A/N: Hi everyone! To tell you the truth, this is the second half of 'Realization'. I decided to separated into two chapter because of two reason.

one: way too long (I can guess everyone will think, 'When will it end already?')

two: the second content didn't support the title.

And yeah, that's all.

Oh, I want to thank you for every reviews. I totally love them!

And before I forgot...

Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. It is only my OCs (Ayumu and etc.)

I forgot to put it up last chapter.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Including today, that day has pasted for almost half a year, huh?

I sighed as I rolled onto my tummy, enjoying the sunlight while lazily on the platform. Beside me was my grandfather who currently is busy with his carpenter's work.

I sit up and yawn, then continued to stare at grandfather's craft work with awe. No wonder why mom insists on getting a new cabinet form grandfather, his work is very detailed and beautiful. His new job really suits him well. Come to think of it, my old crib is also my grandfather's fabulous work.

If anyone wondered what's going on, it begins after the Kyuubi's incident.

The news of Yodaime's death started to spread. The cause of Hokage death has been heard as everyone was informed that the Kyuubi was being sealed because the yellow flash sacrifice himself. Everyone who is terrified from the previous night event returned to their home only to find their house burned down to ash. Fortunately, our house is at the other end of the village so it still perfectly fine. Facing the result of Kyuubi's destruction, Some of the villagers broke down in fear and despair. The new addition in the village seems to worsen the situation. The newborn child that appeared out of nowhere and the new rule that Sandaime creates convince villagers even more that this child is Kyuubi. Fear, hatred, and all the negative emotion can be seen in people's eyes as they see the child peeking from a bundle of cloth in Hiruzen's arm. They want to blame something in order to suppress their desperation by dumping it to a mere child.

I can still emphasis with the people who lost their family and friend form this massacre. I too lost my father once. The feeling never fades, but it instead turns into numb feeling. The villager hatred has turned to Naruto because he is a symbol of Kyuubi, the fox that destroy many lives.

Yet I still couldn't agree on their method. They choose to blindly hate the child who even protects them just so that they will feel better.

That's disgusting, but it is human nature to do so. They are afraid of the thing they don't know.

Lot's of causality happened during the fight not only the village but also its military force. Many Shinobi have been hurt, injured and died. The Shinobi that survived include my grandfather. When he finally returned home later that day. I saw his entire arm covered with a bandage. My mother's eyes swell with tears. Without any word spoken, she walked up to him and carefully hug him as a sign of her relief. My dad, while holding me in his arm, give a nod to the old man. Even I feel relieved when he came home with only little injuries, compared to the destruction outside.

I just don't want to lose my family again, once is just enough.

Grandfather finally announced that he is retiring. I don't know the reasons, but I assume it because of his age and injuries on his arm which force him to retire. He never really tells. That announcement only made Hikari humphed and said 'It's should be that way a long time ago.'

Yep, I totally agree with her.

I would have a heart attack every time he goes into the battlefield if he still insist on being a ninja, consider his age.

The image when my grandpa swings his kunai and crack his back while in the middle of the fight is not very convincing.

Grandfather decided that he is going to spend his retirement with me as both my parent have lots of work to do after the Kyuubi's destruction. He also accepts the carpentry job to help out the village's construction. It's not like I want to complain, he is a good company after all.

After the Kyuubi attack, I try to recollect all of the information I know about 'Naruto'. To be honest, everything is still hasty. I don't watch that anime since my last life dad died. I also am not a good watcher as I tend to skip the monologue and quickly get to the fight scene. My impatiences always get in the way. The most I know is mainly from manga where I don't skip.

Compare to the fan-fiction I read in the past, I don't think I know the detail much as the protagonist in those fiction.

I was born before Naruto three month. That's mean I was born in July. Coincidence or not, My old birthday is also in July. I don't really know the exact date because my parent never told me. From this point on, there will be a little event until I turn six years old. Mostly the bullying that occurs with Sakura, Choji and Naruto.

Not to mention the abduction of Hinata and the death of Hizahi, Neji's father,

The question is-

Will I change the plot?

