Hi! I'm back! I updated Yukiko like I promised, whoa! How on earth did this story get so may Favs and follows?
I am just...
Amazed? Yes... Amazed
I am so grateful that you guys like this story so much! so I hope you guys like this chapter
Read?
Interesting fact about me and Naruto: I have never watched Naruto English dubbed, all my friends have but I haven't.
I wonder what Naruto sounds in English?
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Seriously I don't.
What is a Yukiko?
Zoe stared at the lady speaking absolute gibberish to her. The eleven year old (stuck in baby's body) did not seem to understand the woman whilst she tried tilting her head to see well. However she was still a few days born and her body refused to respond to her request as her head was numb.
In other words, her head was bobbing about like a doll's own.
Warmth spread throughout from the back of her head, Zoe realized the woman had used her palm to support her. The baby felt her being put on a shoulder and patted before she and lady began to lower her.
On a chair.
Zoe was still upset about being reborn: she could have continued wailing, however something just felt off. That was the reason she kept mute and stared at the lady with keen interest, the baby watched as her body was kept in a proportional position facing upwards. The lady seemed to be surprised Zoe had kept quiet whilst she put her hand into the top part of her shirt as the baby' eyes widened.
No! NO! NO!
She was not getting breastfeed by a stranger. Zoë knew breast milk was very important for a baby as it contained antibiotic and nutrients essential for a baby's growth but she didn't freaking care. She would rather grow up in this world weak and feeble than to have that thing stuck in her mouth.
Zoe knew babies could squirm so that was exactly what she did as the baby shook her body relentlessly to stop the lady. The woman (who looked annoyed at this point) did not back down as she stuck it into Zoe's mouth.
Inside, Zoë mentally screamed.
Outside the baby wailed in a high pitch scream that echoed throughout the room, she wailed even when she was breastfed and even when the lady stopped and propped her upwards.
Zoe had never felt so disgusted, she felt like screaming the head off at the person who did it to her: that was considered childish but Zoe didn't care because if you ever got that thing stuck in your mouth, you would scream in your loudest voice.
Zoe knew the lady was annoyed as she gritted her teeth; her hold on Zoe became tighter and forced and she was shaking with anger. Zoe continued wailing, the wailing was bound to give her a headache and tired but now the eleven year old just felt she needed to vent her anger at something.
Or someone.
She wailed so much that the lady put her back into the crib very ungracefully until something caught her short which was stuck in her mouth.
It was a pacifier.
A bright light then blinded Zoe; she squinted until her eyes got accustomed to the light and when she could finally see what she saw towering over her crib was a domineering lady with a red rectangular shaped scar on each cheek. Seeing that Zoe had shut up, she crossed her arms and smirked.
The woman seemed pleased with herself as she grinned at Zoe with a mouthful of wolf like teeth.
Zoe blinked.
She blinked again.
What the...
Zoe had never felt so confused at this point in her life.
She blinked owlishly at the woman as her eyelids became heavy, somehow she didn't fight it and let herself to close her eyes into darkness.
Her head was giving her a major headache.
When next she opened her eyes, the room was dimly lilted. A ray of light shone through the window of the bedroom as Zoe cracked one of her eyelids open.
She was not falling for it again.
Somehow this scenario had reminded her of her former life; it was nagostic to a degree and made the girl blink back tears.
She was sad.
She genuinely missed her old life with her parents, friends and loved ones, if she could reverse time she would do it in an eye blink as she began to cry. Her cries were barely over a whisper but it was so much that the mattress below her became damp with tears. The girl felt she should mourn over her loved ones and continued sobbing tears of sadness.
A girl popped by the crib and Zoe didn't notice, however a few seconds later Zoe found herself looking at the girl with the pacifier in her mouth. Zoe would have preferred crying but somehow with her tiny fists she could not even raise her hands in the air.
The girl seeing that she had gotten the baby's attention (with force of course) gave her a bright grin with sharp teeth. Zoe knew that she had already accepted the fact she must have been reborn into a world where vampires and witches lived as she stared glumly at the five year old with straight chestnut brown hair and same markings as the lady the day before on each cheek.
Zoe watched the girl introduce herself as Hana. She knew this because the girl pointed to herself and said Hana and then she pointed to Zoë and repeated slowly Yukiko as if the baby wouldn't understand if she spoke faster
Aah... So that was why the woman called her that.
Her new name was Yukiko.
The older girl waved at her earnestly before proceeding to chat with her, Yukiko groaned inwardly knowing that whatever came out of the girl's mouth was going to give her a major headache afterwards.
Zoe did not pay attention to the girl, she however put an effort into trying to find out which can of language she was speaking by listening keening to her conversation.
