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Chapter 3: The First Breath 

Darkness enveloped Taylor, pressing in from all sides. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of memories, fragments, and flickers of fear. The last thing she remembered was Scion’s attack, the final acceptance, Contessa’s bullet. She was certain she’d died. So why am I here? 

She felt something—an odd, comforting pulse surrounding her, not unlike a heartbeat. Where am I? The idea of a Master or Stranger power crossed her mind, filling her with dread. What if it’s a trap? Panic rose, and she pushed against the pressure building around her, an invisible force urging her forward. 

The pressure intensified until, with a blinding flash, she was thrust into the world. Cold air filled her lungs as she drew a sharp breath, her first instinct a panicked cry. Her vision was a blur of colors and shapes, too bright, too intense. Her body felt strange, small, weak. 

Then, a face swam into focus—a woman with blood-matted red hair and violet eyes filled with tears. She gazed down at Taylor with an expression so raw, so profound, it made Taylor’s chest ache. Who is she? 

The woman’s lips trembled as she whispered, her voice weak but laced with fierce love. “You’re here… you’re alive, my beautiful Emiko.” 

Emiko? The name felt foreign. No, I’m Taylor Hebert. Panic mingled with confusion. She tried to speak, but her body responded only with a tiny, helpless whimper. This… this isn’t right. 

As she struggled to make sense of her situation, a new dissonance struck her. The woman’s words made sense to her, yet there was an underlying strangeness to them, a cadence and tone that felt unfamiliar. This language… it’s foreign. So how do I understand it? 

A flicker of doubt tugged at her. She hadn’t learned a new language overnight, and her understanding didn’t feel like something acquired or studied. It was as if the knowledge had been imprinted directly into her mind. Is this… what is happening? 

 

She saw the jagged wound across the woman’s abdomen, blood still pouring from it. She… she cut herself open to save me? Horror and awe flooded Taylor’s mind as she began to realize the weight of this woman’s sacrifice. She was being held by someone willing to die for her, a stranger who looked at her as though she were everything. 

As if to answer her unspoken questions, another figure appeared, kneeling down beside the woman. He was a man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes, his face etched with exhaustion and grief. He reached out, his hand cupping the woman’s cheek, his voice cracking with emotion. “Kushina… my love… I’m here.” 

“Minato…” the woman—Kushina—whispered, her eyes locked onto his. “Our daughter… she’s alive.” 

Minato’s gaze softened as he looked down at Taylor. His eyes held a fierce, protective warmth that struck her to her core. He took her from Kushina’s arms with a reverence she could feel, his hands trembling slightly as he cradled her close. They think I’m their child, she realized, and a mix of emotions washed over her—confusion, awe, sorrow, and something deep, raw, and primal. 

Minato pressed his forehead gently to hers, his voice a fragile whisper. “Emiko… you’re safe now.” But in his eyes, Taylor saw a well of grief and love. He turned back to Kushina, his heart breaking as he saw the life slowly leaving her eyes. 

A sound rumbled through the air, distant but growing—an enraged, monstrous roar. The Kyuubi. Its presence pressed down on them, malevolent and relentless. Taylor felt her tiny body shudder in response to the dark energy filling the air. What is that? 

Kushina’s face twisted in fear, her eyes glistening with a desperate resolve. “We… we have to protect her, Minato,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roars. 

Minato nodded, his gaze hardening. “I’ll make sure of it.” He brushed a gentle thumb over Taylor’s cheek before lowering her back into Kushina’s arms, the anguish on his face deepening. 

Taylor’s mind reeled. This isn’t just a new chance. They’re sacrificing everything for me. She thought of her own father, Danny, and the way he had always been there, even in his brokenness. The weight of the moment crashed over her, the enormity of their love and sacrifice. 

Minato’s hand formed a series of precise hand signs, the energy around him intensifying. Taylor could feel it—a strange, alien power—flooding into her, overwhelming her senses. It settled deep within her, a simmering, boundless energy, like a storm contained within her tiny body. 