I instantly will say 'No'.

The uncertain future is scary. I don't want to risk putting the plot line to hell instead of happy ending. I would rather keep the story where it is-for now anyway. It is lucky considered that I was born as a civilian (excluding my grandfather). I can use my freedom to make a choice and avoid the clan kids.

The fear is the emotion that is weak, yet strong. I fear that if I change the future, I will change everything. This 'everything' is not really all that more important than 'attachment'. I let my new family into my heart, creating a chain of fear of losing them. And if I change anything, will this affect my family? What's will going to happen to them if that slightest change I made cause Naruto to lose to Pein?

I don't have that kind of confidence.

I am scared.

"Spacing out huh, gaki?" The deep voice of grandfather snapped me out of my thought.

When I turn to him, grandfather catches me and put him on his lap. I let myself squeal in surprise, yet not attempt to wiggle out of his embrace. How could I? He is a former ninja after all.

"What?" I pout at him, speaking short words as a child. Being in warm embrace in the middle of March is not the most comforting place.

"Now, now, don't you want to play Shogi with me? Oji-chan is feeling lonely you know." He smirks as he pokes my cheek teasingly. My eye lit up when he mentions about it.

Since I have no need for the toys like blocks when I can train my motion skill, just fine, I often found myself watching grandfather play Shogi by himself. From what I observe, the rule is like chess, but instead of object to tell the difference, it used the words.

Now I know why Shikamaru likes Shogi so much. It's really is the only thing that suit his intelligent mind, not that I am that intelligent. But it can't be helped if you have mature mind. I still don't want to play blocks or doll.

I nod and give him a toothy smile as a reply. "Play!"

I can worry about that later, right now I got a game to play.

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My first birthday is quite an odd one.

"Happy Birthday, Ayumu-chan!"

The voice startles me as I was waking up. I rub my eyes and try to figure out what's going on. When I fully awake, I recognize my mother's face smiling at me, with her hand holding a dress. A super fluffy and shocking pink dress.

Oh Kami, I know she is going to force me into that thing.

I stared at her face for one second and went back to sleep as quickly as I can.

"Night."

Yep, today is my birthday, June the 20th. I'm now one year old and I'm facing my life crisis.

MY MOTHER.

I found out a month ago that she works in a hair salon. It's not so surprising when I can guess from the start. It's just that her obsession with cute thing creep me out sometime. Hikari loves to dress me up in cute and fluffy dress. I usually end up in different dress every day. I feel a little awkward because I don't really associate with my mother from my past life much. I may need to adapt myself to my new mother's habit.

She just loves to dress me up like a doll.

Despite my discomfort I intentionally show to her, Hikari never seem to acknowledge it and continued to force those dresses to me.

Yes, a life crisis indeed.

The blanket I pull up to cover my head have been pulled out as the sunlight shine in my eyes, unleash evil smile on my mother's face. I lift my head up to her, and smile dryly.

"Umm... Morning?" I manage to squeeze out the word under my mother glare.

Darn, this is so great way to start a day.

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"Mom?"

"Yes ,dear?"

"Hmm" I tried to hide behind my mother's leg, wanting to shield myself from them, while desperately attach my tiny body to her leg. "Who are they?"

Instead of saying 'Who are they', I really want to scream 'Why are they here'. The shining Hitai-ate on one of the people that is currently surround grandfather labeled themselves as a ninja. The main reason that I didn't figure out where I am born is because grandfather never wears them at home nor when I was with him.

"They are Oji-chan's friend" My mother smile brightly while tugging my hand to them. "They are here to say happy birthday to Ayumu-chan, aren't you happy?"

Am not!

I paled as mother proceeds to drag me to the group of Shinobi that are conversing with grandfather in the living room. At first, I think that my first birthday in this life would be quiet one due to my health issue (Yeah, my crying trauma is what the doctor said to be health issue), my parent always keeps me in the house. Instead, I could see many people coming in to my house, my self-proclaim ninja-safe zone, like it is an ordinary thing. I could feel my face being drained of blood when I spot two familiar faces.

