(A/N): Hello to all potential readers out there! - i have only just recently created an account on this website. After a good couple of years reading fanfiction (mostly anything pertaining to Naruto or Harry potter) i have finally decided to give it a try myself. This story is my first and thus i'm merely trying my hand at it. It may or may not have the creative finesse you are looking for, but i would like you to see it as a training tool for my writing, for getting confortable with it if you will. Cheers & Thank you!

(A/N): As to what you can exspect of the character Michi in regards to this specific story. I'm creating an SI/OC who's a natural born sensor (don't worry she won't be sensitive or hypersensitive to chakra or something similar) with main focus on genjutsu and poison (cloud) techniques. She will be working a lot with her Owls for collaboration ninjutsu. She will be strong or skilled if you will, especially due to her background (medical school) as she will have an easier time picking up a few medical jutsu's (nothing OP!), so i intend to make her a well-rounded character with a bit of skill in everything - for her survival. She will primarily be a long range character. I have a general mindset of where i want her specialisation to head, but if you want to find out please read for yourself. Please & Thank you!


Owl-Nin Michi
(
): Japanese unisex name meaning "pathway."

" Don't Cry because it's over, smile because it happened" – Dr. Seuss …

"—…Well, I died, soooooo… Smile?" – The ever-intelligent protagonist, no seriously she is a legit genius.


My name was Andrea, Andrea Holbert, and I was a medical school graduate, age 26.

I'm not even quite sure what happened.

One moment I'm exiting Starbucks, having had the most luxurious serving of "Jade Citrus Mint Green Tea" (Yes, I'm one of those people who goes to Starbucks and drinks tea, problem? Yeah I think not, tea is quite literally my coffee. Years of medical school is a lot of work, and when the only thing you like about coffee is the aroma, you find a suitable soothing alternative. That some people then argue that I'm downright addicted to the stuff, well that is an entirely different matter, and frankly none of their god damn business, Thank you! But anyways, let's return from my tea spiel, and get down with the itty gritty stuff please and thank you – I am if nothing else perfectly polite and cordial to strangers mhmm. Well never mind, now on with it.)

As I am walking down the crowded walkway listening to Bryan Adam's godly voice singing You Can't take Me (Yeah, the movie Spirit is where it's at!) and just rocking in my own world on the general euphoria of having completed medical school, while listening to music best describing the feeling, well, some kind of supernatural overlord obviously took that unwittingly posed challenge to a whole new level. Because as my jam is skyrocketing and I'm feeling the groove – BAM! – and then nothing, just absolutely nothing, only darkness.


A soothing albeit muffled voice is what awakens me from this, this slumber?

Yeah I'm still not quite sure what exactly happened here, and honestly, it's freaking me out.

Seriously, What the actual FUCK!? did something happen to me? And what is up with the darkness and the voice? am I injured… am i dead? I'm feeling an almost hysterical onslaught, something I'm not well acquainted with.
I pride myself on my rationale in all possible situations – but this, this truly tests me, and I don't know what's wrong with me and it truly scares me. But as it appears, it matters not, as I succumb to the darkness, to the… slumber?


As time flies by while the situation regarding my confinement remains unchanged, answers to my questions remain unanswered as well.

Though I have long since stopped acting hysterical towards my situation, it does not change the sheer annoyance of it. Since I'm no longer panicking (I will not lie, it took somewhere around ten awakenings from the slumber to center myself and return my rationale) I now have my full mental capabilities ready, whether this is a good thing i'm not quite sure… but anyways, I have done a lot of thinking (or at least the thinking I can, while I'm awake between these sporadic periods of infuriating slumber) and have run through multiple scenarios for why I'm here.

The first and most credible reason is that I was likely mowed down by a car, and am now spending my time in the ICU (should that be the case, then i'm at least gaining some firsthand hospital knowledge from the other side of the bed, in comparison with what I've usually experienced…yeah…) and if I have to be honest, as morbid as it is, I truly hope this is what happened if by some miracle I didn't just have a stroke or something equally mundane. Because if something like a terrorist attack by either bomb or gun – or something similar – was what got me, and I haven't awoken yet, then I sadly think that's it. But then what is thi–

Thump

"…"

Thump

"…"

Thu

With all my will and absolute power, I lash out with an almighty and all-consuming devastating attack, towards my usual "prickler" as I have taken to call the deep bass of a sound that usually succeeds my lashing out. Yes… in the time I have been here I have now Identified two distinct sounds (to which I'm not ashamed of admitting my instinctual liking thereof).

The deep bass and the soothing vibrations have become somewhat of a fixture in the darkness.

