"What does jeekan mean?"

"Jikan - means time. What is an i-phone?"

"Oh it's a sort of electronic device, you know like the computer I explained earlier? Well it's basically that condensed down into the size of about my palm." I explain, lazily waving my palm upwards to Kurama, "It also has the ability to contact people remotely over long distances hence the – phone aspect. Where were you born?"

"Veto." Kurama immediately replies, implementing one of the few rules we established in our quick-fire quiz. For as an infant I had little to do and Kurama seemed curious of the various aspects of my previous life he had discovered via my memories, so we soon found ourselves passing the majority of our time in this "Kira and Kurama's Getting To Know You Quiz", though Kurama didn't seem to like the name much nor the theme tune, if the glaring I received every time I hummed it was anything to go by.

He had finally relented to tell me his name, though it was more in an angry fit after I had referred to him as "Foxy Bingo" for the umpteenth time, even if it had been a slip of the tongue when immersed in an angry rant, it still pleased me that he had confessed, for at least now we knew each other on a more personal level.

However there were still things we kept to ourselves, for we were not totally trusting of each other yet, for example - "Why do you suppress your memories?"

"They're unpleasant. Topic change." I declare our other rule. "What's chakra?"

"It's a form of energy, there is a long backstory to how it came to be which I won't bother to explain now, but basically everyone has it and ninjas manipulate it to use in their various Ninjutsus and Genjutsus and such. There are two types; physical – which is made by the body, and spiritual – which is made by the soul, and as an older soul which has been placed inside a young baby's body you have an imbalance of spiritual to physical chakra. Something that would usually result in - let's just say messy consequences. This of course is not occurring currently for I am correcting the balance with my own chakra – so you're welcome."

"Messy consequences?" I ask suspiciously.

"Let's just say, an imbalance in chakra can lead to instability within the body. And as most unstable things tend to do –"

"They explode." I interrupt bluntly.

"YES they do! For fucks sake you could have let me finish!" Kurama snaps irritability, his tails swinging dangerously as he growls lowly.

"Sorry, you were taking too long to get to the point. Since when did you start swearing in English?" I ask curiously, tilting my head and raising a brow.

Kurama merely sniffs haughtily before raising his nose in the air, "Since I discovered that they are much more satisfying words to say."

"Well, ok. See you later then, nap time is over." I say, standing up from my cross-legged position on the floor and dusting off my leggings. Just as soon as I bid farewell, Kurama's image fades from sight and I open my eyes sleepily as I am gently rocked awaked by my mother.

"Good morning, my little snow-flower." My mother gently coos, apparently in this World I had been renamed as "Setsuka" something Kurama had taken great delight in translating as "Snow-Flower". From what I could gather they named me so because of a request from my Grandmother – who I had still yet to meet. Despite this I vowed to make sure that as soon as it seemed reasonable for a young child to speak and make decisions, I would demand for them to change it to "Kira", for it was my name and my identity, something that I didn't want to give up even if I was in a different World.

And c'mon, snow-flower?

Kaa-Chan was doing her usual rounds around the house, checking up on all the maids, waking up my loud cousins and checking my father had all the essentials he needed for another day of sealing and leading the Clan. My parents seemed to be the respective Clan Heads of the Uzumaki Clan and as such, a lot of the time I was referred to as Hime – or princess, another thing I was sure to correct when it would be feasible for me to speak.

So my days passed slowly between naps where I would talk to Kurama and being carried around in my mother's arms, or sometimes passed to my boisterous cousins, however they tended to be loud and somewhat annoying so it wouldn't be long before I would cry my protest and eventually be rescued by my father.

My father seemed to understand me the most, even if there wasn't much I could communicate in this form, he seemed to understand that I was definitely more perceptive than most children my age and as a result when he spoke to me it was with a level of respect more befitting of a fellow comrade. He would often cradle me in his lap between Clan meetings and think aloud to himself whilst using me as a sound wall. During these times I would sit quietly within his lap, absorbing everything he said and noting the words and phrases I would need to get Kurama to translate later. As a result of this I got to learn many of the inner workings of the Clan, such as the fact that the Council had been furious that my father had decided to seal Kurama within me and not some other preselected kid called "Jurō". Apparently he was the son of one of the Council members and the boy they all were petitioning to be the next Clan head, for though I was of direct lineage the fact that I was a girl "was completely unacceptable!" for "the Uzumakis can't be led by a female!"

This was something my father greatly disagreed with, for he felt that not only would a female leader bring a great positive change to the Uzumakis and hopefully the Shinobi World as a whole, he also, as any proud father would, wanted his child to succeed his legacy hence for me to lead the clan.

That and he told me Jurō was a spoilt brat. Something that lead me to gurgling my amusement in response, "Arh, you understand everything I say don't you little Setsi? Remind me to watch my language in front of you and don't repeat anything to your mother!" my father had laughed. Giving my nose a gentle tap whilst I merely grinned, or as best as I could with my chubby baby cheeks.

Papa, as he told me to call him, was an amazing man, albeit quite immature at times he seemed to be a real rebel, for he had married my mother – a Namikaze to begin with. The two clans, though never having had a violent dispute weren't particularly chummy either, so when my father had suddenly announced to the Council, his parents (the previous Clan Heads) and the rest of the Uzumakis, that he had fallen in love with the Namikaze's Clan Heir and intended to marry her, let's just say things didn't go down too well. Though as is usual with politics, as soon as the clan realised it would be rather beneficial to have a matrimonial link to the other Clan - as my father had continuously pointed out at the time - the mood soon changed and before you knew it a ceremony was being held. Though from what my father described of the time there wasn't much interaction between the Clans, something he confessed that he hoped to change with me.

I would enjoy these times with Papa the most, though due to him being Clan Head and all, the times we got to spend together were few and far between. So I was left to watch and observe. I would have tried to experiment with this chakra stuff, but after a half an hour rant from Kurama about the dangers of messing with chakra whilst it was still developing and how I could "screw it up so badly" and "end up with shitty Ninjutsus" which was something "unbefitting for any Jinchūriki of the Kyubbi" I decided against it, for one rant-filled dream was enough.

I suppose I would just have to wait and see for what the future would bring.

Hey guys, hope your enjoying it so far - few more chapters as a baby/toddler and then I'll time skip to some training and more interesting stuff ;) Make sure to review any of your thoughts or questions, see you soon!

Maddiev98 xx

p.s I'm kinda on the look-out for a beta reader, so if any of you are patient and a real grammar-nazi please get in contact, thanks!