09 • Red White Blue – America!?

The process of being let out was tedious and too fucking complicated. I get knocked the fuck out to be transported like some damn cargo back to my house. I woke up on the fucking kitchen counter of all places.

After cursing off my driver and falling off the counter, I promptly raided the kitchen. And was severely disappointed. Asshole didn't even have an apple in here! It was just rations and rations and more of those bricks of dried food.

At least the place had some knives I could stash under my shirt. I also stashed some of those rations. Who knows when I'll need a brick? I can probably throw them at people that annoy me. That'll be fun.

Sighing, I searched the rest of the house. My room is still pink and for a baby, the Asshole's room is bare and just disgusting, the restroom smells strongly of bleach, and the basement is still dark, smelly, and rat infested.

After that lovely tour, I finally left the place to burn.

I wish.

Apparently I have a watcher. Bitch stopped me before I could start a fire. Shoved me to the front door before disappearing. I know stalkers are a thing here, starting at the ripe age of six, but fuck I don't want one.

Glaring at anything in front of me, I walked out of the house and down the steps only to stop at the fence.

I have absolutely no fucking clue on where the hell I am. How the fuck am I supposed to find little blonde? How the hell did I find him in the first place?

"I hate my lives," I mutter before picking some direction and walking off.

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So, there's good news and then there's bad news. Good news is that I have found a park. Bad news is that little blonde isn't here. Oh, and I guess getting cornered by other three to four years old is also bad news.

I honestly don't know how it happened or why for that matter. What I do know is that this kid has one bad haircut. Not bad as in cool but bad as in bad. Also, staring seems to have annoyed the brat so now I'm being poked in the chest.

"Excuse you, anyone ever tell you to keep your hands to yourself," I interrupt whatever the hell the chick was gonna say. She glares...I think. I do know she's mad though or maybe embrassessed by the way her face is getting red.

She sneers, "Just 'cause you have a pretty hair color ya think ya can come here and take all the attention for ya self-"

"Whoa," I interrupt her again because what the fuck? "I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about. Or who the hell you are." I swatt her hand away and step back to step around her and the other two. "Now excuse me, I have better things to do than listen to you whine like a little bitch."

My actions are justified. I swear they are.

The purple haired girl, the one to start this entire fiasco, didn't like being ignored apparently. I was two feet away when she decided to continue our 'talk'. By that I mean turning around and pulling on my hair.

Not my fault I punched her in the face! The chick started it and I'll damn well finish it! I don't have time for this girl's shit.

"Look, I don't care who you are but if you insist on getting my attention - don't attack the hair," I advise while wiping my bloody knuckles on my pants. The broken nose might be my fault, who can say?

Damn. I'm so worked up that I have resorted to punching children.

Oh and now she's crying, and her two friends and screaming. Great, now adults are coming around. Fuck this shit, I'm out.

I would have been too if this tall ass motherfucker didn't grab me out of fucking nowhere.

"Where do you think you're running off to?" He asks with a bright smile.

I only glare at him. He looks to be like..eleven?, twelve? Somewhere around there. Has black curly hair and black eyes. He's pretty tall, even for his age. Wears dark colors with a crest on the sleeves, a green vest - wait a fucking minute. I know this kid. This is fucking Uchiha Shisui.

"That's none of your fucking business," I answer, my hands reaching into my pockets.

He blinks, obviously taken aback. I don't really give him any time for any further reaction. I grab one of the rations from my pocket and throw it at his face. He lets go of me, flinching back from reflex.

I run as soon as I hit the ground, only to run into another one.

Uchiha Itachi only stares at his friend and I in amusement.

Glaring up at the boy that has my arms pinned to my side, I can only spit out a single curse, "Fuck."

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Apparently punching someone else is assault (even though they had it coming). So is throwing a brick at someone's face. I didn't think such laws applied to toddlers.

At the time Shisui wanted to return me to my guardian and apologize to the girl I punched (her name is Ami, yeah that Ami). I took one look at her still crying face and promptly said, "Your fault."

