2 Chapter I - Child|Mother (Edited)

In Konohagakure, the weather spreads peacefully around the atmosphere with its warm temperature. Groups of birds were chirping in glee at the start of the new day as the bright sun slowly rose. The wind gently moved the leaves of the Hashirama trees, making them rustle their leaves. Fluttering gracefully to the ground as they fall gently. Clouds were drifting and drifting away from each other with peacefulness surrounding them. The warm heat rays of the sun reflected the small droplets of water to shine brightly in a beautiful, crystallized way.

People started awakening from their deep sleep, and not long after, shops started opening. People chatted with each other on the streets, be it neighbors or friends. The ninjas jumped from roof to roof as they ran toward their destination. Under one of those roofs, in a cramped, square room with mismatched wooden furniture, a little boy no older than three years old sat on his old crib as he stares up in annoyance at the ceiling. He has short blue hair that reaches his ears and big green eyes followed by chubby red cheeks. He was wearing an oversized red shirt on him.

Not far from the little boy a woman in her twenties with brown was that reaches her waist was sleeping on her futon, a frown marring her face…she was the origin of the toddler's annoyance. It was already past nine, but the woman still sleeps, not waking up. If it weren't because of the stupidly high bars of his puny prison called crib blocking out his way, the toddler wouldn't stay where he is. That brown-haired woman is called Aiko, and she was the one who gave birth to the toddler…they both live in a shabby room flat with an old kitchenette and a small bathroom. The room was barely equipped as there was just a futon in which the woman was sleeping, the crib in the other opposite of the kitchenette with the toddler sitting in it, a wardrobe and finally, a low table in the middle of the room with some old and thin seating cushions surrounding it.

If the toddler is honest, he doesn't like calling that woman 'mother'. She holds about as much fondness for him as he did for her which in this case was none. In fact, if it weren't because Konohagakure's orphanages don't accept children with living parents, she would have sent him to the orphanage the moment he was born.

The toddler huffed then sent a kick with his bare foot on the wooden bars…he wishes he could be an adult again but sadly, he is but a tiny toddler in a crib. Yes, the toddler was called Harry Potter I his past life even if now it isn't more than a memory in his mind…until recently he couldn't control his body because of his mind, which wasn't developed enough to hold the intelligence and memories of a body way holder than his own. Even if he now he has them, it doesn't mean he is an adult in a toddler's body…he has just the knowledge and memories, the rest being the feelings and mind of a small boy that could be called 'prodigy' if you were to pay rapt attention to him.

He is no more than a young toddler born the Thirty-one July going under the name of Akiyama Kunie, holding the knowledge of an adult.

Honestly…nobody would expect to die and be reborn as a baby in an entirely new world full of roof jumping ninjas.

Yes, ninjas.

You must be dumb if you don't recognize this as a different world to yours. He has seen people with weird colored hair and ninjas after all, and even though this world's language resembles a lot to Japanese, he never learned to talk or read it. Thankfully his sponge-like brain learned words and others faster than he did as Harry Potter…it would have been easier to learn the language if just that dumb woman called Aiko didn't ignore him most of time. Thankfully Aiko has a friend who likes to visit, and the woman loves to talk with Kunie.

"Hnn…"

At the futon the woman groans as she sat up, stirring her body as her eyelashes open, showing between them brown eyes that stare around her sleepily. Her waist-long hair was full of knots and was in need of combing. When Kunie heard the groan his head snapped toward Aiko, his eyes sparkling in excitement as his stomach grumbles, asking him for food.

Finally! He thought excited as he got up, his short legs tiptoeing to see over the high bars.

When Aiko saw movement from the corner of her eyes, she turned to stare at the toddler, her face showing the annoyance she was feeling at that moment. She got up lazily from the futon and walked with long steps toward the toddler, her hands moving under his arms and lifting him up out the crib before lowering him halfway and dropping him unceremoniously to the floor. Kunie fell on his butt but thankfully didn't get hurt.

"Get up" she grumbled out as she starts walking toward the kitchenette, not seeing Kunie giving her the middle finger to her back. Honestly, it isn't Kunie's fault if he was born from her stomach, she shouldn't have gotten herself pregnant if she didn't want children!

Thankfully Kunie isn't the average and already went through the torture called Dursley's; his heart hurts by thinking what would have happened if he really was a little, inoffensive toddler.

