Chapter 4

"Its okay. Its okay Meiko. Mommy won't let her hurt you."

Blood pooled around me, fell on me. Staining everything a deep, vibrant crimson. Above, the source of the blood, Mom, looked down on me. Tears in her eyes as she repeated the mantra. A cackling laughter echoed out from somewhere as a bright flash of light shot out and into Mom's back. Her face contorted in pain and blood sprayed out from the wound like a fountain. I tried to scream but my voice caught in my throat. I couldn't make a noise.

"Its okay. Its okay Meiko. Mommy won't let her hurt you."

Another flash. Another stab. Another spray of blood. Over and over, Mom was attacked by an unseen assailant. Tears flowed down my cheeks in my silent impotence as her blood sprayed out unceasing. I was soaked in it, warm and sickening. Each splash weighing me down further as Mom continued to shield me.

"Its okay. Its okay Meiko. Mommy won't let her hurt you."

The cackling increased in volume and the attacks in frequency. Screaming was useless so I tried to move my body only to find myself waist deep in the blood pool. The viscous liquid clinging to me as though thousands of tiny hands were trying to drag me under. Slowly, I waded closer to Mom's form. Heavy arms reaching out and grabbing her shirt. Pulling myself as close as I could to her body as I tried to hold her.

"Filthy blood..."

A new voice, familiar and blood curdling. I wasn't holding Mom's shirt. Before me stood the witch. Towering as she glared down the hatred in her bloodshot eyes burning my flesh. Slowly, I backed away. Stumbling as my feet hit something large causing me to tumble over. Finding myself face to face with Mom. Bloody tears stained her face as I looked into her wide, dead eyes. Countless blades glistening crimson littered her body.

This time I managed to scream, but only for a fraction of a second as the witch's hand caught my throat and pinned me down. Her body twisting and slithering as a snake approaching it's prey. I struggled, kicked and scratched in vain as her grip tightened. Her twisted face hovering just above mine, noses practically touching I got a good, long look into the eyes of madness.

"Filthy blood filthy blood filthy blood!"

The knife was raised, shining a brilliant red as I saw my reflection in it. The weak, pathetic little girl looked on me with scorn.

"You couldn't do a damn thing."

I stopped resisting, limbs falling limp as I stared into my reflected self. Weak. Small. Pathetic. Helpless. Of no use to anyone. I was right to curse myself.

The blade came down in one swift motion, stabbing deep into my chest as the witch's cackling echoed in the darkness.

Inhaling sharply, I awoke with a start. Sitting upright, I gasped for breath as my chest pained where the blade had found purchase. Searching for the wound I found nothing but a flak jacket placed over me as a makeshift blanket. "A dream..." Something told me I'd be having nightmares like that for some time to come. Sweat ran cold down my brow as my heart slowly calmed itself.

"Oh Meiko, you're up." Misaki entered the lobby, sans jacket, a can in her hand. I couldn't have been more relieved to see the young Uchiha woman. From the look on her face, she could tell what happened. "You had a nightmare, huh? You were tossing around in your sleep." She took a seat beside me, patting her lap in invitation. "I get it, you've been through a lot today. Come here."

I laid my head down on her thigh, providing a small amount of comfort. The shot of adrenaline fading, my eyes were growing heavy again. Gently, Misaki stroked my hair and began humming some kind of lullaby. While it helped soothe my nerves, there was a stinging in my chest had me yearning to see Mom again. Sleep beckoned me once more as my eyes grew heavy. Yet moments before I could slip back into slumber, Misaki's humming stopped. I could feel her muscles tense under my head as she became alert.

"Misa-"

"Shh!"

Cutting me off, Misaki pushed me away so she could stand. I sat myself up, curious and more awake now. Misaki's gaze was locked on the doors, as though she expected something to burst through at any moment. I wanted to ask what was going on but followed her order to remain silent. What exactly was going on? Was it that witch? Did she escape custody and was coming here to finish the job? Or were there others who felt the same, that hated my Mom for some ungodly reason and were out to avenge their captured comrade? Fear stroked these thoughts and more as I pulled the jacket over my head, attempting to hide from whatever may come.

"The hell is that?" Grumbling under her breath, I could see Misaki reach for the pouch at her waist. It was now I could start to hear something myself, a distant noise coming from outside. Someone... yelling perhaps? It was steadily growing in volume.

"Meiko, hide." There was no room for arguing in her voice. I gave a small squeak to let her know I understood and slipped off the chair, running over to the reception desk jacket in hand. The receptionist was clearly confused as for what was happening as I ducked underneath the work station. For a moment I thought she was going to shoo me away before noticing the alert shinobi and taking cover with me. The yelling grew ever louder, closer. I could feel the rage in it now, it didn't seem like a sound a person could make.

Misaki's voice suddenly cut in, "What the!? Mochi!?" Hearing the name of the ninja cat sent to deliver a message to my father, I risked peaking out from the side of my hiding hole. Witnessing Misaki opening the doors where a small tabby cat was scratching at. As soon as they opened, the cat dashed through the portal with all haste. Even Misaki was caught off by this, having to jump out of the way least Mochi run headlong into her.

"Mochi! What's wrong!? What ha-" Misaki began but Mochi cut her off angrily.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING NYA!? SENDING ME TO GO GET 'THAT' NYA!?" Raising herself onto two legs, Mochi aimed an accusatory paw at her summoner. Fur raised like needles down her striped back. I could only wonder what she meant, Misaki sent her to deliver a message to father right? Even Misaki was dumbfounded at this outburst.

