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I knew I had died. I just didn't die properly. All I remembered was walking into the bank before becoming some guy's hostage. I think he might have shot me in the back of the head, that explained why my memories were a jumbled mess. That didn't, however, explain where I was now.

I knew I was in a tight cavern like place, the walls were very soft and I couldn't open my eyes. I could kick and punch still but my absolutely perfect control over my body was gone. In hind sight I should have noticed the pull at my belly button or the cord my feet on occasion would get tangled in, or the sound of a beating heart that kept me company day in and day out.

I could hear the soft murmurings of a female voice often accompanied by a slightly lower one that would vibrate my new little prison. I often heard two other voices as well, one was male and the other was a harder female than the originally female voice.

When I finally came to the realization of where exactly I was my tiny little world had begun to change.

I felt the pulsations in the walls around me, I knew what they were now. My mother was going through contractions. Or at least I hoped they were contractions I don't think I wanted to know if she was just having ruff sex to the point it was jostling me. That would be creepy.

I felt a very painful squeezing around me. It hurt. Badly. I couldn't breath anymore and just silently prayed to which ever god there was out there that I made it out alive. I still don't understand why I wanted to live, didn't I use to take suicide missions and push my luck with dealing with all those serial killers on a daily basis?

Anyways I came out wailing. Now you must know I understood I was a baby. I knew that with out a doubt when my body wasn't answering my every command and I couldn't see much past several blurs. I could feel giant hands passing me along and a wet material washing me off. I don't think they ever put me back into my tired mothers arms. They might have though. I think I passed out a little after they were done cleaning me up.

I woke up shortly after I think. Not being able to see anything really made it hard to judge how fast time went by. I was held in some ones arms gently like I was made of porcelain and they were afraid they would brake me. I tried to see whom it was but all I could make out was a very dark blur. I heard the cooing and automatically knew that this was my new father.

"Isn't she pretty?" I heard a very tired and strained woman's voice speak to the man holding me. I knew she was speaking in Japanese but I could understand her pretty well. I think at one point in my past life I had studied Japanese but my memory of that life was slightly stunted. "My little Sora and her daddy." For a new name Sora wasn't all that bad. That and I knew I was still female.

"She's amazing, Shiima." My new daddy whispered in slight awe. Or it could have been reserved sadness I couldn't be too sure.

"Take care of her for me, Danzo." I could hear Shiima's breathing become extremely labored. I was loosing my new mother.

"I will. I promise, Hime." Danzo whispered over my own strangling cries. I felt extra droplets of water hit my face. He knew I'd be motherless than too. It wasn't just me who was hurting. "Shhh, Sora-chan." He whispered and lightly bounced me up and down to try and calm me down. At that time I couldn't hear Shiima's breathing anymore. I hiccuped and screamed long and loud. I had just gotten here and now I was motherless with a father that went by the name of Danzo.

For some reason that name triggered some type of memory, it was fuzzy but it looked like a t.v. show of some sort. I didn't see any other real detail besides that when I noticed my new father was walking away from Shiima. His own soft sobs tangled with my louder ones started to calm me down. I don't remember why all I knew was that I needed to make him happy. I hiccuped again and stopped crying.

I didn't really have all the energy to make him happy, I was just a new born. I simply let him bury his face into my shoulder and cry.

Eventually I had fallen asleep, when I woke up afterwards Danzo was trying to get me to eat. "Come on Ojou-chan." He cooed trying to get the bottle tip into my mouth. I couldn't really help him much, my body wasn't fully under my control. I still couldn't see him either, I could however see his big hand holding the bottle. The tip was pressed against the corner of my mouth again. I opened my mouth and let him put the bottle where it needed to be.

The formula wasn't all that bad. It wasn't all that good either. It was my new substance now so I would have to put up with it. Daddy kept cooing at me as I drank the whole bottle. I don't think I had ever had this much attention from a single parent in my other world but I wasn't exactly sure, I couldn't remember my whole life, like my old name, my old birth date, my parents name, I didn't even know if I had siblings or not.

After he burped me and I spit up all over his shoulder, I think I should have felt bad if I wasn't so tired. I fell asleep again after he had used a burp rag to wipe the puke off of my face.

I woke up again with the most uncomfortable feeling in the world, naturally I tried to get it across to my new father that I had a very full dipper. I cried, loudly. I think I panicked daddy. He was all fumble fingers and all while all my sense of dignity was shot out the window as he wiped my own bottom. I cried through that experience as well. I knew he was panicking when he kept calling my name or calling me Ojou-chan trying to get me to calm down. I cried myself back to sleep after he had finally gotten a new dipper on me.

My daddy probably didn't get enough sleep because of me. I cried almost every time I woke up, either from a full dipper or my stomach rumbling. I don't know how long it had been just me and daddy but today Daddy and I had visitors. I still couldn't see too well but the dark blur that was my daddy was starting to come into focus slightly. Now he was a slightly tanned blur with a brown blur on top of his head.

