"Sasuke, why don't you go show Akira-chan to your room and you two can play," Sasuke's mother said after we entered their house. It was fancy as fuck. It looked like it was still lost in the early century, like before Konoha times.

Sasuke grumbled before stomping upstairs with me trailing behind him. He kicked his door open and stuffed his hands in his pockets before sulking into his room. I followed him in and glanced around. It had simple furniture and the walls were blue. Some of his toys were on the floor which I tried so hard not to laugh at, his walls were blue and it just looked like a normal kid's room. Which I wasn't expecting. I was expecting something like plain and anal and shit.

"Nice room," I stifled my laughter but my grin showed how I was making fun of him in my mind.

"Shut up. I bet your room is pink and has girly crap all over the walls," he stuck his tongue out at me and plopped down on the floor by his bed.

"My room is manlier than yours."

"Here's a tip, if you want to make friends, don't insult them."

"Here's a tip, shut the hell up."

"Cursing isn't ladylike."

"Oh? How about this? Suck my dick."

"So you are a guy."

"Your comebacks are as shitty as fuck."

"And you have a limited vocabulary. That says something about your intelligence."

"If you want to be like your brother, to the point where you try to sound like him, then you should start by treating your guest with respect," I smirked and crossed my arms. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at me.

"You're not my guest. You're my mom's. You're here against my will."

Before I could retort, Itachi opened the door and looked at us both before giving us a disapproving look. I could tell from his face that he heard our whole conversation and that there's no way I'm getting out of this. Sasuke maybe. I blushed and turned my face away to look down at Sasuke's toys that were scattered around the room.

"Sasuke, you should know better," Itachi gave him a stern look before turning on me, "Akira-san, I don't know you very much but I do know that it's improper and frowned upon for someone your age to be cursing."

I gave him an apologetic look as he turned and closed the door behind him. Sasuke and I looked at each other for a few minutes before we decided to see who got the better grades. Sasuke got up to get his report card while I glanced longingly back at the door.

…..(Narrative POV)…..

The two mothers, Mikoto and Umiko, were sitting down at the table drinking tea while talking about their children. Umiko wanted to know why Mikoto invited them over for dinner but she didn't want to ask it blatantly and come off as rude. Like her daughter.

"Your daughter looks like an old friend of mine, Umiko-san," Mikoto said as she poured more tea for the both of them while they wait for the dinner to finish cooking.

"Is that so? May I ask whom?" Umiko asked with her eyebrow raised. She thanked Mikoto for the tea before taking a slow sip. Mikoto smiled with clear nostalgia written on her face. Her fingers ran along the rim of the tea cup as she spoke.

"Uzumaki Kushina. Her and your daughter both have the same face shape and hair. She's like Kushina with green eyes."

Umiko was shocked and she was still for a few minutes and tried to figure out what to say. She looked down at her tea with a small frown as she thought about her cousin who was killed during the Kyuubi attack on Konoha.

"She's my cousin. I always found it funny that my daughter looks more like my cousin than me," Umiko gave a small laugh; "I guess all the Uzumaki women do look the same. Especially when it comes to our hair."

It was Mikoto's time to be shocked and find trouble trying to think of what to say. She had a hunch but she didn't think anything of it. She didn't know what to think now that she knows that she was correct. Before the two could say anything further, the timer went off signaling that the food was done.

…..(Akira' POV)…..

"You're such an ass. I don't know why all the other girls like you so much."

"I don't know why you like my brother so much. He's out of your league."

I was shocked into silence for a few seconds and Sasuke took that moment to smirk and stick his tongue out at me. I narrowed my eyes at him and grabbed the collar of his shirt. I brought him close to my face, but not too close because I don't want the Uchiha disease that made all them egotistical assholes. Except his mother, she was nice.

"I don't have a crush on your brother and even if I did I wouldn't be standing here because I'd be trying to show off and make him think that I'm awesome. Now, we made a bet on the exam not our report cards. One 'A' minus out of six 'A's doesn't mean that I'm a dumb shit. I'll make you the dumb shit by slamming your head into the wall repeatedly until your tiny brain comes out."

I wasn't defensive. I was putting the little shit in his place. He may be older by four months and he may still be at the top of the class, but his ass wasn't going through life five times and dying over and over again trying to save him and his insanity. By far, I'm the one that should be ordering the other around.

Sasuke glared at me and then at my hand before biting it thus making me release my grip on him. I hissed in pain and held my hand before wiping it on my shirt and trying to get his saliva off me.

"You motherfucker."

"Dinner's ready!"

