By the next day, I had walked the house again looking for the ones that are supposed to be my parents. Again there was no sight of them, so I had no other choice. I began looking for things I could use as steps to do things I wasn't even sure Chakra would be able to help me with from that particular surface in the bathroom. In my room, I moved everything I may need down to my reach. Even though I was using the bathroom myself, once I was able to get to it, I still didn't have much for clothing from being so young. A few sleepers and diapers mainly. So the diapers became my new underwear that day, because that is all they were good for.
I was alone and I had no idea how long I will be alone for. If they disappeared due to Naori using Izanami on Naka then it could be a while. The day turned into a week and no one had returned yet. I was taking care of myself on top of continuing my training. Knowing that even with what is going on, I still need to become powerful in order to survive. However, a new problem was arising. I am running out of formula and the food in the fridge wouldn't be good for long if they weren't spoiled already. Exhaling a heavy sigh as I pull on my last clean sleeper before leaving the house for the first time.
My goal, is Fugaku. Even with the research, I have done for all of my writing, I really don't know my way around the Uchiha compound. But I do know the house I am looking for. From this time of day since the sun had set, there was no one walking around on the streets. So I don't need to worry about being spotted by someone I don't know. This nearly had me smiling, but the weight of the situation weighs heavily on my shoulders. By doing this, I could effectively get my parents caught in whatever they are doing. If it's the Izanami a kinjutsu, they both will be more than just lectured about leaving their infant alone.
"There's no other choice." I speak under my breath as I continue to make my way through the compound until my feet stop. Looking ahead of me down a pathway with an arch hanging overhead, leading to a large house. One larger than the one I have been in until now. Pushing forward my heart begins to race. You would think this should be the last place I wanted to go since it effectively puts me into the storyline of two important characters. It would entwine me in their lives. Instead, I'm excited. In the anime just two years down the road, Itachi and Sasuke were shown to be really adorable children.
Climbing up the one-step stair to the door I couldn't help but be thankful that for some reason the gates leading onto the property were open. Yet, another part of me also wondered why. Walking up to the door I frown hesitating with my thoughts. I can just go in right? I mean, they can't put me in prison for unlawfully entering their home, right? I could knock since the lights are on but I doubt my little hand would make much sound. Sighing at my indecisiveness I couldn't help but puff out my cheeks until someone steps up behind me. My entire body stiffens from the sudden steps that abruptly stopped. I'm so gonna be in trouble. No, wait, I had no choice. I have to deal with anything that happens from here.
I nearly nod to my own thoughts before turning around to look up at the one frowning down at me. Shock and confusion still clear in his gaze as he blinks. His dark brown hair is kept neat and short except for his bangs. The man was wearing a dark green vest that barely even showed a hint of its color in the moonlight as he was also wearing dark clothes. A star on his vest with the red and white fan emblem within it shows the insignia of the Konoha Uchiha police force. "You can't be any older than my youngest." He grunts in his shock causing me to puff out my cheeks a bit and look away a moment. Raising my hands hesitantly I hold up my arms for him. He grunts and then squats down. His large hands firmly grasps me beneath my arms yet still hold a gentleness to them that I didn't think was possible. "Are you Akari?" He questions quietly watching me.
I didn't need to give him an answer for he grunts to his own thoughts before stepping up to the door and sliding it open. Carrying me into the familiar entrance room with another one-step wooden platform that leads left and right along with a set of stairs slipped into the wall. Silently he steps up onto the platform without even bothering to remove his shoes as I had thought was a common theme in anime. Turning right we walk into the room, which its light was permeating the darkness of the entrance room. I couldn't help but frown and rub my eyes from the sudden change in brightness. "Darling?" A woman's voice speaks up just before I hear someone move within the room.
Dropping my hands I turn a bit to look around seeing a small table with kneeling pillows around it. Food already setting on the wooden surface as a little boy with black hair turns toward us. His wide bright onyx hues almost had my breath catching as they were so full of innocence and wonder I never thought it would be possible for him to openly show. "Mikoto. Can you take Akari while I check out the situation with Naori and Naka. It seems their child made her way here." The woman steps up to us and carefully takes me into her arms. Cradling me gently against her chest in such a way it is as if she thought I would break. "A. Alright, darling. Please tell me what you find out." She utters out hesitantly before looking down at me.
Your husband literally said I found my way here on my own. I don't need coddling, Mikoto. Even though I inwardly snap at her I couldn't help but yawn as my eyes begin to feel heavy. Sleep has never come to me easily, not in this world or my own. Yet, with her holding me to her as if I am a precious item as her hand lightly strokes my hair from my face. I couldn't help the darkness of my unconsciousness that takes my mind from me. Here, I'm not alone. I'm not training nor am I picking up routines to take care of myself. It feels as if my worries and stress slip away from me with each passing caress of her hand.
That night I was placed in a crib with another infant. When I had woken up sometime in the night I couldn't help but do a double take at the baby with wide eyes. Sasuke?! I called out in my mind as I managed to unravel myself from the blanket confining me. The wrap was much tighter than the one my mother tended to do. So it took some work before I was able to roll over and raise up to look down at the baby Sasuke. He's so cute! I couldn't help but inwardly squeal as I reach up and brush the raven hair that was hanging between his eyes due to his confines. I've never cared too much for babies. They were always so small that I feared I would break them. In fact, yes. They terrified me to no end. But, they were adorable from a distance.