Kami.

There are Yamanaka and Nara in my house!

Yamanaka's long blond hair and Nara's dark spiky hair jump out of the crowed, I inwardly wince at how unfortunate I am.

One is the owner of mind-reading jutsu and another is famous in shadow-binding jutsu and intelligence.

Oh great.

Pu-lease, can life be any better? Just send Hokage too, if you dare.

"It's good you can make it, Shikaku-san, Inoichi-san!" Hikari gives them a cheerful greeting as they long have noticed that we have entered the room.

"Good to see you Hikari-san" The blond head greets, a bright smile plaster on his face. "My wife couldn't come because she is taking care of my child so I come instead of her."

The sole Nara in the house nods as a greeting and signed. "Yoshino still hovers over Shikamaru like a mother hen, she said she will come next time."

"Ah, It's too bad Etsuko and Yoshino can't come. We haven't gotten in touch for a while after having our own child." My mother mumble. Seem like taking care of a child is a lot of hard work.

Wait, that's not the main problem that needs to think.

Nara Shikaku, Shikamaru's father... Yamanaka Inoichi, Ino's father...

Damn. The canon characters' father.

I stood stiff as I heard their name. Trying not to be suspicious, I hide my emotion under my sleeve and press myself to my mother, acting like a shy child. I was called poker face lady in my past life. Being unreadable is as easy for me, yet the problem doesn't lie there. I can't act anything more than wearing a 'Blank face'

And surely these paranoid ninjas will catch the one year old kid staring at them with such a poker face. Maybe sticking myself with my sociable mother isn't a good idea after all. My eye land on my grandfather as he watches me with glee. I felt a shiver down my spine when his mouth tugged into a foxy grin. That's when I realize... he is plotting something.

OH No.

Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! My head alarm as his hand reach out ,but it was too late.

"Now, now, my little gaki. Don't be shy and hid. Oji-chan want to show how lovely you are."

"Jiji!" I angrily call out his name as he laugh. He put me to sit on his strong shoulder to show to the whole world with a proud smirk on his face. Afraid that I might fall, I grab over his hand that hold on to me.

"This is Ayumu, my little angel." His smile grows even wider. "Isn't she a cute little thing?"

I blush deeply. I have never been called like this before in my previous life. To be precise, the word 'devil' is more suitable for me than 'angel' since I inherit my father's sharp dark color eyes. My antisocially nature doesn't really help me much, sometimes I heard children around me whisper about me being possessed by evil. It's difficult to stop oneself from blushing when I am not used to it.

"H-Hi?" I stutter as many pairs of eye look up at me, trying to hide myself from the view by attaching myself to the nearest thing, grandfather's head.

Inoichi chuckle at my nervous gesture as he introduces himself first. "Hi there little princess, I'm Yamanaka Inoichi and that guy is Nara Shikaku, we are your grandpa's kōhai" he points his hand to the lazy-looking person standing next to him.

I gasp out unintentionally due to my surprise. "Kōhai?"

"Yes, we are, well- his underling I guess" Shikaku just shrugged his shoulder, holding his 'not-caring' attitude. I widen my eyes in panic.

Wait, what do they mean by underling? From what I remember, Inoichi work at TI in intelligence division, wasn't he? So grandfather has to be working in the intelligence division too. And judging from the respectful action of these two people, my grandfather need to be somehow higher rank. I don't remember someone from intelligence that look like him though.

To begin with, I never hear other people called grandfather in his name except for 'Oji-san' or 'ji-san'. I myself just called him ji-chan all along. I need to find a time to ask him later.

Inoichi mistake my bewildered look as an amusement as he added."He is the head of Torture and Interrogation Force in intelligence division, impressive wasn't he?"

How did he?

He really is?

I mean his eyes can be sharp and scary, but he is nothing like Ibiki. Ibiki has intimating aura while grandfather...well- he is nothing but kind and protective to me.

"I'm 'former' now, Inoichi" My grandpa hummed while tightens his hold on me. "I'm just a retired old man, raising my granddaughter at home and enjoying my time doing this and that. I already left the position in a good hand and there are many inspiring new generations, I am eyeing that boy, Morino Ibiki though. He has a potential."

