"This world is somethin' alright. It's so different from my last world in so many ways. But that's not to say they aren't similar in some ways. I like this world, I really do. When It's not about to implode on itself at least."
After fully gaining consciousness, things were a bit unstable as I settled in this new world. For one, my memories were a jumbled mess between the ones from my last life and new ones from this one, mostly leaning the language and clan related facts that happened to come up around me. My eyes were acting odd too. For some reason, they couldn't decide on whether this was an anime or reality, leading to my perception shifting from one to the other seemingly at random. Most of the time it changed every time I woke up, one day it would be super realistic and the next everything looked no different from the show if it was in VR. Sometimes though it would change at the strangest times.
For example, I had been watching my new mom write reports during one of the realistic days. I could almost count each individual hair on her head, and yet it was still as spikey as it had been in the show. As if summoned by the thought, my vision blurred and the world shifted around me. After blinking a few times, I began to wonder if it was just my eyes or if things felt different then too. Drawing on all my memories of toddlers, I tugged on her pant leg to get her attention. It took a minute, her training apparently keeping her focused on the task, but when she did look my way I raised both of my arms over my head, a universal sign that all children used no matter the world. She gave a sigh before complying, but before she could ask me what I wanted or question why I wanted to be picked up so suddenly I reached up and grabbed a thick lock of her hair. Despite the flat look it had, it still felt like normal hair. I could even feel each hair in my tiny hand and, for as wild and informal a woman she was, it was incredibly well taken care of. "Soft..." I mumbled out before I realized it, and despite the fact that I never pulled it I still got a lecture as to why I should never touch a girls hair without permission.
One last annoyance what that. What with having to sift through my memories to get everything straight, the world shifting appearance around me, and trying to act like a normal three-year-old, I had become prone to headaches. It wasn't much of an issue for me, I was prone to them in my last life too so it didn't bother me as much as it would a normal kid my age. One problem it did bring was making me rather snippy for a toddler. I usually kept to myself when I had one, so again it was rarely a problem. On occasion though, I would talk back to mom or Hana and wind up in trouble. Most commonly this was a lecture from mom or a scolding from Hana. Other times when they were busy I would simply be forced to study and wasn't allowed to play outside. I didn't let them know it, but I liked the second one as it let me practice reading without having to play the normal kid role. The only one who knew that was Kuromaru, cause he was the one left to watch me, but I had asked him not to tell anyone and he seemed to be humoring me.
I was being subjected to the former today, unfortunately. I had been watching Hana train her chakra control in the back yard with another kid, a boy a couple years older than her, when he fumbled on a simple step and mess up Hana's focus too. Now, the whole time I had been watching them the world had been flickering from normal to anime and back, so my nerves were fried for the day. Sure in the knowledge that neither could hear me from this distance, I had mumbled a quiet "Idiot.." Under my breath. And I was right, neither of them heard me! But mom had walked outside to give them instructions the moment I had said that, leading to my current predicament. I was seated in a wooden stool as she went on and on about... something. To be honest I stopped listening about an hour ago. I still have a headache from earlier, though the world had stopped shifting and was normal again, and her yelling was definitely not helping.
When she turned her back I flicked my eyes over to the window, watching the snowflakes drift through the chilly December air. I could tell that she was starting to worry about me, she and Hana both. I knew that one day that worry would turn into suspicion, but I don't know for sure when. 'I do know one thing for sure though.' I thought as the world shifted once again.
'The world needs to make up its mind whether it's real or fake!'