Today,
I woke up to a rainy day,
Didn't think I would be able to skate.
Today's a great day for power-slides.
Nah, I'm just kidding. I got that from a friend who got it from what I'm guessing was a YouTube skater dude. I just don't know how to start.
I mean, I don't think I should have woke up at all.
But I did.
I don't know where I woke up, hell I don't think I'm s'posed to know anything at all.
I'm sure you're wondering why i think this. Quite simple, my little light bulbs. Well if you could take a look at my hands, you would see that they're about the size of a small infant. Of course, so is the rest of my body. Imagine how weird it would be though, if my whole body was normal sized and my hands were just all tiny! But, I digress.
There are these people, however, that are basically there waiting hand and foot for me. I know right! How cool! No.
How not.
And they're giving me formula, like baby formula, man I'm glad I never remembered it in before.
But, at least I'm not drinbridget from her boob, how peculiar would that be! Maybe if I was a guy, nah nevermind actually, it wouldn't matter if I was a guy really... But this woman is my Okaa-san.
I guess that gives you a hint as to what country I'm in, huh? Errr, wait, is Japan a country, or a state... I've never really understood that whole thing, even before. I mean, isn't Europe like the whole continent, and then Asia is the country right? Or is Europe completely unrelated, and Asia is the continent, ergo Japan is a country? I don't know...
Well! I'm just gonna say Japan, because I don't know.
Anywho, I don't really know what age I am, but I guess the most(and least for that matter) I can do is describe my parents and aniki to you.
Okaa-san has nice cherry red hair. Her eyes are a bluish gray colour. She's very moderately sized in height. About 160 cm. Which is I think 5" 3. She doesnt look to weigh much, in fact, she's pretty toned. Her red hair and great body reminds me of something I frustratingly cannot think of.
Otou-san had a surprisingly normal shade of blonde hair. It wasn't platinum like say, Ino, it was like, Ashley Tisdale blonde but a little more golden. They were quite an odd match. My father was about 167 cm, which is about 5" 6. His eyes were a warm brown. He was also very toned, I wonder if they worked out at the same gym and that's how they met.
My aniki had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes as well. He looked to be about seven years old. He was also showing signs of having excercised vigorously in the past. He was very nice, and often times talked to me. I don't know what he talked about, because I don't speak Japanese.
I haven't really looked in a mirror lately so I don't know what I look like.
Time skip; 1 year old.
So, I've looked in a mirror, and I was pretty shocked with what I saw. First of all, my ears, gone. I mean they were there, but not there. They were on my head. Yeah, I know that everyone has ears on their head but mine are like, when those girls at school with no imgination would draw whiskers on their faces and put in those clip-on cat ears on top of their head for Halloween, yeah that's where my ears were, except they were cat ears, like actual cat ears. No joke. And you know what, I checked behind me, tail. Right there above the butt. I think I'm adopted guys. Because seriously, no one in this household has this. My hair is, oddly enough, a nice lavender, which really made me think I was adopted. It went to halfway to midback. Which was pretty long for a one year old. Which probably had something to do with me being a neko. By the way, my ears and tail were silver with, oddly enough, dark gray stripes. And and, guess what! I'm super excited for this part. I decided, since we were in Japan, I could try weird stuff, since Japanese people wear super kawaii weird stuff, so I picked up a mask when we want shopping once(I adamantly refused to put it back. It was perfect too, because it was also like a bra, ended where a sports bra did, so Okaa-san let me get it, for like a training bra type thing.), just like Kakashi's, except it shows the upper half of my cheeks, started at the middle of the bridge my nose and went down in an angled way, but dark gray, like my tail, and I could get away with it forever because I'll be like, "I've been wearing this since I was one, so screw off!" My eyes are a nice cloudy gray too, like when it's about to rain in a half hour and the clouds are a darker-than-normal-but-not-it's-about-to-start-storming-like-a-bitch-in-point-five-seconds gray.
Also, I mostly wore skirts and dresses, and they were always purple and gray or silver and lavender, occasionally white.
Time skip; 2 years old.
Okay, I speak a generous amount of Japan language now(screw off, I'm weird like that.), so I can somewhat understand my brother, who is now nine. I love him. So much that my first word was Daisuke, his name. Oh? My name is Emiko, but everyone calls me Mi-chan. We live in a small little village not too far from the border of, wait for it...
Konoha, yup yup yup. Let me tell you how I found out.
Flooshbook
My Otou-san had come from work one-day where I just so happened to be awake, and let me tell you, to say that the little symbol on his hitai-ate surprised me was an understatement.
"What the actual flip?"
Fleeshbeek eever
Luckily I had said that in English so no harm done. ^_^
And yeah, that was a short flashback, but so what, all of you screw off. XD
Anyways, my okaasan's name is Emika. Sounds weird huh? I was named after her though. It means, beautiful/blessed scent/flower. My name, however, means beautiful/blessed child. Pretty cool how a one letter difference changes the meaning. I also like how a child's name in Japan, can convey what that child might be like in the future. My father's name is Carl. Just kidding, imagine though? That would be amazing. His name is actually, Daichi. Yup, my brother was named after my otousan too. I like it. But imagine if it was switched, me being named like, Daiko or something, and Daisuke being named Emi... suke? That would be horrifying and amazing at the same time.
Now, I'm sure you are all wondering why I'm taking this so nonchalantly, right? This seems too mary-sue, fanfic-y by my reaction, yeah? Well, wrong. I'm taking this lightly, because I'm obviously in a coma, duhhh! Stuff like this doesn't just happen, no matter how much we want it to.
How do I know this is all fake, you ask. Simple.
All this stuff so far, is going the exact same way a fanfic I wrote but never actually published on Wattpad not too long ago.
Obviously I didn't actually die, and now I am in a coma from a failed death.
Just you watch, I know everything that will happen in this dream, soon enough, my hair will start growing in silver.
Though, it will suck, because of all the angst I had planned but never got down to writing because I'm lazy, maybe it won't come up because I haven't written it? Although, I never thought of or wrote any minor details, just major plot points for character development, so hopefully there will be some surprises, hm?
I kinda want to stay in this coma though, it's a lot better than my not coma life.
I rather not start thinking like that now though, lest I start crying at the dinner table.
"Emiko?" Okaa-san called.
"Un, Okaa-san?" I asked.
"What's the matter, you look sad. I thought you loved rice, bebe?" She asked frowning.
"Mmm..." I frowned confusedly, i don't know how to say "I do, I'm okay" in Japanese. "Not... Crying, rice is good!" I finally replied, smiling proudly.
"No Emiko, you are not sad. Okay? Say, 'kanashi.'" My Otou-san corrected, he happened to be here that night.
"Ka-na-shi!" I said, but now that I thought about it, I actually remember that word from before, so why am I forgetting it? It's... Someone's... Name...?
Who's name...? Not their... full name... undetermined... Fuko...?
Kanashi...ko?
Who are they? No, wait, I think, who is she?
Flashes of red, blonde, pink, brunette and black flashed through my mind.
I know them! But... how do I know them?
(fifteen thousand words)