Chapter 2: Happy Birthday

SORRY FOR THE PREVIOUS POST! I tried to post from my phone but it was a fail so... here's a repost This should be better.

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My first birthday in Narutoverse was nothing like the one I had in my previous life. Obviously I could not remember it, but I had seen pictures of a baby me laughing as people were cheering me on to take my first steps.

But here, I had managed walking six months into my birth. I had to, in order to survive. Being the twin sister of the 'monster', I was treated the same way they treated Naruto. At the mere age of 1, I had learnt to speak Japanese from observation. I'm not saying I'm a genius, because I'm not, but being technically nineteen I felt that I should be able to at least form sentences after a year.

Naruto couldn't talk full sentences, but he could talk enough for me to understand. He managed to walk at the age of ten months, as he did his best to follow me while running away from the older kids who bullied us. No doubt on the caretakers orders.

So on our first birthday, I found myself half dragging Naruto through the corridors of our orphanage, a 4-story building about as big as an elementary school. When we ran out into the garden, I spotted the gate that was usually closed, opened.

I knew that if we ran out, the orphanage would not ever let us in again. They would prefer that we die after all. Deciding quickly, I led Naruto through the gate and out into the open world. Or open village. Whatever.

The bullies stopped chasing us after we left the orphanage, so we slowed our pace and started walking through the village. There was a festival going on, the one I knew was to celebrate the kyuubi's defeat. Naruto, who had never seen the village before, began running around excitedly, looking back only to see if I was following him.

We managed to walk for five minutes before trouble came. It started when people noticed us running around, and an annoying person had to go, "Hey! Doesn't that boy look like the demon child?"

Of course, some ANBU landed on him and took him away, but the damage was done. We were chased out of the festival area, and had to hide in a random training ground. As training grounds were forbidden to civilians, no one followed us there.

"Why they no like us?" Naruto asked, on the verge of crying. "I do sumthing wong?"

"They're just stupid, Naruto. It's not your fault." I told him, pulling him close.

"I no want them to hate me." he sobbed.

That put a smile on my face. "Then show them that you aren't what they say you are."

Naruto cuddled closer. "Mmmm.. Okay.." he said, as he drifted off to sleep.

I carefully untangled myself from him, and after making sure he was still asleep and comfortable, I wandered off.

I spotted a wooden sign with the number '7' on it, so I assumed it was training ground 7. I mean, what else could it be? If my memory served to be right, this was (or is going to be) Team 7's training ground. I went over to the three posts Team 7 would have been tied to for failing Kakashi's test. Eleven years, there was eleven years before that event would happen. Would it even happen, now that I'm here? What would have changed?

I walked around the post and looked at the memorial stone. In front of the stone stood a lone man. In his right hand held flowers, and in his left were oranges. He bent down and placed them in front of the stone, as some kind of offering to the dead. I channelled chakra to my ears, a trick I learnt to hear for bullies back in the orphanage.

"Minato-sensei..." the man whispered, "it's been a year since that day. I know you'll be disappointed at your people if you were alive. None of them treat Naruto as the hero he is. Even Mizuno is getting mistreated. What should I do?"

Oh boy, there were so many things he could do. For a start, providing food, clothes and a place to live would be great.

But of course he didn't know that, and he just stared quietly at the stone that could not reply him.

After awhile, he left and I ran out, heading straight for the oranges. Why give it to the dead when there are people alive who needs it?

"Hope you don't mind, dad," I muttered before brushing my fingers past his name and running off.

I strolled back to where I left Naruto and peeled the oranges for us.

"Naruto, wake up. I found food!" I shook him gently.

His eyes opened immediately at the sound of food, which made me laugh.

"What this?" he asked, trying one of the oranges.

"They're oranges. Some kind of fruit. Is it nice?" I replied.

"It's yummy!" he exclaimed.

I smiled, passing him another piece. "Happy birthday, Naruto."

"Hehe, Happy Birthday, Mizuno!" he grinned.

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