"What are you talking ab-"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR EXCUSES, NYA! THAT THING WAS NYOT A MAN! NYA!" Misaki was just as confused as I at Mochi's unbridled rage. The shinobi slowly began approaching her feline partner in the same manner I had witnessed earlier in the evening.

"Mochi, calm down. What happened?" Misaki's voice was steady with a touch of sweetness as she tried to calm Mochi.

Unfortunately, Mochi had no intention of being calm. I could see the fur on her neck tremble in anger as the woman got closer. "NYO! YOU SENT ME AFTER A MONSTER NYA! AND NOW ITS COMING HE-"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

This time it was Mochi's turn to be cut off as whatever was outside reminded everyone of it's existence. A bestial roar that practically shook the entire building echoed from the outside. Whatever the thing was, it was very near now. Mochi's entire body trembled so extremely I could see waves travelling up and down her body.

"NYOOO ITS HERE! ITS THE OGRE NYA!" Panicking, Mochi turned tail and dashed off down the halls, disappearing from sight. What the heck did she mean by ogre? The image of a large, green-skinned humanoid about to kick in the hospital doors crossed my mind for a moment. That train of thought did not last long however, as the roaring continued. It was now accompanied by something else now. People frantically shouting, although I could not make out their words. Misaki was back on high alert, drawing a kunai as something came into view through the glass doors.

At the edge of the property, a dark figure was rapidly approaching. Whatever it was, it only vaguely resembled a human. Strange, tentacle-like appendages flailing wildly as it rapidly approached the doors. Fear battled with curiosity as I debated following Mochi's example. The receptionist beside me had begun trembling as she curled herself deeper under the desk. Couldn't say I blamed her either. She came here expecting a nice quiet night shift and now a monster was threatening to break down the doors. Looking back to the lobby, Misaki was ready to attack as the thing outside reached the doors.

With a single, brutal kick the doors were burst open. The glass shattering as the doors barely managed to hold on by their hinges. I was able to witness Misaki's arms turn into blurs as she deflected the airborne projectiles with ease. Meanwhile, the 'ogre' passed through the open portal and into the light.

"GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNKKKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Roared the ogre. Standing over two meters tall it sported a flaming red and wild mane covering most of it's body and rippling muscles that easily dwarfed most shinobi tensed with each movement causing veins to bulge out. Certainly the moniker of ogre fit quite aptly for this beast. Yet after the initial shock of it's entrance had worn off and I was able to better comprehend what I was seeing, my jaw dropped.

"DAD!?" I cried out.

"DAD!?" Misaki repeated in utter shock.

"MISAKI HELP!" Touma whined as he held onto dear life, dangling off of one of my father's arms.

"TOUMA!?" Misaki's surprise and confusion only intensified as she realized what was happening with her partner.

"MISAKI, WE REQUIRE ASSISTANCE!" An older shinobi, Gento held father at his waist. Trying to hold him back by pressing his full body into the giant and failing hopelessly.

"GENTO TOO!?" I could only imagine Misaki's eyes were spinning at this point.

Three other shinobi dangled off various parts of father's body, the most pathetic one being dragged along the ground as he struggled to hold on to the man's ankle.

"GIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNKKKOOOOOOOOO!" Father cried out again, shaking the building with the sheer power of his voice. Misaki coming to a decision as she raised her kunai and was about to go in for the attack as I ran out from my hiding place. I felt the receptionist try to grab my shirt to pull me back but I was already out of reach.

"Stop! Wait don't hurt him! That's my dad!" At the sound of my voice, Misaki froze as did father. As he turned to face my direction, I watched that horrific mask of fury instantly melt. His eyes watering up as he recognized my presence.

"Meiko?" You wouldn't believe he was the one sending the village into high alert just moments ago with how soft his voice was. I could see the tension in his body instantly break as he came back to his senses. A smile emerging from underneath his unkempt beard, he held out his arms towards me. "Meiko! Thank God you're alright!"

"NOW!" Gento cried out as all six of the shinobi pounced on him. Thin streaks of light flashed through the air as I heard a high pitched squealing. Strands of wire encircled father and quickly tightened in an attempt to restrain him. Father, for his part, paid them no mind as he continued to approach me. The six shinobi surrounding him pulling with all their might as the wire dug into father's skin.

"What the hell is this guy made of!?" Touma cried out, desperate and exhausted from whatever he had been put through.

"Do not falter here! We will not bring shame to the Konoha Military Police force!" Gento tried rallying his men but it was clear even he was at his wit's end when faced with father's blatantly obscene physical power.

Despite the chaos of the situation, I found my legs carrying me forward as I ran into father's arms. Practically being engulfed in his beard, I was assaulted by the rough, scratchy hairs and the smell of iron and smoke that clung to him from the forge. As he enclosed his arms around my small form, I could feel my anxieties from the day just melt away. Like I was safe now, the danger now and truly passed.

"Dad... Dad..." I cried a little into his beard, just so happy he was finally here.

"I'm here Meiko. Daddy's here." He whispered softly as he squeezed slightly tighter.

The shinobi surrounding us looked to each other, still slightly confused but with the situation having cooled they allowed themselves to ever so slightly relax. Misaki being the one most out of the loop turned to Gento. "Can someone explain what the hell is going on here?"

Meanwhile, Father finally released me so I could step back and look into his eyes. "What happened Meiko? Where is your mother?" I could see the concern in his eyes, the raging ogre long gone. All that stood before me was the big old teddy bear I knew so well.