From their chubby baby fat to their tiny forms. Everything about infants is adorable, so long as I don't have to hold them or anything. That thought still terrifies me. However, from being this close to the sleeping Sasuke, I can really tell how small I am. He and I are about the same size when I really look at it. He couldn't be any longer than thirteen inches long right now. Maybe even six pounds tops. Is this why Fugaku looked at me the way he had? Because I am barely a foot tall?
Well, I can understand that. But, as I sit here and look at him I couldn't help but frown. The anime are drawings mixed with CGI and what not right? So why does everyone look, real? As if we aren't in an anime at all? This nearly had me crossing my pudgy arms with my thoughts. I have or had a friend that liked to joke that the reason why the Naruto world is so vast and I couldn't find my perfect character. Was because the writer, Masashi Kushimoto, had actually slipped into an alternate reality as he slept and viewed it from an external perspective. Or at least she believes that is what gave him the idea for it. If I think about it like that, it would make sense that everyone doesn't look like drawn characters.
If that was the case then nothing should happen exactly as it was written right? But if it does and that is still true, wouldn't that mean the story is replaying, or somehow he was able to view the future of this world? I still have a hard time getting myself to believe that. Everything in life can be broken down into facts that can be disproven or calculated otherwise. Much like everything including people's out-of-body experiences or other phenomena can all be broken down into mathematical equations and written out in a scientific equation. I had said my being here is impossible or that it was from my wish before bed I would make nightly. However, if consciousness can slip between folds in reality it would take different levels of power to do that. Not magical power like chakra or anything, but pure energy and electricity. If vibrations can hum at a specific time to make the reality as we know it, you would hence be put out of phase with that reality and put into another basically.
With these thoughts, I couldn't help but shake my head. My entire life, no matter what I was physically doing like fighting, breaking laws, writing, or anything of the sort. I always had one specific habit that set me apart from everyone else. Research. I loved learning about anything and everything that caught my attention. So yes, I would spend the majority of my time either learning or thinking about what I had recently read. Noise, much like people talking always interrupted my thoughts and annoyed me. If I put myself around people and welcomed the noise that came with it, I would openly speak. If I don't, then I prefer it when people don't try to talk to me.
Humanity as a whole are social creatures. This is true and I continually try to remind myself that they can't help but talk. Yet, I do get really annoyed, and if my annoyance is pushed repeatedly day after day I have been known to snap after two months of keeping quiet about it. My thoughts are moving along these lines for the simple fact, that infants cry. And they cry a lot. For the first few months, they cry about every hour on the hour. This, will not bold well with my personality. I may be safe where I'll be taken care of for now, but this development will be like torture for someone like me. And here comes the crying.
I couldn't help but sigh as I lay back down. Grabbing my blanket I wrap myself back up rather loosely ever before Mikoto walks into the room to tend to Sasuke. What I didn't expect was her wrapping me more tightly before picking me up as well with a spare warm bottle already made up. "Fugaku wasn't kidding when he said he heard you are a quiet one." She speaks gently down to me as I wiggle my arms free again and take the bottle from her successfully causing her eyes to widen. Using her chin she holds the bottle for Sasuke as I work on my own in her arms. Listening as she begins to hum a soft and gentle tune. I can only guess this was for Sasuke's benefit since it's a noise I would see as rather unnecessary but it did cause my eyes to begin to droop again.
The next morning I woke with a start hearing talking within the room. "Mother, she's so cute just like Sasuke, but why is she asleep and Sasuke's not? Why did I only hear Sasuke cry last night? Is she sad? Is she..." Mikoto lightly laughs from her place as she holds Sasuke with another bottle. "Calm down, Itachi. This is a new place for her yes, but remember. Not all babies are the same. Just like people." She tries to explain with a laugh still in her voice.
Unwrapping myself I sigh and get up. Moving to the edge of the crib I nearly frown watching them. I'm the size of Sasuke, I shouldn't be able to talk yet, but I don't think they'd take too kindly to me using my chakra to get out of here either. "Mother! Mother!" Itachi calls after his bright onyx hues moved to me, he then raises his right hand and points up at the crib drawing Mikoto's eyes to me. Her gaze widens in shock again just as it had done last night before a small smile slips over her features. She then steps up to the crib and holds Sasuke's bottle in the crook of her neck again just as she had done the night before. When she picks me up I actually do grunt and wiggle just enough that she knows to put me down.
Unsurely she lowers me to the floor. Once my feet touch the wood I smile up at her before running out of the room to find the one room I really need right now. "Itachi, can you make sure she doesn't get hurt." Mikoto's voice filters from the nursery as I run. "Uh, yeah! Okay, mom!" He calls just before I hear him run behind me. "Potty." I utter out quietly to him causing him to grunt as he looks at me. Once the shock fades he grins down at me. "This way!" He suddenly calls before taking the lead. Guiding me to the bathroom.
Once I walk out, I look up at him seeing he had waited for me. He smiles down at me again before lightly laughing. "Mother's right! No baby is the same! You wanna play?!" He shouts excitedly nearly making me smile hearing the joyous ring to his voice. I then give him a nod causing him to grunt again. "Hey, why don't ya talk? You talked before." He frowns down at me nearly causing me to sigh.
"I don't like talking." I utter out for him causing his eyes to widen again before a grin spreads across his face and glistens in his onyx hues. "Okay!" He then takes off running again causing me to sigh heavily. I almost forgot how kids run from one place to another quickly enough it could give a person whiplash. However, if I can keep up with him, even with my size. It means the work I've done hasn't been for nothing. With that thought, I kick off the ground to chase after him. What better way to gauge my strength than to compare myself to one of the legendary Uchiha themselves?