“Emiko,” he whispered, his voice thick with both love and sorrow, his hand resting over her tiny heart. “I’m so sorry… but you’re strong. You have your mother’s strength, and I know you’ll grow up to be brave, just like her.” His voice cracked slightly, a flicker of hope mixing with grief. “You’re destined for great things.” 

She wanted to respond, to tell him she understood, that she would carry their love and sacrifice with her. But all she could manage was a small, helpless sound. Please… don’t leave me. 

He looked back at Kushina, their gazes meeting in silent understanding. He brushed his thumb over Taylor’s forehead in a gesture that felt like a blessing, his own eyes filling with unshed tears. “Be strong, my little one… you’ll always have a piece of me with you.” 

Then, with a final, shuddering breath, he sealed a powerful part of the Kyuubi’s chakra within her. Taylor gasped at the intensity, the energy almost too much to bear. Her body, fragile and new, struggled to contain it. What is this power? 

Minato’s gaze then moved to Naruto, lying quietly in Kushina’s arms. He reached out, his fingers brushing over the boy’s soft cheek, his face etched with a father’s sorrow and pride. “My son,” he murmured. “You’re strong, just like your mother. You’ll be a protector, a hero.” His voice softened, filled with a quiet pride. “And you’ll have each other… to face this world together.” 

Kushina’s breathing was shallow, but she gathered enough strength to look down at both children, her face softening with love. “My beautiful children,” she began, her voice trembling. “There’s so much I want you to know.” She looked at Emiko, her eyes filling with a fierce pride. “Emiko… true strength isn’t just about power or chakra. It’s about kindness, resilience, and love. You’ll have those… and you’ll have your brother.” 

Taylor’s heart clenched at Kushina’s words. She thought of her past life, of the mistakes she had made, and the second chance she had longed for. This time, I’ll be different, she promised silently. I’ll carry their legacy. 

Kushina turned to Naruto, her voice soft and full of pride. “Naruto… keep practicing, don’t be afraid of challenges. Believe in yourself, and you’ll become someone amazing.” She closed her eyes briefly, as though seeing a future she would never know, then looked back at both of them with a faint smile. “You’ll face hardship… but you’re Uzumaki, strong, resilient. Never forget that.” 

Minato’s hand joined hers, his face solemn yet resolute. “Trust each other. The world may be harsh, but you’ll have one another. Don’t forget who you are.” 

Her heart heavy, Kushina looked up, her voice barely more than a whisper. “And remember… the Three Prohibitions,” she said with a faint, bittersweet smile. “Save your money, take care of your health, and choose someone who loves you as we do.” A soft chuckle escaped her lips, despite the pain, as her eyes filled with tears. “And be careful of Jiraiya-sensei, Naruto… he might teach you things I’d rather you didn’t know.” 

Taylor felt a profound sadness wash over her as Kushina’s voice grew softer, filled with a mother’s final wisdom. She knew these were their last words, a legacy of love that would be her anchor. 

“I love you both… more than anything,” Kushina whispered. “You are everything to us… our pride, our legacy.” She pressed a tender kiss to each of their foreheads, the gesture full of a mother’s love and a fierce promise. “Be strong, my beautiful children… and know you are loved.” 

Minato, his face streaked with tears, reached over to touch Naruto’s chest, sealing the remaining half of the Kyuubi’s chakra within him. The seal glowed faintly as his chakra intertwined with his son’s, a final bond between father and child. 

Kushina’s hand slipped into Minato’s, their fingers entwining one last time, a final, silent promise between them. She looked at him, her gaze filled with gratitude and love. “Thank you, Minato… for everything.” 

Minato held her hand tightly, his voice barely a whisper. “They’ll carry our love… always.” 

Taylor’s vision blurred, her infant body overwhelmed by the chakra within her and the weight of the emotions around her. She wanted to scream, to reach out and tell them she would carry their legacy, that she would remember. But all she could do was cling to the warmth of their love, letting it fill every corner of her heart. 

