Not your typical girl

Chapter one

My POV

I'm gonna start a year after I, um, got here in the... anime. But, if you're curious enough, yes. Yes I did come with the... man, to which I learned where the actual fuck I actually am and learned his name is... Asazaki. Yeah weird. Anyway, turns out the guy was supposed to be a father, if his wife wasn't killed in action carrying his two months old unborn child, and wanted to adopt me. Asazaki thought I have amnesia, to which I didn't bother denying-it was a 'play-it-safe' kinda move-since I was forgetful.

So he adopted me, although I'm kinda sure you have to sign something for that, and placed me in home school to which I didn't put much fight. I was, still am, kinda curious as to how the hell I'm able to understand Japanese despite not focusing much on the tutorial app by much and talk so fluently like it was natural. That and I'm a shut-in type of person. Also-oh god... I'm rambling, sorry, let's just start this.

Did I mention Asazaki's a jounin? Or that I'm actually in Konoha? Well, nevermind. Let's just start before I start rambling again.

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"...Father?" Wow that feels so weird rolling off my tongue. The hazel brown haired male looked up with a raised eyebrow, my anxiety abruptly shot up, I quickly avoided looking eye contact. God, still socially akward, eh? I really have a... what you call it again? Communication disorder? Phobia in words? Sorry, I forgot. Somebody help. Anyway, back at the moment at hand. "Yes?" he hummed, a small smile painted on his lips as he leaned on the kitchen counter.

Is that supposed to be lessening the awkwardness? I'm legit feeling scared right now to even ask. Is this supposed to even happen right now? I'm scared. To myself, I mean. I don't really care about anything else by much. Murder. I mean, should I? Or should I just...

. . .

Fuck it.

"Can you buy me some new sketchpads? And a few pencils along with an eraser?" I asked, a little bit hesitant and scared. Don't blame me, please, this is just how my personality goes. Asazaki, I still can't call him father without feeling a bit weird, gave me a confused look before throwing me a soft and kind smile. He's gonna deny me, is he?

"Sure, don't you want anything else?" I blinked, what. Well, that was kinda easy. Ish. Although my social anxiety still gets in the way everynow and then, but nonetheless I nodded my head slighty at the man. He nodded back, gesturing at me to say something. I gulped. I was never a selfish, no offense, person so I'm not exactly that comfortable to go around asking for things that I want.

Releasing a shaky breath, I gave the, um, Jounin a small smile. "Can you get me some new books? Story ones? And some notebooks too?" A chuckle of amusment was what I got in reply from the older being, I blushed brightly looking away. Asazaki stood up before making his way towards me, an arm outstretched ready to ruffle my short raven locks. I flinched, just as his hand hovered over my head, he hesitated before settling a pat on my head. I let out a light, playful, kitten-ish purr, the man laughed. I grinned.

"I'll also be off in a mission, so expect me to not make it in time for dinner with your stuff." He stated, hand separating from my head. I nodded knowing exactly what the reason is. It had only been a month, a month since I found out I was in a warring era. At first, it scared me. My thoughts were wild and messy as I tried to process whatever the hell I just learned, turns out I was in the same era/generation as Team Minato. Although I'm not sure if I'm older or younger than them. I hope none of the above. I'm not sure if I want to meet even one of the members. I mean, I literally have a crush on both Obito and Kakashi. That and I'm a fujoshi, if you guys know what that means, so it's a huge fucking mess.

Other than that, I still accepted it. Asazaki, my father-eek!-, is the only person I'm... comfortable? To open up little by little to. I don't know what to feel. Even my father back then didn't notice my ever growing self-pity and hate. And it almost felt nice to know that this... man is actually worried about my whole well-being despite not being related with me. Almost. I was never the type to get too close with someone, so the border of me actually treating Asazaki as my father and me seeing him only as a... friend is quite blurry. And hard to do.

With a few more small jokes, reminders and goodbyes, he left. I waved as my eyes trailed after his disappearing figure as he walked farther and farther away. Asazaki... he reminds me of my father. Ish. He isn't exactly that much of a comedian, or jokester, as my actual father is. It felt disappointing, since he pretty much almost resembled my dad. Large and tall, deep but kind voice, soft eyes, strong and...

Without knowing, tears started to stream down my eyes down to my chin and to the ground where they splashed like tiny raindrops from the sky, I blinked. Huh? Guess I still haven't moved on completely, eh? It hurts. It really, really hurts. Especially when Asazaki's smile reminds me of him so much. So much that it hurts much more.

I need to be reminded.

Don't love too much... don't trust too much... don't care too much... Because that 'too much' is gonna hurt so much.