As she stepped out onto the balcony of the Kiseki Tower, she surveyed the massive crowds of adoring faces that stretched across her range of sight, all vigorously chanting her name. "Ki-se-ki! Ki-se-ki! Ninjas and Civilians from all over the world gathered outside her home, just to view this historical moment of her inauguration as the Ruler of the Five Great Nations. Fireworks leapt up into the sky, overjoyed at the momentous occasion. Upon straining her eyes, she caught a glimpse of her minions at the front helping to calm the crowd for her inauguration speech.

Her right hand man smiled at her with a familiar smirk. "It is time, Kiseki."

She pouted back at him. "How is it that after all this time, I still can't get you to call me Kiseki-sama?" His only reply was a wink, as he led her to the podium. Clearing her throat, she waited for the cheering to die down, before starting her speech.

"Thank you, it is my great honour to be chosen as the Ruler of the Five Great Nations. Words cannot express how pleased I am to take on this wonderful duty of protecting each and every one of you excellent people. Growing up, I never thought that I would be able to make such an impact on the world..."

As I woke up, I had one thought.

I need to draw the curtains, the sun is way too bright.

Unfortunately, my physical body did not enable me to do so. Strangely, I felt too weak to sit up in my bed, despite numerous attempts. Having felt this way too many times after a lonely night of drinking, I was not too bothered about this. Then I looked around.

Everything seemed…magnified, as if I were in a house for giants. Holy hell, what did I drink last night? And could I have another round of that? For some reason, all this thinking really tired out my brain, and I fell back to sleep like a baby.

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Yes. Like a baby.

"Say Okaa-san! Kaa-san! "

"No no no, say Otou-san! Tou! San! "

Two large faces, smiling at me almost unnaturally, were invading my personal space despite the blanket pulled over my body and my head sinking so far into my neck it would have difficulty trying to come back up again. I felt uncomfortable at this invasion, but resisted the urge to cry and hiss for what seemed to be the seventh time that day. After all, seven is an unlucky number in the Eastern countries, no?

I gave them an unamused raise of a single eyebrow instead, because they have not sufficiently entertained me and thus have proved themselves incompetent as my loyal servants, undeserving of a smile from their supreme master. However, my blurry vision showed them somehow producing an even wider smile, grinning from ear to ear. Seriously, this creepiness needs to stop, for I had not seen a smile so genuine like that towards me of all people for the past 20 years, I might be put in shock.

Oh wait, I should probably summarise what I have discovered so far.

After much confusion (a whole lot of crying and frantic singing), I have finally concluded that I am a baby born in Japan, with two parents and a comfortable futon. They frequently leave me by myself for many days on end (how utterly irresponsible, they deserve punishment with no smiles for a week), and I most likely woke up at age three, because three is the age at which babies start to remember information, unlike what these heathens think as they try to push yet another unfamiliar japanese word into my child brain which was already overloaded from remembering my past.

Thankfully, child brains are also the most absorbent, and I quickly picked up Japanese, not that I would tell my parents of course. Nothing good comes from showing off, as I have learnt so many times in my past life.

Surprisingly, I am not quite sure how I died? One minute I was drinking, the next I was waking up to an unfamiliar room. Perhaps the alcohol poisoning finally caught up to me? My old life would be what some people call "fugitive". Constantly on the run from the police, I knew how to evade traps, break into a bank without even the most detailed of CCTVs catching a glimpse of me. I could pick locks in a second with my back facing the door, and I manipulated everyone to aid my next great heist.

They called me "The Invisible Crook". I was pretty proud of that name, not gonna lie, but sometimes, I do ponder about my past life decisions that have led me to this point. Sure I lived in luxury, and the life of a criminal was thrilling, but was it really worth it? What would have happened if some things had been different?

If I had not been abandoned by my parents at the tender age of six and left to learn how to survive in the most dangerous, shady part of the country.

If I had not been a victim of bullying in that godforsaken school where no one cared about anyone other than themselves.

If I had not been wrongly convicted for the purse that I did not steal, which led to no one trusting me enough to work and me resorting to stealing to keep alive in my corrupted city.

This kind of wishful thinking usually occurred as I witnessed the repercussions of bankruptcies and lockdowns on the television screen, with my leg propped up on the golden footboard of the bed I stole from the branded furniture shop down the street, and my head tucked into a million dollar pillow gazing towards the latest news on my heist.

As my internal flashback ended, I turned to my parents and gave them both a wide, toothy smile as they cooed at me, almost with literal hearts in their eyes, before immediately resuming my poker face because I was still not used to their damn happiness.

Maybe this new life would not be too bad.

My name is Kiseki Sagi and I just entered my first class in what this village calls Civilian School.