"Mom's okay. They said the doctors were able to help her in time and that she's sleeping now." He let out a gigantic sigh of relief at this and muttered something under his breath I couldn't quite make out. Then, his brow furrowed again as his face steeled itself. "Dad..?" I spoke cautiously, worried about this sudden change in demeanour.

"So..." Father straightened his back and turned toward Gento. "Care to explain what happened to my family?" Even I could feel the hostility radiating from him as the shinobi pulled the wire tight again in anticipation of another outburst. Gento, to his credit, was not cowed under father's glare. Sparks flaring at the point where the two's eyes met.

"That is something best discussed at the station." Gento's reply was steady, heavily controlled so as to not reawaken the ogre. I couldn't blame him either, that brief sight of Father easily dragging five men, trained shinobi nonetheless, with little issue was shocking even to me. I mean sure, he literally towered over most people in the village in both height and bulk but these were shinobi. They were far stronger than normal people. Thankfully they had elected not to use their ninjutsu to stop him. Strong as he was, I was certain Father was only unharmed because they took it so easy on him.

Father did not take well to Gento's reply, his hands clenching into tight, boulder-like fists. "My wife has been hospitalized, I want answers. Now." His voice started as a low growl, growing in volume and intensity as his rage began to resurface. I had never seen him like this before and honestly, it was a little scary. If he started escalating in here, the police force shinobi would be forced to take more drastic measures. Charging through the streets screaming Mom's name was one thing, rampaging in the middle of a hospital was another entirely.

Before things could go that far, I tugged on the leg of his pants and put on the biggest puppy dog eyes I could. One could say this was my ultimate technique when it came to dealing with Father. It was something I only used on the rarest occasions, to both not wear it out and simply not be too selfish.

"Dad... Gento-san saved me from the lady who hurt Mom. Why are you mad at him?" Yes, I was being manipulative here and it did not feel good in the slightest. But I was truly indebted to Gento and his team. The last thing I wanted was for Father and him to get into a fight. It took a few long moments, but Father eventually relented. His shoulders drooping as the ogre within returned to it's deep slumber. He patted my head as he turned back to Gento, his hostility now completely gone.

"I... Ah, I'm sorry." The big old teddy bear wasn't exactly great with this sort of thing, bowing his head in an awkward manner as he apologized. "I can get a little... irate, I know. But if Meiko says you saved her and Ginko then... I owe you more than I could ever repay. Thank you." With this, the tension in the lobby lifted as everyone was able to relax.

"You're damn right you do! You dragged us halfway across the village! Why I aught to-GAH!" Misaki cut Touma's whinging off with a sharp strike to the back of his head. The two getting into their own little bickering match.

Meanwhile Gento, ignoring his subordinate's antics, approached father. His own expression far less stern than moments ago, softer, kinder but still with that strength of professionalism behind it. "We were just doing our job. If anything you should direct those sentiments to your daughter. She was very brave and it was due to her efforts we were able to arrive at the scene on time."

"Ah crap, don't bring me into this..." I ducked behind my father's leg, trying to hide myself.

Father turned his head towards me, "Is that right?" I could sense the hint of pride in his words that only made me feel worse. I didn't deserve praise for running away screaming. Yet, I still felt my cheeks warm at his words. Father took in a deep breath before resuming his conversation.

"Alright. I'll come with you to the station. I have some questions of my own and... I'll try to keep my temper under control." Father's hand pressed on my back and pushed me out from behind him. "I just want to check on my wife first, then take Meiko home. I'm sure she would like to sleep in her own bed." Looking between all the adults here, I nodded my head. Going home to bed sounded heavenly right now. Gento nodded, to Father's request but had to cut in with his own.

"I understand, it is best to get young Meiko home indeed. However," He turned, motioning to the shattered doors behind him. I saw in real time the colour drain from Father's face as he realized the damage he had caused. "I think it would be best if we don't cause the hospital any more trouble." There was no arguing with Gento on this, Father knew it to be true as well and simply nodded silently. An understanding smile grew on the older man's face as he let out a slight chuckle. "Besides, visiting hours ended quite some time ago."

A hearty snort escaped from Father, "Yeah, you're right. By the way," Father motioned to the wires still tied around him. Gento, seeing this motioned to the other and with a flick of his wrist, the wires loosened and fell to the floor. Now freed, Father rotated his shoulders before tapping my back. "Alright. Let's get you home." Nodding, the two of us started heading towards the doors.

"Misaki, Touma." Gento called to the two, still bickering teammates. The couple immediately snapped to attention. "You two escort them home and watch over Meiko until her father returns."

"Aw maaan." Touma groaned, "I wanted to head home already." His complaints were met with another slap from Misaki.

"Shut up you moron. The job is done when its done." The ever dutiful woman then turned back to me with a smile. A smile I returned. "Looks like we'll be together for a little while longer."

I felt something crack underfoot. Broken glass littered the floor where we were walking. Thankfully I was still wearing my sandals so my feet didn't get pierced. Father noticed it too as he sighed "Oh, right. Here Meiko." Holding out his arms, he moved to pick me up but I took a step back.

"Just a second." Turning back, I made my way over to Gento's side, bowing deep. "Gento-san, sorry I couldn't do it before but, thank you for rescuing Mom and I." As I stood back up, the old shinobi looked down on me with that grandfatherly smile. "And, um," I continued, my voice lowering in volume. "Thanks for not hurting Dad during all that..."

"You are very welcome. Now you should head on home. I'll have Okizumi's team remain here to watch over your mother. When she wakes up we will need to get her testimony." It was reassuring that Mom would have some security while she was here. Gento continued, "We might need to ask you a few questions later as well, but that can wait." I nodded, not a fan of having to relive the incident but if they needed my testimony then I would do everything I could to make sure that witch could never attack Mom again.