Some minutes later, she narrowed it down to Japanese.
Yukiko continued staring at the five year old talking. The eleven year old managed to catch a few words as she knew a little of Japanese from the Japanese movies and anime she watched.
Academy.
Yukiko thought that maybe Hana attended a special formal school but by the messy appearance, slouchy posture and wide grin, Yukiko threw away that thought that Hana was taught in a high society school.
She wasn't raised in a fancy school but she had better posture than the girl.
So with a sad thought, she began to think of how to relearn the language.
Yukiko was bored.
Yukiko new schedule was very simple: wake up, eat, try to crawl, sleep. The part that made her queasy was feeding; it seemed that every time it was for her to eat, she and her new mother would have a feeding war with her mother winning every single time, the baby soon gave up, and her mother was very persistent.
The two months old had also noticed that her mother had a dog that roamed their house. However she had never really encountered the dog as her she thinks her mother seemed to think she would cry if she saw a dog since she was so fussy.
She was right anyway, Yukiko did not hate dogs but she was sure the dog would upset her; it was a dog, who could blame it for its lack of knowledge? That was why anytime she was taken out of her crib and nursery into another room she would keep her eyes peeled for the dog.
The setting of the home was traditional but with a few modern aspects such as a Television, Indoor plumping and fans with an electrical cooker. Unfortunately there were no computers and probably no internet.
Boo!
The baby yawned and squeezed her fists.
She did not like being a baby, she had to relearn everything, and she means everything such as crawling, talking, standing, and walking even learning how to use the toilet and so on. She was so sick of this life.
Yukiko lay down in her crib counting how many boxes she saw on the ceiling. The room was erringly quiet which was normal to the baby as she assumed her mother thought she was sleeping and left her alone in the nursery.
A creak was heard and Yukiko turned around to see who it was and grinned immensely when she recognized the person. It was Hana and she poked her head through the small space she opened. The older girl seeing she had caught her younger sister attention grinned as well before looking behind her and announcing cheerily to someone at her back in Japanese.
"You...come ..."
The only word Yukiko picked up was "come" and "you" as she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion: Did Hana invites friends? She had no idea her older sister had friends as most of the time she spent it playing with Yukiko or somewhere else.
Hana opened the door slowly as three puppies ran inside. Yukiko was shocked: she had no idea her sister had so many puppies as her older sister bent down and patted them affectionately. When she stood up straight she made a beeline to Yukiko's crib and tickled her good naturedly.
The baby laughed and smiled a toothless grin to the girl. The older girl bent down and picked her up, her hands enclosing the baby's small and frail body. She squatted and set Yukiko on her lap.
"...sister, Kiko-chan." she declared with pride to the three dogs opposite her. Kiko-chan was the nickname Hana had formed for the child even if she was a baby. Yukiko glanced at her older sister: why was she talking to the dogs like that? Didn't she know that dogs couldn't understand Japanese or any language that Humans could speak?
The dog in the middle barked before standing straight and speaking:
"She..." Yukiko watched with mild interest as her eyes moved lazily to the dog on the right
Wait...
Did that dog just talk?
Yukiko eyes dashed back to the dog who was speaking fluent Japanese, Hana grinned and patted the dog's head affectionately. Yukiko eyes widened.
A dog was talking.
A dog was talking.
A dog was talking.
What the...
Hana patted Yukiko's head before turning her around so that she could face the baby. The five year old grinned at her.
"Kiko-chan... Haimaru pups."
Yukiko looked very confused, the dog was talking! And Hana wasn't even concerned about it whilst the five year old talked gingerly to the puppies excitedly, somehow the baby was intrigued, she had heard that name Haimaru pups. It sounded familiar and unrecognizable at the same thing.
Haimaru.
Yukiko sighed inwardly. She knew all this thinking was bound to give her a headache, so with a little yawn she managed to give Hana a tip that she was tired. The five year seeing her yawn, understood that her baby sister was asleep and grasped her around her waist area and put her back in her crib to sleep.
Yukiko stared at her sister with heavy eyelids round up the dogs before taking them out. The older girl grinned at her sister before shutting them to a close. Yukiko looked up and continued staring at the ceiling.
There is thirty two boxes wi-
Naruto
Yes! She finally found out she is in the naruto world. Geez that was exhausting, I know some authors write 40,000 words and so on. I guess*shrugs* one day I will get there...
I hope you guys like this chapter.
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Oh! And check out my new story, Becoming a Uzukage: Miho's style! It's a rewrite of freak and has to do with the rebuilding of Uzushio, I hope you guys like that story and leave a review there as well.
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