At first I tried calling out to them, but I'm apparently lacking the ability to make any sound, so I settle for listening to the almost rhythmic vibrations and the occasional thump that creates the deep bass and a louder albeit still muffled soothing voice. The outright poking is a bit rude, but since I'm not exactly a stickler for which company I get, I'll take it - and on that note, I'm falling asleep again (seriously, the randomness of the sleep is infuriating).


I Don't know how long I have been in the darkness, but I am becoming somewhat used to the proceedings of my new existence, and that annoys me. On a positive note, I'm awake much more of the time than previously, and I'm not entirely sure what that means. Sleep still comes and goes… dammit I just had to say that… zzZZzzzZ…


Squeezing. The feeling of being squeezed wakes me, and it isn't pleasant AT FUCKING ALL!

The space I'm occupying is compressing upon itself, upon me!

The vibrations through the space is erratic, and somehow, I know I just can't be here anymore, so I unleash all the might and ferocity that I can in combination with the increasingly intensifying – and extremely uncomfortable – squeezes.

And out of the darkness I go.

And Into the light I come.

It's absolutely BLINDING and NOISY. It's disorienting, and I can't see nor hear head or tails in the pandemonium that goes on around me.

SMACK!

A sharp sting spreads through me, and as if controlled by some divine instinct I start wailing like there is no tomorrow (and hey! There might truly not be a tomorrow for all I know!).

The noises have become somewhat bearable and I hear a very distinct – very womanly - sigh of relief and the … the… the hands? I open my eyes, but I apparently cannot see as well as I'm hearing, because all I'm seeing is a very, very rough outline of… of … of giants?

WHAT THE FUCK!?

The hands, not to mention the beings are absolutely humongous… the culminated level of stress, unfamiliarity and general uneasiness is just too much, and I start wailing once again (when did I even stop?). The hands deliver me to the arms of another, and suddenly I hear a familiar voice, now unmuffled, and clear as a bell.

I immediately shut up at the first sign of some familiarity and the (very pleasant) voice starts to… to coo? at me, and as I rests in the arms of what I now clearly recognize as a female, I can feel my limited strength leave me while a harmony of the soothing voice and the deep bass coos at me, and thus I fall asleep with the last thoughts of…

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?


My name is Michi, just Michi (I think), and I am a baby, age three months.

Okay, here is what's up.

I'M A MOTHER*Beep* BABY!

A FREAKING BABY!

ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!

Yeah… That was my reaction when I had a culminated a week's worth of knowledge, and defeated my own stonewall of denial, but seriously reincarnation is just not that simple to wrap your head around, really! I mean I'm not even especially religious (though, maybe this is the time to reconsider?) and I have never even given Buddhism or any eastern religious belief any real thought, and then still BAM! here I am.

So even though it took me quite a while to wrap my head around the fact that I'm someone else now. I not only have to deal with that, but the fact that I'm probably in Japan as well.

Seriously, except for a few certain key words and phrases, that I remember solely because I have soaked up Anime all my life (or previous life?) like a sponge, seriously when you had little to no friends and zero family to speak of, you did what you wanted in your spare time, and in my case one of my interest's through my downtime when I studied all those years, were some crispy good anime where you brain doesn't really have to work, and can thus just tune out reality.

But to back track a bit, In my previous life I was an orphan, just bouncing around the system since I was amongst the many children that didn't get adopted, which is sadly just part of (my previous?) reality. And yeah, it was hard, there were some less desirable situations and some better ones, but it was in general the same life of bouncing around, and thus when your moving around a lot, you just have a tendency to not make that many friends.

It wasn't that I didn't have any friends, it was just difficult keeping in touch with the various people you met when you moved, it was just a natural process. Distance forces people apart, and then you meet new people and they take your old friends spot, rinse and repeat. It may sound like the various friendships acquired in different places were superficial, and in a way, they were, there just wasn't the time to make deep and bonding relationships with people when you don't know when and where you'll move next.

And that is not to mention the ambition I had of breaking the social and working layer I was in. As an orphan, never having known your parents, you don't have a lot of opportunities to succeed beyond high school, and thus I studied a lot, like a whole god damn lot to get into a full scholarship at a prestigious college and then study a lot more through college to graduate summa cum laude to land medical school and then study even more, while working for money on side.

I guess you catch my drift now, when your future ambition outweighs the present's need for comfort, that you then just chose to plow through, because you know your future rests solely on your shoulders. It creates an early sort of maturity – which sort of sets you apart from the rest –, that a lot of one's peers just don't realize because they themselves possesses the safety net that is their immediate family (if not extended as well).

And this is what is weird. Having parents, having caring loving parents.

I've never had anyone before, always relying on myself and maturing accordingly (not that I can do anything but wail and cry at this point in time…). So even though I'm a bit iffed at this whole reincarnation thing, I can't help that despite my 26 years, that I feel somewhat curious, as to how it's like having parents. I'm sure it is the little kid inside me, the one that has never had anybody, that is the one coming forward and dominating me. I'm quite sure it's a combination between my old longing for a family and this new body's need for warmth and love.

