"A cr- cr- crush?" stammered the man trying to surpass the wildly growing panic with a smile. "Shiori-chan has a crush on you." Gloated the woman putting food on a plate. "Probably not," answered the kid whose eyes were glued to the shishamo Kushina was taking out of the frying pan. The blond haired jonin sweat-dropped, not knowing if he wanted to know. It seemed he wasn't entirely forgiven yet, at least not for taking Shiori's affection. "And why you still call me san, dettabane?! You even call him your Mini-nii!" The older redhead waved a fork toward Minato, who had just entered the room, giving him a slight stinky eye. "Well, you can't always have what you want, Kushina-san." She enlightened her cousin, sitting at the table and putting a napkin on her lap. I only wish you'd truly be as sweet as you look, without your usual snooty attitude." What was apparently lovely, given the squeak Kushina made seeing her in the kitchen. Truth be told, clothed in a fain, blue dress and with the halo of her red hair she looked like Paddington Bear. Shiori was accustomed to the practical, rarely nice clothes, but this dress was from one of the more exclusive shops being even specially adjusted to her measures. From a cupboard she took out a new dress. The girl mopped her face with a towel and went to her new room, that, judging by the old toys she discovered in a closet, previously also had to be occupied by some kid. It gave a perfect view on trees and roofs outside the window. The mirror was a little unusual - slightly convex, reflecting much more than any normal mirror would. She already died once (or maybe more like once and a half, counting being sealed for a few years) getting into hot water just to improve plot that eventually would end well, was pointless and more importantly - far too dangerous. So far her main goal contained living a long, good, happy life. Getting a chance, the woman would try to change something, but not in a brainless, heroic and straightforward way. But then again it was how her life looked like now.ĭeluding herself that she can save everyone wasn't in her nature. The girl washed out her mouth and thoroughly wiped her face with a towel.Ī few years ago, if someone had told her that she would be quietly standing in the bathroom of two of the most important future corpses in the main plot, not even thinking about freaking out, she would feed them with Prozac. Not that she had anything against it Shiori liked to shop like any other girl, especially if the crux of it was providing her with many new things, starting from clothes and finishing on the sparkling crayons. Shopping with Kushina reminded her massacring shop shelves alongside a tornado. It was one of the most bizarre experiences the reborn woman remembered. Before all his sins were forgiven the poor man had to experience hours of wandering after them carrying tons of bags, not to mention pay for their content. Minato wanting to redeem himself in the eyes of his fiancé, joined them as soon as he finished training team seven. Yesterday, Kushina dragged the girl for a shopping journey. The brush slid smoothly over white, tiny pearls. Kushina and Minato were doting over her and Shiori loved the attention, but some things a woman had to do herself, and one of them was brushing teeth. Someone even cleaned her shoes (not any shoes, but well-made, fitting shinobi sandals made from shiny red leather). In recent times someone was always preparing her a bath (daily running water! - hard to believe how such a detail could put her into a pure bliss) ironing her clothes (brand new ones!) and Kushina was cooking her every meal (and what meals it were! – soon she would start to gain weight). The toothbrush was the sword of freedom for her. The adorable little girl, Uzumaki Shiori, that in reality was reborn and not a very nice soul, frowned, looked at her reflection in the mirror and began brushing her teeth.
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