"That Ibiki huh?" The shadow user mumble as he tugs his lip into a small smile. "He is still lack of experience though, time will shape him good."

"Now boys, stop the chit-chat for now alright" My mother came a save the days. She rolled her eyes while given each man a pointed glare. "Have you guys forgot whose birthday this is?"

"Of course! How could we forget the little princess here?" Inoichi grinned. "I also have my little one at home, although she will be more cute if she speaks more less"

My mother's eyes lighten as she smiles, putting both her hand together in a fond expression as she speak. "I heard that you named her Ino-chan right? I guess she is as beautiful as Etsuko, isn't she?"

"She has my hair's and eye's color, but her cuteness got from my wife." Inoichi widen his smile, his eyes soften when he mentions about his daughter. "Ino just recently learned how to talk and now she is talking non-stop."

"So she inherits your talkative habit too? That's sound like a real trouble." Shikaku drawl, tugging his lip into a small smile. The Nara's ways of mocking alright.

"Oi!" Inoichi's eyes express annoyance "Your child is also just like you, Shikaku."

"Of course, he will be very intelligent like me."

"Duh, he would become a lazy-ass like you!"

I blink at the two grown-up men bickering with each other despite one of them being renown for his intelligence. Honestly, this quite an interesting Well, I guess they are no doubt close with each other.

That was when my grandfather actually sighed. Mother only laughs at their statements, she founds the whole situation amusing, so did I.

Grandfather, seeing that they won't stop arguing, finally conclude their argument. "Now, gentlemen, I guess that you realize that bickering like a child won't help, you know."

Everything went back to normal as they stop verbally mocking each other. Other people, civilian and ninja, come to present me a birthday gifts, saying congratulation, and cooing me in the process. I, on the other hand, smile gleefully. It is not a force smile since I am truly happy. My previous family is not a social one so we don't really celebrate much. Once a while, we will go on a trip, but not with giving out gifts.

The best part is when my long forgotten father came in with a huge cake.

Whoa, It's almost larger than me, really.

I end up kissing my dad's cheek. He squeals like a fan-girl while grandfather pout, eyes full of jealousy. He then forces me to kiss him too. I rolled my eyes at the pleading expression that my grandfather is acting. Puppy-eye plus old man...not a good combination, although I kiss in him later out of pity.

I got various things in the process. Accessory, dress and toys. Shikaku's present is a pure white dress which I guess his wife wrap it up for me, as for Inoichi's. They are cute hair clips with flower decorated on them. I have yet seen something like wooden kunai. Maybe they are thinking that I'm too young, or that I'm not going to be ninja since I was born in a civilian family.

Talking about ninja...

I don't know whether I will be one or not. I can mess up lots of things, being in the same age as Naruto.

... Should I become a civilian like my parent?

Four years to go before the final decision...

You may be surprised that the first Konoha twelve characters I met is none other than Aburame Shino.

Surprise?

Well, it's not like I really talk to him or something. I simply walk past him in the market while carrying my mom's groceries on the way home. I can tell just one look and recognized him immediately because of his hood and black sunglasses I may say, he did look creepy but not that creepy. Just in an instant, I can see the box of insect in his hand. That's all.

What? Too short?

What do you expect me to do when there are bunches of groceries in front of you? My mom indeed overestimated how many things I can hold. This heavy weight is enough for me to focus on balancing it already, there's no way I can go and say hello to him or whatever you think. Another reason is because the interaction with canon character is forbidden, at least in this age. Simple but extremely important. At this time, children will experience and build their future personality, goal, and their ambition. Just like how Naruto wants to become a Hokage, forging friendships between Shikamaru and Choji, or even Hinata's ambition to become braver. I will not become a dictator of their life. Imagine if Naruto has friends and becomes weak willed, what will happen to the Shinobi world? They will never unite together to fight Madara. That will be worst result ever!

Although I do think that Shino does look adorable as a kid.