We both turned our heads toward the door and then glared at one another before opening the door and heading down for dinner. I've realized that after that incident we may never be friends or even acquaintances like we were in my other lives. Well, even then we weren't friends since we didn't know much about the other nor did we care. That is, until I realized he plays a huge role in the war and that was after I died in it really. I had to die to realize how important he really is. WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT HIM!?

He is literally absolute bullshit. We were still glaring at each other when we sat down at the table. I sat beside my mother, Itachi sat next to me at the end of the table, Sasuke sat across from me and next to his mother. Our mothers made small talk and my mother apologized for the absence of my father.

"Oh it's no worries, Umiko-san. My husband is staying late at the station as well." She said while plating our meals for us. I felt rude since she was doing everything for us but she said we are her guests and that it was alright. How is Sasuke related to this wonderful and kind creature? What the hell; did her kindness skip a generation or something?

Sasuke, Itachi and I ate in silence while we watched our mothers continue with their talking. They talked about everything and anything. I'm serious when I say that. It went from birthdays, to labor, to being mothers, to memories, to food and then to their plans for the weekend.

"Itachi's birthday is this weekend and I'm not sure if he would like to do anything special. He doesn't tell me anything when it comes to what he wants," their mother said. She talked as if Itachi wasn't there which made his eye twitch and I couldn't help but cover my mouth and laugh.

"Akira was planning on going to the ceramics studio this weekend after she gets her exam results," my mother hinted a suggestion to their mother and I could just see the conversation they were having in their eyes.

Great, fucking great. Way to throw me under the bus mother. What are you going to do when you want me to get married? Toss me to a random hot guy and see if he catches me? That'd make one hell of a love story.

"I think it would be a great idea for Itachi and Sasuke to go with Akira to the ceramics studio! Itachi's birthday is Sunday so they can't that day since it's family time," their mother's eyes shined with a type of mischief that I didn't know she had in her.

"Saturday it is then!"

"It's a date!"

They both laughed and poured some more tea for themselves. Sasuke's mother got up to get the korokke as an 'after dinner snack'. I looked at Sasuke and saw him glaring at me. That little shit is going to annoy the hell out of me on Saturday. That was supposed to be my time. Alone. Away from people. It wouldn't make sense to have people come with me for my alone time.

WOULD IT!?

NO.

When we were all done eating the korokke, my mother and I said good night and we made our way back home. It was silent since my mother knew I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to sleep. And punch a bitch.

…..

"Akira-chan," Naruto whispered softly as he tiptoed into my room. I wasn't asleep so he didn't startle me or anything. I hummed to let him know I knew he was there and that I was listening. He ran quietly to my bed and climbed over me to lie down beside me. I rolled my eyes but I couldn't help my smile that was creeping its way up on my face.

"Those ladies were mean to me when you and your mom left," his voice was barely above a whisper and it sounded like it was strained.

"What did they do?" I rolled over so that I was facing Naruto. He was lying on his back and was staring at the ceiling. I could sense that he didn't want to look at me and I wasn't offended by it. I already had a feeling where this conversation was going anyway.

"They hit me. A lot. And they said I was a monster and that I killed thousands of people." Naruto began to sniff and I could tell he was about to cry. I latched onto his arm and curled myself against him as my way of comforting him. He turned over to his side and curled against me as well and then he started to cry. I watched feeling helpless since I didn't know what to say exactly. Sometimes it's best to just let people cry and give them someone to cry on.

I thought of the lullaby my mother would sing to me whenever I would get bullied at my old village. It wasn't nearly as bad as Naruto. I know the song is truly meant for him and not me.

"Baby mine, don't you cry,
baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart, never to part
Baby of mine,
Little one, when you play,
Don't you mind what they say,
Let's those eyes sparkle and shine
Baby of mine"

I hummed and held Naruto closer. He was crying softly and I felt him shake from the sobs.

"From your head to your toes,
You're so sweet, goodness knows,
You are so precious to me,
Cute as can be,
Baby of mine"

Naruto was asleep by the time I finished the lullaby and I felt a wave of guilt and sadness wash over me. Why couldn't I have been born earlier? Like ten years earlier? Why couldn't I have stopped everything from happening that would have left Naruto parentless? Why am I able to save Sasuke and not my cousin? Does he even know that we're cousins? I knew the moment he told me his last name. Well, he proclaimed his whole name to me the moment I walked into the room and he saw a new face. I've known all my five lives that my family is the only family he has left that we know of.

And it's killing me because I'm hiding at all from him. So he can grow to be the person who was infamous in all my lives. I hate not doing anything.

