𝙂𝙊𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓 ⁿᵃʳᵘᵗᵒ [𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴]

002

she will never forget the indescibable feeling of learning that she's now living in the village she and her friends made.

it was making her proud, but at the same time.. she felt off about it. she heard about the history of the shinobi world from her mother, sora still doesn't remember her name.

hashirama senju was said to have beaten his friend, madara uchiha during their last battle. that made her wonder why they would fight and kill themselves just because she died.

maybe she knew the reason and was just staying ignorant about it. but well, what can she do?

she had a lover after all. and even if they're dead, she'd still stay loyal.

'nora would love to see this beautiful view.' a small brunette thought with a small smile, viewing the leaf village.

"oh my, miya! you're smiling again.. come give papa a hug-"

"stay ten feet away from me, birth giver."

her father pouted while following her orders. he did stay ten feet away from her, who was walking around the village with her tiny four year old feet. he was watching her even from afar, so that no harm comes to his daughter.

"miya, don't run okay?"

"mhm, now shut up."

"..."

her blue irises scanned around the area, and they eventually rested on two looking uchiha's. one of them looked like izuna, the boy she saved a century ago. he looked about five years older than her physical age.

and the other looked like a boy her age, who had..awful, looking hair. awful like madara and hashirama's.

the young uchiha was crying too.

that was really unsightly.

her parents still haven't heard their daughter call them mom or dad. it was quite a mystery to them and at the same time, heartbreaking.

oh, how they wish to make their daughter call them those names.

lying down on her marvelous pink bed, she sighed heavily and fanned her face.

"should i revive those hoes of mine?" sora quietly muttered to herself.

she was lonely, and was going through another emo phase.

she sighed with tired eyes with the thought of her friends.

i mean, it's not hard to make her old dead wrinkly friends alive again but... she was quite lazy to do anything.

and the only way to see her dead friends and reach their dead chakra coil to revive them was to kill herself and meet the shinigami then make another deal.

hm.. now that she has many spiritual energy, it might be a little easier to meet the shinigami.

she begrudgingly rolled down her bed and took a kunai. she was about to slice her neck when-

"miya, it's two am, go to sleep." her father knocked on the side of her wall, "you've been yelling and yelling, shut your eyes and-"

sora sighed yet again.

"yes, yes human. i'll go to sleep."

the door to her room opened revealing her new mother.

she smoothly flipped the kunai and kicked it under her bed.

her mother named mitsuba who is now home gasped at her child with scolding eyes, "soramiya. honey. that is not how you should speak to your father."

"o-oh, it's fine darling-"

"no, no. she's already four and she still won't call us mom and dad, she needs to-"

sora didn't know why her mother was a little bit mad. stress from being a shinobi, she presumes.

kai smoothly grabbed her hands and walked her outside of their daughter's room, closing sora's door too while he was at it.

"there's no need for that, i didn't really call my parents like that either so it's fine."

"kai.. oh my god," mitsuba pinched the bridge of her nose, "look you can't be a pushover even to your very own child.."

"i'm fine with it, really." he shook his head,  "and hey! i'm not a pushover. you should see me when i killed off tho-"

"i know, i know. but still.. her calling us our names is fine. but instead.. she's calling us human, peasant and.. other names."

"maybe our child is just a bit..quirky...?"

their daughter's door suddenly opened wide, making her appearance known, her eyes twitched from being called quirky.

she doesn't know why, but someone calling her that was.... uhm..

"i am not quirky, you human bitch!"

ever since that time and day, when she didn't want to be called like that anymore, she has now called them mother and father.

and it made her parents joyously celebrate.