Today was not my day. In fact, I was starting to think that about all my days of this new life.

The very second I woke up from inside of a glass box for what seemed like the millionth time, I knew it wasn't going to be a good day for me. It was that sinking feeling you wake up to that you just know with every fiber of your being that life was out to get you and today was not going to turn out well in your favor at all. Maybe to some oblivious sap sure. They'd have a wonderful, joy-filled day with many spectacular encounters and perhaps even a surprise afternoon tea-party to boot.

But definitely not mine.

A skull-pounding headache first thing in the morning is probably what gave it away, and of course how it would start. Squinting against the harsh florescent lights I didn't need to be able to see to know that there were at least twenty-five people playing circus in my hospital room. Shoutout to chakra for being so freaking obvious and annoying, not to mention intrusive.(Oh and what a concept chakra was, if it wasn't for the constant headaches and pings I would have never believed in that sort of witchcraft.) No wonder I had a headache, I was actually surprised it hadn't surmounted to a migraine with all of the pinging collisions of energies in the vicinity.

'Why the hell are there so many in my room?!'

Ever since my status as 'strictly quarantined' had been lifted to 'limited interaction' a few months ago(that same day I had finally been unplugged from all those machines and determined to be able to function independently as well, ah good times), it wasn't uncommon for new faces of the hospital staff to enter my previously closed off room every now and then. But never to this extent unless something bad had happened, particularly to my health. So after taking note that every person in here worked in the building my first thought was that I had coded and had gone under another one of my 'episodes' of cardiac arrest(which happened way too often not to mention random). However, they barely paid any attention to me in general.

Nope, instead their main subject of interest happened to be the mold in the ceiling fan, the grit and dusty-beyond-all-hope corners of the room, the worn out tiled floors..and was that? Oh Christ, these white coats are actually doing it, yes they were literally peeling the accumulated grime off of the crusty desk in the corner.

I tensed. This might actually be serious.

Not once have I witnessed anyone touch that thing, even less maintain it.

No one.

'I'm so freaking confused where the heck is my nurse when I actually need her?'

Alas, just as I had predicted my headache was now a migraine.

'Oh would'ya look at that? The brain-rape of a headache is back. Wow, today was already proving to be such a splendid day.'

And then, as heaven had it my guardian angel arrived with her magical green glowyness and placed the palm of her hand on my temple and let the said magic green glow do its thing.

"Mah mah akachan, caught you at a bad time nee?" She seemed to catch on that I was prepared for an impending doom of the Monday blues. But that didn't really help my situation at all, now did it?.

'Woman I need answers, not consolidation!'

I raised a feeble limb in a sad attempt to knock her hand off my head. Even if I liked the green light that smothered the migraine into a dull throb, now was not the time, dammit. As soon as our skin made contact she flinched as if stung and slowly retracted her hand from my forehead. Suffice to say that I wasn't expecting her to react that way, and judging by the young teen's reaction neither did she. I mean I barely brushed her it's not like my chakra interfered in any way either, I would have felt it.

Speaking of, I felt the familiar ping of chakra flare in curiosity. Looks like Oyone-chan's sudden reaction had caused a few of the staff to turn away from their chores and glance up at the nurse.

"Everything okay, Oyone-chan?"

Ugh, Tweedle-dumb sure loved the sound of his voice, only a matter of time before-

"That creature didn't bite you did it?"

And the idiot counterpart of the terrible trio, ladies and gentlemen I present to you, the one and only Tweedle-idiot.

Suddenly, with a speed I didn't know the young nurse possessed, she turned to face the, uh, well for lack of better words- idiot, squarely."Don't be daft, she is barely four years old and under intensive medical examination! Not to mention her physical capability is far from preforming anything harmful against others, especially those above adolescence. Correct me if I am wrong, but you are a doctor aren't you? You should be aware of her physical ability, should you not?" Oyone-chan practically snarled.

Now everyone in the room, even those that I could not see in the far corners of the room, had dropped whatever they were cleaning to downright stare at my nurse, including me.