…

"AKIRA-CHAN! WAKEY WAKEY!" Naruto's voice blasted my eardrums. I flinched and rolled over to hug my pillow. My squeezed my eyes shut as if that would make his go away.

It didn't.

Naruto dumped a bucket of cold water on me. NARUTO DUMPED A BUCKET OF COLD WATER ON ME.

I jumped up and off my bed and lunged towards Naruto. I tackled him to the ground and sat on him and began to pull his hair.

"You little shit! Why are you up so early? WHY ARE YOU WAKING ME UP?"

Naruto pointed to the clock and frowned when I kept my narrowed eyes studied on him. He pouted and crossed his arms.

"I was only doing what your mom said. She told me to wake you up so you can get your exam results and so you'll be ready for your date with Sasuke," Naruto teased. It might have come across as playful, I could see the hurt in his eyes and I knew what he was thinking just from sensing his chakra.

"I'm not replacing you with Sasuke. You're my favorite which is why my mother wants me to branch out and make more friends. I usually choose one friend and I stick with them," I said with a warm smile. Naruto grinned back at me. I got off him and shooed him out so I could get ready. I glanced at the clock before heading to the bathroom.

9:30!?

How the hell did I sleep in this late? I never sleep in late when I know I have shit to do the next morning. It's fucking Sasuke's fault. I don't know what he did and I can honestly say that I don't give a fuck about what he does, but it's his damn fault!

I stormed out of my room the minute I was done getting ready and I dragged Naruto along with me. With my constant enraged speed we reached the Academy in less than ten minutes. Bitches might want to right that down because I promise you that that is the fastest she'll ever get to school in her life. Well, in her fifth life.

"Ne, Akira-chan," Naruto was hesitant and was afraid that a simply noise from him might piss me off. A noise not from him, but from the prick Sasuke.

"You do realize we'll probably be the last people in the line for the results? Why are you in such a rush?"

"I want to just get my results, go home, and mentally prepare myself for spending my original 'me time' with that stupid Uchiha and Itachi."

Naruto was about to reply when we reached the line for the results. We were both silent as the jounin gave us a look that told to be silent or else. I hopped from foot to foot impatiently and glanced around and over the heads of the other kids in the line. I noticed Sasuke was leaning against the Sakura tree outside and smirked at me when I glared at him through the window. He held up a paper signaling that he got his results and he was really cocky about them.

THAT LITTLE SHIT IS WAITING TO RUB HIS SCORES IN MY FACE. He's basically waiting to push me off the cliff and then run. Where is his humanity? Did he leave it in his mother's womb? Obviously she had way more than he could ever dream of. How could such a little dick come from such a wonderful and kind woman? HOW!?

I growled and continued to glare at Sasuke as the line was moving painfully slow. I heard Naruto whine uncomfortably for the third time. I glanced at me from the corner of my eyes and saw that he was bending over with his arms covering his stomach and his face was twisted in pain with his eyes squeezed so tight that I started to get worried. His eyes are only that tight when he's in a lot of pain. However, from the scene that I could see without even having to turn around, I could tell he either had to shit or fart and, hell even both. I tried to stifle my laughter but a little giggle got out which made everyone behind Naruto look at me with question. That fucking giggle with embarrass me for life. I'm not one to giggle. I FUCKING GIGGLED. FANGIRLS GIGGLE. DOES THAT MEAN I'M FANGIRLING NARUTO'S FARTS?

As I was going through my mental battle with myself, Naruto was apparently small farting since everyone behind him backed up as much as they can and they all started to gag. I groaned and hoped the smell couldn't travel up to me. His farts tend to do that. They just search for me and they follow me and Naruto which makes everyone look at me with those kinds of looks that makes you want to punch them back.

EVERYONE FARTS. Kami, people it's just a fart. It's not going to kill you. STOP LOOKING AT ME.

Here I am, waiting for my exam results and I'm thinking about farts. What does that say about me? Naruto whined again and I sighed knowing that he'll come to me for some kind of help. He always does.

"Akira-chan," Naruto's whine made it sound like he was almost into tears, "My stomach hurts and I have to go." I turned to look at him and the line behind us. I noticed that if he wanted to leave to go to the bathroom then he would have to go to the end of the line which would most likely make him get his results at around dinner time. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Well," I began and was at lost with words, "Have you small farted as much as you can? And silent ones?"

I can't believe we are having this conversation. Thank Kami I can whisper and people wouldn't look at us. Naruto, however, tries to whisper and yet fails every time. I hope this time he will succeed because I really don't want to deal with all these people and their stares.

"Yes."

At least his whine was a whisper this time. We're making progress. However, there's only so much I can do for him right now.

