It sure is dark in here. A 6 year old Naruto thought briskly as he stared dully out of his bedroom window towards the rest of Konohagakure no Sato Proper. Drumming his fingers on the windowsill, he sighed as his eyes travelled towards to the Namikaze training grounds below, watching his parents Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki train his twin sister, Naomi Uzumaki-Namikaze. I wonder if there's anything to eat… He thought, getting up from his bed and made his way to the fridge when the side door burst open, the sound of laughter permeating the estate. Naruto continued to look bored as he rummaged about the fridge, when the rest of his family came in.
"Good job, Naomi! You'll kick the other genin's butt in no time!" Kushina said ecstatically. Minato smiled and ruffled her orange hair, congratulating her as well.
"Since your birthday is coming up, I'll teach you one of my signature techniques, the Rasengan!" Minato said, watching Naomi's eyes widen in excitement.
"Really, tou-san!?" She started to hop in place, flailing her arms as Minato and Kushina laughed. Naruto rolled his eyes and nabbed a sandwich before closing the fridge. He made his way upstairs until he heard Naomi's voice again, calling out to him.
"Look Naruto-nii, tou-san's teaching me the Rasengan!" She smiled a pleasant smile, while Naruto continued to look bored as he stared at her, disinterested. Her smile lessened a bit.
"Why can't you be more like me, nii-san? Maybe then you'll have some actual friends!" She said, mockingly. All she got was another disinterested stare, which made her shiver a bit. His cold blue eyes stared deep into her own, a silent threat to her being which she ignored. Minato and Kushina, who were watching from the sidelines quickly wrapped their arms around her and spun her around.
"Don't talk to him, musume. He'll never be like you, so don't waste your time." Minato said, whispering but Naruto's sharp ears picked up on it.
"Just… forget about him. Like he doesn't exist, alright Naomi-chan." Kushina offered, which Naomi nodded. Naomi quickly turned her head, but saw that Naruto wasn't there anymore.
"Yep, just like any other day." Naruto sighed as he bit into his sandwich. He sat on his bed lazily, taking out a sketchbook.
Just another day, huh Naru-chan? The voice echoed from inside his head. He smirked, shaking his head.
"That's right, Juu-chan. Or should I say, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki?" Lady Kaguya bristled in annoyance.
Don't call me that, foolish boy. I told you to refer to me as Ōtsutsuki-sama. Naruto chuckled, before taking another bite of his sandwich.
"The day I call you that is when you finally come out of my head, ne, hime-chan?" Naruto teased, twirling a pencil as he drew in his sketchbook. Kaguya huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms.
You promised not to tease about that, Naru-chan. I'll come out eventually. Naruto nodded absentmindedly as he focused on his drawing.
"When was that again, hime-chan? When I hit 16?" Naruto felt a soft prodding in his mind as Kaguya nodded.
Give or take. Until then, I can only send out my chakra from your body until my soul can fully manifest. Naruto nodded, putting down his pencil as he finished his sandwich.
"Hai, hai. I remember now." Naruto said, ripping the page out and posting it on an empty spot on the wall. It was a picture of a rabbit with a crown, bouncing about in the outdoors. "I'll try to remember from now on… kaa-chan."
[Flashback - a year ago]
A 5 year old Naruto was playing absentmindedly on a swing set by the park on top of the Hokage Monument as he gazed up at the moon. He fiddled with the seams of his yukata as Minato and Kushina took Naomi out again during the Kyuubi Festival on their birthday - well, Naomi's birthday - leaving Naruto behind at the house. He sighed as he turned his gaze back to the grass, messing about with it with his foot. He sighed and looked at the moon, a feeling of content washed over him. For as long as he could remember, the moon always looked illustrious to him and the prospect of the night excited him. He operated better at night anyway, so much so that his sleep schedule shifted by doing activities at night and sleeping during the day. Which was why his parents forgot him so often… or rather, one of the reasons. He scratched his face as he heard two people sit on the other swings to his left and right.
