A story about a civilian oc x Sasuke- which would be like, the only story that features the OG Sasuke as a main character? Maybe? Idk. Anyways, this isn't even the first chapter if I do decide to make it- just a rough idea I would like to convey somehow in a more polished thingg.
"Your biological female guardian is also a man that partakes in dating/and or becoming life partners with other men."
It was such a vibrant purple color, and it made me stand out against my parents. Always being known as 'the girl with purple hair' wasn't so bad, in fact, I loved my hair. The strands were a lovely Orchid color in the sunlight; It's the reason my parents named me Suzuran. It was so different compared to my dull blonde locks from before- ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? Well, it all started when I woke up here. Hmm, maybe not 'wake up' per se, more like 'reborn'. The last thing I remember doing in my old life- my old world, was laying down on my couch to take a nap. I have a few theories, one of them being a heart attack, another carbon monoxide poisoning. In the end, I suppose it doesn't matter, but I'm still irritated that I died in such a lame way; apparently cussing out the underpaid angel will get you kicked into another body because they're too tired of your shit to care.
The whole birthing process is thankfully too fuzzy to recall, along with the first few weeks afterward. Let me tell you; being a baby is boring as hell. All you do is lay there, sleep, eat, shit, and repeat. The first two years were a very special torture that was probably designed to make me suffer. Maybe I shouldn't have been so rude to that angel… Ahem, moving on, I finally had the muscle mass to begin the process of learning how to walk again- joy. The language sounded like Japanese or a variation of it from what I could tell of the broken baby talk they spoke to me with. I'm not trying to sound like an ungrateful brat- even though I'm a teenager in an infant's body- because I've grown to care for this new set of parents.
They mean well, and it's all my fault they got stuck with a freaky child 'prodigy', instead of a normal child who cries all the time. My mother is a kind, beautiful woman. Her hair is a dark, dull purple, but it fit her pale face and made her look soft on the eyes. She only handles me with gentle loving hands, with the utmost adoration in her eyes. Her name was… Yua, I believe, and her dark gray eyes sparkled with this almost innocent light in them. Now, my father was almost the complete opposite; he had unruly light hazel hair that he always had in a low ponytail and these deep chocolate eyes that lit up when he was amused. He had a strong, muscled build; a steep contrast to my mother's. He had stubble and calloused hands indicating that he worked hard at his job.
That brings me onto the next topic, and the most unbelievable and shocking- I was in Naruto. The elemental nations, the place where smexy Uchiha want to rule the world and being a child soldier was the norm. It turns out my father is a shinobi from a small clan who married a civilian tailor- and they were perfect for each other. They were so sweet that they made me coo when they did the kissy faces with each other. Their chemistry was obviously amazing, and they were awesome people too. The clue that made me start paying attention to my surroundings was the casually placed kunai and shuriken within reach on the coffee table. The second was the forehead protector my father has that proudly displayed the symbol for Konoha- the village hidden in the leaves.
That news was a small blessing when I found out I was reborn into the Narutoverse. At least I wasn't born in Kiri during the bloody mist or the sweltering desert. I'd defect if I was born in Suna- I swear. Of course, being named in a similar way to Sakura peeved me a little- just a smidge. When I finally put two and two together I… felt surprisingly calm? Content? Happy? Despite knowing the danger and death ahead I wasn't worried at all- and that worries me. Am I a sociopath? Or was it a psychopath? I feel like I should be panicking or shouting out the unfairness of it all… but I'm not. I have parents who love me, beautiful purple hair, and the potential to be somebody. The potential to change fate- to change the world; And that kind of power?
It's thrilling.
Chakra was another thing to get used to; it was everywhere. I'm not sure if I'm more sensitive to chakra because I'm not from this world, but my chakra sensing grew stronger with every year. So much so that I had to consciously reign it in so I wasn't distracted by everyone's presence in our street. Surprisingly, this is how I learned that I was related to Yugao Uzuki- she was my aunt in fact. I mentioned the thing about chakra to my mother, and was introduced to the other purple haired woman. Okaa-san explained that in her family, most members are known to have some level of chakra sensitivity, so the Uzuki who become shinobi's are often part of tracking squads. I had only known Yugao because in the anime her lover Hayate died, and that she was in Anbu.