And to be truthful, anyone, and I mean

ANY-DAMN-ONE

That willingly wipes your ass after you have been dumping the smelliest goo imaginable, and does so with an almost fond smile on their face, is deserving of a portion of that unconditional love that I now seem to possess in spades for them.

But seriously it is also humiliating as hell, having to be taken care of so absolutely (I mean you don't even control your bodily fluids) and that your only response is to cry out and hope your prayers will be answered, otherwise you'll just have to wait, truly another point in the favor of my new parents.
I, almost, only have to take a big enough intake of air to signal what is coming, it's almost like having what I would imagine to be pampering servants. Hmmm apt description.

Even though I was 26 years of age mentally, the way my parents were currying favor with me was enough to melt any heart.

Seriously. Since I highly doubt infantile amnesia is anything I will have to deal with, considering my, sometimes, painful awareness, I get to experience firsthand the amount of work it takes to raise and take care of the little brat that is currently me. I have truly watched and observed, and have through the shared experience that is baby throw up and baby poo, unlocked a new depth of devotion to my new set of parents (my only set really).

I think I will have nightmares if I don't repress some of these memories.

My parents names are Keiko and Fumio, no last name heard as of yet, and I only truly got their names after having heard them call out those a few times to get each other's attention.

My father Fumio is an absolute mountain of a man.

Even if my baby perspective isn't really a reliant way to judge heights as of yet. But anyways, he must be huge if him standing by my mother is anything to go by, he is not just tall, he is thick and massive with a ton of muscle, like really really muscled. I have only seen muscle like that on those bodybuilding shows on the telly, and even then he looks huge.

If it wasn't for him having ruined any chance of being intimidating towards me, seriously, he coos more than my mom, then the almost horrifying amount of scars that litter his body would have worked wonders at scaring people off. I don't know what he does for a living but he's gotta be able to find something safer right? Ever body part that I've seen, has at least a few scars here and there, and his face is no exception.

From his chin, upwards over his lips and the bridge of his nose ending at the hairline is one massive, if a bit crooked, scar. But even though he is scarred, he possesses this rugged handsomeness, as if his marred – sun kissed – skin is something that has always been and is truly a part of him. Combined with his bright purple eyes and short cropped midnight black hair, and yep my mother is a lucky lady.

My Mother Keiko is beautiful. Like gorgeous, her body alone is super fit, I mean seriously, what does my parents do to be that fit?

My mother is scarred as well, but nowhere near as much as my father, the only scar of hers that I've seen is on her left forewarm, a long and clean cut-like one. What is it with them? Have I been born into some kind of extreme sports family? But oh well back on track.

SHE is a good-looking lady, fair skin, brown eyes, full lips, but the most eye-opening thing is clearly her deep dark purple hair. I still can't figure out whether it's natural – because it looks so good – or if it's some very high quality color dye.

I've truly hit the jackpot in regards to my gene pool, and it is not to appear vain, but I should become quite good looking if my parents are anything to go by. I have yet to see my baby self in mirror, but well I'm a baby, so I guess there's really not that much to see.

My parents looks somewhere close to what my age where in my previous life, which is alright I guess, still it is a bit humiliating having what is your mental peers having to take care of you, though I have somewhat gotten used to being weak and pathetic (…I hate it).


I tried, I truly tried playing the adoring baby, but here a bit over the three-month mark I simply gave up. It may have been slightly unnerving for my parents going from adoringly random baby blabber, to said baby trying to repeat everything they said repeatedly, (Hey! I have to learn the language somehow, the sooner the better right?) even though my current baby vocal cords are shit.

Even though I now know a few words and phrases my baby mouth just isn't up for anything but baby blather. Despite my caring parents, I am still 26 and quite desperate to reach my old level of self-reliance.

I've slowly begun trying to sit up, making baby push-ups when I can (when I'm not too tired, geez this body has zero energy). It's coming along nicely if I have to say so myself, I'll soon be there, yeah…

ooohhhh and I just soiled myself, great, just great, oh well there is only one viable solution…

… 3

… 2

… 1

… aaaaaand action!

"Waaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" I cry out in my usual pathetic wail to get the cleanup patrol running (seriously when you are aware of the poop and piss clinging to your bottom, you want it removed asap).

And I can already hear the sweet sounds of the approaching liberation. she's nothing else if fast and efficient.

Mother just stepped through my doorstep and is walking towards my crib, in which I'm residing like a king (no really, it's a prison, pure and simple).

She picks me up and I use the only skill that I have acquired since coming to this place – I tune the entire cleaning process out to the best of my ability.

