume and infect the blood before recalling themselves into me. I smile noting mentally how useful for evidence removal this would be. The door opens slightly as my father stands there gently calling, "Hiroshi? We're about to go out for dinner so let me gift you this." He says calmly his eyes covered by those goggles of his as he hands me a pair of gloves. I simply raise an eyebrow as he says, "You must always wear those otherwise you pose a threat to those around you… You will also be refrained from attending the academy to prevent accidents." I feel something in my heart shift at the Idea I would be confined within these walls.

I dawn these gloves as I ask softly, "I understand. But I would like to ask just in case but… If I were to find a way to prevent my Rinkaichu from spreading on contact would I be allowed to go?" My father pauses as I flex my hands nothing that I could still see faint traces of purple around my wrist. Close-Combat would have to be my specialty then which I wasn't complaining

"You can ask the Clan-Head later for we're about to have a formal dinner with him and the other Rinkaichu hosts. Although it is not unheard of it is difficult for someone so young." I am faintly surprised by this pausing as I smile slightly. My father's fingers twitch at that slightly at that but he simply leaves to prepare dinner. At least he gave me a heads-up and a direction to go tomorrow. For tonight I was interested in meeting Shino and his family. As I get dressed and prepare I am reminded as I dawn my shirt that I couldn't kill Garaa could I? His sand defense was rather scary and I couldn't touch his flesh unless I had alot of water or strength. I would need more flesh and creatures to test my bugs on. History would have to take the back burner for now I was going to focus on getting into the Academy.