Ok, warning, another cliché, self insert fic! I know there are more of those, but the fact is I love them! Fanfiction gives us the possibility to dream and to write so... I got inspired by Dreaming of sunshine by silver queen yep not only me I know that. Amazing, simply amazing fic! One of my favourite here! Yep, I will try to keep the characters in line and promise to try hard not to make my OC a Mary Sue, if I fail, please, let me know. I love fanfiction and I am not ashamed to admit it. Yes I am working on an original story, but fanfiction is just in my soul. -
DISCLAIMER, PUT HERE FOR THE ENTIRE FIC. UM...UN... YES? NOPE, NOT MINE. MAYBE IN THE FUTURE IF I EARN ENOUGH MONEY AND GO TO KISHIMOTO SAN TO ASK HIM AND SELL ME ITACHI, WOULD HE AGREE? NOPE, I THOUGH THAT TOO. SO, NO, NO NARUTO, ITACHI OR SASUKE FOR ME, STILL I CAN BORROW THEM FOR A WHILE. A! REICHI THUS IS MINE. ENJOY!
SELF INSERT. Trying to change/save the world? Really? Is this that simple? Especially if this isn't your world and you're... a baby? Arrogance and betrayal-synonyms of Uchiha, so why bother saving them? Not if this also means saving yourself.
At least once in a lifetime, one has to wonder what death is or, does reincarnation exist? Is this thing with the afterlife, or a soul being reborn real? Sure every one of us is asking him or herself this question at least once. So did I, when I saw the car right in front of my eyes. Being a grown up person, I was supposed to be rational and wise. Was I? No wonder I was scared, knowing that the striking will happen, everyone would be. But when I felt my soul stripped of my body just before the impact, I guessed something was off.
Do I really have to explain how my entire life passed in front of my eyes in seconds? I myself believed this expression always felt exaggerated, but now I had to admit it was a true one. Really, how can one see his twenty and something years of life in just a few seconds? I remember being a toddler and playing with my cousin in sand, the image swapping to my first day in school and the feeling of excitement then and there, then events with classmates and then the first year of university. A tumult of events and faces, dear faces, my mom and dad, my friend Chiara, my cat Nola. My boyfriend was there too, smiling warmly at me. Yes my entire, normal life and my most precious persons. Predictably enough, after that I fainted, lost consciousness, call it as you want, because I refuse to call it dying.
I woke up in a white room, white ceiling, white walls and bright light. Is this heaven, afterlife or purgatory? What is this place, I asked myself trying to get up. Certainly enough, I couldn't. My entire body felt... at least I can tell is: weird. But at least I could feel it, so this was a good news, right? Was it? I tried to look around. Still white, should I guess that this is a hospital? Probably. I felt as someone wrapped me in a soft, white material. Everything felt surreal, why is everyone so big? Was I still in comatose or did they drugged me?
A beautiful female face approached me and smiled then whispered something, I don't know what, because I couldn't understand a thing. I tried to speak, but the only sound escaping my mouth was a sort of blabbering and my further attempts only resulted in something that seemed more like baby cry. A frustrated scream escaped my lips again and the female picked me up. Yes, yes you read that right, she picked my little little form up and started rocking me. The hell?
Is this a dream? Why do I feel small? Why am I so small? Have they drugged me? I asked myself again. I blinked in confusion and tried, yes I tried very much to feel and to move my hand. It seemed my motor control was off, or more like a drunk butterfly was trying to wave her weak wings. My brain knew what I wanted to do, but my body refused to just do it. Finally, the female with beautiful black eyes and same ebony hair, smiled at me and gingerly touched my small hand. I nearly fainted seeing five tiny baby fingers, attached to my frail body. I was a baby!
Meanwhile the woman held me close to her chest, embracing me lightly as not to hurt me. I could feel her warm breath waving on my cheek, and a soft warmness enveloping me like a blanket. I realized it was her presence that felt warm, her heart was reaching toward me. It was a sweet moment, sacral even. It was the moment that forged a mother-child bond, a priceless moment. Strange enough, it calmed me and I soon fell asleep.