Her mother didn't like that and wanted to speak to my mother so I told the hag to, "Go die then maybe you can meet her but I doubt it, she's in heaven and you're frankly going to hell."

Shisui was quick to diffuse the situation as Itachi dragged me away. He asked where my sperm donor was to which I responded with, "Hopefully rotting in hell."

Yeah, he didn't like that. And that's how I ended up sitting in front of the prissy princess himself.

"My actions are completely justified," I state while glaring up at the man. Uchiha Fugaku is a tough man to crack. His poker face game is strong.

He does sigh however and looks quite disgruntled. "Sakura, was it?" he asks but doesn't wait for an answer. "Your father has already been notified and will be on his way to pick you up."

I can't believe I was caught by the cops and I'm only three years in! Not once was I actually caught by the cops as Anna. Stupid toddler body, stupid toddlers, stupid ninjas and their relfexes.

"This is complete bullshit," I state, "I demand a lawyer."

I'm completely ignored which rude.

This is not a good way to start my day off. I just want to find little blonde, steal more food for him, maybe punch a few bullies, throw rations at rude food vendors, teach little blonde how to punch or perhaps even kick down doors.

I had it all planned out! But no. A little girl decided she wasn't getting enough attention and decided to pick a fight with the wrong person. A ninja also just had to be in the area and here the screaming and crying of the brats.

Well, at least Danzō will get an interesting report. I wonder how my watcher is feeling about this. I'm not stupid to think that they won't report as well. She'll probably talk a lot of shit on me too. And then I'll be sent to the room again while getting even more boring ass lectures.

There's a knock before the door opens to reveal the clearly fake worried expression of one Haruno Kizashi. He smiles at me and I flip him off.

"Thank you for notifying me Fugaku," he sighs and hold the fuck up. Why the hell is he greeting the Uchiha Clan Head like some old buddy.

"It isn't a problem Kizashi," the High queen responds.

"Holy fucking shit. You two know each other? What the actual fuck. No. Bullshit." I interrupt whatever the hell they were going to say and stand up. I'm so done with all this horse shit. Why couldn't I have died during orange hello kitty's attack?

I ignore Fu-Chan and push past Kizashi, escorting myself out. I can't believe Kizashi knows a cop. And not any cop, no. He knows the motherfucking chief! I bet he's even buddy-buddy with some other cops here too.

I really am fucked.

I can hear Kizashi apologize and walk up behind me. I ignore him as I walk out of that station and just keep walking. He doesn't say anything which is really weird and annoying. I know he's staring. Probably wearing some sad-ass face for the public.

I just about turn a seventh corner when he says some shit about some fuckery or another (a mission, he's going on a mission). Then he just poofs like the fatass he is.

Ugh.

Some day off this is turning out to be.

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Oh thank the devil! I've finally found little blond.

And curse the gods because guess who else is here?

Ami the bitch and Sasuke the Emo Duck.

I'm standing by the trees surrounding the park, staying out of the way because if Emo Duck is here then so is the Goth Princess. I can see the whole park perfectly from my spot. Little blonde all alone at the swings and little Emo in the sandbox surrounded by little screeching girls, including Ami.

I frown when I see one reach out to touch little Emo. The kid is obviously uncomfortable and mad but apparently too damn polite. His mother is raising him right unfortunately.

I make my way to little blonde, keeping my eyes on little Emo to see if any of the girls get too touchy. You never know with these ones, they're a rabid race: fan girls.

"Hey little blonde!" I greet with a salute. His head practically snaps up to see me. His mouth is open in surprise and his eyes are wide. "It's been what? Two, three weeks? I got in trouble and wasn't able to leave the house until today," I lie with a shrug.

"You…," he whispers and holy fuck is he going to cry!? The hell!? Was it something I said!? "You're not afraid?" He practically whimpers.

I only tilt my head in faux confusion, "Why would I be afraid of you? You're just little blonde."

He doesn't necessarily burst into tears but it's a damn near thing. He wipes at his eyes with his sleeve, "Naruto. My name is Uzumaki Naruto."

I roll my eyes, "Well duh, who else could you be? I know your name but I like calling you little blonde. My name's Sakura. Call me Sakura, no -San or -Chan or other shit like that."

