A Fool's Daughter {Jiraiya's daughter OC}

Shiro's week.

'What the hell is going on?'  Shiro wondered, staring at the pretty lady who was smiling at her.

She knew that the woman was her mother. But she didn't remember her really. It was like knowing the fact, not the memory.

Another fact she knew was that her name was currently Shirona. She was three years old. She lived in a crappy apartment with her mother and apparently a fictional character from an anime. 

Her mother worked at night, so maybe a prostitute? And Hayate babysat her often.

That was the extent of her knowledge, the most useful one being the fact that she was in a fictional world for some reason.

'Again, what the hell is going on? Didn't I die?'

Before she could ponder on the thought the woman, her mother, gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Shiro flushed at the affectionate gesture, her original mother had never been this nice, then again her original mother was always mean.

"It's time to leave Shirona-chan." The lady informed her.

Shiro frowned, she didn't really like being called that name for some reason. It didn't feel like that name belonged to her. "Shiro." She blurted before she could help herself.

"Pardon me?" The lady asked in confusion.

'She speaks pretty formal.' Shiro noted.

"Call me Shiro." Shiro mumbled averting eye contact with the lady.

"Right. It's time to leave Shiro-chan, or do you plan on living in the hospital?" The lady asked, humor lacing her tone.

Shiro quickly shook her head, she didn't like hospitals. Not one bit. "Let's leave!" She suggested loudly, taking the lay by surprise.

'Ah crap, did Shirona not raise her voice?'  Shiro was worried that the lady would see through her, so she just stayed quiet.

Apparently that was normal since the lady didn't question it. The lady just signed a few papers at the front lobby, and then they were off.

Shiro couldn't help but observe everything around her with childish curiosity, this was the famous Konohagakure from the famous Naruto series after all. 

What sort of fan wouldn't want to see the village the protagonist grew up in?

Konoha was pretty lively. 

Aside from that, much to her disappointment, Shiro found it to be pretty much like the anime had portrayed. 

A part of her was hoping that there was something else , something exciting that hadn't been showed in the anime. She was wrong.

Her shoulders slumped.

Then she noticed something.

People were whispering and glancing at her and the lady. With a frown Shiro grabbed the lady's hand, squeezing it for comfort. Not that the lady seemed to realize the comfort gesture considering the lady gave her a reassuring smile.

'I'm trying to comfort you, not the other way around pretty lady.' Shiro flushed realizing she had called her current biological mother pretty in her head. She glanced away. 'It's because I'm not used to this damn it. I hate blushing.' She inwardly grumbled.

"Mikoto-san?"

At the familiar name Shiro looked up to see the infamous Mikoto Uchiha picking out tomatoes from a vegetable stand. 'Please, please, please not hear that the pretty lady just called out to you.' Shiro even crossed her fingers.