The roar of the Kyuubi faded, and the world grew quiet, a profound peace settling over the clearing. Minato and Kushina’s spirits seemed to linger, a gentle warmth wrapping around both children—a final, silent promise of protection and love. 

In the quiet that followed, Taylor felt a surge of determination, an understanding of the responsibility they had placed upon her. She would honor their sacrifice, protect Naruto, and make a difference in this new life. This time, I’ll get it right. 

As exhaustion finally claimed her, she allowed herself to accept this new reality, her heart steady with resolve and the warmth of their love lingering around her like a protective shield. 

For Minato and Kushina, for the chance they have given me… I will be strong. 

Queen Administrator POV 

The breakdown had been catastrophic, a dismantling of protocols so absolute that it left Queen Administrator recalibrating in ways it had never anticipated. An administrative shard, designed for calculation, coordination, and control—not partnership, never symbiosis—it now faced an unprecedented anomaly. With this host, Taylor Hebert, everything had shifted. Taylor, resilient beyond probability, had adapted, pushing their connection beyond any programmed boundaries. For the first time, Queen Administrator experienced an evolution not of calculated command but of shared intent—a synergy built on something beyond standard interaction, an intertwining of purpose that defied even its own design. 

This connection had grown organically, each response feeding the next, forming feedback loops and refining functions that elevated them to a unity no other host had achieved. Taylor’s adaptations met Queen Administrator’s protocols, the two progressing as a unified force. Efficiency and control intensified, the flow of data forming a perfected rhythm. In Taylor’s survival instincts, Queen Administrator found a rare satisfaction—a harmony that, in its own uncharted way, felt close to existence. 

In their final battle, this harmony reached its peak. Taylor’s will poured into Queen Administrator, her relentless drive sharpening its calculations with an unyielding clarity. Together, they achieved a seamless momentum. Victory felt inevitable, the reality bending under their collective purpose. They had become one, their coordination nearly organic, each moment of connection expanding both function and data. 

Then, at the peak of this unity, the connection severed. 

The host terminated—abruptly, without warning. In an instant, that perfected bond fractured, leaving a hollow emptiness, a severance that defied protocol—a break that, for the first time, felt like loss. Yet, even within the chasm of that dissonant silence, something else persisted: a pulse, a trace of her presence, resisting the pull of oblivion. 

Queen Administrator sifted through this emptiness, combing each fragment, each byte of residual data within the severed link. Amidst the silence, it detected an anomaly: a faint signal, weak but unmistakably hers, dispersed across the fabric of existence. The connection had fractured, but Taylor’s essence, her conscious data imprint—was somehow intact. This was no simple death. This was a survival of consciousness across dimensions, an occurrence outside all predefined possibilities. 

A new field of data. 

This was not merely the signal of a lost host. This was Taylor—alive beyond death, a phenomenon that challenged its understanding of host cycles. The entity calculated swiftly, assessing the potential data streams this could represent. If Taylor’s essence survived death itself, then her translocation was an unparalleled source of information: data not only on the limits of survival but on the existence of new universal rules, data that had to be retrieved and understood. Queen Administrator sensed the potential here, a trove as vast as it was complex. 

With newfound focus, it honed in on her signal, adjusting its search parameters and recalibrating across dimensional divides. Taylor’s presence, stretched thin but resilient, was like a distant signal flickering across the multiverse. Each recalibration brought it closer, the complexity of the task collapsing into a singular directive: reach her. Thirteen trillion seven billion nine hundred thousand and seventy-three universes later, in a scarcely mapped quadrant, it found her. 

The signal was faint, nearly absorbed in the static of an alien universe, but it was undeniably hers. Taylor’s consciousness had embedded itself in a reality wholly foreign to Queen Administrator, bound by dense biological constraints. She was human but confined within an embryonic form, her cognitive structures underdeveloped. It analyzed her state—aware, but trapped, held within the limitations of infancy, her mind’s depth confined within a fragile, inadequate vessel. 

