Authors Note: So holy shit I managed to keep relatively to schedule. And I actually had a fair number of follows and favorite on the last chapter (thank you so much everyone, I was grinning like a loon every time I saw the number go up). No reviews yet but hey, that is okay, I want to hear from you all though so please if you have a moment drop a few words of anything in there.

I'm not really sure how I feel about this chapter, most of the stuff I have like really planned out we we will get to in another couple chapters or so, I've never been particularly fond of setting things up to this is killer. Thus I rewrote this quite a few times and am still not happy with it 100%. Its also not as long as I wanted, but it was a long weekend filled with baby showers and driving across states and ugh. Now back to full time work so, yeah.

Also if anyone could tell me their thoughts on fanfics uses of Japanese honorifics and characters catchphrases with me I'd love to hear about them. I'm not sure how many times I went between writing Kushina's catchphrase in English and Japanese, and then deleting honorifics and reading them. I wouldn't really decide which way is less annoying to read so feel free to tell me your opinion on the matter.

Also be free to point out spelling errors and grammar mistakes if you find any. I don't have a beta so it happens.

Thanks so much for the support, I hope you all continue to enjoy this ride with me.

"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."

-Søren Kierkegaard

(Third-Person PoV)

Kushina had noticed that her daughter wasn't normal fairly quickly. Despite of what some people, maybe more then some, may think she could be very perceptive to things. Her daughter fit into that category of things she was perceptive to, and therefore she realized that

Kaminari was definitely not normal in many senses of the word.

First off there was that glint in her daughter's eyes, this knowledgeable star that she would level at the world around her. At first Kushina had just assumed it was nothing and that it was just a gut feeling left over from the craziness of the last few months. But no, as her daughter grew the look didn't change, it became more prominent than anything. And as it did Kaminari had also started showing other signs as well. Specific series of noises when Kushina would read bedtime stories, precise movements and gestures to get her and Minato to notice things, a seemingly good comprehension of what was being told to her and what was going on. It wasn't however the most noticeable thing to pick up, and despite all of this her daughter was still an excitable little thing who'd still gurgle and gasp at her and Minato whenever they were near, who would cuddle up to them and preen under the love and attention given to her. So she shrugged off the oddly quiet nights, the lack of screaming and crying, and just liked to say that Kaminari was in every sense a wonderful and easy child.

Then Kaminari started walking. At six months, it shouldn't of been happening but she and Minato had been ecstatic. It would of been hard to be anything but considering the proud look on her face when she wobbled over to Minato and held up her arms, demanding to be picked up with loud babbling. Not even a month after that came her first words, which was yet again met with praise and love. Still, it was so fast. Her daughter with the same face that held childish glee at simple things like seeing Minato come home from missions or training had a certain maturity and knowledge about it as if she knew how to do this, she was aware of what was happening and understood it.

Kaminari was, in almost every sense of the word, turning out to be an odd child. The first year went by in a blur of quickly met goals and milestones, her surpassing expectations becoming the norm. Kushina was so proud of her daughter, so proud. It didn't stop her from worrying about her future however. The world wasn't kind to people who grew up fast, and so she held her daughter close. She loved Kaminari too much for that to happen.

(Kaminari PoV)

I stared up at Mom, holding her hand tightly and pouting a bit for maximum effect. It had stopped working a while ago, I blamed the fact I was lacking my moms big cute eyes. Still it was worth the shot.

"Mom," I softly whined, "I want to see Dad and Obi-nii and Kaka-nii and Rin-nee."

Mom pouted right back at me, "Awww but Kami-chan, don't you want to come meet Mommy's friend? She has a son about your age, dattebane."

We stared at each other a few moments, pouting in the middle of the street and getting more than a few odd looks before I looked away.

"Only if we get to see Dad and everyone later." I gave in and Mom laughed before scooping me up and beginning to walk again, taking the opposite way from where Dad was usually training.

"They'll probably all be over for dinner like always, so you probably will."

I nodded and relented to this fact because it was true, Dads team commonly came over in general so the chances of them not showing up at some point today was pretty slim. Still, there was something but so fun about being around my basically-older-siblings, never a dull moment around them. In the meantime though, I suppose being carted around by mom was a good way to spend the day, even if it meant having to hang out around someone else my age. I didn't particularly enjoy to usually, it was mostly a maturity thing I suppose. Still, eventually I would like to make friends in my own age bracket, and since this was going to mom's-friends kid it would be better to get along with them compared to any random kid. No pressure.