The running gag in Naruto is that Shino had been occasionally forgotten. Well, with his quiet nature, he really can be easily fade into the background. But since I'm here as a living person in the Naruto world, I do want to get to know him more than a reference in manga or anime. Could he have hidden personality? Mmm... never mind. I will just have to observe them from a distance. It will be fun and heart aching to see them grow into what I used to know. Talk about a person who said she is not going to be a dictator.

Now the question is why, during four years of my life, that I never meet other characters since my grandfather has close relation with Yamanaka and Nara? When it was their birthday, I fake and say that I'm sick or that I have something to do. My mother does take the hint that I don't really like to socialize with people, she tries to force to go on one of the clan's kid birthday once. The result is the tear in my eyes, which she immediately complies to my wish.

The good part of being a kid.

"Ayumu-chan, Do you want to help Kaa-chan in the kitchen?" My mother called out, then wince when she found me playing Shogi with grandpa.

The odd thing is, mother doesn't want me to play indoor so much since she thinks that children need to go outside, have fun with friends and come back home dirty. It's not a wrong theory, if those children are normal child. However, When your child have memory from her/his past life, that's another thing to consider.

"Mmm, a little bit more" I furrow my eyebrow in deep concentration. In front of me, my grandpa smirk amusingly. Of course, right now he has an upper-hand and he is winning. Maybe that plan will work. Before I reach for the Shogi piece, my mom lift me up to faced her as if I weighted nothing.

Not that three year old weight that much.

Gahh. Just when I was about to turn the table around too.

"Now Ayumu-chan, kaa-chan really want your help and we can go to park together after we have our lunch" Mother said in her sweet voice, although I did see her eyebrow twitch. This is the reaction when she found something unpleasant. Honestly, she is easy to read like an open book.

I pout. My mother makes it sound like going to park is a kind of gift. "I will help, but after that, can I finish a game with ji-chan?"

"Last time you said that word, sweetheart. I end up waiting for you one whole hour" Hikari gave her a blank stare and my face lost all its color.

Oops, my mother did remember last time. She's the type who holds a grudge as well.

I grumble as my mother let me down the ground. Since last life, I'm not all that outdoors type. All I want is to read books, listen to music and play game. Also, thing are much worse when you have mind as an adult. I cannot return to become an innocent child building sand castle. The Other kids can be energetic all they want, but I definitely not one of them. Sometime having an adult mind is a drag. More trouble than benefit.

"You need to get more sunlight, honey"

"But the game with ji-chan..." I whined a little.

"Don't worry, Hikari. The game is about to finish anyway, so you can take gaki to play outside."

Did he just...? The wide grin on grandpa face is the obvious truth that he is teasing me.

"Ji-chan you meanie!"

"Have fun, gaki" He mocks me by waving his hand.

OH grandfather, you are going to regret it, believe me!

"Kaa-chan, today Oji-chan said he wanted a lot of pickles in his dish"

I innocently look straight into my mother's eyes to see the knowing look in her face. I only heard a startle grunt from where grandpa is. I mentally smirk as I imagine how horrified look he is giving me. Now, That's a sweet payback.

As funny as it is, pickle is the major weakness of grandfather. The retired Shinobi, still as strong and all-mighty, is totally despised of pickle of all things. The first time I heard that from mother, I laughed so hard my tears are falling. Maybe Grandpa has some bad history of it, I don't know nor do I care to ask. Just think of his face when he was forced to eat his pickle, it will be enough to amuse my entire day. I will definitely take my sweet time.

My, my, how evil am I.

My mother, Hikari, shared a knowing look at me. But good mother she is, she plays along. I also think that she would love to, after all, she is the one who told me all about the grandpa embarrassing moment.

"Oh really? Good then. Oji-chan will be even healthier by eating lots of pickles" Her words sound hold sweetness and innocent meaning, but her voice and eye shown differently. Hikari's eyes shine brightly with pure amusement.

Now I know why I love her.

"Hikari, not you too..." grandpa sweat-drop. Her so-cool grandpa really look like he wants to die in horror.

Mission accomplishes!