Father lifted me up onto his shoulder and the four of us were off into the night. The cool air brushed against my skin as I looked to the stars. Truly one of my favourite things in this new world was the night sky. In my previous world, only the brightest of stars could be seen, making the night sky appear almost empty. Here, a beautiful tapestry of lights and colour stretched as far as the eye could see. All of it highlighted by the light of the moon as it coated the village in a gentle silver glow. It was one sight that had not gotten old, but perhaps had been dropped down in ranking. The view from above the village Misaki had shown me was a strong contender for first place.

A big yawn escaped me as I felt sleep calling once more. I did not even try to fight it this time, leaning into Father so I wouldn't fall, I allowed myself to drift away and for this long day to finally end.

The next morning, I found myself awakening to familiar surroundings. I was back in my room, lying in my bed. Sunlight streaked through my window aimed directly at my face. While warm it was also making the prospect of going back to sleep a fleeting one. As I sat upright I took a look. For a child's room, it was certainly on the large side. Although that might have just been my own perspective. Everything was big when you're still so young.

Being here now, it almost made everything that happened yesterday seem unreal. The dull pain in my chest however, told me otherwise. While the bones had been healed, I was told that there would be some remaining pain for a day or two. At least it only felt akin to a simple bruise in terms of discomfort. As I got out of bed, I noticed I was still wearing yesterday's outfit. My shirt still stained with specks of dried blood, dirt and other things. "I need a bath." I muttered in a dull tone.

I couldn't even really get a change of clothes prepared as the wardrobe was a bit too tall for me. Sad to say I still needed my parent's assistance with most tasks around the house. Speaking of which, I wasn't sure if they were even home. Mom was likely still in the hospital while Father had been called to the station. "Why did they call Father to the station?" I pondered, "He can't give a testimony on the attack." With that thought on my mind, I made my way to the kitchen. I could already feel my stomach starting to churn. While I couldn't make anything fancy, if I was careful enough could at least make a sandwich or something.

Upon reaching the kitchen, I was greeted by a little surprise. Touma sat at the table, face planted onto the hardwood surface. It took a moment for my morning brain to recall that he and Misaki had accompanied Father and I home last night. It appeared he was still not too happy about his assignment, judging from the low groaning noise he was making. I knocked on the door frame as I entered the kitchen, the young man snapping to attention.

"Wha-ah-err-uhh-Sir! Yes sir! I mean no sir! I.. uh?" Touma shot up with such speed that he not only took out the chair he was sitting on but nearly took the table itself with it. "Oh, its you." Upon noticing my presence, he tried to put up a more dignified front but the dribble of saliva dripping down the side of his mouth tanked any chances for that happening. Touma didn't even bother to keep the act up all that long either, as mere moments later he was letting out a long, loud yawn. "Oh man, I hate overnight assignments." Scratching himself, he turned and started helping himself to my family's kitchen. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, I ended up watching in awe as he loaded scoop after scoop of sugar into the cup. I lost count once he hit the double digits.

"Would you like some coffee with your sugar?" I wanted to say but managed to bite my tongue. Instead I tried to pick up the chair he had knocked over. That wasn't as easy as I thought, the chair was basically twice my height so getting a good angle to raise it back on it's legs was extremely difficult.

"Let me get that for you." Misaki's hand took hold of the chair and lifted it back up. I was glad to see her, Touma did not seem to be in any mood to talk today. "Don't worry about him," Misaki said as she motioned to Touma as he burned his tongue on his caffeinated sugar drink. "He's a bit of a dork I know, but well meaning. He's just in a bad mood because he had a date planned for today and Gento won't let him off." My jaw dropped at the revelation, much to Misaki's amusement. "I know right!" She said as she tried to stifle some laughter. "I couldn't believe it either when he started bragging about his new girlfriend."

"I'm right here you know!" Touma interjected, annoyed at Misaki's ribbing.

Misaki flashed him a crap-eating grin, "We know."

Touma's response was to grumble and take another sip, once more burning his tongue. I honestly found myself wondering howthis guy became a shinobi. Not wanting to be subjected to further torment by his companion, Touma took his leave. Left alone with Misaki, the woman had a question for me. "I'm betting you're hungry, want me to whip up something?" My stomach replied with a hearty grumbling before I could. Blushing, I nodded my head. "Haha, alright. Want to give me a hand? I don't know where your mom keeps things and I'd rather not go making a mess trying to find what I need." I did my best to help Misaki find the needed equipment to get breakfast going. Once all the tools were set and ready, it was time to prepare the food itself. Starting with the rice, Misaki turned to me. "Say, want to help with the cooking? I could use an extra pair of hands."

Mom often had me help out when she was cooking, it was a good way to both keep me occupied and keep an eye on me. Now I couldn't do much, knives were definitely a no-no. Usually I followed simple orders like 'put the vegetables in the pot' or 'pass the spoon'. If something with more precision needed doing but wasn't too dangerous, Mom would help me with the task by holding my hand in hers to guide me through the actions. So, I nodded at her request, "Mom let's me wash the rice." It was a simple enough task, I just stirred the rice while the faucet ran water over the grains. The only issue was how cold my hands would get.

"Alright, then I'll leave the rice to your expert hands." Misaki gave me a thumbs up and began pouring out the required portions. Meanwhile I found the step stool Mom would place on a chair so I could reach over the counter. It was wide and steady, so there was little risk of falling and Mom was always right next to me for extra safety. Well, almost always. Once that was ready, Misaki went to help me up yet stopped as realization struck her. "Oh, I think we should probably get you cleaned up first. I wouldn't mind having a bath myself." Looking back down at my soiled clothing I could see her point, wouldn't want to get any of it in the food by accident.