Hell, I was fucking flabbergasted. My nurse, sorry, my technically trainee nurse just called out a superior 'doctor'! But not only was he her superior but the one member of this godforsaken hospital that I detested the most with every drop of my ego. That was beyond badass.

My love for my slave nurse was growing stronger everyday by the second.

I gaped openly in aw while the rest of the staff gasped and muttered in something akin to shock. Meanwhile, Oyone-chan probably just realized what she had just said as well as the repercussions of her actions and began to turn fifty shades of red as she processed the facial expressions of her stunned coworkers, not limited to the Tweedle twat trio.

In a flash the teen was in a back breaking bow of apology.

"G-g-gomen, I, um, I am t-terribly sorry for my outburst, you see ever since the Kyuubi incident"-the mention of this familiar word gave a somber air-"I've had a-at least five twenty-four hour shifts starting approximately midnight a-and Iv'e been a little emotional lately though that could be b-because it's around t-that t-time of the month-"

Tweedle-stupid interrupted the watery-eyed nurse's tangent with a light cough.

I rolled my eyes. 'God forbid a doctor gets involved in a period talk.'

"This inappropriate behavior of yours will not be ignored, Oyone-chan." Tweedle-idiot grounded out, seeming to recover his voice amidst the shock of being called out. "But due to...recent circumstances, you are not held entirely at fault. Just know that you are not the only one left grieving and exhausted after the Fox's attack."

With those final words, the quack exited the room, aggressively shutting the metallic doors behind him, leaving an intensely silent atmosphere.

That was until it was broken by my infantile laughter.

'Oh My LoRd HAHAHAHA that was the best thing thats ever happened to me in this life! The bastard-idiot-worse-than-the-rest-of-the-trio-but-not-by-much-quack FINALLY got a taste of what he deserved BY MY SCAREDY CAT NUSRE HAHAHA! Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all. Hehe!'

"A-a-akachan?" Somewhere in the background I heard a timid voice call my name. I ignored it.

Instead I laughed and I laughed, and I laughed some more. Noting the alarmed looks of the hospital staff, I probably should've stopped, but like hell I would because it felt so good.

Who am I kidding? It felt fucking great to be able to laugh at your worries straight in the face instead of choking on them. Besides, for all the times I had cried within this lifetime, I hadn't nearly laughed enough and it felt more than great- it felt amazing.

"A-akachan, stop it!" The source of laughter herself appeared to be quite flustered if the tomato color of her face and the way she shook me a little with both hands was anything to go by.

I wasn't able to see the expressions of the other white-coats in the room, but I could sense them all the same with the most ambient emotion thrown about being confusion- it was a close second to disgust. But otherwise they focused once again on their Sunday chores trying to ignore the infant in the corner that all but cackled.

How polite of them.

"AKACHAN!" All but one of course.

But alas I continued to express my deranged satisfaction at Tweedle-idiot's embarrassment. I literally laughed until I was out of breath and needed to get some air in my lungs or I'd pass out gain.

But that was okay.

Because I had Oyone-chan's green glowy-ness to rely on and that was just fine by me.

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Pushing both my arms against the bed of my box, I was able to sit up with minimal effort. Proud of my endurance I gifted myself with a mental pat on the back. It might not have appeared to be an accomplishment for a normal three year old, but for this sick, frail three year old it was quite a feat in itself. My body was finally beginning to obey voluntary movements subconciously and that meant I was getting better.

At least thats what Oyone-chan told me before she left my room still flustered from her confrontation with Tweedle-idiot, claiming that she needed to pick something up from downstairs. Probably her dignity.

Speaking of the nurse, she never did tell me why all of the others, and by that I meant literally every employee and volunteer in the hospital, had occupied my room at some point for an extreme case of Spring cleaning.

I stared intently at the what I assumed to be another medic-in-training crouched in the corner of the room trying desperately to rid the crevice of every single speck of filth as if his life depended on it. The silver-haired child(did kids here dye their hair crazy colors often?) seemed to notice me staring a hole through his back and glanced back at me through his superbly round spectacles, only to hold eye contact with my unblinking gaze.

Until he got uncomfortable and quickly averted his eyes back to the dirt in the corner.

