Cherished Princess

Chapter 2 - New Arrivals

We arrived in Konoha after living without our real family for nearly a decade. Inoara and I strolled through the streets, admiring the scenery. I noticed other guys staring at me, so I avoided making eye contact with them.

Inoara tapped my shoulder, "Maybe it's better if you transform into a guy, so you don't attract too much attention," she whispered into my ear.

I nodded and transformed into a male version of myself. However, as I passed by the villagers, I was interrupted by a chorus of flirtatious female giggles.

"Wow, he's really hot," one girl whispered.

"Yeah, he's extremely handsome. I wish he was my friend."

"I wonder if he's single," another added.

My sister facepalmed, "Forget it, you'll be noticed either way," she scoffed.

"Maybe that wasn't such a good idea," I mumbled.

I noticed a group of boys having a conversation close to us. One of them had blonde hair and blue eyes. I recognized him. It was Boruto Uzumaki. Surprisingly, I recognized all of them. I found it odd that I knew who they were, but they didn't know who I was. In any case, I usually know these things. Inoara claims I know everything, which is ridiculous. 

I am also aware of the past, present, and future. I try not to make a big deal out of it and act as if it doesn't bother me. It was never difficult for me to pretend I didn't know these things because I'd been doing it my entire life. However, I usually suppress my powers so that they don't affect the future. I was well aware of my abilities, but I'm still taken aback by the amount of information that floats around in my head.

My sister picked up on my sudden composure, "You know them don't you?" She asked, but her question was more of a confirmation. "Well, you don't have to tell me," Inoara surrendered lifting her hands, "I don't understand half of the things you know anyway," she giggled as her hands fell back to her sides. 

I laughed slightly at her cute behaviour. I wonder why she didn't ask me how I knew them. That was the actual question, but I couldn't answer it. I just know them; I can't explain how. I guess she was just used to getting that answer from me all the time.

Boruto bumped into me, while I was walking, "Oh, sorry," he apologized. I would have apologized too, but I was trying to conceal my identity at the moment, so I kept quiet.

Inoara gave me a nudge, "Sorry, he can be a bit clumsy at times," she bowed as an apology. I was about to ask her why she referred to me as a 'he' when I realized I was still disguised as a male.

One of the boys named Iwabe looked offended, he glared daggers at me. He walked up and grabbed my collar as I held a poker face.

"You arrogant jerk, you should at least apologize!" He growled, almost spitting at my face. I gave him a blank expression as his grip tightened.

"Wait!" My sister yelled, but it only came out as a squeak amidst the bustling streets.

The Transformation Jutsu deactivated, and I appeared as a female again. His eyes became fixated on my features as he slowly let go of me. 

Iwabe blushed, "S-Sorry," he stammered. The others just stared at me wide-eyed.

"Anyways, we'll be on our way," Inoara grabbed my shoulder and dragged me away.

"Wait, what's your name?!" Boruto called after me.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him, "Tsuki," I replied dryly.

"And I'm Inoara," my sister added. After we got far enough so they wouldn't hear us, she turned back to me, "Why were you being so hostile towards them, they ended up getting the wrong idea."