1 Years Old

Now one year after my birth I have more than gotten over anything I might have been dealing with concerning my rebirth. Well except for being a Matou, the designated antagonists in like every scenario. That means I may have to choose between my family and the protagonist Shirou.

Normally that wouldn't be a particularly hard choice but...oddly enough my family isn't all that bad so far.

As I have that thought the door to my baby room creaks open slowly but surely to reveal a 5 year old child with blue seaweed like hair and curious grey blue eyes.

Slowly Shinji moves towards my crib, an unchildlike frown etched on his face being lit by the early morning sun coming through the window of my room. I giggle at his appearance which causes him to frown further as he approaches.

"Stupid little Nori-Chan, I bet you're going to be even more troublesome today than normal." He grumbles once he finally reaches my crib, staring at me he continues,

"A little monster like you doesn't deserve it, but here happy birthday." He says dropping a cookie on me and with those few words he scurries off back to his room, not without carefully closing the door first though of course.

'How can he call me stupid when he gives a whole cookie to a 1-year old.' I pout,

I can't help but find him positively adorable, I mean I've always had a soft spot for the misunderstood tsundere type. I just hope he stays like that rather than getting manipulated by some old worm man.

'You know what? There's no room for 'hope'. What I need is conviction! I've decided I won't let my big brother become an antagonist as long as I live!.'

Clumsily I pick up the cookie before crushing it and spreading the crumbs all over in a very chuunibyou fashion to confirm my oath.

When the sun finally fully rises my room door opens once again this time revealing a young purple haired woman of average height.

'My mother is indeed a beauty.' Pride swells up in my chest just seeing her as with my dark purple hair, and light purple eyes I looked more similar to her than my father which means I'm never going to have to stress about not looking good.

Call me arrogant or even biased but it's my truth and that is what I have decided!

When my mother approaches me her warm wide smile quickly changes to confusion as she notices the crumbs all over the place.

"Minori, how did you even do this?" She sighs out the question, but the small loving smile on her face makes me giggle slightly. She knows I'm the cutest thing since the invention of candy canes.

Her long purple hair falls around me like curtains blocking out the morning sunlight as she picks me up to finally get me ready to start the day.

After bathing me my mom dresses me in an almost princess like pink dress and I must say it looks truly stunning on me.

"My, I wonder how my child could have become so vain." My mother states while staring at my glittering eyes in the reflection. Unable to answer her I begin babbling a bit with a wide shit eating grin spread across my face.

She merely giggles at my antics as she carries me down the stairs of our oddly modest house.

"Your father said he would make sure to be here today. Isn't that exciting?" I shrug at her inquiry. My father is...peculiar. He's a bit like Kiritsugu I guess except for the fact that he doesn't use guns and didn't seem to care about justice. A practical kinda guy I could get behind but not like most magus. What's really got me perplexed however would be that he couldn't or at least shouldn't be Shinji's dad especially since Shinji looks exactly the same as in canon.

I can't say I don't like him being as much of a family man as he is, but him being the way he is with no evil grandpa in sight raises more questions than I even care to ask.

'Yup, an enigma is what my father is. The last "talented" Matou and the master of Lancelot, Kariya Matou.'

Seeing my lack of reaction my mother gains a slightly worried look, but by this point, we've reached the living room, so she puts me down in my high chair with a wild Shinji nearby watching me from the corner of his eyes.

'Classic tsundere, classic.'

Following this line of thought, I decided to test his cute dere side by rocking my body back and forth just enough for the chair to appear unstable, but not enough for it to ever become a dangerous problem.

Seeing my chair shake and sway Mr.Tsundere himself turns his body to face me directly before putting his hand on my little table in an effort to make sure nothing tragic happens.

"Tch, I bet you know exactly what you're doing Nori-Chan!" He exclaims after clicking his tongue in frustration. Seeing me stop and giggle he growls a bit but still doesn't let go.

