Since her and Sasuke's chakra reserves were so small, there was no way they could be sensed. Despite being the opposite of graceful their footsteps were swallowed by their socked feet, which glided more than anything over the tile.
Their giggles were drowned out by their tiny gasps, smiles stretching across their teething mouths. She felt the all powerful one's Chakra spike in interest and grinned. Her plan was already working and all she had to do was arrive. Their parents chakara remained stagnate.
She felt a giggle bubble in Sasukes tummy, as her arms were wrapped around him.
"Shh..." She did her best to shush him. He seemed to get it as he fell mostly silent. She hoped the door was open like it was in their room. If not, they could always be noisy until someone opened it.
Ah! It was the same room new dad was talking to Itachi in when they crawled for the first time!
Wow. That room was made for grand entrances. A lot of things were going down there, and when she was old enough, she would make a memorial or something. If the door wasn't cracked this time, then it could be easily slid open. But she would give her parents some credit; no way would they leave it open with a Shinobi like that visiting.
They approached and the conversation inside halted.
"Itachi?" Her new dad called.
She took a deep breath.
"BAH! HA!"
Sasuke laughed, loud and joyfully.
"HABAH HA"
Their laughter and baby blabble blocked out the sound of footsteps, so when the door opened, it was slightly surprising.
Mikoto was looking at both of them, surprise lighting up her face. Her figure loomed above them, light dusting her hair and shoulders, contrasting with the dark hallway.
"Miko? Sasuke?"
They giggled and toddled in around her legs, only to finally trip on the rug where she was sitting and roll to a stop next to the low table, laughing like two miniature earth quakes. A deep rumble like thunder joined them and startled them out of their laughter. Wriggling around, they turned. She first spotted Fugaku, who looked both proud and stunned. Having both of them walk here was quite the achievement.
But then she spotted who the other one was.
Despite his small stature in comparison to her father and the flowing white robes, he literally radiated power. He somehow managed to keep his smoking pipe in his mouth despite his chuckles, and his beard was on point.
This was The Third Hokage.
Plot twist. She was not expecting this. But then again what was she expecting?
His laughter abated and he gave them both appraising looks. Both of them had never seen a stranger like this up close before with the weird colored hair. She snapped to attention.
Resuming her laughing, she makes the 'up' gesture at the hokage. He leans over, bemused, and picked her up.
It was indescribably. She actually had to shut of her sensor abilities he was so strong. She felt safe and secure. And of course, wherever she went so did Sasuke, so he crawled over and demanded to be picked up, and soon, both of his arms were filled with babies.
He baby talked in his own way, and bounced them a bit, much to their delight. She noticed her new parents. Her parents fingers slowly unclenched, her mom's stiff back bended a bit, and her dad's breath even out. Faintly, she remembered the firm tense Chakra that permeated the house before she and Sasuke arrived. It seemed things weren't going well. Good thing they came when they did. This was post-Ninetails. If they wanted to reconnect with the village or stop the fissure altogether, this was the place to start. Besides Sasuke was named after Lord third's father.
He continued speaking. He sounded like he was relaxing now-the same with her parents. He was speaking about them! He said Miko and Sasuke!
Sasuke fidgeted.
Lord Third asked something in a questioning tone.
He burbled, then opened his mouth.
"Kon-ha?"
His first non-English word; Konoha.
She grinned, her plan was a success.
There was a stunned silence in the room. The Third looked up at her parents at their equally startled faces then back at Sasuke. She didn't even mind he was stealing the lime-light.
Then the loudest laugh yet left him.
Cha-Ching.