"I'm sorry, Naruto-kun, I can't help you then. Once you use all your chakra to fucking small fart then you're shit out of luck. Emphasis on shit," I said with sarcasm in my voice after I apologized. Naruto whined louder and started to do his bathroom dance. He looked from the line behind him to the people in front of us for a few minutes before letting out a yell and running out of the line towards the bathroom.

"FUCK THIS!"

Damn, my habits are rubbing off on him. I need to fix that. I'm too lazy though which sucks ass. We're only five so it's very bad and somewhat strange for a few five year olds to know curse words and even use them like actual adults. Sometimes I even forget I'm five until I see Sasuke and I think 'damn he's not himself' and then I'm like 'wait everyone is alive, okay'. I can't tell you how many times that has happened to me every day.

I sighed as everyone gave me questioning glances after they watched Naruto's outburst. It was almost my time anyways which is why I didn't understand why Naruto just waited for a few more minutes.

"Shiokaze-san," a voice called me back from my thoughts. I turned back to see Iruka-sensei with his hand out and his eyes gesturing to the paper in her hands. It was a small piece of paper that seemed like it was only half of one whole piece. He gave me a small smile and congratulated me before moving on the next kid behind me. I started to slowly walk towards Sasuke as I began to unfold the paper. It was two pieces folded together and the first one was the syllabus for next year. I frowned when I saw the word 'book report' but I folded it and shoved it away in my pants pocket.

I squeezed my eyes tight as I held my results in my hand. I was scared, that I would admit, but I wouldn't admit what I was scared of the most. I cracked one eye open and saw a number two at the top left corner. I frowned and immediately knew what it was. I came second in the grade.

OH BOY, I WONDER WHO CAME FIRST.

I sighed and didn't even bother to look at my score. I'm sure Sasuke would do that for me anyway. I saw his smirk before anything else. Hell, I felt it before anything else. I growled and crossed my arms once I reached him.

"So, when will your week begin, Shiokaze?"

"Monday. I don't have any plans then."

"No, no go ahead and make plans. I want to see how you would interact without talking."

"Why are we here? Why aren't we going somewhere? Come on. Let's go."

I yanked at Sasuke's arm but he stayed put and looked at me like an idiot. He yanked his arm away from me and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"We're waiting for Nii-san to pick us up and take us to that stupid ceramics place that you always go to."

I hummed and plopped down next to him. I started to play with the grass after a few seconds of silence filled with mutual hatred.

"So," Sasuke began hesitantly as if it was like a horrible thing to talk to me like a civilized person, "What score did you get?"

I placed my chin in my hand and grunted, "Does it matter? You got a higher score than me."

"How do you know that?"

"I was ranked second in the grade. So obviously there was someone who got higher than me and I assumed it was you. I thought you knew you did better than me, so why are you asking?"

"You didn't know my score or your own. And you just assumed. You really are stupid."

"Just take your victory and shut your mouth."

"So easy to admit defeat. I think you're scared. Why?"

"Why act like you care?"

"I'm bored, so entertain me with your idiotic answer."

I glared at him and decided against replying. He glared back at me and turned his attention back to whatever the hell was in front of him and continued to wait for his brother. When he wasn't looking I unfolded my paper a little bit to where it was just enough for me to see my score.

589/600

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? REALLY!? I've taken this exam five times and I can't even get everything right? WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT ME? HOW THE HELL COULDN'T I REMEMBER THE DAMN ANSWERS?

I tried so hard to remember this fucking exam but, like I said before, it wasn't important enough for me to remember. You know how you remember things that seemed important to you but they were really just small things? You know? Am I the only one that deals with this shit?

"Akira-san, are you ready?"

My head snapped up at the sound of Itachi's voice. I blushed and pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. Itachi motioned for me to follow and Sasuke gave me a knowing smirk. I narrowed my eyes at him and made a motion with my hand that said I'll cut his neck. I know exactly what he's thinking right now and I know I won't hear the end of it.

"So," I drawled out as I skipped to catch up to them until I was beside Itachi, "Are you guys going to paint anything?"

"No," they said in unison.

We'll see about that. I'll find a way to force them to make something for Mikoto-san. Wouldn't that be cute? I smirked as I looked at Sasuke with a sideways glance. I might even paint me a Sasuke and give him to his mother al pretty and pink as a present.

"Oh, Akira-san," Itachi said softly and I could see traces of a smirk, "Our mothers have made plans for you and Sasuke to go snorkeling at the aquarium tomorrow."

MOTHERFUCKER, WHY!?

AN: Please review :3 and thanks to those who did last chapter!