"We should get you a change of clothes first." Nodding, I led Misaki back to my room where she picked an outfit from my wardrobe. "Okay, bath time! I'm sure your mom won't mind if I use a bit of her shampoo right?" Misaki passed me my clothes and started to make her way towards the bathroom. Stopping in the door to my room, she turned "Hey, come on. Why are you just standing there?"

"I'll wait," I replied, a little confused.

"Your mom lets you bathe alone at your age?" Misaki replied with her own question. Sadly no, I was still too young to take care of that by myself. I shook my head in denial. "Well then, come on." Bathing with family was one thing I had gotten used to. It couldn't be helped considering my age, and even then it was still quite the awkward affair. There was no chance in hell I would be able to handle it with a stranger.

"I-its okay. I can wait until Dad gets home..." Meekly, I started backing away. Misaki however, wasn't having any of it. Grabbing onto my arm I was literally dragged against my will.

"Come on now, no need to be shy, we're both girls here."

"That's kind of the problem!" I screamed in my mind as I struggled to free myself.

"Touma! We're going for a bath!" Misaki called out to her partner. Rather than a response, all I heard was rapid footsteps followed by a slamming door. Misaki turned to me with a devious grin, "Don't worry," She said with a touch of malice in her tone, "He learned his lesson long ago about peeping." I felt a cold chill travel down my spine, one could only imagine what happened to Touma to elicit that extreme of a flight response. My own resistance gave in under this pressure as well, a more natural smile returning to Misaki's face as I did so.

When I was finally released, any sort of feeling of refreshment had been overshadowed by the anxiety of the whole event. I resolved to simply repress this incident forever.

As we returned to the kitchen, I could hear Touma opening the front door.

"Hey, you guys out yet?" He called in.

"Don't worry, its safe now." Misaki called back in a slightly mocking tone.

We got to work on breakfast. Misaki slicing vegetables while I stirred the rice in a large mesh colander. The cold water quickly numbed my hands, forcing me to stop on occasion and warm them up. Once the water was running clear, Misaki transferred the rice into the rice cooker and set it. From there, she needed use of the stove so my assistance was no longer necessary. In the living room, Touma was making himself comfortable in front of the television. I always found it weird we had a television yet never used it. The technology of this world always felt off too, more advanced than one would think yet surprisingly underutilized. Take this TV for example, it was one of the dreaded CRT models. Large, bulky and probably loaded with sharp edges underneath to make carrying it a pain. Yet despite owning one it was hardly ever used. There were few channels in the first place and of those a good portion was simply state-sponsored. As such, it remained off most of the day, only turned on for the news. There were other modern conveniences such as the refrigerator and, thankfully, indoor plumbing.

Touma was sitting bow-legged on the sofa, flicking through the five or so channels we managed to get with the crappy old rabbit-eared antennae. Clearly bored out of his mind and still annoyed from having his plans ruined. I did feel a little bad about that, especially if he had this day planned for a long time. "Touma-san," I spoke softly as I approached him, "I'm sorry your date today was ruined." Touma slightly turned his head in my direction, although his glasses prevented me from really seeing his expression. Silently he turned back to the TV.

"Its not your fault," He eventually replied, "Just comes with the job sometimes." The conversation died right then and there. With little else to do, I sat myself at the foot of the couch and watched as Touma continued flicked through the small pool of channels. Turning my brain off, the time surprisingly flew by quickly as Misaki soon came out, calling us for breakfast.

Rice, bacon, eggs, toast and miso soup. A pretty typical breakfast here. While it did sound like a lot, the portion sizes were relatively small. Especially in my case, and even then I wasn't sure if I could finish everything. Once everyone was sat at the table, we said a short prayer and dug in.

"Man, you may be a brute Misaki, but you sure can cook at least." Touma said as he shoved an entire thick slice of bacon down his gullet.

"Does this man want to die?" I wondered, wide-eyed at his statement. Risking a glance at Misaki, I could see she had been replaced by a demon.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm such a brute, perhaps you would like to cook next time. And every time after. If you can, of course." Her final sentence was punctuated by the loud cracking of her knuckles, Touma freezing up at the sound. He then began to shovel down the rest of the food at record speeds and yet, somehow, was still able to speak somewhat coherently.

"Ah no uh, *munching* I should get *munching* out on patrol *swallows* THANKS FOR THE FOOD!" Shooting to his feet, the terrified shinobi sped towards the front door in an attempt to escape. Misaki didn't pursue for whatever reason and I was too scared to look in her direction at the moment anyway. Instead, I just returned to my breakfast. Although that was interrupted by Touma yet again.

From the front door, the man's scream echoed throughout the house. Misaki, in her trained response, jumped to her feet and was about to vault the table as another voice boomed. "Oh, you're still here? Thanks for looking after Meiko." I would know that deep, grumbling voice anywhere.

"Dad!" I called out, trying to get off my seat but, considering I still needed a booster to reach the table I couldn't exactly get down under my own power.

"Hold on there, I'll get you out." Misaki said as she lifted me out of my confinement.

"Meiko! Daddy's home!" Father dropped to a knee with his arms outstretched, to which I ran in for a big hug. It was sort of a little ritual we had, whenever he came home, the first thing he wanted was a hug from me and a kiss from Mom. Only half could be done today unfortunately but he seemed happy enough.

