- Reflection 反射 -
Two black eyes stared back at me. Though wide-eyed like most children they were beginning to form into cat-like shapes. They were placed on a fair skinned face that was framed by matching ebony locks, silky yet spiky in the most inconvenient way. I reached out with a small hand and closely studied my reflection.
That is what it really was. The original me was a scrawny Asian teenager, face distinguished by troublesome acne and big glasses. This image before me was not that girl. She was gone, in appearance at least.
What remained of her mind-soul?- was the inhabitant of the two-year-old in the mirror. My eyebrows furrowed in concentration as I continued to peer at the reflection as though it were an intruder. Which was not a logical thought with who lived in this house. The thin eyebrows only served to prove the differences further. I was so accustomed to seeing thick, expressive brows.
The reflection was adorned in a dark blue short-sleeved shirt and tan shorts. turning around for my back to face the mirror, a distinctive crest was etched onto the back, burning a image into anyone's mind if seen.
A circular shape with an upper red half and a white lower, with a dripping like feature. The fan representing the Uchiha clan.
The door to the door creaked open and I was a bit startled, flinching at the sudden interruption. A taller woman carrying a laundry basket shuffled in, smiling when spotting me near the mirror.
"Sachiko? What are you doing in here?" The pink-haired woman, my birth mother asked.
Well, it was someone else's fault for putting the only mirror on ground level in the laundry area. I toddled over to her, with me being at the level of her legs causing it to be a longer process than for older, much taller people.
"I look" I said, trying my best to make my meaning clear with the language I could grasp.
Putting her cargo down, Okasan crouched to my level, which I greatly appreciated, and tussled my black hair. She chuckled and said, "You're very curious Sachiko." She paused and added, "and a prodigy for your age, even a bit more than your sister."
I understood some of what she said, but knowledge of Japanese from behind a screen only went so far. I could tell that she was amused but praising me? Most likely for my "advanced" progress. How was I supposed to know when babies start walking and talking? I had been going crazy over doing nothing and being treated like a baby... despite this body was just that.
"Papa taidama?" I asked to the best of my ability with the unfamiliar language. Okasan got the message decently enough and shook her head. I pouted, because that meant I couldn't play with long dark tresses similar to my own. Or try to make that eternally stern face smile. It had happened rarely, but was worth it to see the burden and sadness lifted from those dark eyes.
"Papa will be home later. Aw, Sachiko, you're too adorable." Okasan said, scooping me up and engulfing me in a hug.
My name was Sachiko Uchiha, born on a warm spring day, and younger twin of one Sarada Uchiha, by a few minutes.
I don't know why I am in this situation but I am going to make the best of it. Or at the very least, try not to die. Luckily for me being born to over-powered parents in a peaceful era, the odds are in my favor.
Or so I thought early on.