'Hmp, that's what I thought biotch.'

I was and always will be the queen of staring contests no matter what lifetime. I so needed a certificate or a medal or something. Scratch that, I demand a trophy made of solid gold. It was the least the universe could do to make things even.

"I'm back akachan!"

'Oh please, as if I didn't feel her chakra buzzing from two floors down.'

I was prepared to face the bumble-bee of a nurse with my infamous "your'e late" look, which I gave like a pro by the way, but paused halfway to focus on what she held in her arms. What looked like a dress, a couple of hair clips, a brush, and a mirror were hap-hazardously gathered in the young teen's arms.

Now I was beyond confused.

I glanced at the medic who had paused in his cleaning at the interruption of Oyone-chan and then I pointedly looked at the items the nurse held against her chest, and then back to the medic who'd noticed I'd noticed him not cleaning and had turned full attention to the wall once again.

This time I gave my slave the "explain. now." look. Lucky for me though she seemed to catch on.

"Oh! I didn't get the chance to tell you did I? How silly of Oyone-chan, let me explain-"

'Oh thank Jesus finally!' It only took all day.

"-your'e expecting guests!" The teen girl about squealed.

'What...?' In all the two years I'd been awake in the hospital not once have I ever had someone visit me other than those who worked here.

I had no idea how to react.

"But not just any guests, akachan!" Oyone-chan was just as oblivious to my emotional dilemma as she was estatic about whoever it was that was coming to visit. I could feel her chakra bouncing around inside her, barely able contain it's excitement.

"The leader of our village- Hokage-sama himself is among them!"

'...what.'

It took about ten whole seconds to register what the dark haired spazz had just said.

Hokage. She had said Hokage. As in the leader of the village- Hokage.

'...what.'

I'd had my doubts but after the big furry ball of orange death- just the memory of that thing made me wince- I came to accept where exactly I was and that I might as well stop questioning exactly how and why because that would only proceed to give me a headache.

And God, did I hate headaches.

I looked around the room for something, anything to distract me from my unexpected anxiety at coming face to face with a fictional character. I noted that the young medic-in-training had disappeared and in his place a dirt-free corner. Suddenly it all made sense as to why there was so much effort put into cleaning my room. The freaking Hokage was on his way for a visit, and it would have been a disgrace for a man of his stature to be seen in an unkept hospital room. There was no denying it now.

'I don't know whether I should laugh or cry.'

Oyone-chan, bless her chipper soul, noticed there was something off about my attitude towards the big news.

"Are you not feeling well again, akachan? If so I'm afraid you'll need to snap out of it quickly because we only have about twenty minutes before he's expected to arrive."

'Cry. I should definitely cry.'

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Remember when I said this was going to be a bad day? Well for the record, I totally called it. Today was going to suck some major balls.

Why? Oh, only because in less than eight minutes (I had totally been keeping count) the Hokage of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, my village, was going to walk straight through those metal sliding doors into my room and I didn't even know the reason why.

But if I were to be totally honest I wouldn't say that knowing why would make me feel any better. It was the fact that someone whom I still had stuck in my mind as an animated, fictional character was going to be here before me. In the fucking flesh.

'Well', thought glumly 'at least they had the decency to replace my glass box with an actual hospital bed.'

But the concept of the luxury of an actual mattress was wasted on me. Agitated was a light word to use for how I felt at the moment. No, something more along the lines of 'terrified as shit' was somewhere on the right track.

I winced as Oyone-chan ran a brush through the strands of my neglected mop of hair. She had bought the brush with her along with other items that were here to be used for one sole purpose: Prettying me up so that I would appear acceptable before our great leader.

I looked down to examine the dress I wore, it was actually pretty cute even though I had never been one for the kimono dress style in my previous life. The dress itself was a plain deep purple with violet trimmings that extended along the length of the sleeves, covering my hands entirely. To match the trimmings was a sash or something that Oyone-chan referred to as an 'obi' that secured the material around my midsection, but not as to suffocate me. I could get used to it.

