Disclaimer: Been over this. I'm not the owna' man… Masashi is a beast.

Shout out to everyone for all the reviews, favorites, and follows.

Authors Note: I realize I haven't updated in a year and a half. My bad. Cut me up with your scathing words in that review section . But seriously I am sorry, I started this fanfic because I honestly love OC fanfictions and I love Naruto… you know so what's not to love? Anyway—I have my story completely outlined the only thing I have to do is write it out. That's the lengthy part. To be quite frank I get surprise reviews every once in a while and it reminds me I need to get my shit together because I started this thing and I'm going to damn well end it. Enjoy!

P.S. Still need a beta to proof read my ish.

"Silence is a friend who will never betray."

-Confucius

Chapter 2: Sprouting Out of the Weeds

1 Year

At a year old I find myself sleeping A LOT. As much I try to stay awake during the day I sleep about 18 hours every night… I know it's because babies are growing and all that shit but I have work to do. Shikamaru and I are somehow on the same sleeping schedule, maybe it's because we're twins? Whatever, I'm not going to look too much into it. Anyway, we're roused from our sleep by Yoshino who then proceeds to bathe, clothe, and feed us. After that we lounge around with Mom all day, watching her play the everlasting role of the kunoichi turned housewife. Washing dishes, scrubbing tatami mats, dusting in places that have no more dust because she already dusted there… the point is at one years old life is drab.

2 Years Old

Same Shit. Except I grew some teeth. Hooray.

3 Years Old

Shikamaru and I are wreaking fucking havoc. Or well… I wreak the havoc and he'll follow me around and sleep while I get my inner bad girl on.

4 Years Old

The pitter patter of feet against wooden floors reach my ears. Cracking open a lazy eye from my two-hour slumber I see my father—in his hands he has the remains of a mission report with sloppy katakana drawn with lipstick.

"Shikayana. What is this?" He points at it with a dubious finger.

"Uhh I was trying to write my name…" I say in a meek voice.

He gives the paper another dubious look, as if it'll catch on fire and burn his retinas.

Pointing at it he says, "You spelled your name wrong. And we have pencils honey…"

"I know THAT dad. I was being creative! And I did not spell my name wrong!" I exclaim with a pout on my face. Katakana are freaking HARD to learn, and Japanese characters are a bitch to write. So excuse the sloppy paint job, I'm working on it.

Dad beckons me forward. I'm curious about what he wants, "Am I in trouble?" I question him. "No, but I'm going to teach you to write properly." He grunts and proceeds to drill me for the next few hours on katakana, brush strokes, etc. A couple weeks later I'm able to spell my name right and I have badass handwriting—for a four-year-old at least.

5 Years Old

"Yana and Maru! Come downstairs."

That's the first thing my sleep addled brain comprehends in the morning. Shika and I trudge down the stairs at a sedate pace, eyes half-cracked and big yawns escaping our maws. I take a seat at the table with my brother until I realize that there's no breakfast out—nothing. I finally wake up enough to see our parents sitting next to each other at the table with stern looks on their faces. This isn't unusual, it just doesn't happen often which is why Shikamaru and I make sure to pay rapt attention to what they're about to announce.

Coughing to clear his throat dad raps a hand on the table, "We're enrolling you two into the ninja academy." I can't honestly say I'm surprised, caught off guard a little but not completely baffled unlike my brother. He's already got his head buried in his arms moaning about 'What a drag this is…' typical Maru.

I nudge him and he turns to give me a disgruntled look, "Don't worry otouto, I'll take care of you!" and I mean it, because there's a shit storm headed our way in about 10 years and I'm going to have to be able to take care of myself. That includes Maru, he's a part of me and together we'll become strong. I can feel the smirk creeping onto my face, and I hear a faint" You're weird nee-san…" but I ignore it in favor of breakfast finally being served.

Finally, Chapter 2 is complete. I know all of my chapters have been short but they're my beginning ones just to fill you in a little. I don't know I wanted there to some background. From now on we're getting into the plot and my chapters will be longer.

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