As she is done, she takes a place in a big comfy looking recliner and places me on her lap, tilting me back a bit, so that we are looking at each other's face.

And so, the cooing and talking starts, and I do my best grab onto all the words and cram them into my head. It has to be slightly unnerving having a baby sit and listen so intently, but if she realizes anything, she doesn't show it, as she continues to speak or coo at me in what I can actually understand through my currently limited exposure to the language.

"Ohh my cute little Michi, aren't you just the cutest little thing" she almost squeals at me.

From what I can gather she is pretty hyped about being a mother and starting a family. It doesn't seem like I have any extended family, or any family at all really, except my parents of course. There haven't been any visitors so I think there really aren't any, hmm… I'm not sure how to feel about that.

"Can you say kaa-san my little Michi, kaaaaa-saaaan?" she coos at me.

Hey! I'm three months old woman, i'm limited to my wahhh's, ahhhh's and such.

I don't think she any real experience with the development stages of a child. I'm about to ignore her, but as I look up, I see her complete blissful and lovingly awaiting expression… that's almost unfair! When she looks at me like that, it doesn't matter that she's talking to me as if I'm a baby (and hey! I am, but that doesn't mean I have to like it!) so my little baby heart melts like the goo it probably is.

"Waaa-aaaa" Well… I tried… and if her expression is anything to go by I did all right. She smiles happily down at me and gently grabs my cheeks. (Hey Woman, grab your own!)

"You are so smart my little Michi, aren't you? You'll grow up to be very smart and strong one day, I just know it" she sighs of at the end a bit tiredly. I look up and really truly look at her and I see it, she has bags under her eyes, and she is almost sagging in the chair.

Hmm… now I feel a bit bad about wailing about everything. It can't be easy primarily taking care of me herself. Yeah my father is out a lot. I think it must be work, and whatever it is he is doing, he is more often than naught coming home with a few bandages here and there. I have worked my brain into headaches trying to figure out what the hell kind of work leaves him like that, but has yet to work anything out.

But mother is getting tired, so I might have to be a bit more considerate regarding my pooping time.

"Now how about we get some food in that tummy, neh Michi?" and that ladies and gentlemen is my cue to zone out, as I see her lowering her top and freeing her breasts…


I awake in the arms of my sleeping mother to the sound of a door opening and closing, she must be really tired, as usually only the slightest noise leave her aware. The bedroom door to my parents' room soundlessly open, and in steps my father letting his usual roguish smile seep through when he sees us.

He quickly puts a finger in front of his lips giving me the universal gesture for silence, and moves slowly yet gracefully to the unoccupied side of the bed and lies down, so that I rest between them. He leans over and delivers a lingering kiss on the top of my head, he hasn't shaved in a while, so I feel his stubble lightly scratch the top of my head as he snuggles closer toward us.

And as I'm falling asleep again, I can't help but feel safe, loved and happy, as only a kid can.


It is morning and it's a rare occasion where we are all gathered for breakfast.

Well I'm on my mother's lap, watching and listening to them eat, but whatever tomayto tomahto.

I can only catch some of the words since they are speaking fast in complicated sentences (well at least to me… damn, have to practice more), it's a bit disorienting with how I only recognize bits and pieces of simple sentences, but I try to soak up as much as possible.

But even though I can't very well follow what they are talking about, I'm able to pick up the stressed body language. They are worried. but that's about all my baby spying skills can gather.

I open my mouth and in my best baby blather, loosely, attempt to recreate the sounds and words I just heard.

"Waahaaaaawaa" Nailed it. Father thinks so too, as he smiles and reaches over to fuss with the top of my head.

"That's right my little darling baby girl Michi" He coos at me. I told you, father understands. Even though I have yet to speak properly, he fully comprehends that he is my servant, and it is his divine duty to make sure I'm happy.

The rest of breakfast passes in comfortable silence. And as my father leaves to change (presumably)for work (whatever that is), mom is giving me a baby bottle with milk (Yeah, I'm blessed that it's not always directly from the tap…).

As I'm sitting against my mother drinking the, grudgingly admitted, very good milk, and letting my mind wander in regards to my situation and how much I still don't know of it, my father exits the bedroom fully clothed in his shinobi gea–

Wha–

Wha-what…

WHAT THE FUCK!?


(A/N): Thank you for reading chapter 1 of Owl-Nin Michi. As you may have noticed it is a bit slow on the uptake, but that is purely for the reason that i wanted to establish a broader and firmer foundation, as to try and give Michi a bit more depth before we start delving into jutsu's and various in-world scenario's. The character will be made as a bit of a genius - at least because she is motivated, so a genius of motivation? Once the foundation for the story and the in-depth scenarios has been somewhat laid out, she will start learning at an impressive pace. Thank you!