Disclaimer: I do not own, nor will I ever own Naruto (it's aaaaaaall Kishimoto's)

Warning: Rated T just to be safe. It might even go up in later chapters depending on how much violence this story will have.

A/N: So, I was watching the childhood of Hashirama and Madara and I just couldn't help but THINK of this and then my brain went into a frenzy, imagining the story and... here I am... writing another Naruto SI...

I DON'T EVEN HAVE TIME FOR THIS!

Whatever.

Here.

Take it.

Prologue: Fateful Meeting

At the very least, my death wasn't in vain.

I stood at the side of the road, watching as my body poured blood into the streets. A little boy was crying, clinging to my dead corpse, calling out my name and a crowd was slowly gathering everyone with their phones out calling or crying out for help.

I smiled sadly, already knowing it was too late for me.

My brother however, he was safe.

Sure, he would be a bit traumatized by this incident. After all, he lost his sister. But now he would be more careful than to cross the street without looking left and right, especially since there were no traffic lights.

I wondered though, what now?

I was simply standing, looking at the scene waiting for something to happen. I was dead so, I couldn't just remain a ghost at my death scene, right?

Huh, kinda reminds me of bleach.

Would be funny if suddenly Hollows appeared.

After thinking a bit more on that part, I decided that it wouldn't be funny after all. I'd rather not get killed… again… but this time permanently.

Wasn't there some death god or reaper or I don't know to gather my soul. I didn't want to remain a ghost. Who knows, maybe supernatural got it right with the whole ghost going crazy over time thingie.

I sighed to myself.

I had watched and read far too many series. For all I know this was how death would be. Forever remaining a ghost watching as others lived their lives while you remained the same.

I wouldn't know.

"Hi."

I turned around, seeing a man in strange clothes stand behind me.

I looked around seeing if he had been talking to anyone nearby, seeing as I was a ghost now (I had tried that).

What, you think the moment I died I was accepting and all that stuff?

Nah, I had a major freak out moment, did some ugly crying, was even in denial for a while before I was like, ok, yeah, I'm officially dead.

It sucked. But what could I do.

The only thing I could find condolence in was the fact that I had saved my brother from death. He was far too young to die. I had lived some of my life while he was barely reaching puberty. I did not regret throwing my life for his.

"Miss?"

Oh, haha, seems like I spaced out for a while.

Wait…

He is talking to me!

"Hello?"

The man smiled kindly.

"What you did for your brother was very noble." He said.

Noble?

"Of course, he was my brother. How could I not do that for him? Family looks out for one another after all. Hopefully he'll learn to be less foolish from this." I replied.

"You say it as if everyone would do the same."

I furrowed my brows.

"Wouldn't they?"

His smile brightened.

We remained in silence for a while.

"I expected a Reaper to look… I bit more intimidating to be honest. More black robes and scythe than… well… you look normal enough… aside from the white clothes. The markings are cool though."

And they looked awfully familiar.

He chuckled.

"Well, that would be because I am not a reaper… Or anything similar to that."

"You aren't?"

"I'm not even from this world, Cora."

Well, obviously, we're both ghosts… At least I think he was also a ghost.

"I actually came here to ask for permission."

"Permission? Permission for what?"

The sirens of an ambulance rushing to the scene started ringing louder and louder.

"To use your soul."

"What?" I was so confused.

"As I said. I am not from this world. In my own, I am trapped in a cycle of reincarnations which always brings devastation to my homeland. I was hoping that I could break that cycle… with another soul."

I did not understand…

"But I can not just take any soul in my stead. And I also need the permission of that soul."

"Would I be the one to be trapped in a cycle of reincarnations in your stead if I said yes"

"Yes and no."

Oh yes, that's a fantastic answer.

"Could you please be clearer?"

"I will forever be trapped in this cycle; however, I can choose to lay dormant… if another soul is beside me to lead the actual body."

"And you hope that I could change something?"

He nodded.

"You have a kind heart."

His eyes were filled with sadness, his life having been obviously filled with misery.

"I don't know if I can do what you would like me to do. I think you've overestimated me. I am not that strong you know." I told him.

"Whatever decisions you make, I will accept."

And I don't think he was talking about me accepting or refusing his request.

Well… I could not remain in this world any longer. I had given my last breath for my family (and I would do it over and over again).

Yes, it saddened me that I would never be able to see my lovely mother again, to hear the bad puns of my father, to go to school with my friends, do silly things with them, read all the fantastic books I had in my To Read list, and most regretfully from all these… I would not be able to see my brother grow into a young man.

But I was also taught that holding on to something you can never have will bring misery, not just to you, but also to the people you love.

And this man.

This man was desperate enough to even ask me, an average girl for help, just because I did something everyone would have done for their family.

He was a stranger but… I felt like I could trust him, and I did want to help him.

How many times did he have to watch his loved ones die? He said he was trapped in a cycle of reincarnations. And each one of them brought devastation, not just to his world I believed. But to his own soul as well.

"I… I'll help you." I said with a firm nod.

His face lit up, a boyish grin placed on his lips.

"Thank you, Cora."

I smiled back at him.

He held out his hand for me to grab. It would obviously take me to whatever dimension he came from (It was always like this in the books at least). For I realized, he truly wasn't from this world. But before I could take his hand…

"What is your name?" My hand slowly inching to his.

"Asura" His grin fading back to a kind smile.

My hand was already in his grasp.

And before I realized it, my whole world went black.