WHY THE HELL AM I PINK?! (*UNDER CONSTRUCTION*)

Babysitting Disaster

(A/N: Sorry for taking so long, there we're some family problems and I couldn't find the inspiration to write, but luckily I did and finished this long chapter. The picture above I made from Chibi Maker and edited it a bit on Autodesk. They're not perfect and meant to just give you a good idea of how they look. Oh and Sakura I edited a base I got from Deviantart (sorry I can't remember the username). I hope you enjoy! :))
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Throughout my toddler-hood, I practiced in pulling and pushing chakra. I wanted to learn from experience, how chakra works. I'm surprisingly not that hypersensitive to chakra like some OC's are from some fanfiction. Sure, I could feel chakra practically flooding my senses, but it's not as dramatically painful as I've read. It's more irritation than pain, like pepper getting into your nose.

Though, I'm pretty sure I'll get the hang of learning jutsus and stuff much faster than the normal academy students. This would be pretty much due to this amazing nerdy brain (Arigatou Sakura-chan~) and that I'm more in tune with my chakra than normal kids. I sound full of myself, but it's true. Imagine waking up and having a weird energy that you can manipulate at will once you get the hang of it.

The people native in the chakra world manipulate the energy to how they're taught and learn at different paces, while the non-natives that are sent to the chakra world will be able to manipulate the energy much quicker than the natives, albeit with some difficulty. I hope that makes sense, I can't really put it any other way. Wait... who the fuck am I talking to?! *shakes head furiously*

Anyways, Kizashi's chakra makes my eyes sting a little, while Mebuki's chakra makes my nose flare in agitation. It's weird, my mother's chakra is twice as potent as dad's. Guess she's the man of the house. *snorts* Mebuki's chakra especially makes me a bit nauseated and light headed when she's angry.

Besides that, I've been visited by countless relatives that annoy me with their constant cooing. I ended up biting one of my cousin's fingers, who was 10, because he wouldn't stop poking my cheek. The little fucker had it coming, he should of known better when I started angrily gurgling at him.

He now calls me,"The Pink Demon", much to my mother's ire. It was weird though, Mebuki's eyes held so much malice in that moment, it was terrifying. Mebuki was always pictured as a kind and strong woman, but at that moment, she seemed like a whole different person.

I can only imagine how brutal she could of been in battle, now that's a scary thought. Speaking about strange things, I was able to understand everyone without much difficulty, but was unable to speak the language, at least not yet. (This was before I hit a year old if the second chapter wasn't obvious.... Wait, what?)

Okay, so not being able to speak Japanese isn't all that weird, it's not my first language, after all. I was a Mexican-American who loved education so I took night school and I took Spanish and got a B. Haha, even though I'm 75% white girl born in the U.S. with parents and brothers born and raised in Mexico.

I'm not really fluent in Spanish like my brothers, but I knew enough to get by. As for Japanese, I've seen numerous anime to get the gist of some words and have done minimal research, but I learned a bit about Japanese greetings, suffixes, and a couple other things. It's not perfect, but whatever you know. At least I've been absorbing information like a sponge when Mebuki and Kizashi read to me.

Anyways, I believe I'm 3 years old right now (yaaaay...). I can walk, sorta talk (My vocabulary is lacking and I slur my words), and manipulate people with my adorable face. (^u^). Mebuki had recently gotten a job at a local pastry shop called "Kana Hana Pastries", which is owned by Kana and Hana Higurashi, and Kizashi had gotten promoted to head Mixologist of a popular Shinobi bar called "Shinobeer", which is owned by my grandfather, Itsuki Haruno.