"Ah! Akachan your'e so cute! Here-" At this point, Oyone-chan had finished the chore of getting me all dolled up and held out mirror towards me, allowing me to take a peek at her handy-work.

Let me just say, I was not prepared for what I would see. Who I saw in the reflection of the mirror was not someone I recognized.

Ever since my 'arrival' I guess you could call it, into this world not once had I actually been able to really look into a reflective surface. I had tried on many occasions, however only catching few glimpses on the metal surfaces of machinery and the glass of my incubator proved useless. So, to catch the face of a stranger that you knew was your'e reflection, was indescribable.

This person, I, had the complete opposite looks that I was once used to, the face that I had remembered was now non-existent. Now in place of a chocolatey-brown complexion was a stark pale contrast of practically rice-paper white skin. White skin on a white face that was a bit too angular and a bit too small from what it once was. My once full lips were now a dramatic degree thinner, and my now brushed, jet black hair that held no life compared my once dark brown bouncy curls stopped short just beneath my chin.

My eyes however, were a different story all together.

In place of a round hazel brown was slanted bright amber. Like really bright amber, like might as well be yellow, amber. But that wasn't even the strangest part, my pupils- they were slitted.

'Okay it's official, I'm a freak of nature. Thank you up there, by the way, it's really great to know you're having an absolute fucking blast at my suffering. Glad to be your personal sick source of entertainment! Like what the Hell?!'

I had probably been staring at it's- my -reflection for a couple of minutes trying to process the shock of being a freak while the my personal nurse waited expectantly for a reaction presumably at her grooming.

"Didn't Oyone-chan do such a great job akachan?" I guess she couldn't wait at me to stare down this creature for any longer.

I gave a stiff nod, all the while trying my best to not let the expression of pure disgust grace my features. At least the purple eye-shadow was a nice touch, though maybe a little mature for my tastes seeing as I was only a toddler. I must have been too preoccupied with fretting over the Hokage's arrival to have even noticed she'd applied the eye makeup on me.

I deftly handed back the mirror.

"Wonderful! Lord Third is expected to arrive any minute now so best behavior, nee?"

I gave another mechanic nod.

Then I felt it, no, I felt him enter the building accompanied by three others who's energy combined outclassed the entire population of the hospital itself.

Snapped out of my revere by the sudden presence of our village leader enter the hospital, I could only think one thing.

'I am in real deep shit right now.'

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It's probably a good thing that my heart monitor wasn't wired to me anymore. Because if it was, that thing would have been beeping about ten-thousand beats per second. Scratch that, it would have broken by now from how hard my heart was hammering, practically out of my chest. I'm actually pretty sure it was audible.

Damn miracle I hadn't coded by now, let me tell you.

Because right now, at this very second, I could sense the Hokage and his companions outside my door. Talk about suspense.

The doors opened.

"Good afternoon, Hokage-sama!" Apparently I wasn't the only one who was more than a little anxious, though Oyone-chan's nerves seemed to be more from excitement than terror as she lowered herself into a back-breaking bow in the picture of utmost admiration and respect.

I, on the other hand, couldn't find the will to move. I sat on my cot frozen in place as the robed man stepped as silent as the shadow he was within the room, all but oozing the power of someone who had survived years of war and experience. All I could do was stare.

"Ah so it appears, Oyone-san was it? Iv'e heard of praise from your fellow coworkers. It is medic-nin like yourself that keep this village prosperous and living, well done."

His voice was not how I had expected, it sounded kind, almost grandfatherly. Nothing compared to the slow, burning force that his chakra emitted. The mask fit so well it was frightening.

The young teen who I doubted hadn't been fooled by the kind face had obviously not been expecting the praise and quickly straightened up from her bow in an action of bewilderment not knowing how to respond.

"T-thankyou! Hokage-sama, thank you s-so much!" Good grief, she was turning red again.

The Hokage then turned his sight to me, catching my un-bliking gaze as we made eye contact for a brief second before I forced myself to look down at my dress in an attempt to distract myself.

