Being born while aware is not something a person should ever have to experience. I let nature take its course and stilled myself to keep from fighting it lest I cause harm unknowingly, but damn did being born hurt. Atleast I wasn't the only one. Although I'll take the silver lining of hearing English instead of Japanese. Not a chance I would adapt to that change well.

Tsume-" You caused me a lot of pain you little shit, you better be a great Ninja and make our clan proud!"

After I was poked, prodded, cleaned and bundled the nurses passed me back to my mother and the introductions began.

Nurse-" Here you go Ma'am. We also have some paperwork you need to fill out before you leave. Will the father be coming?"

Tsume-" Ha! The gutless man left to go get Ninken food nine months ago and never came back. He won't be showing his face around me anymore."

Tsume, my new mother even after just giving birth to me, looked to be in great condition. The show didn't do her justice because she is gorgeous atleast appearance wise. Thankfully I don't see her as my mother yet, because she wastes no time in presenting me with my first meal.

Tsume-" Eat up little Kiba, you need to grow up big and strong.

Hana-" But I thought you beat dad up for spending all the money at the hostess bars Mom."

While trying to resist the bountiful offering of tasty nips I looked to the voice and saw a young girl. She must be Hana, my sister. I completely forgot Kiba had a sister. Now that I think about it, I haven't watched or seen the original Naruto in nearly twenty years. I probably have more false information from fanfiction in my head than the source material. I also can't be sure this is the exact Naruto world either. Will I see a female Naruto? Or a sexy Sasuke? I'll have to pay attention to find out if anything is different than it should be.

Tsume-" Yes I did Hana, but afterwards I told him to go get food for the Ninken, and he never returned."

I could see the obviously flustered nurse not knowing exactly what to do as she slowly backed out of the room leaving us three alone.

Hana-" He is soo cute. Mom can I hold him please?"

Tsume- " Not yet dear, he hasn't even eaten yet. Maybe he just needs a little help to get started."

I didn't have much of a choice as I was forced fed by my new mother. Reluctance filled me as I went through the motions. Now, I have laid with plenty of mom's in my past. I know exactly what breast milk should taste like and this isn't it.

Tsume- " Well aren't you a hungry one."

Hana-" Mom, lemme see!"

I was entranced with the delicious meal. Naughty thoughts were relagated to the back of my mind as I practically inhaled the sweet nectar of life. I could vaguely hear my new sister and mother bickering in the background but I had already tuned them out. It wasn't until I was pulled away from the ambrosia that I came back to my senses and saw my mother looking at me inquisitively and the eyes of my sister staring at me from beside the bed barely peeking over.

Tsume-" Have you had enough pup?"

Kiba-" BurrrrP!"

Like some kind of right of passage, my body decided to test out its ability to vomit. I tried to hold it back, I really did, but my body was having none of that. All I managed to do was constrict my mouth and neck enough to give the milk I drank enough velocity to absolutely cover my mother's hospital gown and chest. Thankfully her pretty face was spared.

Hana-" Ewww.."

Tsume- " You wanna hold him now?"

Hana-" Uh uh. Uh mom, what's that smell?"

Tsume-" That my dear, is the mess that comes out the other end."

I think I was bright red with embarrassment at this point. Being a newborn absolutely sucks. Out of shame I just gave up and let sleep claim me. With any luck I'll wake up cleaner than I am now.

I woke up in the middle of the night clean but not for long. My body cared little for my commands and empties itself once again. As i laid in the filth of my own making I looked around. I could tell I was out of the hospital. I must be home. It's an odd thought but I had better get used to it. I could smell the scent of dogs, and see the solid wood paneling for the interior of the house was well made. Such craftsmanship was rare in my past. Before I could take in more, my mother swooped in.

Tsume-" You may not cry, but you sure do stink. Let's get you cleaned up now that you are awake."

I couldn't help but wonder how she came out of nowhere. And why is she up and moving? She just gave birth, shouldn't she be in bed resting? I know she was supposed to be tough but this is ridiculous.

Chakra and medical ninjitsu could explain it, but I know she is the unreasonable type as well. I suppose sick days aren't part of her vocabulary.

I also realized I have indeed been quiet this entire time. The problem being that crying is part of an infant's development. If a don't stretch my lungs and use my voice it can very well cause issues I imagine.

