Disney Series: The Little Mermaid (Kisame One-Shot)

The Little Mermaid

Your father had organized the party as a way of presenting you and your six sisters to the world. Being the feudal lord with seven daughters, you would all have to be married off some time or other, and this was the perfect way of putting you on show—plenty of people at the party were likely candidates for a marriage, so all it would take was some light conversation, and he could have seven weddings on the calendar. So with everything ready and waiting to go, he had stood outside in the gardens of the palace, where the lunch was being held, and announced his daughter's arrival. One by one they came through the doors, eagerly looking around for their future husband, but as the last one came out, he noticed something wasn't right. Quickly doing a headcount as he looked over his daughters, a glare fell over his face as he realised there was one missing—and he knew exactly who it was. Resisting the urge to shout out in frustration, trying to keep a blank look on his face as he turned to the nearest group of ninjas and growled darkly,

"Find Hyomei. Now."

You weren't like your sisters.

Being the eldest of seven, you were therefore the heir to the title of feudal lord. Just like the rest of your sisters, you were a princess, of sorts. But you didn't see the world in the same way they did—you never had. You had been very close to your mother, and right from when you were young she had said that being a princess—being in such a high, well-known position—automatically put you in danger, and that you had to learn how to protect yourself. Even if you weren't exactly jonin level, you needed to know how to fight, and as such you had trained to be a ninja. Your sisters had received training too, but unlike you, they found no pleasure in it. They had learned the basics, and that was it. However, from the moment you had begun your training you had loved it, and done everything you could to get stronger. It made you feel empowered in a way that wasn't evident in any other area of your life, and so mastered any technique you were presented with. Things only changed when your mother died, and your father fully revealed his disdain of what your mother had always insisted on. From that moment he had made it clear you weren't to train anymore—not that you listened. You'd always wanted to fight, and so every chance you got, you trained, albeit in secret.

Though your sisters were content to act like regular princesses, never caring about anything but their future husbands and numerous children, you dreamed bigger. Your village was huge, as big as a ninja village, and your father was determined to keep his seat of power. He wasn't willing to let it be destroyed or attacked, and as such had created an incredible wall that surrounded the entire village and its land. Even so, that might have been considered a normal defense to keep away invaders, if it wasn't for the fact that he then placed a forcefield that enveloped everything using his kekkai genkai, meaning even aerial attacks were impossible. Only with his permission was anyone ever allowed to enter and leave the village. Most food was grown within the land, and things that were traded were monitored carefully, going through a long process before they would be allowed to trade with the village. The majority of people accepted it and simply stayed inside, the village and its lands becoming their world, just like your sisters. But you couldn't accept that. There was so much outside the wall that you wanted to experience—like a whole other world. But your father wasn't about to let you train to be a ninja, let alone leave the village to make a life for yourself somewhere else, leaving you thinking over fantasies of what it was like, never telling your father you wanted to leave.

Of course, you didn't tell your father a lot of things, so there wasn't much change there. The kekkai genkai he possessed wasn't commonplace within the clan—so the fact you had it was rather unusual. But the moment you discovered you had it, you knew without a doubt you weren't about to tell him. What he'd do with the fact you had that power wasn't a question you wanted answered, and so you merely kept it to yourself, training with it as much as you could in order to master it. It was the same thing you had done with all your abilities, and though you weren't about to make exaggerated statements about your strength, you would say with certainty you were powerful—though considering you had no idea what the ninjas outside were like, for all you knew you were low-level. Regardless of what rank you would be considered if you had trained in a ninja village, all your life you had wondered how to escape your prison, but even now, you couldn't come up with a solution. Even if you could, you wouldn't have a clue where to go, and then there was the matter of your father. If you did manage to escape, would he immediately send ninja after you to bring you back? Hell, in a way, you could imagine he'd rather you were dead than living as a ninja. So where exactly did that leave you?