Speaking of the sickly looking jonin; both he and Oba-san were both really nice and sweet. I committed the chunin exams to memory to remember to save him- even if I had to take matters into my own hands. Hopefully saving a jonin's life by putting him to sleep with poison isn't a serious crime? That's the only plan I've got, and I'll be damned if I fail my family.
"Suzuran, wake up honey." a soft voice stirred me from my sleep, making me roll over and bury my face further into the warm blankets. The voice giggled, then the blankets were yanked off of me, and I sat up with a yelp. I opened my eyes and frowned at Okaa-san, frowning deeper when I say she was trying to suppress her laughter. "Okaa-san, why'd you have to wake me up?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes tiredly. She pulled a thinking pose, eyes sparkling with mirth, "Don't you know what day it is Suzu-chan?" The gears in my brain churned slowly, then my eyes widened and my back straightened. An excited smile spread across my lips while Okaa-san laughed again, bringing me to her chest in a light hug. "Happy birthday my Ran no Hana." she whispered into my ear, pulling back and watched my reaction with warmth; 'Orchid flower'.
I hurriedly slid to the floor, a chill racking my body from the cold wood. Quickly throwing off my sleepshirt, and reached inside of my closet for my kimono; Okaa-san helping me tie the obi. It was a simple light pink with white as its accents. Small flowers were sewn near the bottom, stopping before the off-white obi. It stopped at my knees, and I slipped white shorts on to complete it. I just loved wearing kimonos; these ones specially made by Okaa-san tend to be more durable, though not quite shinobi grade. I preferred the lighter colors, but sometimes she would convince me to wear a deep blue one with stars made to look like the night sky. I only wore that one on special occasions though.
"Breakfast is ready- I made your favorites Suzu-chan." she hummed and scooped me up, making me squeak and pout at her. Carrying me downstairs, she set me on a chair and placed a plate of food in front of me; my mouth watering at the sight. There were two small, light, and fluffy pancakes coupled with bacon and eggs. She set another plate of bacon next to that one, and I sang her praises all throughout breakfast.
After I shoved the last piece of bacon in my mouth, I popped the question that's been bugging me. "Okaa-san? Where's Otou-san?" she smiled sadly, ruffing my messy hair and sighing. "He was called away on an important mission last night Suzuran, and he was really sad that he couldn't be here for your 4th birthday." quickly changing topics, she continued, "Why don't we go to the park today? You still haven't made a lot of friends-``''-you mean no friends?" I deadpanned, crossing my arms, "because the other children are smelly and weird." and I'm mentally a young adult. She pouted, placing her hands on her hips, "you just haven't found the right ones yet! Don't worry too much about that though, anyone would want to be friends with such a pretty and friendly girl."
I continued to stare, "I chase them off with sticks and threats to their wellbeing." actually, that was only once, and because this kid kicked over this sandcastle I spent a lot of time working on in the sandbox- ok, ok, he accidentally ran into it, but I was proud of it ok?! My mother continued pouting, her eyes getting shiny- and oh no. "Suzu-chan, please just try to make friends?" she had her hands together; begging and everything! "F-fine," I growled out, tucking an unruly strand of purple behind my ear. "Can you at least do my hair?" her eyes lit up and the fake tears vanished, "Mother and daughter bonding time is always something I look forward to!" Rolling my eyes and jumping off the chair, I followed Okaa-san as she skipped into her room. I paused at the doorway, before shrugging and entering, taking a seat on the raised bed.
