I am inside an anime?

Chapter 2: one step at a time, literally

warning censured curse words :)

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From the moment Akira opened her eyes, something about her new existence felt profoundly wrong. Her thoughts were too coherent, too mature for the tiny body she inhabited. It didn't take long for her to piece together the surreal truth—she had been reborn into another world. Not just any world, either, but one she recognized all too well: the shinobi world of Naruto.

Clues were everywhere, practically screaming at her. The shared trait of milky-white eyes among everyone around her. People disappearing and appearing randomly. The sprawling estate? Subtle as a wrecking ball, hinting at old money and influence. But the uncanny resemblance her twin sister, to Hinata Hyuga—the future heiress of the Hyuga clan. It was like the universe handed her a neon sign that said, "Guess what, Sherlock?"

When a shinobi began kneeling before her father, the full gravity of her situation sank in. Akira was living inside the Naruto universe, surrounded by powerful shinobi and ancient traditions. The realization sent a chill through her young soul. This wasn't just a chance for a second life—it was a death sentence waiting to happen.

But before Akira could even begin grappling with the challenges of this dangerous world, one immediate obstacle stood in her way: Hinata.

Life as an infant in this world was humiliating. For someone with a fully developed adult mind, the indignities of being wiped, fed, and cradled like a helpless doll were nearly unbearable. However, nothing was as frustrating as the relentless presence of her twin sister, Hinata.

Despite her soft-spoken nature in the anime, this pint-sized version of Hinata was a terror in disguise. She clung to Akira with a personal vendetta, copying her every move with unsettling accuracy. At first, Akira found it endearing—a real "aw, she's so cute" moment. What she didn't realize was that this only fueled Hinata's mischievous streak.

Case in point: the Battle of Mr. Buzzy. Sure, it sounds silly—fighting a toddler fighting over a bunny toy—but when your reincarnation bonus includes the maturity of an adult, Mr. Buzzy becomes your oasis of zen. For Akira, it was sacred ground. For Hinata, it was a challenge.

Whenever Akira tried to escape for some well-deserved peace, Hinata's secret weapon came into play: a wail so piercing it could summon every nanny, caretaker, and possibly Akira's of the universe friends. And heaven forbid Akira dared to claim Mr. Buzzy first—Hinata's tears would flow like a faucet, with the dramatic flair of someone auditioning for an Oscar.

To Akira's growing frustration, their bond wasn't limited to proximity. Hinata seemed to find joy in pestering her in ways that ranged from innocent curiosity to outright torment. Mealtime became an ordeal of endurance, with Hinata gleefully tugging Akira's hair or biting her arm. Akira often found herself wishing for a quiet corner to sulk in, away from her sister's incessant antics.

Determined to carve out a sliver of independence, Akira hatched a plan she called Operation: Get Out of the House. It wasn't just about escaping Hinata—it was about reclaiming control over her own existence. Every previous attempt had been thwarted, largely because Hinata's cries acted like a home alarm. But this time, Akira was confident. This time, her twin was preoccupied searching for a toy—a small rabbit toy that Akira had 'misplaced' it.

"Asi! Asi!" Hinata's voice echoed through the hallways, tinged with frustration and determination.

Akira suppressed a smirk as she crawled toward the estate's exit. Her small hands scraped against the stone floor as she pushed herself forward, inch by inch. The familiar frantic calls of her twin, Hinata, grew fainter in the distance, a sign that her plan was actually working. At last, freedom was within reach. She could escape the suffocating walls of the estate, the endless cycle of feeding and being babied. The air outside—if she could get to it—would be a taste of autonomy.

Using the stone walls for balance, Akira shakily lifted herself onto her unsteady legs. She swayed, her legs weak from crawling, but the door was just a few feet away. Her heart raced with anticipation, and despite her baby body, her determination flared. She took one wobbly step, then another, her tiny feet dragging across the ground.

A triumphant grin spread across her face. She was almost there. The door—her escape—was within reach.

But just as her tiny hands reached for the handle, a sudden yank on her leg sent her tumbling to the ground, her body flopping forward. The sharp impact knocked the wind out of her as her face hit the cool floor. Her hands flailed in frustration, and she turned her head to see what had caused the disturbance.

A squirrel, with mischievous eyes and a flicking tail, stood a few feet away, watching her with what could only be described as amusement. It chirped, hopping toward her before darting off with a teasing scamper. The little creature had somehow tripped her. Of all things—a squirrel.

Akira's frustration boiled over, her baby mind overwhelmed by the injustice of it all. She couldn't speak—her voice trapped in the helpless gurgles and coos of a baby—but inside, her thoughts raged. F** you, you furry little acrobat. It wasn't fair! She was so close!

Before she could push herself up and try again, a shadow fell across her.

"There you are," he said softly, his voice filled with relief. "You shouldn't wander off. Everyone's been worried."

Akira's tiny fists clenched in frustration as her father effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, pulling her close to his chest. She squirmed, trying to free herself, but her infant body was no match for his strength.

He was holding a small bundle, and his expression was one of calm concern. Akira's heart skipped a beat as she recognized him. It was her uncle. His features, though gentle, were unmistakable. He resembled Hiashi Hyuga, the stoic patriarch of the Hyuga clan. She found herself deposited back in the main hall of the estate.

Akira's eyes locked onto Hinata, the one who had been the cause of all her previous miseries. As Akira was cradled against her Uncel's chest, she couldn't help but glare at the world around her. Her plan was foiled—again. All that effort, and she was right back where she started.

In the hall, her mother was already waiting, cradling a tearful Hinata. The moment Akira entered the room, her twin's cries turned into hiccuping sniffles, and she reached out toward her sister with tiny, trembling hands.

"Don't ever disappear like that again," their mother chided, her face a mask of worry. She pulled Akira into a tight embrace, holding both girls close. Akira, against her better judgment, found herself instinctively reaching out to comfort her twin. Her small hand patted Hinata's head, and the action seemed to soothe them both.

"Thank you, brother," her father said to my uncle.

As the adults exchanged pleasantries, Akira's sharp eyes took in her surroundings. Akira was living in the Naruto universe. She was a Hyuga, no less. And she was utterly, hopelessly screwed.

To be continued...

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Hei, hei! hope you enjoyed it. if there is anything that doesn't make much sense, I would love some pointers. (This is literally my first writing I have no clue what I am doing)