Turning Over A New Page

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Cynthia heard her mother ask. She was currently just looking at her and thinking, making the woman a little concerned for her daughter's out of character actions.

"I am, mom. Just, really good to be here," she answered, a reassuring smile on her face. Amy got in and had to ruin the moment by nudging her on her sides using her thumbs, making her jump up involuntarily.

"Morning, dumb dumb," she greeted her while Cynthia just glared at her.

"Girls, I expect you to behave!" their mother admonished both of them.

"But she started it first!" Cynthia complained. "I could smell her morning breath all the way from the stairs! That should come as sense assault, right?" Their mother had to hide a snicker that wanted to escape her mouth right then while Amy quickly took a breath test by breathing into her open palm and smelling it.

"Be nice to each other," their mother said before walking out. Amy glared at Cynthia and started to munch on her cereals angrily, which Cynthia associated to a chipmunk stuffing its face with acorns! The doorbell rang and before Cynthia could think of getting it, Amy bolted and opened it in one breath.

"Lucy, Bertha, get in," she said enthusiastically.

'Bertha? What kind of shitty parents name their kid Bertha?' Cynthia asked herself and went to examine these new friends of Amy. Her sister led two teenage girls, twins it appeared, into the living room, talking excitedly. 'Now I know who among them their parents love the most.'

"Hey, Amy, can I join you?" she asked. Amy and her friends turned to look at her

"Join us? Why would you think about joining us?" she asked her.

"You know...because I'm bored," Cynthia answered with a smile.

"I'm sorry but this is an adult kind of hang type. Get your baby gap fashion to your room!" Amy admonished her.

"What's wrong with an onesie as a pajama. Dad says I look like a cute baby dragon," Cynthia said as she looked at herself before an electric shock hit her. 'Oh my God! Am I fucking retarded! I'm acting like a real twelve year old!'

"Hello, baby gap just called. They want their fashion back!" Amy continued on, making her friends roar in laughter.

"You look ridiculous. I wouldn't even let our eight year old brother wear that," one of the sisters said in adminst laughter. Suddenly, Amy was turned cold and looked at them.

"What did you just say to my sister?" she asked, icily. The two looked taken back by the fast change of tone.

"You know, because of the onesie..."

"First, my sister is an adorable twelve year old with an amazing sense of fashion! Second, nobody talks to my sister like that!" Amy coldly said.

"But, you are the one..."

"Get out of my house!" Amy growled. Before the two sisters could protest, she physically pushed them out and slammed the door behind them. She huffed as she went to her room.

"Thanks," Cynthia managed to say before she closed and locked the door to her room.

'Huh, who knew?' Cynthia was amused by her sister's actions before she looked at her onesie. 'It might actually work.'

"Alright everybody, settle down," Cynthia shouted to all her clones that simmered down. Match was with them too. "Alright, we have all gathered to talk about the way forward! It has come to my attention that we might be loose canons in the streets of Los Angeles!"

"As we should be! Evil should be dealt with with evil!" a clone overzealously shouted and other shouted back.

"I know, I know! But, we do not a code of conduct," another clone said back. "If we don't have none then we might as well be rabid dogs."

"I thought our code of conduct was kill every evil doer insight till LA is safe for our family to even camp on the middle of a street without fear," a clone said.

"Yes, that might have been our code before but new things have come to light. What Superboy told the original is an eye opener! We are humans! No matter how far out powers bring us, which might be omnipotence, we should maintain ourselves humans till then. So, in this crime fighting business, we must have a code of doing things, more like guidelines," another clone said. There was silence for a few seconds as they were all thinking.

"I've got it! Three rules for us to follow!" a clone excitedly shouted.

"Let's hear them," Cynthia said.

"Okay, okay! First rule, we should not put the public in danger by fighting superhuman beings in the city," the clone said. All the other nodded in agreement. Superhuman fights can be very messy and public property is damaged everytime it happens.

"Second rule, we should punish the criminals we find with the appropriate punishment. We cannot kill a pickpocket and then do the same to a serial killer. We will soon lose sight of the gravity of each crimes and we might kill a kid for stealing paper towels with that rate!"

"A good suggestion, every crime with its own punishment. For that, we need to use our genjutsu often and see into their minds what they were going to do. That way, we do not give a serial killer the punishment of a thief because we caught him stealing a few things from his or her target!" Cynthia suggested and everyone nodded.

