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1.
Kizashi is in his thirties when his wife gives birth for the first time. It’s a gruesome sight, but a precious one at that.
The small pink haired baby quietly arrives into the world, her eyes shining at the light.
Healthy.
(Also screaming and crying.)
Haruno Kizashi is overjoyed with the new additions to his family.
"What should we name her?" She asks, uncharacteristically soft and quiet as she pokes at the newborn's cheek.
The soft, pink pudge looks up at him with startlingly light green eyes, curious and bright.
Kizashi stares back at the baby, admiring the combination of their features, an adorable little thing.
“Sakura…Haruno Sakura.”
“Welcome home, Sakura,” she smiles.
This, he thinks, is true love.
2.
Yuuta was not the least bit amused. Not at all.
He didn't know how much time had passed. All he ever did was cry, eat and sleep. His body seemed restricted to carrying out only those activities. He would try to move his body, to no avail, considering he was tightly—not uncomfortably—wrapped in a blanket.
One thing, his eyesight. It was bad. Like really bad.
No, he wasn't blind. As far as he was aware, all newborn infants were born with blurry eyesight.
He couldn't do much at all, except for withstanding the cooing of the many adults around him. Most of his time as a baby is spent sleeping, eating and listening to his surroundings.
It was incredibly boring, even for someone like him. No one to talk to, nothing to do, just..yeah, boring.
But he desperately needed something to occupy his attention while his body refused to comply. So, he continued to meddle with the cursed energy that continued to flow through him, soaking up the information that was offered to him by the people that didn’t know he was listening.
There was no doubt that he came off as strange. But perhaps, due to him being the first child, his parents had opted to file it as an infant’s behavior. Still, it was incredibly frustrating, he was alone.
That had probably been the worst thing to happen to him since he killed his middle school bully. It was frustrating, though, not having an outlet. No wonder toddlers were famous for their constant temper tantrums. It was almost enough to send him through his second existential crisis, in the span of three years, he just—
“Yuuta…”
Err...well, not alone, he shrugs.
3.
Haruno Mebuki knew her daughter was intelligent from the moment she first opened her eyes.
Sakura formed a habit of reaching out to every object near her and poking at it with curiosity. She even witnessed her trying to talk to her imaginary friends, frowning at the continuous failed attempts to do so.
Ah, she remembers the first time she took Sakura to a bath. She cried for days on end. She started to talk to her imaginary friends even more after that.
There was no other way to describe it other than absolutely adorable.
“Sakura-chan!” She called, watching as her child turned around and stumbled towards her.
“Mama! Here!” Sakura replied, running away from the other children half-blindly until she ran smack into her legs.
It’s not the first time she’s dragged her to the park in hopes of getting her to make new friends, but Sakura always found a way to avoid talking to the other children.
Honestly, she had no idea what her daughter was so afraid of. Everyone loved her. On her fourth birthday, all the guests cooed at her, gave her gifts and even asked for a possible playdate arrangement with their own kids.
Sakura had a look of pure horror when she asked if she wanted to go play with the other kids.
Mebuki can’t pinpoint what it is that scared her so much. She thinks it might have been the cooties that Kizashi told her about.
Oh, well, she’ll warm up to it sooner or later.
4.
Okkotsu Yuuta hates his new life.
His parents must have thought that he was shy, with how much he refused to interact with other kids. To be fair, kids are just…disgusting.
But the real reason? It’s Rika.
You’d think that someone who died at eleven years old would enjoy talking to kids. Well, he was wrong, very wrong.
She hated it, went through five different stages of grief about how ‘Yuuta, you don’t need kids.’ and ‘I will kill them in their sleep.’ —which was, well, weird but tolerable.
So, he decided to stick to reading.
Suffice to say that it was a good choice. This world was incredibly different from his own. Originally, he had been confused as to why no one had TV’s and operated on old mechanisms. But he brushed it off, thinking that their town was probably more remote than others.
It wouldn’t matter either way. He had a plan, a plan that he would later find absolutely useless.
It was supposed to go like this: he’d go to school, learn, graduate as fast as possible, and then go back to Jujutsu High to find someone that at least knows his name.
It goes like this: he gets a book, reads, finds out he’s in the Edo period, and that instead of sorcery, it's magic ninja bullshit.
History in this world was, well, short but had tons of remarkable events. Just fifty years back, the village was first created, and betrayals—blah, blah, blah.
Anyways, case in point. He’s in a whole different universe!
“Mommy, are you a ninja?” He asked, carefully pronouncing his words with a curious look on his face.
Mebuki raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “You’re at that age already?”
“Kids sure grow up fast,” his father sighs.
“To answer your question, no, I’m not a ninja.”
At her reply, he visibly deflates.
“Oh,”
He eyes the pamphlet on his desk warily. On one hand, he could have the freedom to go out of the village and explore, and could possibly find a way back to his world. On the other hand…he might die. (Rika grips his shoulder tighter at that line of thought.)
“Dad,” he burbled, carefully running his pudgy toddler hands over his dress.
“Yes?”
“I want to become a ninja,” he declares.
His mother giggles and his father's lips press firmly together, unsure of his child’s new found goal.
“Well…” Kizashi trails off.
“Oh, come on. She’ll get to make new friends!”
Ugh. Kids.
He doesn’t know why he’s been reborn in a different universe. He doesn’t care to know why either, all that matters is that he gets back to his friends.
But there’s one thing he knows; this is all Gojo Satoru’s fault.