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Now I end up in the park.

I rolled my eye as my mother drags me toward the center of the park enthusiastically.

Well, at least she is the one being happy.

The park surrounded by green forest and located in the middle was a fountain. Because of the wide space, it has wind to reduce the heat even it's a hot day. The park does have a nice scenery. I wouldn't mind to relax and read some books here. Children of various ages are squealing as they enjoy skipping rope, playing with sand and joining in group to play hide and seek. Fortunately, the park to big enough for everyone to run around and not collide with each other. I glance at the side of the park and found parents (mostly the mother) are chatting with each other on the bench to kill time while they wait for their children to play. Obviously gossiping or boasting about their kids. It could be either.

I groan in annoyance. I do know that I was once a child enjoying these kind of things, but because I am already grown mentally, it is hard to picture myself doing that again. With my mother pushing me toward a group of kid who is playing with sand. Damn, my first visit to the park to come home dirty with sand. I wince slightly at the thought, but move forward obediently. I walk slowly, never so slow in my life to the playing ground as I start to loss confident.

How could I play with them? Just go and say hi, maybe?

I don't think that's a good plan.

I glance over other kids as they concentrate on their magnificent art of sand, no one even acknowledge that I'm here. Trying to find a tragic to approach other kids in my age, I find it so hard to approach someone. Well, physically we are in the same age, but please, I am not someone who can go and talk to other people so casually. At the moment, I feel like I am a shy kid or something, peeking here and there, looking for friends. I spot someone in the corner of my eye. When I look at that person, I widen my eye slightly.

Whoa, such a cool hair! Don't think that there is someone that have exotic color like Sakura is.

I moved toward the boy closer to observe. He has an amazing indigo color hair, running along his face and end up reaching his shoulder. I found that the boy looks eye-catching enough. My favorite color is indigo after all. Although I have noticed that he is way too far from another kid. My curiosity finally catches me so I moved myself and pop-down to sit beside him.

He startles, looking at me with big wide eyes that make me froze.

Unlike the ruby-like eyes of Kurenai. His eye... they are ghostly red, bloody red.

I think I found the reason why other kids avoid him, but to me with the experience of twenty years old women, I know that appearance isn't everything.

When he sees me staring into his eye far too long for his liking, he definitely misunderstood something when he tried to cover his eye to avoid my looking.

"Don't look." He whimper in a small broken voice, trying to move away from her like a scared tiny puppy. "It's scary... a-and you will hate me."

"Hmm... did you do something wrong?" I poke him his cheek as he makes a small shrink sound, moving away from me furthermore.

Wah, teasing this kid is surely amusing. He is so adorable and very cute. I could be careless about his eye.

"N-No?" An uncertainty in his voice makes me giggle. Sometime children are just too worried about other people's opinion, they didn't even know what they did wrong. How adorable.

"Then why should I hate you?"

"B-because..." He hesitates and finally uncover his eye to face her. His ghostly red eyes don't meet hers as little boy proceed to stare at the sand. "Because of my eyes. They are red and others often said that they are creepy."

"Really? I find them unique."

"U-Unique?"

"It meant different from other people" I don't move closer, making sure I don't invade his comfort zone. Realized that I didn't move closer, The little boy relax and stop moving away. He fully look at me at the first time and duck shyly, hidden his face in her bang when we met in the eye.

"But isn't different from other people bad?" He now avoids her eye and begin to play by himself "Everyone don't want to play with me because I'm... different"

"I want to play with you" I give him a small smile and shrugged, crooking my head to the side in a questioning manner. "Then I'm bad because I'm different from everyone else?"

"No! It's not...Well-Hm..." He glances shyly at her while face furiously blushing red. I keep a small grin on my face. He sure sounds like Hinata, just in boy version. His shyness makes him cute despite his weird eye color. I can imagine who will he fall in love with, assuming he was like Hinata. Naruto in the middle while he and Hinata cling to him-OK, maybe it is not good idea. I shake a little about how imaginative I become.

"I'm Ayumu." I introduce myself plainly.