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Kunie sat on the corner of the room he calls house as he munches on the candies he was gifted by Miko, a good friend of Aiko. Both women were sitting on the thin cushions around the low table while eating some fruits and discussing Aiko's new work. Kunei couldn't be more thankful for Miko's presence as Aiko always calms down when people visit her at home. Miko was a young woman in her mid-twenties with long shiny black hair reaching her knee put in a high ponytail. Her eyes are an ocean blue and twinkled as she talked with Aiko.

Miko is always wearing some sort of green flak jacket and black pants when she visits them, on her forehead wearing something called Hitai-ate with the sign of something Kunie thinks to be a worm even if Miko always insist on it being a leaf.

It still looks like a worm… he thinks as he tastes his candies, his eyes zeroing on the Hitai-ate on her forehead.

"But…" Miko mutters as she lets down the orange she has been eating on the table, her gaze turning toward Kunie worriedly "What about Kunie-kun?"

Kunie blinks when he hears his name, turning his eyes away from her forehead to the both of them in confusion and curiosity. Meanwhile, Aiko raised her eyebrow toward Miko in confusion;

"What do you mean?"

Miko sighed as she hears the woman's answer…sometimes she's scared that Aiko will get Kunie killed one day;

"Kunie is barely three years old…you can't let him alone in the house any more than you already do" she explained her worries to Aiko patiently, and Kunie felt the need to protest…he will be way happier if that woman stays away from him.

Aiko rolled her eyes as she mutters something under her breath then looks once again at Miko;

"I don't know anyone that can take care of the brat" Aiko informs Miko as she grasps another orange from the plate.

"Then what about asking a Genin's team to take care of him?" offers Miko as she smiles, remembering her days as a Genin before she was sent to the war…babysitting was something they always had to do in their D missions, sometimes they were unlucky enough to get a spoiled brat, but she knows Kunie is a good boy and never does anything naughty or bad.

Aiko's gaze snaps toward Kunie who couldn't hold back his wince under her gaze because of his untrained little body. He didn't look away from that cold gaze though, staring back with eyes as cold as Aiko's…he is a Gryffindor after all, and he will not run away like a scaredy cat. When Aiko saw him staring back, her eyes darkened as she purses her lips, not doing anything else because of the extra presence.

"Nothing I can do about it" she snarls at the black-haired woman "I can't afford a Genin team."

Miko fumed slightly because of the tone Aiko used to talk to her, but she held it back, trying not to snap at her. Instead, her eyebrows slightly pinched as she forced a smile;

"Then have you tried to ask your parents to take care of him?"

Those words seem to have triggered something in Aiko because the next second, her face morphed into an angry scowl, her face slowly turning red…Kunie couldn't help but be remembered of Vernon when he gets angry, will her face turn purple too?

"I have not…the last time I saw them they threw me out the house demanding me to marry the brat's father and not to appear around them until then."

Father… Kunie took his eyes away from the duo as he turns around to look at the wall, acting as if he hadn't heard anything even if his ears perks at each sound they catch, waiting for more information about his father and his family. He never knew anything about his family and each time he tries asking the woman, she gets angry…that woman would slap a toddler for a small question, so Kunie knows better than to insist asking.

Miko shoots a contemplative stare at the back of the toddler then hummed;

"Then did you try talking with the father of Kunie?" she asks as she leans back, not taking her eyes away from Aiko.

When those words went out Miko's mouth, the room's temperature seemed to drop. Nothing was said until finally, Aiko sighed and the temperature went back to normal;

"I don't know anything about the father…I just remember him being a handsome man with blue hairs and dark blue eyes. He seemed to be depressed about something and from what I could see, he was a ninja" her brown eyes peeked at the child staring at the wall as he munches candies "I would like to know from where that demon's spawn took those unnatural green eyes."

Even though Aiko whispered those words, Kunie heard them perfectly making him grit his teeth…those eyes are strangely the same he had as Harry Potter, and for him, they are an inheritance from his real mother, Lily Potter who dies protecting him.

Miko tapped the table with his finger while she is searching in his memory for a blue-haired man;

"If I find him I can get him to give some support…" she said thoughtfully, and those words gave hope to Aiko, the scowl on her face lessening even though it still seemed frustrated.

"Thank you" she thanked the black-haired woman honestly then moved to another subject, ranting about her financial troubles and her new job.

Kunie grew bored as he hears her complaining…ever since he reincarnated his attention span was the same as a toddler, which means not a lot. It doesn't help to listen to a woman crying about her financial troubles…in the end, he just blocked her voice out as he closes his eyes.