A/N: Hey guys! I'm really thankful for you guys taking an interest in this fic! In case you guys didn't know, I did happen to add onto the prologue, so I'd recommend going on back and rereading it so that it can give you all more on insight on Seki before we dive into the story a little more. Though I'm sure most of you have already read it after the update, I wanted to let the ones who haven't know!

Now then, let's get onto the story! ─ ONWARDS!

CHAPTER 01.1

Around the time that I was one month old, I swear, with absolute certainty, that I had a newfound respect for babies. I would've never guessed just how exhausting it would be to muster up any effort to do just about ANYTHING besides sleep all of the time. I remember hating the feeling of being so damn helpless, especially because I had things I needed to figure out!

So when my new-found 'parents' were finally allowed to take me back 'home' from the hospital, I realized that I was no longer in immediate danger of dying from just breathing. I then decided that I wasn't going to laze around and act my age, so everyday from that point on, I tried my damnedest to sit my chubby little ass up when I was alone, left in my crib. The effort it took to concentrate long enough to do so, though, was beyond discouraging. However, I was a stubborn little shit, so I didn't give up and just kept trying. So what if it took an entire month before I finally managed to do it? It was still forward progress, and I was damn pleased with myself.

However, that changed when I heard my new parents gasp from the doorway of my nursery.

At first, I was nervous because, fuck, I'd been caught, but I was also giddy because─ maybe, just maybe they'd be elated at the idea of their child being a genius! Oh, was I wrong. The ugly truth was revealed to me when I turned my chubby little head towards them, happy and curious gurgle sound on the tip of my tongue. The noise died in my throat as I was met with the slightly blurry image of my mother wrapped in, what I vaguely recognized as, my father's arm. Behind the couple, a group of others, that could've been elderly people, stared at me for a few moments before they began to whisper amongst themselves almost fervently.

I didn't need 100% vision to know that Mother was silently sobbing into Father's chest─ her shaking shoulders giving her away─ while he, himself, pointedly scowled at the air as if it had personally offended him. I couldn't hear anything that the group behind them might've been speaking about, but with the way their eyes glinted, as if they'd won the lottery when they looked at me, I knew that my future had just been snatched away from me and it was no longer just my own.

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... Close... Close by... Target approaching...
... Must calm down... Can't jeopardize position...
... Mission failure... Unacceptable... Must succeed...

I closed my eyes and silently inhaled through my nose, my muscles burning from the position my body sat poised in. My heartbeat slowed down to a crawl and any tension my body held was forced out while I calmed my nerves. With my weapon of choice perched between my teeth and my target slowly approaching, I opened my eyes and determinedly set my jaw; waiting and waiting as my ears strained to pick up any and all of the sounds around me. I could hear the target closing in on me, but I knew that I was safe because they didn't know where that I was because I was just outside of their line of sight. They had to keep advancing if they wanted to find me.

It was only a few moments later when I heard their footsteps from beneath me.

I wrapped my arms around their neck, clinging to their upper body so that I didn't fall to the ground. My target cried out in shock upon my impact before they reached up to undo the grip I had on them. I couldn't allow that to happen, though, so I wrapped my legs around their chest and secured my clutch on them. I plucked my weapon from my mouth and, with a quick assessment of where I could reach, I jabbed at the target's chest with as much strength and speed as I could muster. The target jerked in response to the wound, their body folding over themselves in reflex with a grunt of pain.

They fell to their knees and then we hit the ground on our sides.

After a moment of silence, the two of us started to laugh.

I pressed my face into the crook of my father's neck, mentally patting myself on the back for achieving such sweet, sweet victory. He grunted at me, a proud smile decorating his face as he exaggerated my weight with a fond gleam in his beautiful golden eyes. I snickered at his antics before I let go of my grip around his neck and turned my body to the side so I could slide off of him and onto the floor. Once I was off, Father rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows, shooting me a look from underneath his dark chocolate bangs. I flashed him another grin, giggling at him when he relented his ploy and lowered his head between his shoulders with a exasperated, but playful sigh.

My mother, who'd been out in the garden in our backyard, popped her head into the living room, as if to check up on us. She snorted at the sight of her husband on the floor, his shirt stained with red paint from the paintbrush that now laid at my feet while I stood over him with a victorious smile. Her eyes drifted over to me and she flashed me a wink, her dark eyes glinting mischievously.

"Did I miss something?" She asked us, failing to hide her amusement.

I beamed and threw myself onto my father's torso as if that'd answer her question. My father groaned at the impact, but he took it like a champ.

Father chuckled, shaking his head side to side in amusement as Mother outright laughed at my actions. My grin grew even more, since I was elated to have both my mother and father acknowledge me.

Suddenly, there was a knock on our front door.

Mother, Father, and I turned our heads towards it before we all made eye contact with each other once again. My mother paused, pursing her lips in thought for a second or two before her eyes zeroed right onto her husband, still pinned underneath my tiny body. I looked down at my father and pouted as I realized they were having a silent conversation with each other.

There was another knock on our door, and that time, I threw caution to the wind because my parents certainly weren't going to.

I scrambled over and then off my father, only stumbling once upon landing. I raced out of the living room and then down the hallway, jumped past the two steps of our entrance area, and then promptly flung myself at the front door. My stubby little hands grappled onto the doorknob and twisted it to the side as gravity clawed me back to the ground. With a triumphant cheer upon hearing the click of the door, I pulled it with me when I took a couple of steps backward and then let go, as I flashed a welcoming smile at our visitor.