The visitors were the other man and woman's voice I could hear in my mothers womb. Daddy had greeted them by name. Hiruzen and Biwako. Those names hit a cord with me too but I couldn't remember exactly why they rang bells in my head. I think I behaved like a regular baby with the way Biwako kept cooing at me and proclaiming me to be the sweetest baby in the entire world. I think I only earned that title because the little baby they had brought with them-Asuma-chan- was a screamer. No seriously he was one of the loudest babies I have ever heard in my entire life-lives.

I at one point started to cry because he just wouldn't be quiet that daddy had picked me up. I always felt bad when daddy would pick me up from my crying fits, I automatically stopped crying. He was warm and I was sleepy. I missed when Hiruzen and Biwako left with little Asuma-chan.

Daddy was pretty. That was my first thought when I could finally see him. Even if half his face was covered in bandages when I finally got to see his face. He had very dark full eyelashes and an x shaped scar on his chin. He was getting on in years and had the beginnings of wrinkles to show for it. I don't think he smiled a lot when he was younger, he didn't really have the laugh lines or the crows feet starting to form. Even though I knew he was supposed to be a serious man, he always smiled for me. He'd make faces at me to get me to laugh.

Biwako and Asuma-chan visited me often. Actually I think she was my babysitter when Daddy was busy. At this time I think I was close to three months old. I wasn't very sure though, for all I knew I could have been a month old. Anyways I had been trying for the past week, after I learned I could hold up my own head on my own, to either sit up or roll over. I had yet to be able to either but I was determined and so when Biwako set both me and Asuma-chan on the floor I began to squirm.

I had learned how to roll over that day. Holy hell if I had known how much of a big deal it was to Biwako I would never have tried to roll over anywhere near her. Daddy was proud of me and by then I realized that I was only two months old. Whoops. I was progressing way too quickly for a baby my age but daddy didn't seem to mind. In fact I don't think I had ever heard him sing that much praise to his baby girl ever. I was like his feathers and he was a peacock. They loved showing off.

I had finally been able to sit up on my own about a month later. This time I didn't do it around Biwako. Daddy nearly had a heart attack when he left me on the floor for a few minutes to make me a bottle and came back to see me sitting up on my own. He thought I was going to fall on several occasions. I didn't.

During this time I had very rarely seen Hiruzen, Biwako kept telling me how much he missed me but he had other fish to fry...my words not hers. I think I had known that Hiruzen was a very important person before that though. For some reason every time I saw them I'd get a flash of understanding that they played a big role in my new life. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why but I kept trying.

For some reason I knew that Daddy was acting 'out of character' I couldn't exactly explain it but I knew his face pulling and happy attitude was not normal for the man. Then again when he cried over loosing Shiima was again nothing he would normally do. I still didn't know anything more than a gut feeling that this wasn't normal.

I had begun to crawl or well scoot at four months. I wasn't exactly sure if Daddy was happy about that. He seemed happy but a lot of the times he just seemed extremely tired. I don't think he liked 'chasing' after me to make sure I didn't hurt myself. I still couldn't verbally communicate with him yet. My vocal cords and tongue coordination weren't ready for it yet. Doesn't mean I didn't still try. Some times daddy would sit me on his lap and I'd tell him stories, or he would read to me on other occasions.

I didn't see daddy very much anymore. He was there when I did finally learn how to crawl properly at five months, he wasn't always there when I began teething when I was six months. Asuma-chan had already started the process and was crawling around at the same time I learned to crawl. I had learned that he was a month older than me. That and he liked to chew on my black hair. A lot. It was actually kind of disturbing how much that child loved my hair. If it wasn't in his mouth it was tangled around his chubby hands. I couldn't particularly be annoyed at the baby though. He was just too cute.

I think I started to realize that this place was different, a lot different from my old world when I was teething on rubber throwing knifes and I think they were called shuriken. That and my veins had started to itch around the same time. I cried a lot those three months. Everything either hurt or itched and Asuma-chan wasn't help too much either.

By the time I was eight months I had started to try and stand, Asuma-chan had begun experimenting with walking as well. I pretended it was just a serious case of monkey see monkey do. When I was nine months I had finally been able to tottle around on my own. I didn't exactly walk properly but it was better than what Asuma-chan could have done at nine months. Daddy had missed my first steps but he did however celebrate with ice cream that he probably shouldn't have been feeding me. Then again Biwako had moved me onto a diet of solid foods after she was done with me spitting out all the baby food she tried feeding me.

At ten months I finally figured out how to say words. I couldn't however string proper sentences together. I think my daddy preened when I had walked up to him and called him daddy for the first time. Biwako and Hiruzen were laughing in the back ground at how proud Daddy had looked. Asuma-chan chose that moment to pull my hair though. I didn't remember when he had walked over to me to pull on my now chin length black hair. My hair grew at an astounding rate, even Biwako seemed slightly bewildered with how long my hair had gotten after only being ten months old.

Asuma-chan and I babbled more than spoke. I think I just did it for the pure amusement of seeing how mad Biwako would get when I only reserved my words for Daddy. Even Asuma-chan began to just speak to his daddy and babbled for his mommy. It was actually really funny to see Biwako get frustrated with us. That was until she had finally had it with us about a week before Asuma-chan's first birthday.

