The Life After

に (Ni) - Cuss Words in Japanese

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After the whole nine tails incident, I turned eight months old and we shifted to a double story house since our flat had been destroyed. I could now walk properly- run as well- and began speaking to them in half formed words. My 'mother' won the bet since I called her mama first and papa the next day.

Their names were Kizashi and Mebuki Haruno. 

My 'father' had purple hair and it was shaped like a star. 

What the fuck.

Suddenly, I was thankful for my own hair. I had inherited my 'mother's' straight silky hair however it seems as if the two colors - dark blonde and purple mixed up together to give a lighter shade.

Pink.

Upon further investigation, I realized that I wasn't completely free from my 'father's' obnoxious hair style. I previously had a pink tuft of hair, the rest of my head being bald. Now, my hair fell in small waves and it reached my chin. Out of the blue, my mother decided to give me a head bath.

It puffed up to form a star. A pink star.

I could remember my 'father' laughing his ass off as my 'mother' giggled and took a photo. My face was in a scowl and I very much wanted to mutter curse words - except I didn't know any in Japanese. 

Yet again, they had all forms of technology other than phones and computers!

Seriously, just where am I?!

Then one day, 

"Sakura-chan!" My 'mother' called for me from the kitchen as I sat in front of the couch, figuring out how to slip away from the village and the police- no, ninja. 

"Hai, mama?" I walked up and made my way towards her. Her green eyes were twinkling with excitement.

"Do you want to go to the park and make friends?" 

"Aren't I too young for that?" 

Last I recalled, two year old kids could make proper friends.

Her smile slightly faltered before shooting back up. "Its completely fine!"

I walked up to my room. "No, I'm fine alone."

I didn't need pesky little slobbering children screaming into my ears. I was one for silence and I never planned on having children. Or any siblings for that matter.

God damn it, I better not get any siblings. I will literally walk in the middle of your activities if I have to. My younger brother Felix was enough.

I sat on the bed before laying down, as my short legs dangled over the bed and I tucked my arms behind my head. 

Just what am I going to do? No friends. Only an annoying family. No way to escape because of these ninjas. No phones.

My talking skills are getting better but I can't practice it every minute of the day.

Damn these third world problems.

I dozed off. 

Two hours later, I heard a knock on the door and jolted awake. My 'mother' called for me to come down. Straightening my dress to remove the creases, I ran my hand through my pink hair to make it somewhat presentable before wiping my lips to remove the drool escaping down my chin.

Making my way down, I stopped in horror.

"Ah, Mebuki-san your daughter looks so cute!" 

That was the last thing I heard before a pair of breasts engulfed me and I struggled to breath. She let me go and chuckled.