"Welcome home, Dad!" I said with a massive grin, noticing the bags under his eyes it was easy enough to assume he had yet to get any sleep.

"Something smells good," Father's attention was diverted to the kitchen where Misaki was standing in the doorway.

"Sorry, Meiko was getting hungry so I kinda helped myself. I hope you don't mind." She said apologetically, "We just started and there's a bit in case she wanted seconds."

"I think I will, I'm famished after that interrogation." I could hear Father's stomach rumble with the intensity of a small earthquake as he stood back up.

"Interrogation?" I echoed, wondering why they would need to interrogate him? Or did he mean he was watching the interrogation? Father stopped at my question, taking a moment to contemplate his response before his giant hand plopped down on my head, ruffling my hair.

"Its nothing Meiko, just police stuff." Brushing off my curiosity with a smile of his own. "Let's get something to eat, I could eat an entire cow or two at this point."

"That just makes me want to know more..." I thought bitterly to myself as we returned to the kitchen.

"Well, if that's everything then," Touma chimed in, having found his voice after calming down. "I'm going to head out, I might still be able to salvage the afternoon at least." He began heading for the door when Misaki called after him.

"Hey! We need to head back to the station and fill out our reports!" She called after him.

"Auuuughhh! Can't you let me off this one time!? I'll go back afterwards! Promise! Please!" Touma was literally begging at this point, all but falling to his knees but something told me he was only moments away from doing so. I myself turned to Misaki, giving her the best 'let him go' look I could muster. When she sighed, I assumed it worked.

"Yeah, alright. I'll let you off the hook today. You did have this booked for a while now. Just make sure you get your report written up before tomorrow alright?" After that, she sat back down and continued eating.

Literally jumping for joy, Touma wasted no time heading out the door, singing Misaki's praises the entire way. I couldn't help but laugh at the sudden 180 in attitude. After that, breakfast passed without anything of note, Father making small talk with Misaki and thanking her for watching over me for the night. Once we were finished, Misaki started to gather up the dishes but Father stopped her.

"No no, you've done more than enough. I'll get this cleaned up. I'm sure you're tired yourself." Father's voice was filled with gratitude as he spoke and began gathering up the dishes. Misaki went to protest but I grabbed her sleeve, shaking my head. Father could be extremely stubborn, there was no winning that battle. She appeared to understand and gave in.

"Well, I guess I'll look after Meiko then?" Misaki offered as she helped me out of my chair again.

"Oh don't feel like you have to, I have things under control now. Meiko's a smart girl, she won't get into trouble." From his tone, Father wasn't trying to drive her out. He was just concerned about the woman overworking herself.

"I'm fine, really. Besides I've taken a liking to Meiko. I'll at least keep her busy until you're done cleaning up." I blushed at her words, I don't know what I did for her to get so attached to me. Father began laughing at this, giving Misaki the go ahead and thanking her once more.

"Alright Meiko," She said as she took my hand. "Let's go outside for a bit, its a beautiful day."

Indeed it was a beautiful day, perhaps more-so from my perspective after having survived that attack. I froze as the realization dawned on me, I almost died last night. There was a good chance I wouldn't be here right now, looking up at the clear, brilliant blue sky. If it wasn't for Misaki and her team...

"You alright?" Misaki asked, breaking me from that line of thought. I nodded after a moment, Misaki smiling as she approached a large tree.

The back yard of my house wasn't all that glamorous, in fact it was rather small. There was, however, just enough space for a single tree from which Father had hung a rope swing. Misaki's eyes lit up upon seeing it. "You have a swing! I always wanted a swing at home when I was a kid, you're so lucky!" With the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store, Misaki ran over to the swing, eagerly tapping the seat with the expectation for me to take it. If there was anyone who could say no to that face, they would be a complete, irredeemable monster.

The wind rushed through my hair as I ascended into the sky. Behind me, Misaki was giggling like a schoolgirl. It was hard to believe she was a full-fledged shinobi looking at her right now. Speaking of shinobi, now seemed like a good time to ask her some questions. I could use this to get some information on the world and figure out where exactly I am.

"Hey Misaki," I began my question, "What's it like, being a ninja?" The swing stopped as Misaki caught the ropes at my question.

"Hmm? Interested in becoming a ninja now?" I couldn't see her face, but I could feel the smug grin burning the back of my neck.

"I dunno, just... I want to know what its like. What do you need to be one?" I knew the basic process for becoming a shinobi in the village. Go to the academy, learn the basics, graduate and pass the test administered by your Jonin instructor. But the process and what was needed to become one were two very different things.

Misaki spend a moment in silence before she started pushing the swing again. "Well, its hard to say. It kind of depends on the person you're asking. Some people would say the ability to perform ninjutsu is the baseline for shinobi. Although I hear there are some exceptions. In that case, I guess you could say combat ability is what is needed." She fell silent for another moment, "But for me, I think what you need most is a strong heart. A reason to take up arms, something to protect." She stopped again, catching the swing once more. "Its why I said you have the potential. I believe you have the heart of a shinobi. Even if you don't see it yet."

"I'm not like that, my heart isn't as strong as you think..." I remained silent as the swinging resumed.

"You may not believe me right now, but promise me this at least. Don't let fear hold you back. Just think back to yesterday, when your mom was attacked. What were you thinking then?" Her question brought back unpleasant memories. It wasn't nice forcing a child to relive trauma like that, especially so soon after the event.

"I wanted her to stop hurting Mom..." I answered honestly, even when the witch struck me, what I wanted most was for her to stop hurting Mom.