"Alright, third rule is that no vigilante or hero is allowed to interfere with our city without our permission. We will be dangerously territorial with Los Angeles the same way Batman is with Gotham,"

"A good suggestion. Too many cooks spoil the broth. If Los Angeles is only protected by me, the people will know what to expect in every crime. If another player comes in, he will upset the balance. Does anyone suggest what we do when that happens?" Cynthia asked.

"Beat them like a dog!" almost every clone shouted. Cynthia nodded in agreement.

'I'm the captain of this ship,' she thought, a little too excitedly.

"Alright, with these reforms, we need to ditch the Helmet Killer moniker and adopt a new one," Cynthia stated.

"What's wrong with that name?" a clone complained.

"Too serial killerly. Our new look will totally rock your brains," Cynthia said before she used Creation Of All Things Technique to make a onesie bear costume that completely covered her entire face. Everyone including Match was stunned by this.

"A onesie?" someone managed to say.

"Not just any kind of onesie, a bear onesie. It's made with materials that make it completely friction resistant, waterproof, fireproof, can withstand damage from large calibre weapons and..."

"We refuse!" all the clones shouted together, making Cynthia go to the corner and start drawing circles.

"So mean. You guys are mean!" she sniffled.

"The original will be exempted from the new costume meeting," a clone said and they all nodded. Match was amused by the way things were going. He knew that all of Cynthia's clones were capable of thinking on their own while remaining loyal to the original, but seeing how they acted was quite entertaining. He watched in amusement as the original Cynthia gained a resolute look on her face and sneaked off while the clones were busy coming up with 'dope, ass kicking, pussy wetting costume' as they called it.

'Stupid clones, thinking they can dictate which costume to wear!' Cynthia thought as she looked down at Los Angeles from a rooftop. She was wearing the bear onesie which fit her nicely. It did not show her body shape for it was meant to look like an armor more than anything. That's why when anyone sees her tanking RPGs with no grunts, they will associate that with the suit.

'I can't believe they think this kind of suit is not good. I'm a fluffy bear, attacking when provoked, docile when left alone!' she thought, aggrieved. Her bear eyes twitched suddenly as a bank alarm reached her ears.

"Finally, some action. Here comes the Kuma Kuma hero, reformed former Helmet Killer vigilante," she shouted before she jumped of the roof.

Before she reached halfway down the building, she suddenly jumped, leaving behind a shockwave, heading towards the bank. With every jump, a paw shaped shockwave was produced from the bottom of her feet, propelling her forward.

"There it is," she reached the bank, just in time to see four masked men entering an armored vehicle. "Time for a superhero landing." She did a backflip and then descended, landing with a bang, a posing a perfect superhero landing. The armored vehicle accelerated, ready to mow her down only for her to growl like a bear and smashing the car with her palm. The entire car calm to a screeching, instant stop, the force breaking all windows. The men inside were jerked forward, only stopping when they hit a apart of the car. She dragged all four of them out of the wreckage and laid them on the ground.

"Time to see their sins," Cynthia said before her beady bear costume eyes turned to Mangekyou Sharangin shape. Using a the innate ocular powers of this form to amplify genjutsu, she got into their minds and saw what they were going to do with the money.

'First heist, no victims, lucky bastards,' she said and was about to leave when a news crew suddenly jumped in, a male reporter shoving a microphone to her face.

"This is Buck Buchinon reporting in Los Angeles downtown where a bear costumed vigilante just stopped a crime from happening. Sir, do you have something to say?" the reporter asked.

"I do not," she said and was about to walk away when a thought hit her face. 'I bet they will all dispell from frustration, let's see how they will react.' She turned and took the microphone.

"Actually, yes, I do. People of Los Angeles, you have been living in trepidation for the past month. Fear of the vigilante called Helmet Killer. I have to tell you that I personally made sure she is not a threat to all you anymore. This morning, people close to me said that I cannot be a hero with this kind of suit. So, I tell them, how do you like me now? Let them all know my name, I am the Kuma Kuma hero!"

"Motherfucker!" a clone cursed before they all dispelled with clouds of smoke just out of frustration. They had even come with an amazing hero suit which they were about to make when Match showed them the news.

"No matter how they are, they are still Cynthia!" Match said with a smile on her face. "Only she knows how to push her own buttons."