We wove our way through town until the crowds started thinning out of the usual suspects and changing. The normally vast sea of people with wide varieties of clothing styles and colors morphed slowly into one mainly consisting of common themes and trends. Dark blues, blacks, and reds formed most of the clothes and everyone had pale skin with dark eyes and hair. I blink curiously and looked around at- (bodies. There were bodies littering the ground with stains of blood and-) I cringed a bit and focused onto my mother's swinging hair instead. I hated those, the weird flashes where it was almost like I was suddenly in a different moment. They were distracting at the best of times and downright terrifying at the worst with a fluctuating intensity and no way to predict their sudden occurrences. So I tended to try to get rid of them as soon as they happened and then ignore whatever I saw as quickly as possible, hopefully it was just an overactive imagination, or lack of sleep. Hopefully.

I wasn't going to hold my breath though.

We stopped in front of a more traditional building that looked like it had been her for a long while, kind of historic but still well kept with dark wood and sliding doors. Mother knocked and adjusted me in her arms, a small smile on her face that turned into a grin as the door slid open, revealing a woman who looked to be about the same age as my mom with long black hair and dark eyes, much like everyone else in the area.

"Kushina," the woman softly exclaimed, moving to open the door more, "It's been too long, come in please."

"Thanks Mikoto, and no kidding but I'm starting to learn why you practically disappeared after having your first child." Mom rambled a bit with a chuckle, "children can be quite the handful."

Mikoto chuckled and agreed as I blinked because really, I thought I had been a pretty good kid. Limited my screaming and crying and all. Ah well, it's not like she had ever had another child to base me on.

" And you must be Kaminari-chan." The dark haired woman, Mikoto, said as she closed the door behind us and smiled at me, "My names Mikoto Uchiha, it's nice to meet you."

I blinked before shifting a bit under the attention and bowing my head a bit, "It's nice to meet you too Uchiha-san." A small, bashful smile finding its way to my lips and Mikoto's face softened at the look.

"And so polite too." Mikoto lightly said as she looked back to Kushina and led us into a sitting room, "She got that from Minato-kun didn't she?"

Mom huffed jokingly as we sat down at the low traditional table and I was placed next to Mom, "What? You think I didn't teach her her manners? I'll have you know I've been at home with her almost every day."

Mikoto chuckled as she moved into what I assumed to be a kitchen, "Of course you did as well Kushina, but she seems a bit more quiet at him as well."

Kushina chuckled at that and looked at me, "Are you like your Dad, Kami-chan?"

I blinked up at her and smiled, "I dunno."

I did know, and the answer was I was more like him then I was like mom. Still, I wouldn't say that to her face, I feel like it'd be more than a bit rude. Besides, my response got a laugh out of her before she pulled me into a hug and ruffled my hair, causing me o let out a small squeak and pull away as my hair became a mess.

Mikoto walked back in with a pot of tea and set it down, a young boy with - yet again - dark hair and eyes with pale skin following her as she begins to serve us tea, Mikoto chuckling at our antics before Mom stopped to take her now full cup and add sugar to it. I pouted a bit at her as I tried to straighten out my hair again, I didn't get my fathers naturally wild hair so it just didn't look good when someone ruffled it all up, after I leaned a bit to observe the new person in the room.

The boy stared back at me and- (Red clouds on black coats what bring hurt where they go- Dead bodies littered everywhere, blank eyes staring in horror because they trusted, they trusted- too young and yet too old slammed together and yet being forced- it hurts- I'm sorry- just- why. Why why why why why why-)

"-is Itachi." Someone finished as I came back to myself, cotton in my head as I stared at the boy across from me and but the name to the face to the pictures and something settled deep within the pit of my gut. I had missed most of what was said, and yet at that moment I couldn't care less. Visions and lapses into whatever was in my head occurred but were ignorable due to usually being disconnected to any given person. It was my imagination, I could convince myself. Sure I had ones about Mom and Dad but they hadn't been when I first met them. Even the ones that I had when I met my Dad's students had been oddly washed out, like watching it through a lens or a film. This though, It was so sharp and vivid. For a moment I thought the flashes were real. And somewhere deep in my gut I had the feeling that I knew this kid. It was disjointed but it was there. And suddenly my sense of reality was shook a bit by the realization that maybe, just maybe, those flashes of over active imagination weren't imagination.

But I didn't have time to worry about that right now, I forced it back like a bad taste and let it settle, a rock in my gut, to deal with later. And instead looked away from the dark eyes, flustered. "It's - um- nice to meet you Itachi-kun, I'm Kaminari Namikaze. Its nice to meet you." I stumbled a bit over my words and Mom chuckled.

"Aw, Kami-chan don't be shy."

I wasn't it was just hard to focus on a kid that you literally just had flashbacks (flashforwards?) about. I looked back up and between everyone before giving my nicest smile because it's okay, I could handle this and deal with all that other crap later. I could figure this out.

I hoped.