After learning that I had already spoken my first words without his presence my father began acting more childish than usual. He would send my mother weak glares to which she responded by sending him a mocking smile. I decided, the first time this happened, that my parents were the most amusing people I ever had the pleasure of meeting. That must have been the reason that had so many friends.
My father would follow me around all day when he didn't have to work or the entire night before I was tucked in when he came home from work. I didn't mind the first two or three days because I actually found all the attention rather endearing, but when I had little to no time to myself I got increasingly aggravated with the man.
"Hi-chan~ I know you can talk! Please say something to your dear old dad? I'll give you candy~" His voice was an octave higher than normal and I was getting more and more annoyed with him.
My mother was at work leaving me to be pestered by my immature father. I was practicing my writing by copying small words that I could read from a book my mother was always reading. My father, however, had different plans. He continued whining at me to talk to him and after twenty long minutes I had enough.
I slowly dipped the brush into the small ink-well, managing to get quite a bit of the black liquid onto the brush, before turning to my father. It was a good thing that my father had a one track mind because he paid no attention to the sudden shift in the atmosphere, he didn't even realize that he held my full attention now.
"Hi-chan~"
"Tou-san is annoying. Silence." My voice was flat, but still annoyingly high-pitched as I swiped the brush under his nose, effectively giving him an ink mustache.
I turned back to my work, a smile of satisfaction on my face. The silence the filled the room was welcomed by me as I continued writing down several more words.
"That's not nice at all. First you give me an ink-stache, then you go back to working like it never happened." His voice made me blink slightly as I felt his finger move over the space between my eyebrows were, followed by a cool sensation.
'He gave me an ink uni-brow.'
In retaliation I gingerly wrapped my pudgy fingers around the ink-well, turning to splash it in his face. For several minutes we both sat in silence, waiting for the others reaction.
"Can I get a head start?"
"You're gonna need it with those stubby legs of yours."
When my mother got home only to find both me and my father covered in ink… Let's just say she wasn't too amused. I only got a stern talking to, seeing as how I was only a child who didn't know any better (as far as they knew anyway). My father, on the other hand, was on the receiving end of a harsh glare for the rest of the night and after dinner it was his responsibility to clean up the ink as well as the kitchen.
I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Age 4
The past three years of my life I accomplished several more things and made many interesting discoveries. I officially learned how to read and write, and my speech had such eloquence that could put some adults to shame. I also learned how to get up and down the stairs shortly after, being picked up makes me feel utterly helpless.
I was also called a genius, which made me feel bad since I was technically cheating. I mean seriously, I'm a nineteen year old in a four-year olds body. I'd kill myself if I wasn't a considered a genius at this age.
I know now what I look like, which I find slightly amusing since I didn't think to look in the mirror until recently. I literally never thought about my appearance for the first three years of my life. So on with the description.
My hair is rather short, not even reaching my shoulders, and was a mousey brown color.I inherited Mothers large eyes, however, mines were a forest green. I was only slightly pale, falling into a nice shade between Fathers tan skin tone and Mothers fair skin tone. As for my entire appearance I was fairly average, I could probably be mistaken for a background character in a t.v. show or something.
I also found out something amazing and unbelievable. Did any of you know that ninja's existed? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't. OH, and all the people who come to visit Mother and Father are actually ninja who became close to my parents because 1) they went to the Academy together (the freakin' Ninja Academy!) or 2) they visit the Ninja Tool Shop so much that they become friends with my parents. Also, my parents own the Ninja Tool Shop and are well-known throughout the entire freakin' village. So naturally I am known throughout the entire freakin' village. I'm somewhat of a celebrity. Well, maybe I'm being a bit conceited. I'm actually acquaintances with nearly half of the children whose parents are ninja's. Exciting.
I do actually have three friends though, and they are an odd group. Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akimichi, and Ino Yamanaka.
"Deki-chan, put on the dress." Mother held the light green fabric towards me, hoping to get me into the dress before company came.
"I'm not wearing that, since I'm already dressed." Was my retort as I crossed my arms stubbornly. Damn my high-pitched voice.
