It was a long while before I was able to calm down. I made myself sick many times during that period. I would manage to get myself together and then it would start all over again. It was hard, you know?
I had no control over my body functions, which was gross by the way. I had to drink from a bottle, which tasted like filth and smelled bad. I had refused to breast feed right from the beginning. I could not talk other than gurgles and crying. And my range of motion was just barely considered flailing. On top of it all, I always felt cold. I wondered if it had to do with the way I had died. I wound up staying in the hospital far longer than normal due to my unnatural amount of wailing. I almost felt bad at the time for my new parents.
That feeling that I felt while I was in the womb was chakra, I knew that now. It was apparent right from the beginning that I was going to be sensitive to it. The first time the doctors had used their mystic palm on me, it had freaked me out enough to start a whole new wave of crying. It did not hurt but damn was it uncomfortable.
I remembered in my previous life we learned about babies and their behavior in psychology. Their eyes were unable to see clearly until they were about a year old, but my eye sight was pretty clear. Not perfect, but good. Apparently being an Uchiha had some perks. It helped me pick out people.
Now one thing that made me curious was why I could understand their words. Naruto was in Japanese, and I could say maybe one sentence in that. But the more I thought about it the more I was able to rationalize it.
The Naruto-verse was in Japanese but there was English Dub. Meaning I could understand what they were saying, even if I could not understand any of the writing around me.
As the days went by, I realized why the woman who had been in the room when I was born looked familiar. Uchiha Mikoko was my aunt. Fugaku was my father's brother. Which meant the two boys in the room had been Itachi and Shisui. I came to find out that Shisui's father was my mother's older brother. Itachi's and Shisui's mothers were sisters. The three of us were first cousins and the intermarriage of the clan made me cringe a little.
The two little boys were often with Mikoto, who often came to visit the hospital during the few weeks I was kept there. Mother and Father were almost always there as well. There was no Sasuke yet, and I knew Mikoto was not pregnant because I could not feel another chakra in her. So Itachi could only have been two or three at this point. Shisui had not even started the academy yet.
The two who would be hailed as the prodigies of the Uchiha clan were small children right now. All pudgy and wide eyed. Well, not pudgy, but they still had some baby fat on their small frames. The two of them were incredibly adorable.
I was nice enough to let Shisui hold me. No tears and no fidgeting. Something that apparently made all the adults grateful, because I was soon released from the hospital and Shisui became my main babysitter. It was only because of those two boys that I was able to accept my fate.
Since I had been kept in the hospital for so long, Mother had already been cleared to go back to work. She worked as a secretary for the police force while Father himself was a police officer and shinobi.
While the two of them were busy at work, it was often Mikoto who watched over me with Itachi and Shisui. Sometimes it would be over at Shisui's house, and sometimes it would be at mine. On the rare occasion it would be just the three of us kids with Shisui in charge.
Those times were few, and even though the young boy proved himself to be proficient in holding a baby and feeding and dutifully changing diapers, no matter how often he cringed, he was still a child. To me, I should have been the one taking care of him, not the other way around. But I was stuck in an infant's body.
After I had stopped my crying fits, I was a very good child. For my parents, Mikoto, Fugaku, Shisui, Itachi, and Kou, Shisui's dad. No one else was safe from my crying fits. I wanted nothing to do with anyone else and I most certainly did not want them holding me. Something that was quickly noted by my family.
I was an Uchiha and shinobi clan children were expected to develop faster than a civilian child, but I may have surprised even my own parents. I often talked to myself, though most it came out as gurgles. I needed to be able to communicate. I was sick of diapers and the mess that came with them.
Being in the shinobi world was dangerous. People die like it's nothing here. Itachi may be cute and cuddly now, but one day he was going to wipe out the clan. I was not ready to die yet.
It was because of this that I began to push myself. Sitting up, crawling, and picking things up. Fear drove me to move. Not because I wanted to be a hero. Not because I wanted to save everyone. Fear pushed me. I was scared to die again. I was also scared to be alone. My cousins rarely left my side anymore. My parents probably thought I liked the two boys more than I did them. I could not help it. Adult I may have been, but my body was now that of a baby. And sometimes babies cry uncontrollably.
My attachment to Itachi and Shisui would be dangerous one day, but right now, I could not help it. I was an infant. I was scared and confused most of the time and they were always there, holding me and comforting me. They were my safety blankets.