"I don't know when I got here, or at the very least how I got here, but what I do know is that I am so fucking confused."
I came into this world kicking and screaming my lungs out, lifted from my mother's body through an emergency Cesarean. I was bundled up and placed into my mother's exhausted arms. I don't remember much after I started being rocked back and forth, slowly falling into a dreamless sleep. God what was happening to me?
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I remember my first day outside of the hospital walls. I remember my mother, I think, walking with me in her arms out of the building, into the warm sunlight. I thought that maybe I would finally get some peace and quiet away from the rest of the screaming babies, and patients, only to find myself quickly surrounded by a mob of people waiting outside, all of whom looked uncannily similar to both my parents. They cooed and tickled me, and I did my best to play my part, giggling, laughing, drooling, but soon my patience ran thin, and the giggling stopped and my face slacked in annoyance. Hopefully my family would write it off as me being tired. I remember us all walking through the streets like a big parade. I peered up at the sky, the clouds, and my eyes would shift to the cliffs that loomed over my new home. Were those faces? No, my eyes must be playing tricks on me. A smell drifted to my nose and I breathed it in deeply. It smelt so good. I tilted my head to try and see what I smelled. I saw one of our parade members talking to a very large man, their words flying over my head as I couldn't understand them. Was he the one who made it smell so good? Is he a cook? I noticed he had weird purple markings painted on his face.
Weird. I thought, as we continued to walk forwards. The large man gave me a wide, kind grin. I couldn't help but smile back. He seemed really nice. Eventually we slowed down and I looked around me once more. Everyone who was behind us was now in front, ready to open the gates. I noticed everyone had a weird shape on their backs, but I couldn't make it out. Curse these baby eyes. But as we neared the walls I saw it. The two red and white fans painted to the wall on either side of the gate that allowed entrance to our home. Panic bubbled in my small chest. The cliff, the large man, the fans, the weird hum that seems to be everywhere. I was feeling chakra. Everything began to fit together.
I was in Konoha. I was in the Shinobi Universe. I was an Uchiha
My family huddled around me as I began to cry and scream
Maybe she's hungry? Or tired. Let's get her inside where she can rest. She's had a long day.
And with that, we disappeared within those dreaded gates, and as they closed behind us, I knew my fate was sealed.
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I hadn't been able to understand a single thing that has been said to me, or around me, for the longest time. I felt my growth and development in this new life frustratingly slow, but who could blame me for wanting all my old, basic functions back as soon as possible? And not to mention how embarrassing it is to not be able to go to the washroom at all. Diapers are gross. But to the others around me I grew at a breathtaking pace. By 1 I could properly walk and 2 I could speak the language fluently. It wasn't my fault my brain craved stimulation, I mean, it was mind numbingly boring being a child again.
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There was something strange about their daughter that even her excellent development could not stamp out their uncertainties. In fact, it almost supported their fear that something was wrong with their only child. They felt that everything she did seemed faked, like she was only playing a role in a play she was acting out. She held herself as someone much older than her would, and her eyes held intelligence that no one as young as she should have. They would sometimes catch her staring off out the windows of their home, looking at the world outside for almost hours on end. They would catch glimpses of their baby moving her small mouth to words that never left her throat. When she got older they would sometimes catch her reading books thought too advanced for her in the middle of the night, and writing feverishly in a notebook they never could find. She would sometimes sneak around the house like she was trying to stay out of their sights
But they chose to ignore all that was off about their daughter, instead choosing to love the child everyone else saw when she wasn't behind closed doors. They didn't think they could completely forget the fact that their child was very, very different. But they wanted to believe that she was just the same as every other child. They felt that maybe there was hope for her when she uttered her first coherent word, while pointing out the window at the Hokage monument.
"Shinobi."
AN:
Wew well first chapter is done. I forgot how tiring writing is /; It's much easier to draw. Second chapter might take a while because work is a large part of my life and work at home has been bumped up to hell. I hope i'll find enough time to finish the second chapter before i explode.