"The lady doth protest too much..." ~Queen Gertude from Hamlet, by Shakespeare

Disclaimer: I have never and will never own Naruto.

Zekuro is the OC of my partner, KuroAmaterasu

Dedicated to: My friends, who are the closest family I have ever had

-First Person Perspective-

'She's confused, Kuro, slapping confused people doesn't solve all their problems,'

'Oh shut up, you pacifistic bitch! How else do we stop her from freaking out?'

'Explain things? And stop talking so much and focus at the task at hand!'

'You're the one who's talking so much!'

I winced at every word they shouted. Kuro and Shiro, are, how do I put this kindly? A headache. A massive headache.

"Are you alright?" Hagoromo Otsutsuki, assuming the man really is the legendary sage, asked, putting a hand on my forehead, "To think that she would seal herself in a child, a sickly one at that,"

I stayed silent for a while, watching as the man went about, exiting and entering the room. Sometimes I heard the arguements he was having, each one always beingg wuth the same person. My vision, was still blurry and terrible, as it has always been, and it was hard to make any notes about my surroundings. Occasionally, I could feel the presence of the toddler peeking into the room I was laying in, but he never went inside.

Soon enough, I had succumbed to the deep slumber that had been tugging at me for a while.

When I awoke, the man who resembled Hagoromo Otsutsuki so much, returned by my side. "You're very lucky. Very lucky that we were able to redo your seal," he said, changing the bandages on my head.

"Seal?" I said meekly, staring at the one bandaging my head.

"You'll learn about it once you grow older. For now, you're too young," he answered, focused at the task at hand.

After a long, awkward pause, I finally broke the silence, asking a question that I had been poking and prodding at inside my head.

"Earlier, you told the little boy that I was his sister. Don't you think it's unbecoming of a grown man to lie to someone so young?" I bluntly stated, just like I would when I got into debates.

"Strange words coming from someone who's been alive for less than a decade," the man said, poking me in the forehead lightly, before going over to change the bandages in my arms. "I know it's rude to decide something without the consent of your family, but my brother and I came to the conclusion that it is safest for both you, and the rest of the world, that you stay here, with us. So, what do you say? Once you've healed we can bring the rest of your family over here and you'll join our clan,"

I didn't answer, instead, just staring down with cold hardened eyes. It took all my self restraint to stop myself from loosing it. I had held in the pain for ten years, I wasn't going to break that record.

"An orphan? Well, that makes things easier, we'll just adopt you," the man said, smiling and placing a hand on my head. My head snapped back up immediately, realizing how kuch body language gave away. Apparently, it gave away enough for him to realize my situation.

"Adopt me? Who in their right mind would do that. First of all, I'm old enough to live on my own. Second of all, just because I'm forgetful doesn't mean I don't know what 'stranger danger' is," I said sternly, recalling the memory of when Jean got her cousin to kidnap me in order to teach me the dangers and perils of strangers.

Then I heard him laughing, while getting up to grab an object from behind him.

"You look live you've recently turned ten, and I don't know how you were raised, but a ten year old usually doesn't live on their own," the man said, while my eyes stared, wider than they ever could have been.

'Aww. May's adorable. Wouldn't you agree Shiro?'

'Really, she looks terrifying to me. What kind of ten year old is wrapped in bandages head to toe?'

My vision, was still as terrible as usual, but the mirror was close enough for me to clearly see that I was not twenty years old.

"What the fu-" I was about to yell a great number of curses, until I realized a toddler was in the room.

"Otou-sama, I want to spend time with Onee-san now," the little boy said, tugging on the sleeves of the man.

"Of course, Indra, you'll get to spend time with your sister, but please, just wait a little longer? You can go to your uncle for now, but I promise you'll be with her soon," the man said, patting the head of the young boy and ushering him off. Then, the man turned back to me, "I know this is all too sudden for someone your age, but I promise I'll explain it to you once you've gotten older. For now, just get comfortable. I welcome you to the Otsutsuki clan. I don't believe I know your name,"

"It's May," I answered, closing my eyes.

'Otsutsuki, huh? Looks like you were wrong May, Hagoromo Otsutuki is standing in front of you,'

'Please shut up, Kuro. I already know,' I internally said, knowing that Kuro and Shiro heard what I thought.

"Welcome, then, May, to your new family," Hagoromo said, before stepping out the door and letting Indra, I believe his name was, in. Wait a second, Indra!

"Indra-chan! I know you're up there!," I yelled out, looking up at the boy in the tree, "Hurry up and come down, our cousins are here and it's only right that you are there too,"

One month, it has been one month since I realized I was in the edo-period of the Naruto-verse. It had also been one month since I became the sister to Indra and Asura Otsutsuki, the ancestors of the Uchiha and Senju clans. Not that I had much of a choice, it was either join their family or be locked up in the dungeons.

None of the less, Indra's smiling face cheered me up, when it wasn't terrifying me. I know Sasuke was happy as a child, but seeing the Uchiha's ancestor like this was just...shocking. His smile almost always made me forget that I was trapped in a world of ninjas, and knew no way to get out.

"I'm not going to play with those two! They always play with my toys!" The little boy retorted, crossing his arms.

"That's called sharing, Indra-chan," I said, sighing, "If you don't come down I'm going to go up there myself,"

With the toddler pouting, I climbed up the tree, grabbing him by the ankles. As he screamed in protest I carefully climbed halfway down the tree, with him on my shoulders...before I slipped. In a panic, I broughht Indra closer, hoping to shield him from our fall...that never came.

"You have to be careful, May-san, not only is your life in danger when you're not cautious, but others as well," answered a man, who I came to call...

"Oji-san! Thank you for catching us! I don't know what I'd do if Indra-chan had been hurt!" I said, being taken over by Shiro. Since I was not the best at being respectful, Shiro took the liberty to do all grettings and formal conversations.

Sighing, the man let Indra and I out of his arms and onto the ground. And then ushered us off to play with our cousins.

Life in the Naruto-verse isn't that bad, besides the fact that I always end up falling from trees, but it wasn't my home. No, this foreign, amazing, bigger than life world was not my home, and I needed to escape before I forgot that.

Nene: I'm sorry, I accidentally switched Izuna and Indra's names, again.

Emerald: Please review if you will, and can.