"Mikoto-bachan!" I exclaimed, my eyes sparkling with joy upon seeing my favorite aunt, as I threw myself past the threshold of the house and into her arms.

"Hello, again, Seki-chan. Are your parents here?" She asked with a small grin, her own eyes showing her adoration towards me, her niece, as she picked me up and then situated me on her hip.

"Mhm!" I hummed, spreading out my senses with my chakra with ease. When I located my parents coming down the hallway, I turned my head towards them and waved excitedly as they both came into view. My mom's eyes softened when she realized that it was her twin sister who had come to see them.

"Hello, Uchiha-sama," My father greeted, lowering his upper body into a polite bow, while my mother sent Mikoto a polite head bow in respect for her position.

Mikoto sighed as the ends of her lips dropped into a frown. She waved off my father's greeting as she shook her head. "What have I told you, Ken-kun? I'm your sister-in-law, 'Mikoto' is just fine."

My father shook his head with a wry smile. "My apologies, but I cannot do as you wish, Mikoto-sama, seeing as you are the wife of the Uchiha Clan Head. By not addressing you with your title, I would be disrespecting the clan that has allowed me to live alongside my wife and within their walls, despite me being an outsider."

Mikoto's frown turned into a pout at his response, and my mother hid a laugh behind her hand. Me, on the other hand, looked back and forth between the adults while they spoke. My vocabulary─ which was advanced for my age due to my prior knowledge of the language─ wasn't up to par when compared to an adults. I understood the topic and context whenever I listened in on people talking, but I still found myself not able to keep up with any long lasting conversations.

I scowled, slightly put out since it seemed that my aunt was only here for business with my parents. I wiggled in her grip and pointed down at the ground when her attention focused back onto me. She understood my request and sat me down. Once I got my feet underneath me, I ran back down the hallway, making a right turn at the split off. My mother called after me, something about no running in the house, so I replied with a half-hearted apology. I slid to a stop infront of the corridor that led to my room, and stared at the ajar door at the end of the hall. Making a quick mental note that I really needed to start closing my door all the way, instead of half-shut like it was, I slowed down and entered with practiced ease. I shut the door behind me before I took a deep breath and turned around to survey my room and take in the finer details of it.

My ceiling was painted a dark purple that looked almost black in contrast of the bright, pale sky blue that painted my walls. The carpet underneath my tiny feet was a deep crimson, similar to magenta, and the door behind me was white. The ceiling was decorated in glow-in-the-dark stars, though I couldn't tell if they were similar to the kind from my first life or not, and my walls were sparsely decorated. My bed was all white besides the pillows, which matched the carpet in color, and the quilt that was decorated with the Uchiha Clan Symbol.

The symbol also decorated most things in the house and around the entire compound. Imagine the freakout I had when I was brought home and was surrounded by Uchiwa fans! I'm serious, it was everywhere I looked.

I sighed and shook my head, almost as if trying to dislodge that train of thought. I gazed around my room once more before my eyes settled onto the drawing pad that sat on the chest at the end of my bed. I got the pad for a birthday present when my parents found out that I used a scroll as drawing paper once. That was a fun time.

I walked across my room and snatched my pad from where it rested, placing it under my arm for the time being as I quickly released the locks on said chest and then reached in. Upon finding the box of charcoal sticks that I used the most for my drawings, I pulled them out of their hiding place and closed the chest back up. I crawled onto my bed with my materials, and then flopped down into a comfortable position; which just so happened to be me laying down on my stomach, with my knees bent and my ankles swaying back and forth in the air.

After a moment, I decided to cast my senses out once again and, within seconds, located all three of the adult's signatures just hovering in the living room. I didn't know the reason behind my aunt's visit, but I had a sneaking suspicion that she came over so that she could inform my parents of some type of developments that had happened within the clan. However, I just couldn't seem to fathom why.

I thought that my family had no importance here? So why is Mikoto here, talking to my mom? Was she an important member of the clan? Were we important people within these compound walls? What the heck did I get myself into?

I brushed those thoughts aside when a mild migraine formed between my temples. With a quiet sigh that released the tension in my body, I grabbed a charcoal stick and twirled it around my dainty fingers while I mulled over what I wanted to draw. When I found my answer, I flipped open my sketch pad with a huge grin and then set to work. I started out with the head shape, and then added in the extra needed features and body with a snicker.

When I finished, I put my charcoal back into the box and then placed my hands on either side of my drawing pad. I propped myself up and straightened my arms out, which allowed me to look down at my masterpiece. I wasn't a horrible artist in my past life, but the raw ability and skill I posses this time around made the meager art skill that I had back then into trash when the two art compared. I couldn't stop the second snicker from leaving my mouth as I gazed at sharp eyes, long hair in a ponytail, and a serious expression. Since he's always been one of my favorites, I'm glad I was able to capture his natural beauty in my art. I just really hoped that no one ever stumbles upon this book, since I figured it'd be hard to explain why it was filled with either things that this world has never seen nor heard of, as well as events that I had no right knowing about.

I also really didn't want to go into details about why I had pages upon pages filled with drawn portraits of people who may or may not have been born yet; especially him.