To be frank, it was a bit of a nightmare. Full of screaming children, a calm teacher who looked 90% stoned while ignoring the brats as he gazed out of the window, and this snot-nosed boy who kept crying for his stuffed toy pig. The content was a breeze, but the social interaction during break? Not really. I tolerated my lessons until it reached the one period I was slightly more motivated to participate in. Physical Education.

Having ran from police car speed chases successfully while carrying a billion dollars' worth of diamonds, I was full of confidence that any inferior physical exercise that the teachers set for this puny preschool class would be a piece of cake, and I would ace it with flying colours. However, after seeing the familiar thirtieth boy run pass me (his snot was still dripping out of his nose too) in my class of thirty one students, I had enough. I was obviously not up to par with my past speed that I prided myself on having, and it became clear to me that it was high time that I get my skills back.

As they always say, practice makes perfect, and hence, I practiced. Using real life experiences.

I played a fun game of Police and Thief with the Uchiha Police Force (Hint: I was the thief) , while playing The Floor is Lava (Only parkour on buildings) at the same time as Step on a Crack, Break your Mama's Back (ah, evasion practice using childhood games, I'm such a genius). While this used to be a rare thing back in my past life and usually took a major heist to cause suspicion, surprisingly all I had to do was pickpocket someone, blame it on this random boy that happened to look similar to me, and run like a guilty criminal. All the guys chasing me had bulky green vests on their chests, and looked about the same with their black hair and eyes. Seriously, do they do policemen inbreeding or something?

Ah, this really brings back memories of the olden times, I thought as I turned yet another corner for my well-planned escape route and pushed myself from roof to roof. It became even more fun when one of the guys fell down the building and no one stopped to help the poor soul. How ruthless. I was just wondering on my next practice when I saw the same policeman literally walk up the same building and continue chasing after me as if all was fine in the world when a random human defies the laws of the universe.

What. The. Fuck.

I nearly stopped in my tracks. If they could walk up walls, that meant…Screw the game, it was time to escape for real before I get caught. What kind of freaky super powered policemen do they have in this place? It looked perfectly normal to me, aside for some people with weird coloured hair and eyes, and metal headbands with the symbol of the village on it, and I was pretty sure I saw this lady wearing a trenchcoat and nothing else walking with an old dude with only his eye exposed walking around, but I never saw anything like this.

The village was so traditionally underdeveloped that they did not even have cell phones and computers! When I first discovered this, I was stricken with horror and my female servant had to drag me away from that poor excuse for an electronic shop while my male servant apologized profusely to me after he could not fulfill his latest promise of buying what I wanted for my birthday. He suffered greatly from the silent treatment I bestowed on him, but behaved well and I gracefully decided to reduce my sentence from a month to a fortnight. Poor Tousan will never be rewarded with a smile again until computers come back into existence, because damn it, one of my best skills were computer hacking and I could not even do that now.

Anyways, back to that strange guy that walked up a cement wall four stories tall.

Hell, I used to do physics for a only year back in my dingy old school but I am still pretty sure that this disobeys all laws of the physics. Thankfully, I was pretty used to weird things happening around me by now after the fourth time a slug squelched outside my windowsill and disappeared when I drew the curtains. Now that I consider it, it might be possible that I was born not only in a different time and country, but also a different universe, where super heroes were real.

After I escaped (and returned the pick pocketed item because I was not a certified thief in this life and had no desire to ruin my non-existent reputation) , I returned to my room and concentrated on trying to gain enough momentum to walk up the walls like I saw the other guys do. If this world has super powers, then I was definitely going to obtain mine! I ran towards the wall as if I was on Ninja Warrior, but the moment my second foot went horizontal, I fell on my back for the twentieth time.

I thought about my servants (parents) in the next room, and decided that I did not give a single damn that they might be resting from their latest trip to Suna and would be disturbed by the noise pollution I was producing through slamming into the ground and walls so many times. You might think that I am joking that I call them my servants, but they actually decided to sleep together in a smaller room while I got the larger room with a gigantic supply of whatever I wanted. This family was rich as hell and I was not complaining.

Hold on, backtracking on my thoughts, Ninja Warrior… Is it possible that this world is made of ninjas?

Which means that my stealth and manipulations would fit right in?

And I can walk up walls and throw tiny blades at deadly speeds like those people with bandages in the movies?

My face scrunched up in determination as I stared at the wall with a newfound motivation. I put one foot on the wall.

Then the other. It seemed as though some sort of energy was pooled under both my feet and required high concentration in order to maintain it

I stayed on the wall horizontally.

"Whoop! " Thump. "Damn it! " Unfortunately, it appears that I am unable to instantly become a master ninja in five seconds. My past childhood dreams of defying the laws of the universe will have to wait just a little longer.

When people first see me, "Likeable" is not what they think. Perhaps "Weird" or "Emotionally Stunted" would be a better choice. I still cannot for the life of me understand, why that pink haired chick ran away from me crying, after I rejected her offer of friendship the second time. We did not know each other's names, nor did we have any form of contact before that day. It was clear that she had plans to use me to protect her from bullies for free, hence it was clear to me that she did not deserve my friendship. Unless… there was a secret motive I did not catch?