His eyes. They were eyes that were guarded, suspicious, and then also...sad? Usually I'd be able to tell what someone was feeling as well as their intentions through their chakra, but he was competely different from those that worked at the hospital. It was as if he kept a shield around his. The elder man's energy was a mask that kept his emotions buried deep within a murky lake. The fact that I couldn't even penetrate his chakra sense automatically for any sort of clue should speak volumes of his ability.

I didn't dare look up.

"So this is the child?" A new voice spoke up. It was from an presence that had the same control, possibly the same power level as the Hokage. Except this one was darker, deeper, and most notably cold. Not only in his chakra but in his voice alone.

"So it seems.." Another, this one female, yet in the same league as the previous speakers and probably just as old, spoke with curiosity laced in the murky depths of her chakra. She was the easiest to read, which meant nothing considering I practically couldn't detect jack-shit from any of them.

"Medic, answer the question." Oyone-chan gave a startled reply at the command of the cold man's voice.

"S-s-sorry." Came a whimpered reply.

"The girl is more use to us while coherent, Danzo." The elder woman held an amused tinge to her voice "Wouldn't you agree, Hotaru?"

"Indeed." The final member of their group grunted in agreement. If it weren't for his ominous energy that matched the other three I doubt I'd even know of his presence before he'd spoken.

Somehow, Oyone-chan gathered her bearings to give a definitive answer. Not at all because of the intimidating aura the cold elder man called 'Danzo' forced upon her.

'Yikes, If I wasn't scared shitless right now I'd probably feel bad. Oh, Oyone-chan my poor, poor slave-nurse...'

"Hai, y-yes. She is the c-child you have asked a-about."

I didn't need to be able to sense their chakras in order to feel the stares of critical and perhaps curious eyes boring into my curled figure, not that I could, really. I wished then and there that I'd been blessed with the ability to melt into a puddle and disappear, forget spitting lava.

Three long strides that echoed across my room was all that was heard until I dared myself to take a peek over my folded knees. Red robes trailed onto the tiled floor concealing any view that I had of the feet that knew belonged to the Hokage.

"Child."

It was more of an order than a title. I swallowed hard and forced my eyes upwards while a curtain of jet black hair kept my full face from being seen. Soon the red robes met a white and then a surrounding white scarf. My eyes finally found a face and I took this time around to examine the detail surrounding his guarded dark eyes.

I took in everything from the ridiculously large hat, to the sharp goatee that had gone gray with age. The crows feet that marked his eyes were a tell-tale sign that he had smiled often, and liver spots that tainted his sunken cheeks a sign that he had also suffered.

However, looking at the man now I was unable to detect either one of those emotions. He kept a stone face complete with hard eyes and a grim mouth pressed into a strained line. The Hokage meant business.

Using every ounce of will power I had left I looked directly in his eyes once again, hoping he wasn't going to deem me a freak and burn me to the stake. I know probably would have.

"Child" He repeated. "Do you know who I am?"

I gave a sharp nod, maybe a little too fast than I would have liked.

"Then I presume that you know of your location? This village to be exact."

I gave another sharp nod.

"I see." The robed elder hummed absentmindedly. I forced myself to blink. The words that came next out of the village leader's mouth I would forever remember.

"Child, what is your name?"

I furrowed my brows into a delicate frown, couldn't he just ask my nurse?

To make my thoughts better understood I glanced over to where Oyone-chan cowered a good distance in the back, as far as the room space would allow her to be from this Danzo man. All four of my elderly guests followed my gaze to the aforementioned nurse. Blinking twice at the attention she had suddenly garnered for herself, the teen's chakra gave another nervous twist.

"A-ano, Hokage-sama, I along w-with the rest of the h-hospital personnel are n-not permitted access to the details of h-her status, um, e-even the knowledge of her medical condition we h-had to find out f-for ourselves, um..." She fidgeted under the eyes of the seniors around her.

"Go on." The Hokage encouraged, though his face held nothing close to a smile.

"S-so since the f-files are classified, i-including the details of her name, um, I have b-been referring to her by a-akachan..." Her eyes darted around the room pointedly avoiding the others present, her cheeks recalling their red hue. Then immediately after she was done, Oyone-chan trained her eyes on the tilings of the floor. I sympathized until the significance of what she had just said revealed itself.