He fumbles with his finger awkwardly, finally found his voice "... Shinku"

"Scarlet hm? It suits you" I laugh as his face burns bright red again. "Let's play... Do you know how to build a castle? Because the only thing I can build without collapsing is a mountain."

In the end, we decided that we would build a sand castle. I admit that Shinku is very talented in art, especially for four years old. The major work come from the boy. And me? Nah, I'm not very good in art class since last life so I doubt I can do any help except bringing water to make sand damp enough to mold. We are not in a hurry anyway, so we take our time to make them. Shinku does look like he is enjoying himself and I'm satisfied. When the castle is finished, we stare at it in awe of how awesome it is.

"Shinku-kun, I think you have talent in art." I smirk at the two story house-castle. It was detail and beautiful. Of course, all of the credit goes to Shinku who shyly smile with tiny blush on his cheek.

Damn, how adorable can he get. I can see how he will grow up and develop a squealing fan-girl following him around. I just wish that by then, he could protect himself from getting pounced on at least.

"I-I'm not that good." The four year old boy fumble with his finger nervously. It seems like a habit when he becomes nervous and shy.

I begin to wonder if this Shinku will attend the ninja academy or not. I've never seen him in the canon before, so he must be minor character or didn't appear at all. Although I highly doubt that he will become a ninja with his personality. Yes, he may appear to be shy and nervous all the time like Hinata, but that's is Hinata, not him. After all, the Huuga heir has been training since little which cannot compare with some kids likes Shinku who is a civilian. I assume he is not a clan child because he have no trace of trait of any clan in Konohana from what I see. I still don't want to see my first friend die.

And what will I be?

I furrow my eyebrow in deep concentration, sink in thought.

Follow my parent foot step and become a mere civilian, unable to protect themselves from the likes of ninja?

Or become a ninja that has more possibility of getting killed on the battlefield in the upcoming years? I doubt that I will survive that long though.

Two paths, two ways of life with two years left seem too short than my likes.

I must think carefully, otherwise I may end up dead before I know it.

"... Ayumu-chan?" A soft concern voice takes me back to the real world. Shinku looks at me curiously like I have grown a new head.

"What is it?"

"Well, you just suddenly quiet so I'm worried..." He blinks at me with his big red eye innocently. Shinku tugged her sleeve while trying to know what's wrong with her "Are you OK?"

"Hmm, I am just thinking about something, nothing special though." I give him an assuring smile.

This kid sure has a lot of wit. Unlike other kids in his age (mentally), he notices my odd behavior rather quickly. Maybe I come too fast to the conclusion. He does have potential after all.

"Time to get back, Ayumu-chan!" My mother called from a distance. As I turn my head, I see her waving her hand in cheerily manner. I guess she was done with gossiping with other housewife and finally notice how late it is. The best thing being a housewife is the women information network, in short, the gossip cycle. I sure my mother knows almost all of the thing that happen in this hidden village with her daily gossiping. Maybe she knows even more than Hokage-sama himself. And that's what's scary about her.

I turn my head to Shinku who look deject like a kicked puppy. He must have a few friends from the look of his expression. I smile, bumping my tiny fist to his arm gently to get his attention.

"See you tomorrow. Next time, let's build a bigger castle."

His face visibly brightens as we wave at each other as a goodbye.

Well, that's not bad as I think.

It's seems like the canon character don't chose this day to come to the park.

Thank Kami, I'm not going to deal with any cannon character until it was the appropriate time, so I won't mess-up the plot. It will not be so soon.

"Isn't that boy you play with cute, Ayumu-chan?" My mother question me with a grin on our way back home. A super suspicious grin that makes me mentally twitch. She then asks again when I look up at her. "What's his name"

As I said before, my mother is like an open book and I definitely know what she is thinking about.

Nu-uh, no matchmaking, mother.

Not that I'm still twenty-two year old mentally.

"His name is Shinku-kun" I reply plainly, watching out for her reaction.

"What a beautiful name" Mother's smile widens, her eyes shine in the way that I can only stare in suspicious. "I think that boy will grow up handsome, don't you think so Ayumu-chan?"