Therefore, it was a huge surprise to me when I noticed a small dark haired boy following me. He kind of looked similar to those policemen that chased me the previous times, with his black hair and eyes. It was not obvious, but he sure as hell wasn't stealthy. Every time I whipped my head back to catch a glimpse of him, I only saw the back of his hair peeking out of the corner of the building. (It looked like the backside of a chicken)

Was he stalking me? I had no friends, and I didn't recognise him as part of my civilian class, so I had no idea why he was doing this. Shrugging, I decided to give my usual zero fucks and carried on doing what I was doing. (Sticking my fingers onto the wall one by one using that strange energy I discovered earlier). At the end of the day, I noticed an older boy who also looked like the policemen. Seriously, how many of these inbreeded people are there, is incest a normal thing in this village? Tou-san said no, but he also scratched the back of his head so that means he was lying. The boy had middle parted bangs, some stress lines on his face and I could instantly tell he was an overachiever. He called out to the stalker, and I smirked as I turned to face them and the little boy went pink in the face as he came into full view and looked between me and his relative. (Though to be fair, he looked the same age as me)

I waved goodbye with a slight shake of my hand, and his relative gave me an amused tinkle of the eyes, otherwise his face remained the same. Thank god I wasn't the only emotionally stunted being in this village!

I headed back to my cute little estate (mansion) and sipped a little bit of tea, even sitting in the formal seiza position for fun to feel a little more like the traditional rich Japanese girl I was supposed to be. (Unknown to me, another little boy with pale white eyes hid in the bushes, blushing at the sight of the little girl inside the house behaving like the perfect girl he desired.)

When I reached the old, ancient age of 5, my servants offered me a chance to attend the Academy, which they called "Ninja School". Originally, they were kicking and screaming for me not to go and "ruin my life as a kunoichi and kill innocents for money" like the disobedient servants they were, but I successfully convinced them after I told them of my ostracized situation in civilian school and became teary eyed after I told them about the "big, strong ninja that protect you on your trips" and how I wanted to be a protector in the future.

They never stood a chance against my Eyes of Sadness.

And so, I was signed up for my first day of ninja school. Tomorrow.

First, I was going to take a nap like no other because no matter how much my brain has developed, too much thinking is still exhausting for a 5 year old child like me. Waddling to the most inviting hill under the most comfortable tree I could find, I plopped down and dozed off into dreamland.

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"You're in my spot. Troublesome." I awoke sleepily to the annoyed grumble of a young boy about the same age as me. He had a black spiky ponytail, really big adorable eyes and a grouching expression that really spoke to my heart. Sitting up, I tried to estimate the time using the position of the sun and figured out that I slept a grand total of 5 minutes and 15 seconds.

"What's your name? If you're nice, I'll let you sleep back in your spot. If you're not, I'll go back to sleep and you can go somewhere else." I immediately bargained, not willing to move from my position.

"Shikamaru Nara. Tsk, troublesome women." Shikamaru muttered.

"And I will be sleeping back here. The name's Kiseki Sagi, you may sleep anywhere other than my spot, have a nice nap!" And with that, I happily fell back asleep to the sound of him cursing and then shuffling and laying down next to me on the grass.

When I awoke, it was night time and he was still there. Deciding that he was acceptably tolerable and quite cute for a bratty small child, I hereby graced him with the pleasure of a delightful wakeup call. Dragging him across the grass, causing him to dramatically roll down the hill and ending with a loud thump at the bottom, I gave an internal evil cackle as I watched the boy meet my wrath, and craned my ear over to hear the anguished sound of screaming but nothing came.

Shit! I didn't mean to kill him!

After a frantic dash down to check on the spiky haired guy, I quickly realized that he was somehow still sleeping throughout the whole incident. As a plan formed in my head, an evil chuckle came from my lips and the squirrels in the nearby trees shivered in fear.

"Hello, Officer-san. I found this poor boy at the front of my doorstep, crying for help, and I only just managed to put him to sleep. Please, Officer-san, you wouldn't turn away an innocent child, would you?"

"Where am I?"

Hello! This is Jeye~ Please leave a review on what you think about the story so far! They are love, and I hope you enjoy this first installment of Draw the Curtains~

Question of the Chapter:

Who do you think is the strongest Akatsuki member in the original 10? (Pein, Konan, Tobi, Deidara, Sasori, Itachi, Kisame, Kakuzu, Hidan, Zetsu)

Also, let's have a poll for Kiseki's love interest! Please state the name you support in the reviews, and the largest number gets an individual scene with Chibi Kiseki X Chibi?

PS: If all other numbers are 0, 1 is the largest ;)