So what should I tell you about my next months? What does a new born do? Yep, you guessed that right, including the eating, sleeping and diaper part. I was furious at first, wanting to cry to yell and to punch something, badly! Then I started to calm down a little soothed by the woman that now seemed to be my new mother.
Guess what, I was reborn in Japan or somewhere near, cause I could slightly comprehend some Japanese words... but now quite Japanese, a lot alike yet, the accent and the phonetic thing was off. Watching anime I knew something about kawai and arigato, oh I also knew hajimemashta and... that's it. Nothing else night, nine niente, so imagine my frustration looking at mom's guest when they talked and I looked at them like a cow, blinking and wondering what the hell were they talking? In my previous life, note the weird thing here? I was a normal person, nothing unusual, nothing special, maybe a little bookworm but in rest, a common person. I wasn't beautiful as Sharon Stone or smart as Einstein, like I said, nothing great.
Obviously I had a father too, he was not only dark with his looks, I mean seriously, dark hair dark eyes like mother, but his aura was dark. His face never changed expression, not even when looking at the cute little me. Well, at least I hoped I was cute, how do I know that? Aren't kids supposed to be cute? Tell you what? He actually seemed more displeased seeing me, and when I cried, yes I had to cry when feeling hungry or simply to assure them I was a child, and not a 22 old female stuck in their baby's body.
Soon I learnt that I still was a girl, thank you God for that, I can't imagine being a boy, I mean adjusting to a male body. Uf I feel shivers, no, don't get me wrong, I love men, but my soul was definitely female, end of story. That would have been nasty although it would be easier to piss. And no period. Gosh, that wouldn't be so bad! Yep too late.
It took much of my attention and brain function, to soon try to understand that language. God, I never knew even a single kanji and sticking with the arigato word wasn't an option. Sure it was too early for me to talk yet, but I had to do some progress. I was always awake when someone was in my stylish blue room. Later after some months, seeing mostly boys toys and clothes, I finally guessed I was supposed to be a boy. Back to the language, I listened and repeated in my head all the new words and tried to remember as much as I could, then I fell asleep. Oh the frustration being a baby again. Can you imagine it, and what about your hygiene? Crap, I hate diaper thing! Scratch that, I loathed the whole damn baby thing!
As many kids, I soon grew attached to my new family mostly my mother who was always there, but this doesn't mean I didn't miss my old one. Only the thought about my mom made me cry as a baby. I could cry I was a baby, was I not? To tell I was a quiet child, guess I was least troublesome, but I still had needs, ok? I mean I couldn't feed and bath on my own so...
Soon I started to crawl around with a crazy speed, trying to train my leg muscles, so I could walk again. Another year passed. So it was me everywhere, inspecting my huge Japanese traditional mansion. Crap, I never dreamed of that. More complication to follow. Oh, I finally learnt my name, Reichi, I liked it. It was cute. Thus I didn't know the meaning yet, I still liked it. Ok, let's skip the first year of my new life. Silly, isn't it? I still couldn't believe I had a new life. It was hard, and I never was a one-hundred optimist. I had my moments, yes, but now.
I obviously saw the displeased look in my father's eyes whenever he looked at me. My new mum, her name was Kohara, shivered and often cried seeing him like that. But the fact was she never cried in front of him, only when he was away and she was putting the false smile on, whatever he came back. I saw the respect and love in her eyes but the bast... crap I shouldn't say that, I was a baby, but how could he hit her that easily whenever he was angry because of me? Soon I started to avoid him, my mom only smiled sadly, and started teaching me their letters. To tell it was hell, it would be an understatement. I still was like a deaf person, no the word stupid would stick better, but soon I started to understand their words little by little. It still was hard, yet. Maybe it was better if I couldn't understand for then I found the reason for the man's hate for me.
"...finally... a kid... so many years... a girl?" asked he angrily, meanwhile my mom was silently crying.
"I'm sorry," she whispers covering her eyes with her trembling hands.