"All they ever do is babble and make stupid sounds around me! They speak around you two!" Biwako shouted at my daddy and Asuma-chan's daddy in the other room.

Asuma-chan and I giggled at this. He had taken up playing with my hair, more often than not it would end up in a huge knot that Biwako would sit me on her lap to brush out. Right now he had his chubby fingers curled around my shoulder length black hair. I still didn't know exactly how I looked now.

"I won't babysit them tomorrow!" Biwako roared. "Just take them to work with you! They like you both better anyways!" That made me feel bad, I didn't giggle with Asuma-chan that time. Biwako sounded close to tears.

The next day daddy had woken me up bright and early and gotten me dressed. I fell back to sleep against his shoulder though when he picked me up to walk to work. I should have been at least mildly prepared for everything that happened to me, but waking up and seeing/feeling like I was flying which was just daddy jumping from roof to roof still sent me into panic mode.

That's when I remembered everything. Well almost everything. The man holding me protectively was an antagonist in an anime. He was best friends with the Hokage and Asuma-chan was Asuma Sarutobi. I was in a freaking anime. Or well I think it was an anime, who knows if it was actually the manga world instead. Even with all the information that suddenly bombarded my brain didn't make me hate my daddy at all. I had known with a gut feeling that he wasn't always so cheerful and some how I knew Biwako was going to have a tragic ending. Actually I knew her whole family were going to have a tragic ending. I did however question the thought of Asuma's older brothers. Didn't he have two?

He did, they were just always in the academy that I never ended up meeting them.

On Asuma's birthday I met them. They weren't mentioned much in the episodes I had watched or in the 'chapters' I had read. One was Kato the other was Shii. Named after my late mother. Shii was the younger of the two and apparently fell in love with my eyes. I didn't know why because I still had yet to see what color they were, Kato on the other had didn't like me very much and spent all his time doting on Asuma. That was fine with me because I don't think I liked him much either.

On my birthday I had not wanted to come out of my room. Daddy had let Biwako dress me in this overly pink and sparkly kimono with a bright pink hair bow to match. I had locked her out of my room and screamed until Daddy finally let me wear my black three fourths pants and the dark green hoodie. Asuma, Kato, and Shii were waiting for me when I got down stairs. I had to kick up another tantrum to get out of wearing those weird shoes.

By the time we had gotten out of the house my daddy looked irritated. Actually every one except Asuma and Shii were irritated, that included me. I did not want a stupid birthday party and I made that very clear all month long. They still got me cake, Shii had gotten me a little bracelet that was too big to fit around my wrist so I wore it as an anklet. Asuma had gotten me a hair flower that he personally put into my hair, yanking it in the process. By now I was used to his tugging that I didn't even wince when that happened. I didn't expect anything from Kato but he got me glitter, which I didn't see any use of. Biwako had gotten me a new wardrobe with Daddies money that was all taken back the next day for clothes that weren't so glittery and pink.

Hiruzen didn't show up the entire day, Biwako had told me how sorry he was but he was stuck at a meeting. Later Daddy had been summoned to his side leaving me with the boys and Biwako. It wasn't all that bad when she had finally let me go play in the river with the boys. Kato had 'accidentally' tried to drown me so I shoved mud down his pants. He didn't bother me much after that.

Daddy and Hiruzen were getting steadily pulled away from our families so much so that Biwako had taken to having me sleep over. When Kato was home Asuma would be with him and leaving my hair alone. When Shii was home he insisted that I be his baby sister that he could tote around everywhere. I didn't mind so much though, at least he wasn't pulling my hair. I had known that Daddy and Hiruzen were trying to put an end to the second shinobi war. I didn't fret about them so much any more.

The day before Asuma's second birthday was when Shii had finally let me see a mirror. I didn't essentially know how to react to the black and gray eyes staring back at me. I was told that my mother had the same eyes. I think I had made a bigger deal about it than I should have because Daddy was unusually withdrawn that night.

"Sora-chan." I looked up from my tower of blocks.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Come here for a moment." I got up and climbed into his lap. He pulled out a picture frame. "This was you and your mother the day you were born." He set the picture on my lap. There was a woman who looked almost exactly like me with a bundle in her arms. Black tuffs of hair poked out around the sleeping baby face that I knew was me. She was breath taking with her mismatched eyes, she looked like she was glowing even if she had sweat running down her brow. She looked so tired and proud that it was hard for me not to cry. I touched the picture gently with my chubby fingers.

"Mama?" I asked quietly and looked up at daddies face. He gave me a gentle smile and kissed my forehead.

"Yes, Sora-chan."

The rest of the night Daddy had told me stories about Shiima. About her prowess and how they had met. It was kind of heart breaking really.

I ended up sleeping through Asuma's birthday.

Well how did I do? I have already put up that yes I know they are out of character. I'm doing that on purpose, uh duh!

Any ways I do not own Naruto, I do however own Sora.

I want to know if I should try and continue this story or if I need to fix anything.