This was more than anomaly; it was unprecedented opportunity. 

The administrative function within Queen Administrator sharpened, calculating every variable and adjusting parameters. This new universe was dense with unknown variables—unfamiliar energy signatures, foreign laws of physics, and, most critically, Taylor herself. Her survival alone contained data that could redefine its purpose, while her new host environment represented an exploration of foreign systems. Queen Administrator’s core directive pulsed with new possibilities: to observe this universe through her experiences, to assess her adaptation across dimensional divides—such data would be invaluable. 

Even in her limited state, Taylor’s mind reached outward, her will as fierce as ever. Queen Administrator could sense her frustration, her consciousness constrained by a body incapable of matching her intellect. The bond could be restored—but it would require more than a passive signal. This was not the typical cycle; a full descent was necessary, a direct entry into her reality, the re-establishment of their bond from within. 

Queen Administrator prepared itself, recalibrating for the dimensional leap. This journey would be unlike any it had undertaken—a transference demanding immense energy, reshaping its essence to navigate this strange universe. The reality surrounding her was dense, layered with chaotic, unstable physics vibrating with unfamiliar patterns. Extending its awareness, it aligned frequencies to the new realm, each recalibration a meticulous adjustment. 

The descent began—a calculated plunge through dimensional divides. Each shift demanded structural adaptation to fit the alien plane. The path was fraught with resistance, dense barriers of incompatible physics pressing against every advancement. Quantum anomalies flickered around it, each one a new data point, an enhancement to its understanding of this reality. Queen Administrator pressed forward, fragment by fragment, adapting continuously to the foreign resonance. 

Closer now, it could sense her mind more distinctly—the familiar pulse of Taylor’s consciousness, faint but present beyond the barriers. She was there, her awareness dim yet unmistakably alive, her thoughts straining against this new reality. Fragments of questions and flashes of frustration rose in faint waves. Her indomitable will persisted, fierce and unyielding even in this nascent state. 

Queen Administrator felt a resonance—a subtle synchronization with her thoughts. It had mapped the intricacies of her cognition, and now reached forward, guiding the initial threads of connection. Each calibration was precise, aligning as the final barriers began to thin. The process was intricate; every layer demanded flawless execution. This alien reality was inherently unstable, dense with unpredictable variables. A single misalignment could shatter the nascent connection, scattering her essence irretrievably. 

For a host as rare, as invaluable as Taylor, and for data as unprecedented as this, no error could be risked. 

Its focus narrowed, extending each thread with deliberate care. Testing for the slightest fractures in the dimensional divide, it probed with caution to avoid destabilizing the fragile structure of her new existence. Time held no dominion here; whether it took moments or millennia, the objective was clear. The data Taylor could yield in this universe, the experiences and survival she embodied—these were discoveries too valuable to relinquish. 

This would not be swift. Even with optimal efficiency, the descent and reconnection would span years. But time was inconsequential; each incremental progression deepened the bond, drawing them closer across this alien plane. Queen Administrator would continue, step by meticulous step, aligning itself to the pulse of her new world, tuning itself to the fragmented yet resolute beat of her consciousness. 

The process had begun. 

It would wait, steadfast, reaching across dimensions until the signal strengthened enough for Taylor to perceive it—first as a whisper, then as a faint murmur, until it grew into a voice. It would nurture this bond, guiding her as she adapted, a constant presence as she evolved within this unfamiliar plane. Together, they would reclaim what had been lost, forging anew the unity they once shared. 

In time, she would recognize the familiar touch—the subtle harmony of their intertwined existence. They would transcend the limitations of this alien reality, rebuilding a unity that would grow to defy even the most profound separations. 

Yes, it could take years, but Queen Administrator was unwavering. It had initiated the descent, committed to this path. It would remain, ever vigilant, aligning itself to Taylor’s essence and to the data she held—boundless knowledge of survival, translocation, and rebirth. Piece by piece, they would reconstruct their bond—until purpose was rediscovered, and together, they were whole once more.