"You wanted to protect her." The words pierced my heart. Yes, I had wanted desperately to be able to do anything. But I was too small, too weak. I couldn't find the words to respond, instead just nodding my head. "Remember that feeling, I'm sure it will serve you well one day." I truly wondered how she could have so much faith in a little kid like me. I just couldn't comprehend it. I knew myself better than anyone, in my previous life and this one, I was just a small, pathetic little person. Yet, I couldn't deny the appeal, the desire to never let what happened yesterday be repeated.

Still, I nodded again. I would keep her words in mind at least. I still had questions however, so I decided to change the topic. "You said you're part of the Uchiha clan, Gento said he was an Uchiha too, what is a clan?"

"Well, to put it simply, a clan is one big family." Misaki began, "We Uchiha have a long history in the Leaf. We were one of the founding clans, in other words my ancestors helped to build the place we call home." Her words overflowed with pride, both for the village and her heritage. "However, it takes more than simply being family to create a clan. Usually clans have a shared profession, something they pass on from one generation to the next. Here in the village, the vast majority of clans are descendants of shinobi. Carrying and developing their Hiden, their secret techniques over the years. We Uchiha, therefore, have heavy expectations placed on us all from birth. A history of excellence to live up to."

There was a weight to her words, much of this I knew of the Uchiha thanks to my past self. I certainly did not envy the young woman, I would undoubtedly buckle under such pressure to succeed. "So that's why you joined the police force? Because you were expected to?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Heh, somewhat. But I told you about that yesterday if I remember it right. I love my clan, but I also love the village and it's people. I wanted to serve and protect and it was the best way I could do so... Just because my clan runs the Police Force doesn't mean I didn't work hard for this position."

I tried to recall my memories of the series. The military police force wasn't something that was too heavily explained in the story, all I knew was the Uchiha were in charge of its administration before their fall. But I did believe I read something about Sasuke's father being in charge of it. What was his name again?

"So is the police force all Uchiha then? Even the chief?" I asked, trying to lead the questions towards the answers I sought. Was this world one that was following the canon of Naruto? Or was this a world 'inspired' by the series, like the forum I gamed on so long ago.

"Not everyone on the force is from the clan, only most of them. But yes, ever since the formation of the force, an Uchiha has been the chief. Currently, the clan head is also serving as chief." As she finished, Misaki gave the swing a few stronger pushes.

"Who's in charge right now?" I tried remembering the name of Sasuke's father but it just wasn't coming to me. There was a feeling that it had an F somewhere in it but beyond that I was blanking.

"You're really curious aren't you. Thinking of joining the force?" Misaki laughed lightly, "The current chief is Fugaku Uchiha. Honestly he's amazing, not even Old Man Gento can hold a candle to him. I even heard he was a candidate for the seat of Fourth Hokage." Once again, I could hear the pride in her voice.

"So, Fugaku Uchiha..." The name had a familiar ring to it but I couldn't be certain. I needed more information. "Why wasn't he made Hokage?"

Misaki paused, lost in thought. I noted her expression turned sour for a brief moment before she spoke, "I'm not sure. I think the Third just preferred his student. He made quite a name for himself in the last war as the Yellow Flash of the Leaf. There's still some members of the clan who think Fugaku should be Hokage and that the Third is playing favourites..." Misaki's words drifted off for a moment before she abruptly cut back in. "Forget I said that last part." She quickly added, waving her had as to wave off her words.

The Yellow Flash of the Leaf, that was the moniker granted to Minato, Naruto's father for his ability to instantaneously teleport around the battlefield. "So, chances are good that the canon is accurate. So then was Kiyomi's presence just a coincidence? Just a Yamanaka who shared the name of my friend's character?" If that was the case however, then...

"Meikoooo" Father's voice interrupted my thoughts as he stepped out the back door. "Say goodbye to your friend. I just got a notice, Mom's woken up. We're heading to the hospital now to see her!" Waving us over, Misaki caught the swing one final time.

"Looks like time's up. Im glad to hear your mom woke up though." There was a hint of sadness in her voice, I guess she didn't want to leave just yet. I too was torn, while ecstatic to hear Mom had woken up, I still had a lot of questions I wanted to ask Misaki. I shouldn't have beaten around the bush so much.

"Okay..." Hopping off the swing, I turned to Misaki and bowed deeply. "Thank you so much for everything Misaki-san."

"Aw come on, just call me Misaki. We're friends now aren't we?" She replied with a wink.

"Okay, Misaki-sa-... Misaki." I had to force myself from speaking too politely.

"Much better. I'll be sure to come see you again sometime, so don't miss me too much!" Flashing a bright grin, she held out a fist towards me. It took a moment for me to realize she wanted a fist bump. So I obliged. "And now its a promise! Say hi to your mom for me, okay?" I nodded, accepting her request and the two of us began walking back to my house. Once we reached the back door, Misaki had one last thing to say. "Oh, and, if you do choose to become a ninja, you'd better tell me. I'll do everything in my power to make sure I'll be your team leader!" With that, the girl vaulted off onto the rooftops and was gone.

Waving goodbye, a vision of an impossible future played in my mind. Graduating from the academy, I would be assigned a team with two others and awaiting us on our first day was Misaki, now Misaki-sensei at the training field. A pair of bells in her hand. We would go out on missions, fight, learn and grow together. If such a thing were possible, maybe being a shinobi wouldn't be that bad.

Yet, from the looks of things, such a thing could never happen.

