A/N: Guys, I'm tear-bending all over the place. So many followers! I got a few reviews which was nice and favorites too.

Y'all making me happy, yo. Akane's happy too. Will this be the chapter where Akane meets canon? Who knows.

I don't own Naruto. If I did, Kakashi's face would have been known to the world the moment he became Hokage.

Warning: Language not suited for the innocent or weak-hearted.

Chapter 3: God, that Chakra Sensitivity though

God fucking dammit.

I should've seen this coming. You know why I didn't see this? Because I'm an idiot who died by falling off a roof. Yes, I'm still very much salty about the predicament of my own reckoning.

But- for the love of Jashin, I read this dumb shit in all those fan-fictions! Surely it wasn't true! Moron without chakra falls into a world with chakra and suddenly said moron becomes the most sensitive little thing to anything chakra related.

…

You know, now that I think about it – I probably deserved all the shit that was coming to me.

It started a few months after my birth into this hell hole- uh, I mean home. I was gnashing viciously on my chew toy (I needed some form of releasing my rage of being stuck in a butt munchkin body) before the hairs on my neck stood up. I flinched, turning my small form towards the door of my room. I waited quietly for the person to come in for about 3 seconds before I let out an annoyed baby shout.

"Aga baba bagawba!"

Get your ass in here!

Why the hell were they taking their sweet time in coming into my room? I managed to roll my pudgy body towards the crib handles facing the door and gripped onto them. Did I force myself to stand up? Uhm, no. I am perfectly okay sitting in this crib like a prisoner.

Seriously though. I was. I had nowhere important to go. The whole 'let's see what I can fuck up and/ or save' thing was on the backburner for now. For the love of Jashin, I haven't seen any canon characters yet so no worries.

Anyways, I was going to let out another shout to invite the person in when my father turned the door knob and entered. "Akane-chan?" He stated, looking slightly perplexed to see his child faced in the direction of the door with an expectant (and unamused) expression. Usually he'd see me engrossed in staring at my stuffed animals or animatedly throwing said stuff animals out of my crib when I got tired of glaring at them. I was kind of hoping that I could spontaneously combust objects by looking at them.

Still haven't developed that yet. When will they realize I do not like pink? I mean seriously if I ever get a chance to look in a god damn mirror and see that I have pink hair I'm going to…Crap. I'm doing it again. What was I talking about before?

OH!

My father walked over and picked me up before rubbing his cheek against my own. "You looked like you were ready to see your dad."

Still don't know what you're saying, man. I stared blankly at him after he stopped rubbing his face on my own and looked at me. After a few seconds, I looked up to his pink hair and let out an unamused whine.

The next time it happened, it was with my mom a few days later. It was pretty much the same, but this feeling woke me up from my nap.

"Oh Akane-chan… I thought you were still sleeping." My mother mentioned and I gave her a yawn in response. Damn itch in my neck not letting me finish eating those cookie dough flautas. How dare you.

I thought it'd be the end of it. Oho, I was so very, very wrong.

After that incident with my mom, I could always know when my parents were nearing my room and they brushed it off as me being observant. I thought it was them not picking up their damn feet and making so much noise that my neck hair tingles. I've also noted that fan-fiction writers were right when they said that chakra was in every living thing. Whenever a bird would fly by the house, my head would snap up from the children's book my mom would read to me and I just stared at the ceiling until the bird left the vicinity of my home.

She thought it bizarre, but grew worried when I would do it a lot. I still thought it was everyone being obnoxiously loud and I was the only one that could hear it. Stupid right?

The tingling in my neck only grew worse and unbearable when it was someone I didn't know. I was in the living room with a stuffed animal when I felt it. Something was suddenly stabbing into my neck and dragging down towards the nerves in my back. The stuffed animal dropped from my hands as I placed both hands on the back of my neck.

It's warm.

God, it's really warm.

My eyes involuntarily watered before the pain was too fucking much and I started wailing. I don't know what the hell was going on and all I knew was I needed it to stop now. I heard clattering of pans and some doors opening before footsteps came running towards me.

"Akane-chan?! What's wrong?!" That was my father.

"I don't know! I'm taking her to the hospital. She's burning up!" The panicking voice was definitely my mother's. I felt her cold hands touching my (probably red) face before it moved away.

They talk too much. I need a hospital and now. The pain had only increased when my father came in. Why though? I was used to him how-

"It must due to something in her chakra."

Soft footsteps came near to my now curled up form before the pain intensified and moved towards my head.

Jesus Christ, someone knock me out now.

"Back away from my daughter." Thank god for mothers and their second nature. My wailings shifted into ear-splitting cries of agony as I wished for this shit to stop. Maybe this was the way I should die? Has Satan finally decided that he was done fucking around with me and wanted to take my soul to Hell?