He smiles at me, "Okay, Sakura!"

I nod and was about to say something when I catch sight of the girls again. One of them is literally reaching for his hair.

I turn their direction, glare in place because fuck them! Children or not, this is practically sexual assault!

"Hey! You little shits!" I shout at them. Ami is the only one who seems to hear and turns to look me, clearly remembering me. "Yeah I'm talking about you too Ami!" Apparently the other girls know Ami so they all turn to look at me upon hearing her name.

"What the fuck you think your doing! Leave the boy alone you shits!" Because calling them anything else would be kinda rude, lesson learned.

Ami turns an ugly red. "You shut up!"

I pause at that and stare at her as I begin making my way over. "The hell you just say to me?" I finally respond calmly upon reaching them. I pushed my way through the hoard to reach Sasuke and stand in front of him, acting as a buffer between him and Ami.

She seems to try to scowl at me. "I said shut up!

My expression blanks as I stare at her.

"You just want Sasuke-Kun's attention for yourself," some other girl screams and what the fuck, she's like seven! They really are a rabid race.

I look over my shoulder at him. He's staring at me in surprise but once he sees me looking at his clan symbol, crest, whatever the fuck it's called, he clenches his fists and glares. Not bad at it too. I'm still better.

I snort and roll my eyes at him to show I couldn't give any less of a fuck. I turn back to Ami and pull my lips back in disgust. Really I'm just making a show. It's fun to see how people react at being purposely ignored and looked down at. And well, I can't do that to adults with this face and body.

"Listen here you little fucks—," I don't get to finish because some bitch decided that if she wasn't getting what she wanted, she'd get it by force. By slapping me.

Her hand was still raised in the air from where she slapped me, and my head was still turned to the side. The girls all gasped but some did giggle. I look over to see Sasuke staring in small horror.

"Sasuke, was it?" I sat quietly while moving my head back to stare at Ami. I see him nod. "You saw that right?" Another nod. "She attacked first, right?" Nod. "So you'll back me up when I say it's self defense, yeah?" He looks confused but nods.

I grin.

"Great," I say before letting out a war cry and tackling Ami.

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It wasn't so much of a fight but me beating their asses. In self-defense I'd like to add. Not once did I attack someone first. Ami slapped me, I tackled her. Green haired kid pulled my hair, I punched her. Brown haired kid 1 stepped on me, I kicked her. Brown haired kid 2 pushed me, I threw her to the ground. Black haired kid pinched me, I pulled her hair out some.

See where I'm going with this? All self defense. Except maybe the biting. I did that when someone's appendage was too damn close. I'm sure they still attacked first.

I didn't let up so long as someone was still aiming to hit me. So even though most were crying on the ground, if someone was still standing I would fight. That didn't mean I didn't notice how the brats' crying were calling all the attention to us.

I wasn't all that surprised when a familiar curly black-haired teen grabbed me before I could punch another brown-haired kid for pinching me. Shisui pulled me away as parents began fretting over their offspring. I didn't protest because it's not like I started that fight.

I'm currently hanging in the air by the kid's hold as he walked over to where Itachi is talking with Sasuke. The princess was practically expressionless as Emo Duck was looking indignant.

I'm dropped next to Sasuke as soon as we're close. He jumps a little when I land and glare at his cousin. He doesn't say anything and is only staring. I huff but keep my attention on the two in front of me.

"Obviously," I start before they could, "It was all self-defense."

Itachi raises a brow, looking unimpressed. Shisui looks amused somewhat but is frowning at me. He sighs and crouches down to look me in the eye.

"Shouldn't you be at the station, or at home?" He finally asks.

"Shouldn't you be in the trash where you belong?" Is my quick retort.

His eye twitches and he smiles. "Funny," he says flatly.

I nod, making a show of looking at his features. "I agree, you are pretty funny looking. Maybe not the trash but buried deep so no one can look at that," I gesture to his face.

"Is that a threat?" He asks casually if not curiously.

"Do you want it to be?" I ask back. We stare at each other for what seems to be a long time before looking away at the same time when Itachi sighs.