'That's exactly what he gets for calling me seaweed all the time! I bet that little nicknames never gonna stick for me though, too bad big brother. Too bad indeed!'

"With that ugly expression you're making I'm sure you're thinking about causing trouble again." This earns him a raspberry as his only response though he definitely understands by the look on his face.

"Why you little!"

"Shinji, you shouldn't yell at your baby sister, it'll be a bad influence on her." Mom's sweet voice sounds from behind him making him flinch slightly.

"How can I be a bad influence on her when she's already a monster?" He mumbles slightly as she begins placing plates and bowls of food on the table for Shinji and herself while making sure not to put anything in front of me just yet, so I don't make a mess while she isn't watching.

I don't think I'll ever fully understand why the Japanese separate their meals out so precisely but I'll give them credit where it's due, these meals look a whole lot nicer than when you just dump everything on a single plate so I guess it's worth the extra dishes.

"Your sister isn't a monster, she's an adorable little trouble maker." She coo's at me as she finally takes her seat with my precious baby food in hand.

Putting the food in front of me she eyes me intently as she begins to eat.

"See even you know she's annoying." Shinji states matter of factly,

'You stupid brother! Mother already said I'm adorable, your opinions are invalid!' I think, conveniently ignoring the 'trouble maker' part of her previous statement.

Pointing my spoon at him bits of food fly all over the place. This gets an exasperated sigh from my mother who already has a napkin in her hand.

"I love the fact that you two seem to be getting along so well, but no playing at the table. Especially you young lady." She sternly voices as she cleans up my mess.

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My father really does make due on his word as Just a few hours later he returns home with a bright pink bag which I could only assume contains my precious gift.

His stoic face is almost funny in contrast to the thing he's carrying.

"Welcome home Kariya, did everything go alright at 'work'?" My mother asks as she fiddles with my hair. Sitting comfortably on her lap I turn my head to look towards my father once he sits next to us on the couch.

"It was the same as usual Chikako." His tired eyes stare deeply at my mother's own bright ones both filled with the same kind of affection despite the obvious differences between them.

'Weird how the saying still sticks nowadays, opposites attract and what not.'

"Minori, say thank you to daddy." Mother says after seeing yet again my lack of reaction to my father.

Still, however, I simply stare at him before putting my hands out for my gift. Oddly enough rather than any normal reaction Kariya gives a small smile.

"You don't need to push her so much Chika." He states while handing me the nice doll with curly blond hair and a stylish lazuli colored dress.

"But honey, what if she grows up without any attachment to you? It'd be so sad don't you think?" She questions,

"Hmm, rushing her won't do any good, and look, she reached out her hand to me this time, shying away or crying whenever I'm around." He states,

I honestly feel kinda bad about it, but for some reason, I've noticed that Shinji is the only guy I've come into contact with that I can be comfortable around. I don't even know why, but he is right. Even if I'm being a bit of a tsun ignoring him I'm not actually experiencing any adverse reactions to his presence.

'Maybe it's one of my kiddy quirks that I'll grow out of?'

"I can't just stand for small things like that, your father and daughter!" The purple haired woman exclaims. Then her eyes widened as if having come up with a grand idea she stands up with me still in her arms before moving to Kariya and sitting on his lap with me.

At this father's cold exterior breaks ever so slightly in order to show a bit of worry. He seems to be expecting something, because of my benevolence however I grace him with a small smile as I hug the gift he gave to me showing that I really do like it.

"Look! She's smiling at you!" My mother exclaims pleased by this development. I can see my father's body lose some of its tension as he allows a small smile to grace his lips.

"I guess you were right."

"Of course I was right. Mothers know best after all. Now it's time to move on to feeding!"

Quickly I turn my head away from them in response, causing my mother to let out an awkward laugh.

"Or maybe not…" This brings a chuckle out of my dad before he plants a kiss on my mother's cheek.

'Is this really a family full of antagonists?' I wonder as I sleepily lay back against my mother and prepare to use one of the many advantages of being a baby, napping wherever I want.