A/N: NAME CHANGE! Previously a Wiccan, I changed my user name to KyraReid. This is the name I use for gaming and my deviant art and other miscellaneous things (I'm everywhere). This will make it easier for you guys to find me.

In the year that followed, I was pressed by my family to improve on my motor skills and my speech. Verbally I had few problems. I had been a twenty something year old in college before I died after all. But my motor skills were lacking. Or at least they seemed to be lack due to my age. I was only two but I was expected to run ( which I could do now very well, thanks to the games I played with Itachi and Shisui), know basic taijutsu, and hold a kunai. I was two.

My hands were small, too small to hold the blade correctly. My body itself was small and weak. My taijutsu was pathetic. I should have been bothered that my family was pushing me, a two year old, like this. But mentally I was twenty-one. I did not see myself as a toddler. I was too scared to quit.

Itachi was four. The Third Shinobi War would hit soon.

I was home alone and in the backyard of my house when Shisui and Itachi found me. I was a mess and growing more and more upset.

Father had left me a chakra exercise to do while he and Mother were at work. It was a simple thing oh attaching a leaf to your forehead. I had seen Shisui do it many times as practice for the Academy. Even Itachi had done it a few times. But I could not get it.

Too little chakra or too much chakra. Each time was different with the same results. Either the leaf floated to the ground, or it was shredded and fell to the ground. The only time there had been a difference was when I had cut myself with the chakra. The ground around me was spotted with torn leaves and a few drops of blood.

My head felt heavy, my eyes stung and every time I felt my chakra focus, it tingled. On top of it all I was cold, tired, hungry and unbelievable frustrated. Both of my cousins could do this. Physically yes I was two, but I was far older mentally, and Kakashi himself had been a genin at the age of four. I should be able to do this. I was so focused on it that I never sensed Itachi and Shisui coming.

"Hitomi!" Suddenly there was a wide eyed and fussing Shisui in my face with Itachi at his side.

"What happened? You're bleeding!"

The sight of my cousins caused the damn to break. Tears welled up and then I was crying uncontrollably. Shisui scooped me up and brought me inside. I felt impossibly cold, far colder than I ever had here.

"Find as many blankets as you can." I felt rather than heard Shisui tell Itachi. I finally stopped crying but I could not stop shaking. Why was I so cold?

"Hitomi." I noticed then that I was on my bed, tucked in on someone's lap.

"Hitomi, you need to focus, look at me." I made myself look at a panicked Shisui.

"'M' col'." I mumbled out, too cold to even speak properly. Right on cue, Itachi reappeared with extra blankets and some bandages. My head gave a painful throb as a reminder of my cut. I let out a miserable whine.

Shisui cooed as he held me and between the two of them, Itachi and Shisui managed to wrap me in blankets. Then, Itachi carefully cleaned my cut and bandaged it, giving me a smile and reassurances when I sniffled and whined from the pain.

Afterwards, Itachi climbed onto the bed and snuggled up next to me and Shisui. I basked in their warmth and the comfort their chakra gave me.

The three of us stayed like that for a while before Shisui spoke up.

"Hitomi, what were you doing?" I fiddled with a blanket as tears started to fill up my eyes again.

"Father gave me a chakra exercise." I sniffled again. It just was not fair. "But I couldn't do it." The last few words turned into a whine, causing the two boys on either side of me to pat me hair.

"Oh Hitomi." Shisui sighed, pulling me a little closer.

"Hitomi, Bright Eyes, that type of chakra practice is meant for Academy students. You should never, ever, do that alone. You haven't begun chakra training yet." Shisui smoothed down my hair.

"But you and Itachi can do it." I whimpered.

"Hitomi, Shisui and I are older than you. We have been trained for this already." It was Itachi who spoke up. But my illogical and unhappy brain was not done arguing yet.

"But that one person, Hatake-san, was a genin when he was four."

"And you are two." Itachi reminded me kindly. I sniffled.

"Besides, Hatake is weird; you don't want to be like him." Shisui added. I nodded miserably.

Any other arguments I had were cut off when a growling noise sounded out. I blinked when the two boys looked at me.

"I'm hungry."

I did not want to be left alone. On that I was adamant on. So within a few minutes I found myself on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and snuggled up to Itachi as we watched Shisui make some miso soup. I was still cold, but my shivering had gone down to something more manageable.

Shisui, despite his age, always made good food. I think it had to do with him only living with his dad. I once heard Mother complain about his cooking.

After the miso was finished, I awkwardly shuffled to the table with Itachi so we could eat. I wound up being lifted into my chair because with the blanket wrapped around me, I was unable to climb up like I normally did.

"I don't want to be two anymore." I announced as I struggled to free my hand from the blanket so I could eat. Mother would be mad if I got food on it.

Shisui laughed and Itachi smiled as they both dug into their meal.