From what Misaki had said, I currently was leaning towards this being the world of Naruto the series. In other words, in the near future the tragedy of the Uchiha clan would play out and everyone besides Sasuke and his older brother would be murdered and there was nothing I could do, nothing I should do, to stop it. Even if I tried, who would believe a kid? Or worse, what if they did believe me? What would happen then? I'd probably be locked away, my brain picked at for every juicy detail, every tiny morsel of information locked away in there.

"Coward." The word flashed through my mind and for good reason. I was just going to sit back and let that happen. Let my friend and saviour die because that is what is supposed to happen. Because I will not interfere. I won't change this world. I will not become a shinobi.

"I'm really pathetic, huh?" I thought bitterly to myself. Even after being given this new life, I was still just going to play things safe, others be damned.

"Hey now, don't get so down. You'll see her again." Father's voice called out to me from beyond the darkness. His strong hand placed firmly on my shoulder. "Now, let's get ready to go see Mom." I took a deep breath and nodded. Suppressing those dark thoughts for a later date.

The doors of the hospital, or what remained of them at least, sat wide open. Likely never able to close again. At least the glass shards had been cleaned up. I couldn't see it from where I stood but I could only imagine Father blushing as we passed through the doors. A new nurse was working the reception, the night shift worker would certainly have quite a story to tell now. We got the room number where Mom was and made our way down the halls. The hospital was rather quiet, the only real noise being our echoing footsteps. When we finally found Mom's room, Father knocked loudly on the door. From inside, Mom's voice answered, weak as it was.

The room was a ward, three other beds sat empty, separated only by privacy curtains. Mom luckily had a bed next to the window, the sun's light illuminating her form. Her beautiful metallic silver hair was completely covered in bandages and her left eye spotted a large bruise. She had been changed into a grey hospital gown and I could see more bandages and bruises on her arms. To top it all off, her skin was severely pale. She appeared so frail and yet, despite it all, she had that same radiant smile as always.

"Hello dear, Meiko. I'm sorry if I worried you two."

I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, but before a drop fell, Father took in a deep snort. The tears flowing from his eyes like waterfalls. "Teddy bear." Shot through my mind as he covered the room in just a couple, bounding steps and took Mom in the biggest bear hug I'd ever seen.

"Ow ow ow, I'm okay dear but please let go. I'm still tender." Father quickly released Mom from his overbearing affection at her request.

"Sorry Ginko..." He apologized, snorting again, "Aye just, aye just so glad yer okay." Father's words began slurring as he broke down, falling to his knees and sobbing into the bed sheets. Mom gently patting the giant's head. Turning her gaze to me still standing by the door.

"I must look pretty scary, all bandaged up like this, I'm sorry honey." She apologized, with a sad smile on her face. I shook my head violently, denying any such claims.

"You don't look scary." I took a few steps forward, feeling the tears escaping my eyes once more. I swore I had done more crying in the past twenty four hours than the entirety of my second life. "You're my Mom..." Reaching the foot of the bed, I ended up crying right alongside Father. I could hear Mom choking up as she too, fought back the tears. It took us a few minutes until everyone had managed to compose themselves. Father helped me up on the bed so I could sit beside Mom.

"So, uh, what did the doctors say?" Father asked tentatively.

"They said I'm out of danger, but I'll have to stay here for a few days. One of the doctors should be back soon." As if on cue, a knocking came from the door as Mom finished her sentence. A moment later, an older gentleman entered. He wore a white lab coat and sported a head of finely cut brown hair going on white. His glasses flashed as he adjusted them while reading from his clipboard.

"Hello, you can all call me Ohara-sensei, I was the surgeon who took on your case. I take it you're Hashimoto-san's husband?" The doctor held out a hand which was soon engulfed by Father's. It was quite impressive how the man did not react in the slightest to Father's presence. Normally most people would be taken aback by the presence of such a giant. This doctor must have nerves of steel.

"Yeah, the name's Kenji." Father replied, releasing the doc's hand. I thought for a moment I saw Ohara-sensei double checking to make sure his hand was still in one piece afterwards.

Clearing his throat, Ohara-sensei checked his papers one more time. "Well then Hashimoto-san," He turned his attention to Mom and I, "I have good news, there were no complications with the surgery. We will keep you here for observation for the next few days just to make sure everything is healing up properly. We do recommend you don't leave your bed for at least the next twenty four hours however. You did lose a lot of blood after all. Other than that, we are confident that the both of you are out of danger and will make a full recovery."

While I was overwhelmingly glad to hear the news Mom would be okay, there was one thing he said that stood out to me. "Both?" I questioned, my head tilting like a puppy who had heard a funny noise. My parents too, had caught on to that one particular word as the three of us awaited the doctor's reply.

"Oh," Ohara-sensei was just as shocked as the rest of us. "I'm so terribly sorry, I thought you already knew." He took a moment to regain his dignified composure before a wide smile. With a deep breath, he broke the news. "Congratulations Hashimoto-san, you're pregnant!"

Silence filled the room, broken only by the rhythmical beeping of the heart monitor. Simultaneously, all three of our jaws slowly dropped as the realization sunk in. Mom and Father slowly turned to face one another, choking out a laugh as they burst into tears. For my part, I sat there dumbfounded as the two embraced once more. I could only sit in awe at the thought of having a sibling, although from an outside perspective it probably looked like confusion as Mom pushed Father back and, between her tears managed to say, "You're going to be a big sister Meiko!" And pulled me in for a hug.

Ohara-sensei took his leave while we had our little family moment. Something I would have enjoyed if my mind wasn't elsewhere. I recalled Misaki's words from earlier as I was sandwiched between my parents. Perhaps, I should put a bit more thought into the future. I placed a hand over Mom's stomach, imagining the budding life yet to be.