Kiba-" Waaaaahhhh, wa, wa, Waaaaahhhh."

There that actually felt kinda good, and should assuage her concerns. So why is she looking at me like that?

Tsume-" You did that on purpose didn't you?"

What? Does this woman really suspect a newborn to be aware?

As she stares at me she stops moving and really looks at me in the eyes, Eventually the staring contest started to get to me and it's making me scared, but I knew exactly what to do. Boop the snoot!

Tsume- " Ahh!, get those fingers out of my nose brat!"

My coordination left much to be desired and my boop turned into a a four fingered poke that saw my fingers and sharp baby nails making their way up into her nose. It was so hilarious seeing her character break that I couldn't help but let out a hearty belly deep laugh, that came out as an admittedly adorable giggle filled with spittle.

Kiba-"Haaaa ha ha haaa!"

As my new mother calmed down she smiled warmly at me and continued to change me, cleaning me up tenderly, after she was done I got another meal while she tenderly brushed my little fuzz of hair with her fingers. I have to admit this isn't so bad. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the ding of something like a cell phone alert. Unable to fight the sandman I ignored it and let sleep claim me once again.

Hana-" Kiba, Say "Hana"

Kiba-" guuu."

Hana-" Mom! Kiba is broken!"

Tsume-" He is not broken Hana, he is just a baby."

Hana-" A dumb baby."

Tsume-" I heard that missy, so are you going to tell me what is wrong? why are acting so jealous for? You knew that a new baby would require a lot of my time."

Hana-" It's just not fair. You are finally home, but you spend all of your time with Kiba. And I'm so bored!"

When I joined the family I expected more violence but Tsume is an understanding mother and very patient atleast for now. As we age I imagine that will change.

Well, if you are so bored why don't you go head over to the kennels. You can go see the pups. if you help out they may even give you some spending money.

Hana-" Really? I can go by myself?

Tsume-" I don't know, can you?"

Hana-" Yes, yes yes! I can do it!"

I never saw this girl move so fast until now. She is dressed and ready to leave in moments, forcing mom to call out after her.

Tsume-" I want you home before it gets dark okay!?"

Hana-" Yes Mom!'

Tsume closed the door and scooped me up from my crib carrying me gently as only a mother could.

Tsume-" Well now that your sister is gone it's just you and I Kiba.

Kuromaru-" Woof!

Tsume-" Are you feeling a little jealous yourself Kuromaru? Come here let me brush your coat."

The days went by just like this for quite a while. Hana only had the academy during the morning until noon or so while mom was only busy for a short while in the afternoon. She usually left me alone with Kuromaru and my sister and for good reason, Kuromaru was a strict babysitter. We were in good paws protected by fierce jaws.

Over time I realized just how young our mother must have been when she had Hana. If I'm figuring the numbers right she wasn't even eighteen when she had Hana. It's not a big deal, but to have done that and to be such a strong ninja while also being a figurehead for the clan and a single mother is no small accomplishment.

I got to hear all about the Uchiha, Itachi from Hana in a one sided conversation. She said he sat beside her and was "Dreamy" whatever that means. She was all bummed a while later as he was transferred to another class within a week. But if you listen to Hana speak you would believe she was going to be Uchiha Royalty soon. Much like Sakura she was smitten and blinded by rose tinted glasses. But she is six, it's understandable.

I grew rapidly. Maybe it's my addiction to the nip but I'm a chunky baby with all the pudgy fat rolls that it entails. Today is the day I'm supposed to be shown around today. We have friends and family all coming today. I think it's been about two weeks or so since I was born, it's hard to tell when I sleep so much. My main concern has been solely on when Kurama will be released by Obito. It took me a few days to even remember it hasn't happened yet. I can't remember if Kiba's family was harmed, but nobody died during that incident that was close to him I believe. Regardless, I simply can't relax knowing it's on the horizon. But what can I do? I'm just an infant. I can't even form words or control my bowels.

SFX: "Ding!"

And what the hell is that infernal noise!? I keep hearing it and I'm sure nobody else does. Kuromaru would not tolerate that incessant noise.

SFX: "Ding! System online!"

System? When did I ever get a system?