She appeared again with a hairbrush and clips and ties. "What style do you want it in?" I thought for a moment, "Can you do the two braid things that loops around?" I tried my best to explain- and beamed when she nodded in understanding. "" Your hair is finally long enough for two small ones," she informed me while running the brush through it, getting all the knots and tangles out. I grinned, "Yeah, I don't ever want to cut it. If it ever becomes a hassle when I'm a shinobi I'll just put it up." her ministrations stopped for a moment at that comment before she started humming and braiding my hair. The best comparison I could give was… what was that one anime? Kakegurui- compulsive gambler? The hairstyle the student council president has. Except, well, smaller, since my hair isn't that long yet. Once she was finished, she stepped back and smiled at her work. "Oh, Okaa-san! Can I put ribbons in my hair as well?"
"Hmm, I don't see why not…" she turned and dug around in her vanity drawer for a moment, before pulling out two ribbons colored a pretty red. She tied one on each loop, standing back to observe her work before squealing and twirling me around in a hug. "O-okaa-san." I wheezed, trying to squirm out of her iron grip, and failing miserably. "You're just too cute Suzu-chan!" she cooed, looking at me with shiny eyes, letting out a quiet sniffle. "My Suzuran's growing up." I glared, trying to ignore the flushing of my cheeks and arguably adorable scowl- like an angry kitten. "Okaa-san… don't you want to bring me to the park?"
She gasped, loosening her hold long enough for me to wiggle out and land on the floor ungracefully, grimacing. "That's right! Let's bring you to the park to find you a boyfriend-"
"OKAA-SAN!"
"What? There's nothing wrong with being friends with a boy. Unless you're actually dating one, then your Tou-chan is gonna hunt down and bisect him." She chirped, taking my hand and leading me merrily out of the room and to the front door. Shivering at the mental image of her and my father holding down a screaming child who has the unfortunate fate of knowing me and being male, I let her lead me to the park. Along the way a few old ladies stopped and cooed at my cute face, offering sweets and candies to me for simply existing and being deemed a nice-looking child. It was fine though, taking advantage of old ladies kindness doesn't make me feel guilty in the slightest. Nope.
Finally, we arrived, and I scowled at all the kids eating sand and failing to climb the playground equipment in disdain, turning my nose up and stalking away. I could hear Okaa-chan call out something like, 'have fun sweetie!' and rolled my eyes. I'd have more fun if I had actual friends. Most of the other kids tended to avoid me after that stick incident. Feeling eyes on me, I looked around and was met face to face with… Sasuke? Chibi Sasuke. He was staring at me, and flushed when he saw that I noticed him. Tilting my head to the side curiously, I decided on approaching him. He wasn't the apart of Edgy Boys INC. yet after all. Stopping in front of him and blocking off his route of escape, I offered a casual smile, though I'm sure it was more intimidating than reassuring. "Uh, nice to meet you?" I don't know why it came out as more of a question, but shrugged it off and placed my hands on my hips, smirking. Sasuke blinked then offered a not-quite-right smile back, obviously socially stunted even at this age.
"Hn… Uhm, nice to meet you too." he said shyly, scratching the back of his head. "Come here often?" I questioned, and he shook his head. "Kaa-chan brought me today, it's my first time here. My Nii-san isn't here though." he pouted. "So cute!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around him and nuzzling my head into his duckbutt hair. "A-ah? H-hey!" his face turned an interesting shade of red; much like the tomatoes he loved so. Ok, maybe Oka-san is rubbing off on me, but I just can't not appreciate adorable things; like children, animals, clothes, etc. He all but fainted, squeaking and going limp in my arms(it was probably the nuzzles that did him in.) "hmm, you awake?" no response. I grinned maliciously, scaring the few kids who stopped to watch the spectacle. I shifted my grip on him, grunting and trying to heave him over my shoulder to no avail. "Damn you're heavy," I muttered, opting to drag him by the arms instead.
"Killing your friends builds character." -Itachi from a one-shot I read.
"Don't get your panties in a twist Obi-tobi." -Sasuke(Is this Reality)
Hippity hop, hippity hee, I really need to stop procrastinating