The first word to come out of my mouth was, "Eat!"

Not mom…not dad…but EAT.

I know, I know...how original. But fuck it—I count it as progress! Although if you want to get into the specifics, since this is pretty much my first step into learning Japanese, the actual word I babbled out was taberu...and hoo boy, did my pronunciation need a lot of work!

I still said something, so that has to fucking count for something!

Hunger does a lot to a person and I was one hungry little baby that felt the need to let that be known. At the very least I wasn't like a certain singing plant named after a blonde needed to be fed. Of course, the way I yelled it out to Ageha and Chōza made them burst into laughter, because I caught them off guard (and again, my shitty pronunciation of a Japanese word). They weren't expecting that—I wasn't expecting that, but I was freaking hungry!

Sometimes, I surprise myself…then Chōji's first word turned out to be "Food!" and I wasn't that surprised anymore. Though, I AM surprised his first word wasn't, "Eat!" like me, since that's all I ever said and I did NOT shut up until I was fed. Though, considering how much I said that word…I ate a lot. Chōji ate a lot. We both ate a lot…and we were happy about it.

Then I began teething and everything went downhill after that because it was the worst experience ever. It aches…it freaking itches—and it HURTS. The annoying growth of my wisdom teeth was nothing compared to the fact that I have a bunch of teeth emerging from my gums.

I chewed on everything I could get my hands on, effectively ruining a small number of toys that belonged to me. I was glad when it was all over, or at least, the pain and the freaking itch. However, if there was one thing I'd like to say about the entire experience, it's that Chōji sucks…because he went through teething without too much trouble.

What happened to suffering together?!

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By the time Chōji and I turned one, we were already walking and talking a whole lot more. I didn't have many notable memories as a one-year-old that DIDN'T consist of me getting into everything and walking up to everyone for the sake of food. As I've said before, I was one hungry baby and if there was one thing I didn't like sharing, it was food. Though, I sometimes made exceptions if it was Chōji who wanted some of my food. Anyone else who asked could go take a hike.

Since I'm on the subject of Chōji, as fraternal twins, he and I appeared identical at first, but as the year went by, differences began to set the two of us apart from one another. It was subtle at first, since my hair was allowed to grow out while Chōji received periodic haircuts, but by our second birthday, there was no way to mistake Chōji and me for each other.

Here's the main reason why for this. While Chōji gained weight, I…remained relatively the same, despite the fact that I ate a lot. This was something that puzzled the whole Akimichi clan. I wasn't exactly aware of this as I never paid much attention to my appearance, but mostly at food because hunger. It was only as I was eating the food that my father had given me after I had all but demanded it that I overheard someone talking about my body that I took a moment to look at myself.

I was quite thin—at least, in comparison to Chōji. He was big, while I was small…and there was something wrong with that. I ate more than Chōji ever did and I was somehow smaller than he was… Of course, I was more active than Chōji, so there's that explanation. I didn't really think too much about it after that.

Because I didn't want to consider the idea that maybe there was something wrong with me. I just don't.

It was only when I turned three years old that it became an issue. The only fat I had was baby fat and that was it. I couldn't gain any weight and even if I did, it wasn't much. I still ate a lot and I don't think I was going to stop this habit anytime soon because I was hungry quite often. I wasn't sick and I seemed healthy enough, but my parents were worried.

One trip to the hospital later and nothing too much out of the ordinary was pointed out. I was healthy, which was good, but I had a fast metabolism. I burned more calories at rest, which made gaining weight difficult. With that pointed out, my weight was now under constant supervision, as there was now effort to be put into keeping it at a healthy level (what the fuck is this shit?!).

From needing to lose weight in my past life, to having to gain weight in this one is something I found annoying. Because there are a lot of problems that come with being underweight—a potential problem that now exists for me, in this life, thanks to my fast metabolism. Whoever said having a fast metabolism was a blessing has no idea about the troubles of gaining weight…because as far as I know, being part of the Akimichi clan meant gaining weight was a necessity.

An Akimichi with a fast metabolism…it was unheard of, but it existed. And guess who ended up being the center of unwanted attention because of that? Yo.

The irony of the situation was practically unbearable. The one fucking time it was actually okay for me to gain weight (and I was totally fine with that), this happens. And if that wasn't enough, in my past life, I knew at least four people who had fast metabolisms. As I said before, irony just absolutely adores me!

I don't even think this is how fast metabolisms are supposed to work, which is probably why everyone looked so damn confused (and possibly, concerned). Even I was confused because like…I wasn't expecting this—I really wasn't expecting this.

Just what kind of hand was I dealt?!

Well, if there's one good thing about being born into the Akimichi clan, it's that I don't have to worry about food, ahahaha…

Of course, it's still pretty damn difficult coping with a fast metabolism now that Chōji and I have started training with our father. The training was meant to help us adjust to what we were eventually going to be experiencing at the Academy—and yes, fast metabolism or not, I was still going to live the shinobi life because our parents believe in equal opportunity.

I should be happy about this, but the fact that training involved running just made me hate the fact that I was going to be doing a LOT of that as a ninja. Once again, let's think on the bright side, Chōko…it could be worse. Chōza could be Maito Gai and I doubt Maito Gai knows the limits of a three-year-old girl.

Yup…I'm still not happy about running, especially since my fast metabolism isn't really helping. Hunger does not, I repeat, does NOT feel good… Food is definitely going to be my biggest concerns, isn't it? Goddammit, as if I didn't have enough of that as a college student…

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A/N 1-6-15 Another edit done, a lot more edits to go and just as an FYI, the fact this story even exists is because I got the idea of an Akimichi with a fast-metabolism.

Another short chapter, but eh, decided this chapter was the best chapter to explain the theme of irony this chapter has. So let's talk about Chōko's fast metabolism…were she in any other clan, it wouldn't be that much of a problem…but she was born into the Akimichi clan, a clan capable of converting calories into chakra, so Chōko is effectively SOL in this situation. That doesn't mean she's not out of the run to become a ninja. In fact, the only thing that fast metabolism will do to her is just exempt her from learning any of the Akimichi clan's techniques since, while she might have the high chakra reserves needed to use the techniques, she'll have trouble maintaining her current calories AND the calories needed to be converted into chakra, should she need to do so. So it's a pretty risky situation for Chōko.

So she'll be able to convert calories into chakra…as a last resort. But yeah, moving on from that, this is pretty much the path I wanted to take with Chōko. I mean, I COULD go the normal Akimichi way…or I could effectively fuck everything up for Chōko for the sake of implementing a hard mode difficulty on her. As you can see, I have made my decision.

And if you're wondering about that last comment about being a college student, as a college student, you learn quite quickly that food does become an issue. This is why whenever there are any meetings and free food happens to be mentioned, you can guarantee that people WILL show up. It's also guaranteed that whenever there is leftover food that is given out for free, like free pizza, it WILL disappear within minutes. We're just that hungry…ahaha.

So yeah, I do in fact know at least four people with fast metabolisms and they are my friends. One of them, I have known for the longest, has always been telling me how hard it was for her to gain weight. She eats a lot, but she just doesn't seem to gain weight. When she actually DOES gain weight, she's pretty happy about it. I think she finally made it over a hundred pounds? I think she has…I'm not too sure. I haven't talked to my friend in a while, what with school getting in the way.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! This is it for now, so until next time readers! KD out! XD