As if reading my thoughts a translucent screen appeared before me, showing me exactly what I was dealing with. A blank canvas on the right with a small area for text below it. On the left side, the display shows multiple gauges. Represented as small bottles. They were all labeled and as I read them a foreboding feeling fell upon me. On the left most side the first meter reads HUMILITY, across from which sat another labeled PRIDE, and this pattern continues with the seven Sins on the right and the seven Virtues on the left.

The seven deadly sins, Pride, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Lust, Sloth, and Greed. Are all said to be counteracted by their opposites. Humility, Kindness, Patience, Temperance, Chastity, Diligence, Generosity. While looking at this system, I remember the key line from the God of High's last poem. 'With emotions as your fuel, creation shall be thine"

I suppose these meters allow me to make things. but what can I make? These are also not exactly emotions. But disregarding that, most of my meters have something in them, some are even full, even if the bottles are tiny. In particular, the bottles labeled Gluttony, lust, and sloth on the sin side, while I have kindness, patience, Diligence, And generosity on the virtue side all filled completely. When I wondered why exactly those in particular are filled I found that it has a log that records the pertinent information.

For the sins, they filled due to me being a full grown man playing the unwilling part of a baby. Yes I'm a glutton, unable to clean myself, and yes I'm unable to move properly. So I have gotten quite lazy. And yes I'm sucking on a beautiful woman's chest multiple times a day. With or without the grown body, I can't help but find it erotic, when my days are so dull.

For the heavenly virtues I was awarded them not solely by my actions but through how my actions affected people. For instance kindness was filled mainly due to my care and compliance when being born. Diligence was likewise filled mainly by me taking the time to bond with my sister. And patience was from not being needy during the nights. Generosity I was surprised by, but it made sense In a perverted way. Lately I have been filled with lust during my meals but this inadvertently lead to me being caring during mealtime, which earned me the gratefulness of my mother, which in turn qualified me for the virtue of generosity. I suppose a baby being nice on the nips isn't expected, neither is it taken for granted. I also understand why emotions matter. This is how my system fuels itself. Each emotion sent my way based on my actions is weighed and judged, then properly categorized.

The rest of the system seemed pretty straightforward. As I figured, the canvas responded to my mind and formed a picture of a fruit, a super tiny berry. In the description I described how it was soft and safe enough for a newborn to eat before I continued writing the flavor text for a devilfruit. Just in case this worked I thought long and hard about what it should be and if it worked, how to make it possible to use this ability without drawing attention. I would hate to give myself an ability that I couldn't use without risking my neck.

My thoughts and ruminations made me change tack a bit. Instead of a devil fruit I choose something more generic to base this test on. The Fruit of the Tree of Might was said to increase someones strength by a multiple of 15.

Using that as my basis I made a Berry from the bush of might, said to double a persons strength. This should be a great test for my new system.

After finishing the design I tried to move to the next step of making my design into reality, but as my mind willed the creation to come forth, I was stopped by a pop-up notifying me of even more features I have yet to learn about.

System-" One filled Sin, and complimentary virtue highly recommended."

Oh I see, in order to make it I have to have not only the bottle full, but also it's opposite as well. That only leaves me with Diligence and Sloth as ready to be used. With hesitation I select the two.

System-" Error, insufficient fuel, vessel too small."

Ohh what the fuck! I want my berry! What seems to be the problem now? Am I just too young? I focus on the word vessel and it defines itself, neat! It tells me that it is referring to the size of the bottles, not me.

I continue down this rabbit hole for the rest of the morning, learning the ins and outs of the system and it's amazing but daunting. The way it works is that once a vessel is full it can be used. However, it should be used with its complimentary partner in tandem. Failure to head this warning will lead to the traits having an influence upon me. This will also lead to a disparity in size between the bottles, leading to them not being in balance when used together to mitigate the effects.

Each time after use, a larger bottle replaces the used one. Hence the more I use them the more power they can store which can create larger effects. Right now the bottles look like eyedroppers. Even worse, anything extra I'm awarded doesn't get kept in a backlog, if the bottles are full anything extra just overflows and is wasted. I learned that my mother and sister have been overflowing some of my vessels with their love and affection. And that was the incessant dinging I kept hearing.

As I move my focus back towards creating something I get interrupted by my body.

Kuromaru-" Phfft!"

As Kuromaru gains some distance from my stinky bomb, my mom comes through. I suppose this system thing can wait a bit. I am awfully tired. and the guests will be here soon.