Three of Mother and Fathers friends were bringing their children over and since we were the same age they hope we could be fast friends. Mother was worried that I wouldn't get along with The Blonde One's daughter because I had not one feminine bone in my body. So, she was trying (and failing) to get me into the new dress she brought for this occasion. She didn't count on me being stubborn enough to get dressed while she was cooking and doing last-minute cleaning. I was dressed in comfortable, loose-fitting beige pants, a dark green shirt and black ninja sandals.
"Deki-chan… Don't you want to impress them?" Came Mothers soft coo.
I could feel my entire face scrunch up in distaste as I could almost feel myself complying.
"Kaa-san, if they decide not to like me just because of how I dress then I wouldn't want to be their associated with them anyway." I replied firmly.
Before she could come up with some witty retort, we both heard three resounding knocks on the door. I wasted no time in running out of the room and down the stairs to pry open the door.
"Ah, well if it isn't Hideki-chan." The man on our doorstep drawled in a deep voice.
"Hi, Shikaku-san." I greeted him before opening the door wider so he and his followers could enter.
"Hello, Hideki-chan!"
"I hope you have been well, Hideki-chan."
"Hi, Choza-san. I've been okay, Inoichi-san." I replied closing the door behind them.
"You couldn't have waited for me?' I heard Mothers voice as she made her way down the steps.
"It's rude to keep guest's waiting."
"She has a point."
"Shut up, Shikaku."
"Nice to see my wife is rubbing off on you, Asa."
After Mother took her time greeting the three men as well as their respective child, I was introduced to them.
"This is Hideki-chan. Say hello, Choji." Choza lightly pushed his son in front of me.
I took one look at him and instantly wanted to be his friend, seriously this kid is adorable. I eagerly took hold of both of his hands and sent him a friendly smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Choji-kun."
"Y-you too, Hideki-chan." I guess he wasn't used to people being friendly to him seeing as how he quickly hid behind his fathers leg.
"Say hi, Ino." Inoichi didn't have to push his blonde haired daughter towards me since she eagerly moved to meet me. The little social butterfly pulled me into a crushing, hug, diminishing all fear of rejection Mother had.
"Hiya Hideki-chan! It's nice to meet you! Let's be best friends, okay?" Little thing didn't even give me a chance to answer before barreling into her fathers arms.
"Alright, Shikamaru, it's your turn." Shikaku made no effort to push Shikamaru towards me. But, the boy made his way over, slowly but at least he came.
"Nice to meet you, Hideki-kun." He spoke lazily before letting out a yawn.
I could hear Ino let out a loud gasp and Shikaku curse under his breath about how his wife was going to kill him for some reason. However, I calmly stared at the four-year old in front of me.
"Likewise, Bakamaru."
Choza barked out a laugh, holding his side as soon as the words left my mouth.
"Why does that sound so familiar." Inoichi sent Mother an amused smile before he lightly patted my head.
That's how our little group met. Now Shikamaru continues to call me "Hideki-kun" while I call him "Bakamaru". Ino gets mad and threatens him because "You should never insult a girl! Try to be more like a gentleman!" And poor Choji just tries to defuse the situation even though Ino is shouting too loud for anyone to hear him.
A/N: Hello readers~ I am back with a glorious update so there is no need to send a search party (even though they most likely wouldn't be able to find me.) Please don't kill me for taking so long to update, okay? Okay. I promise I'll try to be more proactive with updating and such.
I'd like to thank everyone who has followed and reviewed this story, it really means a lot to me. You guys make me wanna just fly where ever you are and give you a hug. I love you so much. Seriously. Love you. I mean it. c:
Random Fact: My favorite color when I was young was pink, but then I started watching the Power Rangers and thought the Yellow Ranger was bad ass so it changed to yellow. Then I got into superhero's and got a small (lies) crush on Richard Grayson. So when he became Nightwing I change it to blue. Any shade of blue I'm not too particular. I just love blue now. It's such a relaxing color, very lazy like but also eye-catching. And it looks good on Nightwing's costume.
-SomeRandomFemale