I am Shisui Uchiha

[Dear Diary,

I do not usually journal but my therapist told me that I should. I think I can already feel its effects, journaling is like touching grass. I can see the reality. It tells me how fucked I am….]

"Hmmm, is this enough? Or should I write more and explain about my day and stuff?"

My name is Mark. I was born into a rather fucked up family. Divorced parents, the reason for that was very weird. My mother chose a horrible name for my younger brother, Bob and my father had enough, leaving the woman in shambles.

My grandfather was a womanizer, my brother grew up to be a delusional psycho neet stuck behind his laptop, and I…? Well, I had to take the shit of my divorced parents.

Maybe all of this made me mature early but also made me used to a few things that I guess make me feel as if I am dead already, not living.

What is a human after all?

Maybe if society collapsed…. Maybe if we were in the wild, would life be better? Hunting animals, dancing animalistically around a fire, giving up the comforts of life…? That does not sound completely bad.

One would tell me, that becoming jobless and homeless, would be the same thing but no no no, living wildly in a world without society would mean that justice would not exist.

A world of natural justice. Maybe that world would not be wholly bad. You die early, live animalistic. Born to Prey. Death to Predator.

A world without these concrete buildings that surround me like a prison, a world without greed for more but greed for what will I eat tomorrow? Equal for everyone.

The weaker would die. The powerful would remain. That is the justice of the world after all.

"Heh." I chuckled. I knew for one that I would be among the first to die unless I adapted quickly which is a huge possibility too. For I believe in myself to be able to survive in a world like that.

I would be an apex predator.

Suddenly I sighed,

"I am delusional. No wonder she left me."

I glanced at the waitress who was staring at me coldly, my ex-girlfriend.

"Sir, what will you have?"

I leaned back, giving her a slight smirk and a wink.

"You and breast milk."

She sighed aloud, almost in exasperation. She sat beside me, her notepad and pen in hand. She looked beautiful in her worker uniform and that cute hat she was wearing.

"You can't keep coming to my place of work and troubling me, Mark. We have broken up, that means we are not supposed to see each other."

I rolled my eyes,

"I am here to drink coffee not to stare at the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

The woman almost wanted to smile but she remained nonchalant, staring at Mark in the eye.

"I have a boyfriend now."

Mark raised an eyebrow, his fingers lingered on her arms brushing them lightly to her notepad which he took lightly.

He removed a pen from his pocket and tapped on it lightly while looking at her with a pensive expression.

"Give me his details."

She rolled her eyes and looked at Mark with a frustrated expression.

"No, you can not send him death threats."

Mark sighed aloud, he caressed her hair a little and then smiled.

"You know I love you baby. Come back I miss you."

"Ugh!!!!" The woman suddenly got up, disgusted by his touch, she pushed him away, pinching his arm. Rushing toward the counter to leave his ass alone.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Make exclaimed looking at his arm with a bit of tears. "What's with this domestic violence, crazy woman?!"

Suddenly she turned around as if remembering some traumatic memories.

"Crazy!!?!? Are you calling me crazy??!? After all the gaslighting you did?!? After all the Bdsm experiments you tried on me?!? You are calling me crazy after I caught you in bed with my mother… my father jerking on the side crying while tied up!?? YOU ARE CRAZY!"

She took a few steps ahead and a few steps back, she gave Mark a tight slap and took the hot coffee of a woman nearby, and threw it in his face.

"Fuck you Mark, I hope you die."

[Dear Diary,

I do not usually journal but my therapist told me that I must do so to cope with this newfound trauma.

It seems Mark accidentally breathed in the hot coffee and it went inside his brain causing some overheating that then caused the brain to malfunction with electricity going crazy, axions dendrites blah blah blah Sodium nodes blah blah electrotransmitters blah.

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Now I am blind.

Result of hot coffee being thrown on my face?

Nope, I had my eyes plucked like fucking flowers.

Honestly, I am wondering if I am still in Delulu or if this is my new reality. The reason for my thinking like this is because a few moments before I began to monologue I received memories of a life I had once seen on television.

Memories of an individual known as Shisui Uchiha. Famously known as Shisui the Teleporter and most known for having the most powerful genjutsu in his arsenal Kotoamatsukami.

Along with that, I can indeed feel this mysterious energy called chakra. So I guess I really did transmigrate into Shisui Uchiha.

According to my memories… right before I possessed this body, Shisui Uchiha committed suicide and gave his remaining eye to Itachi having already had one eye stolen from Danzo.

Fortunately, I retained Shisui's memories and experience. Also, the poison in this body has been cured with my miraculous arrival and Shisui's soul has already departed I can feel it, I am the owner of this body in all sense.

I truly am amazing, aren't I?

"You should stop moving, it hasn't even been a day since I removed the poison in your body."

Huh? So it wasn't this honored one's amazingness that did some reverse curse technique?

Hmmm.

Now that I think of it my body does feel extremely weak. I touched the material I was resting on, it was indeed a little similar to a futon.

The voice of the person that healed me… it sounds like the voice of a woman. Heh. I am curious what her face looks like.

"Who are… you?"