Purorōgu/Gaiyō

Prologue/Summary

Mother always told me to play nice.

In my short twenty-one years of life, my sisters have been best friends to me. I love them, both of them. They are the best things to ever happen to me. No one could ask for better siblings, because that would be abusing God's power. To them, I was annoying, bratty, and ungrateful; but they never made me feel that way. Older than me by ten years, the twins always had my back. They reproached me one time or another, but it was all pats on the back and good jobs for me.

Mother was lenient. Curfew was a minor thing. At ten, I had done things that not most ten-year-olds had done with my sisters. Ino and Temari were the apple of my eye and the sunshine of the sun.

I was loved. They were loved.

I don't know if that will change, though. The secret is out and I've just found out about it. The secret is the worst thing to ever happen to my father, Jiraiya. My mother just had to wait twenty-one years to tell me the biggest part of my life. Dad was a pervert, a debauchee, but he was my idol. They way he could string words together to give a sentence color, how he pronounced stories to me at night to give them flavor, how inspiration flowed through him like blood—was magical. Though he used his magic to feed porn to other pervs, he was a magical author. He had written me a novel when I was eleven about fantasy and to this day, it lies on my bedside table.

Jiraiya was who I thought was my father. But the secret ruined that.

My father is named Kakashi. He is owner of a farm and animals, adoptive father to Itachi, Naruto, Sasuke, Neji and biological father of Gaara, husband of Shizune, a doctor, like me.

My mother, Tsunade, just had to wait until my fath—excuse me, Jiraiya—died to tell me this.

For the summer, I now live in my father's farm, with five brothers and no sisters. Kami help me.