"No... damned girl... exactly like you... weak and pathetic. … don't have chakra! What... child is that? … you are proud. I wanted a boy, a boy... my clan's glory," replied the man throwing a dish with all of his force. My mom, startled, I nearly jumped out of my place. I still didn't understand everything only fractures of phrases or some words like chakra, what the hell was that, but the sense was clear. I hate this kind of thinking, what do we girls have in our veins if not blood? Gasoline or water? Isn't it still their blood? Or they don't know about genetics?
My world literally crumbled apart. For this I tried so hard to learn the language? Only to hear this? I saw how Kohara's pale fingers crumbled her kimono's textile.
"I couldn't know, what could I do... isn't she a child too..." the female tried weakly and he raised his hand to hit her. I sprang in action and stepped in front of him yelling.
"Dont... hut mommy!" I know my words were child blabbering, my tongue and my brain wasn't ready to it yet, but I needed to help her.
"You... don't interfere... pay the consequences," he said smacking me across the face. I froze, gingerly touching my hurting cheek and blinking in disbelief. He didn't feel sorry at all. I continued to blink at him until he finally hissed and turning around went outside. My mom fell to her knees and grabbed me in her arms crying hysterically. I know she was more scared for me, I could feel it. I cried too, hard and in voice. I cried for her, my lost life, my new life, my family and friends, my world, everything was going to hell.
I isolated myself from the world, the guests stopped coming, maybe they knew how to read the mood. I no longer saw beautiful women in silk kimono or tall handsome men with poker face. I could guess they were the part of a clan, they very much looked alike, the same posture, the same eyes and hair. The women were more relaxed but still I could read their arrogance in the posture of their heads and chins always up. There weren't any children around. Not that I missed some cry babies, yet some company was agreeable.
I was already walking and somehow talking. Yep, I mean saying like ma or ta da things, not much progress. Sure enough my bastard of a father told I was stupid and useless. I still couldn't understand why, so I gave up on his attention. He saw that I no longer looked at him, not even when we started eating at the big family table. I tried to be polite for my mother's sake. If I wasn't well behaved, she would be punished in my place. Oh he was ingenious, leaving her without food, closing her in her room, sometimes even worse... I often saw my mother's sad look, something like a deep pain, she also tried covering her bruises for me, wanting to protect my weak child mind. So tell you in few words, my new life kind of sucked. I missed my old one where I was a relatively happy person with friends and familly.
One evening I was studying the kanji letters when I heard Sayto, yep that was my false father's name, talking to someone. My understanding was better, but I still couldn't talk. Not a surprise, my brain had too much information for a two years old. I had my memories and my knowledges from my old life stored in my head, so it was harder, plus this language, geez! I mostly understood them and could blabber some easy words like mother and thank you, but trust me nothing difficult.
"Konoha is weak," stated a harsh, coarse voice, only to be interrupted by Sayto.
Wait Konoha? Where did I heard this name? Sure earlier I couldn't understand everything, but most part of their talking.
"Konoha is pathetic, without us the Uchiha, they are nothing, yet they dare to disregard and humiliate us. It is Uchiha who should govern the village!"
I paled, and fell on my backside, blinking as an owl. Konoha? Uchiha?
"The Uchiha, they are traitors, they forgot our clan's mighty and follow as puppies around that fool of a hokage. And to think that he is so young..." stated the harsh voice and I heard Sayto smirking.
"Yes they are traitors. To think that that Fugaku is the head clan. I am the descendant of the great Madara, the true head clan and they chose him?" hissed Sayto with venom in his voice.
"You have no sons," mocked him the voice and I felt like slapped again.
"Yes, my wife cannot have other children, but my pathetic excuse of a daughter is useless. I checked when she was born, she has no chakra coils developed. There is no way for her to become a ninja."
Why does this hurt so much? I don't acknowledge him as my father, I don't want his love, yet it hurt. But me, a ninja? No thank you, I have a phobia of pointy, sharp things.