"What happened?" He gets straight to the point.

I place my hands on my nonexistent hips and scowl. I nod to where all the kids are still crying, "Those little shits were making Sas-something here uncomfortable. Told them to fuck off. The little bitch Ami slapped me, so I tackled her."

"My name is Sasuke," little duck says looking something annoyed that I may have forgotten already.

"Sasuke is this true?" Itachi asks because obviously they won't trust my word. What bullshit. Why the fuck would I ever lie? What reason do I have to lie?

Little duck nods his head vigorously, "Yeah! All the girls were getting too close, I tried to tell them to leave me alone but they wouldn't listen. Then- then one tried to touch me…"

I nod in agreement and meet Itachi's eyes, "It's true. I was over there by the swings when I saw one try to grab him. He would try and tell them to politely fuck off but they just got closer and louder. I shouted at them when one went for the hair. Got there before anyone could actually touch him." No thank you anyone? Hello? Just saved your sibling from rape here!

"Wait, so you're saying that you fought for Sasuke-Chan?" Shisui asks while Itachi looks greatly disgusted and disturbed.

"I fought because I was slapped," I almost snap at the kid. Follow along please! Sighing, I shrug a shoulder. I'm way too high-strung. "But if they didn't attack first and wouldn't fuck off then yeah I would've thrown the first punch. Then I would drag little duck here to the swings. No one would bother him there, not with me or little blonde there."

Apparently that was the right thing to say because it seems that I'm being looked at in a new light or some shit. Sushi smiles at me and pats my head before standing back up.

"I like you kid."

"Pedophile."

He laughs but seems to remember something and looks at me confused. "Who's 'little blonde'?"

I point over to the swings where Naruto is standing looking my way nervously. His eyes keep flickering between me and the only actual ninjas here. He almost flinches when Shisui turns to look at him. Apparently Sushi notices so he smiles and waves. Naruto seems to go into shock.

"You broke him you asshole," I mutter before making my way over. Might as well introduce everyone.

I'm halfway there when I remember something and turn to look back at the three Uchihas following me. "You say anything bad to him and I will fight you," to make my point I reach a hand into my pocket.

"You couldn't possibly have more," Sushi whispers horrified.

"I have at least ten more," I smirk before turning back around.

Little blonde is fidgeting by the time I get there. I pat his head while looking at Sasuke. "Little blonde," I say getting his attention, "meet little duck."

"My name's Sasuke!" He almost shouts while turning red.

"I know, and I don't care. You're little duck now, like he's little blonde," I rebut with a wave of my hand. Sasuke pouts but doesn't say anything. Instead he turns to Naruto.

"What's your name?" He asks curiously.

Naruto looks at Sasuke suspiciously before turning to look at me, I blink but nod for him to answer. "I'm...my name's Naruto," he says hesitantly.

I clap my hands, "And I'm Sakura. No -San or -Chan, or any of that shit with me. If you do, I'll cut you."

Sushi snorts looking amused. "Or you'll what? Cut me? That's cute Sakura-chan~!"

I grin as I pull out the kitchen knife I've been carrying around with me since leaving the house. "Yeah, I'll cut you."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE A KNIFE!?"

"Who doesn't carry one?"

"Everyone!"

"Liar! You have some right there! I'm not blind!"

"I'm a shinobi! And these aren't knives!"

"Tomato potato."

"No!"

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I couldn't find a good way to end this chapter...but hoped you enjoyed!

We've officially met the Prissy Princess: Fu-Chan !, Sushi!, The Princess!, and Little Emo Duck!

Anyways! ANNOUNCEMENT!

I've found a new obsession guys: Boku no Hero Academia aka My Hero Academia!

In other words, I'll be writing a BNHA Fanfic(s).

I'll be writing an OC one, that one is set to go (I just have to write it).

And then there's this idea:

What if Anna wasn't reborn into Naruto but BNHA? And as someone's twin?

—-who's twin should she be?

Todoroki Shoto

Shigaraki Tomura

WHAT DO YOU THINK!? Should I?