Maybe God was punishing me for taking my father's hitai-ate and throwing out the window.

Look, I don't know what the fuck I did specifically but I'm sure this did not warrant my whole body feeling like a group of people were tap dancing on it with metal cleats.

"I'm sorry Akane-chan. This'll be quick."

Darkness enveloped my senses seconds after hearing my father speak.

Thank God.

"You say she started to sense your presence since she was 4 months old?" The iryō-nin spoke, writing down what the pink-haired jōnin reported. He noted inwardly that the male would occasionally look over at his 10 month daughter with a worried expression before looking back to the medic.

"I didn't think of it like that first. It just seemed peculiar whenever she would be sitting there watching the door as I opened it to see how she was" The jōnin explained, before the medic frowned.

"You should have brought her in then. Your wife mentioned that your daughter could also distinguish who was coming towards her?" The jōnin nodded, a frown now appearing on his features. "She would always squeal when it was Yume and shout when it was me." Not the time to be salty over his only daughter being potentially biased.

The medic wrote a few more things down before sighing. "Did she ever mention to you what she felt before you entered?"

The jōnin shook his head no. "No…but she always scratched the back of her neck and whenever I would pick her up – there would be goose bumps raised all over her forearms." He made a motion to his own covered arms before glaring at the floor. "I wish I'd seen it sooner. Maybe she'd be awake right now…"

"Quit pitying yourself, Hideo."The male turned to see his wife moved from Akane's still form in the hospital bed over to the two. Her eyes were swollen due to lack of sleep – or, that's what she tells herself. She also told herself that her eyes watered excessively due to the dust she caught in her peripheral when she looked at her daughter.

"Her chakra has been stabilized since yesterday. Why isn't she waking up?"

The iryō-nin looked up from his notebook and gave the new parents a reassuring smile. "She didn't react violently to your sensing your chakra due to the fact she's been used to it for most of her life. The same with the animals that she managed to pick up in the vicinity before you could. I believe that chakra from another human being is what drove her senses awry."

Hideo furrowed his brows, "But when I brought her grandparents over and a few others, she would react fine with them."

The iryō-nin nodded but then glanced at his notebook, "But, that was before she was 4 months old. Afterwards, I do believe her chakra system kicked in to its proper potential. Though – if those same people were to come by her again, I'm certain she wouldn't react so violently due to previous exposure."

Yume's brows went up as she chimed in, "Fugaku had seen Akane before, so why did she react so-…" The brunette bit her lower lip as her blue eyes looked over to their silent child. "…badly with him?"

It was silent before the medic-nin spoke up, "Perhaps it was the introduction to the younger one's chakra. Nonetheless, you shouldn't worry too much. Her vitals are in proper form. She'll be sure to wake up soon."

As he said this, he could notice how both parents seemed less tense and the brunette went back to sitting next to her firstborn's bedside. The pink-haired male let out a quiet sigh before thanking the man. "Thank you. It's just that… none of our family members were mainly sensor-type shinobi, especially ones really sensitive so it gave us a scare…"

"It's fine. We gave her a simple seal to help block off the intensity of sensing another's chakra. Once she learns to properly control it, we'll be happy to take it off."

Hideo could only thank the male once more.

A/N: Look! Indirect canon interaction! Also, before I get any questions – Akane had been asleep when Fugaku had visited which is why she's boasted about not seeing any canon characters.

Still doesn't give her an excuse to not think about her task at hand. Tsk, moronic girl.

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Chapter 4: God, that Pink Hair though

No no no no no. NO. SHIT. WHY.

I pressed my face against the terrible image and managed a croaked sob. This must be a terrible joke. All this damn time… I pulled away from the mirror and ran my small hands against the disgusting pink lace mane– THIS IS MY HAIR.

I was in denial clearly. I thought my hair did some weird codominance thing and I had pink and brown hair. Don't judge me that could happen to someone.

This was anime, anime logic trumps all. I also never bothered to find a mirror because – as long as I had brown hair, I was okay right? WRONG. I WAS SO VERY, VERY WRONG.

After all these months, my sorry ass gets to a mirror and what do I fucking see? DISAPPOINTMENT. Disappointment in the form of my hair and this is all pink and – why?! Is it because I made fun of Sakura in my past life? She was the butt of anime logic, how could I not make fun of her?

"Akane-chan…Are you okay?"

"… NO."

When I turned around to demand hair dye, her eyes were wide and her jaw unhinged while she stared at my unamused expression.

I pointed to my hair and tried to get her to focus at the task at hand. "No!" I pointed to my hair. What was this woman?!

She still didn't respond. Whoops. I think I broke her.

I don't know what my mother was more shocked about. The fact that I didn't know I had just pink hair, or that my first Japanese word out of my mouth at 10 months was 'No'. Totally not sorry for robbing her of her kid's first word being mama.