It was a good thing that I was able to spend all day in bed, because frankly I needed the time to come to terms with… all this. The migraine wasn't helping either. Then again perhaps it was to be expected. Toddler brains were not meant to handle full adult mental processes.
That being said, I seemed to have memories of the toddler I was here, and the adult I was back… before.

So. Lets take stock. My name is Hana. I turned three a few weeks ago. I have two big sisters, Aiko and Tomi. Aiko is the oldest, and Tomi is the middle child. Both of them are Academy students.

My family name is… Fujioka? My parents ran a tea house, so I suppose they are civilians. I don't remember any grandparents, but that doesn't say much considering how violent this world was.

Speaking of which…

I thought over the past few days. I wasn't certain exactly what had just happened, but considering what I'd just heard and from what little I remembered, it seemed like that horrible feeling that… awakened? My past self's memories was most likely the Kyuubi. Which put me three years ahead of Naruto.

So, I would be 15-16 around the chuunin exams invasion by Orochimaru, and 19-20 during the whole Akatsuki mess. Assuming I didn't do anything to mess it all up, which frankly, I was planning on doing. I wasn't certain how just yet, but I was absolutely going to see about preventing as many of the atrocities as I could.

That was for later though. For now, I was going to try and sleep. Hopefully that would help with the migraine I was facing.

..

I ended up spending much of the week asleep.

By the time I was up again most of the debris had been cleared away and the damaged building either in the middle of repairs or torn down. For all their specialization at murder, ninjas were great construction workers, especially if they knew earth jutsu. Of course earth jutsu just pulled up surrounding dirt so it was very obvious were it was used to just quickly patch holes, but still. Some paint and it would be good as new.

I did my best to look around as my new mom led me through the streets. I'm not certain there was anyone that hadn't wanted to visit the places their favorite stories took place, and while Naruto did have a theme park, I hadn't exactly had an opportunity to visit.

Something that struck me immediately was that a lot of the buildings in the village were round.

…that sounds weird.

I suppose a better way to describe it was like there was lots of short, thick towers, some alone, some attached to other buildings.

It didn't really make sense to me, but then the Hokage tower was round too. Maybe it was a cultural thing? I suppose I could try and figure it out.

I had time after all.

Strangely, that just left me feeling down.

…

It was midway thru the shopping trip that I finally found something recognizable from the anime. Well, aside from Ninja Rushmore, which did, in fact, only have four heads.

It was the Yamanaka flower shop.

Maybe I was just used to the 21st century's overwhelming commercialization, but I really expected it to be fancier. Like maybe have the Yamanaka symbol on it or something.

But no, it was just a regular yellow building with a purple sign.

Then only reason I knew what it was, was because New Mom pointed it out.

"Look Honey!" she said, brightly. "The Yamanaka flower shop! We should get some of their flowers, some for the memorial, some for the home."

I blinked at the shop. Seriously? That's it? It looked like any ordinary flower shop off of the highway, with large buckets of flowers out front.

The inside was pretty similar, with cut flowers behind glass and potted flowers. I looked at the types of flowers as New Mom pulled me towards the receptionist.

"Hello!" she chirped at him.

"Hello, how may I help you today?" said the Yamanaka with a Customer Service Smilet. I gazed up at… him? Her? I wasn't certain. Given that I was tiny, I could only sort of see their eyes, so they didn't look that odd from my perspective.

"Yes, I would love to buy a bouquet, for the memorial, of course," said New Mom.

"Of course," said the Yamanaka. "Unfortunately we are out of chrysanthemums, and will be for the foreseeable future. Would you like to place a reserve order for when they are in stock again or would you be interested in another bouquet type?"

"Hmm," New Mom pursed her lips. "I suppose I'll reserve a bouquet. How big can they be?"

What kind of a question was that? I was getting a weird vibe from this.

"All our bouquets are handcrafted to a general size, but we focus on beauty above all else," the Yamanaka promised.

"Of course, only the best, especially for the poor deceased." New Mom nodded. "And about some bouquets for my home? I was hoping to bring in some fresh energy after all this unpleasantness."

"We have a wide selection of flowers ma'am. Do you have any preferences or would you like to browse?"

"Oh, I was hoping for a personal recommendation." New Mom leaned forward and batted her eyes at the Yamanaka. "Since you said the Yamanaka focus on beauty, do you have any flowers you think would suit me and my family?"

I looked at her in shock. New Mom what the hell?

"Ah perhaps primroses or freesia might be suitable?" said the Yamanaka with a smile.

New Mom blinked at him. Then she reared back like she was affronted.

"Why, I never! How rude!" she said. "Come on, Hana, we'll find a more reasonable flower store." She pulled me up into her arms and strode out.

"Why, the nerve of the man!" she muttered as she marched down the street. "Primroses and freesia, suitable."

"Kaa-san," I said, after a moment, making sure I was speaking Japanese. "What wrong?"

She looked at me and sighed. "Well Hana, you know how you are named after flowers?" I nodded. I had been told this often enough apparently that toddler me had remembered.

"Flowers are super pretty, yes? That's why we put them out for people to see."

"Yes."

"Well, some flowers have super secret meanings. So you can tell people things with your flowers."

"Okay." I vaguely remember an early Naruto plot about this. Something about Sakura and Ino?

"And the flowers that that man suggested meant very bad things. He was insulting us Hana," she said.

Oh. Well… you did kinda bother him while he was probably still in morning, but like heck I would say that to her.

"Maybe he was still sad Kaa-san?" That would work.

"That's no excuse," she replied. "Besides, it wouldn't have happened if we were important."

She set me down on a bench and leaned down as if she was imparting a special secret. "You see, each person has a special value based on what family they are a part of. We live in Konoha right? And Konoha is a special village for ninja. That means that ninja are the most important people here. Likewise, the people that have the most value are from ninja families, called clans. Remember? I've told you about them before."

I nodded. New Mom gossiped a lot with her friends about the different clans.

"And we aren't a part of those ninja clans. So we aren't as important, and that's why they do rude things like that to us."

She swung me back into her arms. "But don't worry! You see, one of the ways that you can join a family is through marriage. And you have two beautiful big sisters that are working hard so that they can marry into those clans. Not to mention, you! You are one of the prettiest girls I know, my little flower. I bet when you grow up, all the boys will want to marry you. Then you can marry into the biggest and best clans, and no one will be rude to you ever again."

She spun me around and bounced me in her arms, probably to make me laugh. I was a bit preoccupied though.

Oh no, my mom's a gold-digging Karen.