I froze at her attempt to matchmaking three years old child. Please, this is not a laughing matter. I was only three, damn it!

Not going to fall into your trap, mother.

I act like an innocent child, looking at her in confusion "You're cheating on Otou-san?"

"Wha-I not! I mean... Nah, forgot it. Kaa-chan just talk nonsense" She sigh, finally knowing that I not ready for this stuff, as I smile in relief, taking mental note altogether.

I should be careful in the future, Hikari may find me a husband before I know it. I really can't picture myself in that way.

"Wait" Hikari stopped, just realized something important, right at the front of our house. She then lowers herself to match with my height while her hands holding my shoulder in place. "Who teach you that word 'cheating', Kaa-chan didn't remember teaching that to you"

Oops, look like I'm still careless. I inwardly sweat-drop, but I force myself not to show it openly.

I am not good with excuses, but I do know one, the one that will make someone be in trouble.

Well, that's want I want anyway.

"Oh, that's, Hmm-" I give her an innocent smile, blink my eyes cutely. "It's ji-chan"

Her smile darken and smell like trouble. She has her smile, but her eye doesn't seem that way.

Ji-chan will get into HUGE trouble.

I know you can survive this, ji-chan.

Current Status

Name: Nakashima Ayumu

Age: 3 year 7 months

Appearance: she wears colorful fluffy dress that reach her knee and light color scandal. She has short straight black hair and honey-color eyes.

"No."

Ayumu raises her eyebrow in confusion. Her mother glares at her and point her finger at her. Or rather...her clothes?

"You are not going in that-that ugly thingy!" Hikari manages to squeeze out a word that is completely makes no sense to her child "Not if you are my daughter"

The almost-four year old girl blinks, then look down at her choice of clothes, wondering what's wrong with what she is currently wearing.

Right now the brunette is wearing a brown over-sized shirt with black short. Combining with short hair, she completely seen as a boy, but it's not that ugly.

"Why, Kaa-chan? I am going to get dirty, so wearing anything is okay." Ayumu scratches her head. Her mother's insanity seems to get worse every day. She even picky in something so illogical. The three year old girl sometimes wonders how her father can handle her mother without getting a headache.

"Anything is not okay, sweet heart" Hikari glare even harder and start to drag her toward the closet. "I will choose another dress for you, Ayumu-chan."

After that part of speech, Ayumu then becomes her mother thoroughly yet unwillingly doll. The only child almost scowl at her mother when she hand over yet another set of cloth for the fourth time. Ayumu signed, grabbing it from her mother without glancing at it. When she came to realize what she is holding, the girl let out a terrified squeak, shoving it right back to her mother's hand.

She then proceeds to walk backward while her eyes still stare at that cloth in her mother's hands in absolutely horrified expression. "I will not wear it!"

"Eh?"

That thing... It was the most fluffiest dress she ever sees. Combine it with the big, huge ribbon, just from the sight of it makes she feeling itchy. Above all the reason, it is yellow!

No.

Nope.

Never.

Ayumu can't picture herself wearing yellow dress of all colors!

She hates it. Even if it takes will her will power, she will deny in wearing it.

.

...

"It's really suit you!" Hikari cooed her daughter with a grin on her face. "I don't know why you hate it so much, but It's so lovely."

Ayumu gives her mother a deadpan look and sigh.

Way to go Ayumu.

A/N: So this is the end of the chapter-You may point out that some of the characters may be a bit OOC, but really, the canon's fathers are still young adult. I doubt that Shikaku is a Jonin-Commander in this age (His first appearance, he is twenty-six). Trying to be realistic, I want him to be in that position later, so I force him to become Ayumu's grandfather underling.

And concerning Ibiki, I almost mess up and give him the next head TI position(When he was first mentioned, he is 15-16 year old). Everyone can make mistakes right? He looks so old! XD

-OC's name-

中島 Nakashima (center of the island) 歩 Ayumu (walk, deeper meaning: walk your own way)

マサキ Masaki (Spindle tree) 真紅 Shinku (scarlet)