'Wait. Hold the fucking phone. Now I don't have a name? Then what the frick was Spazzy calling me every time she walked through the freaking door?!'

Intent on getting my questions answered for once, I tuned out everything else to listen and sense what was being said, be it through voice or chakra. Though, the latter I trusted the most.

"Child." The judgmental eyes shifted from my nurse to me again.

I met the village leaders' eyes for a third time. They were less emotionless as before and due to my intense focus on his energy I caught the subtle flare of guilt.

"Akachan is merely a title for infants and toddlers, not a name. Do you understand?"

'Oh.' I blinked too stunned to nod.

The entire time, three whole years to be exact, of being called what I thought what was my name only to find out it was just a demeaning title? This was literally soul-crushing.

"Your name however..." The old man started "is something I have access to, and something that only I have the ability to disclose."

I thought I felt the cold man- Danzo's -chakra in the back mimic something close to a scoff.

There was a heavy silence that fell over the room, not unlike the thick mist that Oyone-chan told me about in stories of foreign lands beyond the Fire Country. It was nearly suffocating. Why couldn't anyone just tell me these things? Iv'e waited well over three years dammit and I was nearing my tether. It was so frustrated at not being handed the information I wanted on a silver platter. It made me want to, made me want to scream at them for being so fucking vague.

"What is my name?"

The words were out of my mouth before I had time to register that I'd failed my personal oath at speaking my first words outside of the confinements of the hospital. Oh well. I didn't dwell on that thought for long, I had more pressing matters at hand. Like the multiple reactions that flared and jumped from chakra and let's not forget the facial expressions.

A quick glance at Oyone-chan revealed her surprise, mouth hung open and in the same shape of her rounded eyes.

"Akach- I mean, y-your words, you spoke!"

Contrast to my nurse's excitement, the Hokage along with the others just stared silently, analyzing my reactions in disguised interest.

Now that wouldn't do. No, not at all.

"What. Is. My. Name?" I ennunciated every syllable clearly all the while I was flat out staring down my village leader. Things were going to get nasty if I didn't get an answer soon.

The Hokage's withering stare broke first and the very beginnings of a smile marked his features. The corners of his worn mouth continued to stretch upwards, and then out of nowhere he gave a low chuckle that sounded like one of a chainsmoker's.

This old man had the audacity to laugh in my face after I had just broken a sacred oath to myself in order to get a response that oh, was never even answered and all he did was laugh at me?

I took a deep breath.

"WHAT IS MY-" I was abruptly silenced by a hand making its way towards me in the universal sign for 'stop'.

"Now, now Child, I believe we all heard you the first time. You would like to know the information regarding your namesake, correct?"

I gave a hearty, defiant nod.

"Well since you asked so politely it's only proper that I introduce myself first." A grandfatherly smile plastered on his face.

'Yes because I have no idea who this elderly robed man in front of me is.' I forced the snarky remarks to my thoughts for now. Living and not being killed or sent to prison for life by the Hokage is a really cool thing, ya'know?

My eyes must have betrayed my thoughts because he only gave a condesending smile before speaking again.

"Patience Child, it's only ettiquite after all no need to throw a tantrum."

I tried not to glare, I really did.

"My name," he began "is Sarutobi Hiruzen."

"Nice to meet you." Cue the snarky response. I mentally cursed.

Dammit, why is it so hard to keep my mouth closed all the sudden? Iv'e been doing it for years, so why, oh why now? Damn you smart mouth!

The Hokage- Hiruzen -only seemed amused. Flashing another one of his grandfatherly smiles, he replied.

"Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you as well, Nagaina."

OH YEAH 5,375 WORDS BABY!

So you probably have some sort of idea/theory about who this OC is and hopefully the timeline an all that stuff. Definitely going to try and add more script and for sure more main, notable characters.

Also, yeah I get it it's been a thousand years since the update and yes I'm very sorry, but don't blame me, blame life instead.

Reviews anyone? Questions? Comments? Cool Facts? I'll take em gladly:)