"Still, I have an idea in mind, and your daughter can come in handy," spoke the harsh voice and Sayto seemed to chuckle. I bite my lip to avoid hissing or cursing. I had no longer the power to stay there. Konoha? Damned Uchiha? Damn, who did I piss to be sent here? Sure I loved Naruto-verse, but being in the middle of it was scary. Besides, I was almost sure I myself was an Uchiha. I mean, I know what I heard, yet my brain refused to digest the information. I surely was in denial until now, refusing to read the sign that were constantly there, but now faced with the harsh reality, I felt like a bucket of cold water was thrown on my head. It was always about this stupid clan? Fugaku? Damn, I know the story, and if I am right, I will die in the near future. No! This can't be! I ran outside on my tiny weak legs. It was not important where to go.
I ran and ran, not paying attention to the confused looks of the people outside. Sure it was silly, the whole situation was silly and unbelievable. First months I tried to make myself to believe this was all a dream, or maybe I was in a coma, but the days passed transforming in months and now I was two years and some months old, but finding out that I was Naruto's world. How should I react? What should I do? I was in panic!
I fell a few times and hurt my elbows and knees but I didn't care. Finally my energy and despair run itself down and I stopped. I took deep breaths and I looked around myself. Not really being outside except the court yard in our mansion, I never saw the village. My family was isolated, and lately I was isolated too. To think that they put such pressure on kids. Manners, posture, chin, elbows, manners, manners! That damn Sayto looked at my every move, searching for perfection and punishing mistakes. The stupid me, thought I was in Japan? Traditional family my ass. I was in fucking Konoha!
The village was full of shinobi with the hitai ate on their foreheads. But the most recognizable thing was... I turned my head and blinked a few times then pinched my palm. The pain was real, so was the mountain in front of my eyes. I clearly saw the hokage heads on the mountain, standing proudly like four pillars that protected the village. Four heads? Yep, four, the Uchiha were still alive, but not for long. Is Itachi even born yet? Hot tears continued to drip form my eyes. I was so blind, those specific features, that red fan on my every cloth...
"Are you ok, little one?" asked me a soft voice. I raised my eyes and saw a lot of red hair. A bright smile painted on a beautiful face. I inhaled sharply, being afraid to blink. I shook my head and the Uzumaki woman smiled at me, stretching her hand. Yes, a very pregnant Kushina Uzumaki stood in front of me.
"Uchiha?" simply asked the kunoichi and I nodded.
"Le..chi," I mumbled ashamed with my incompetence to talk yet.
"So, Uchiha Lechi, let's get you home," smiled the woman and I felt my small fingers in her hot palm. The woman radiated with warmth and joy. A little sun. the drawing in manga couldn't transfer her radiant energy and warmth, and her hair? I always liked red hair in anime but hers, it was melted sun, or damn, I can't even find a good description for it. To say it simply it was amazing. She kept talking, telling me about our village and her husband, asking me about myself, but I was only able to gape at her and trying to breath. She was clever enough to give me questions which I could reply to with a nod or a shook of my head. Soon we passed a very familiar stand. Ichiraku ramen. I couldn't believe it. The woman had a longing look in her eyes. Yep, guess from whom Naruto had the love for ramen. I knew pregnant women had an issue with the food so...
"Lame..n," I chirped and the woman brightened. Yes at two years and two months old I got my first ramen. It was good, no wonder Naruto was crazy about it. The smell and the taste was... insert an amazing word here. Naruto... looking at the beautiful woman next to me I felt sad. Knowing that she will die to protect him. I shook my head trying to ignore that throbbing feeling in my heart. The atmosphere was so calm in here, the smell... the warm woman next to me...
"Uchiha Reichi!" the sound cut like steel and I startled. I recognized that cold voice.
"Ah, Uchiha sama, I was going to accompany little Reichi home," tried Kushina but my father grabbed my hand and pulled me from the chair.
"Feeding a child that cheap food," he hissed and Kushina tried to object, but the newly appeared next to her blond male, stopped her.
"Forgive her Uchiha-san, she is in a changing mood lately. Please accept my excuses," said the man bowing his head with a smile.
Namikaze Minato! That was Namikaze... oh I need to breath! He is still alive, no wonder here seeing Kushina, but not for long, maybe a few more months.
"O..kage," I chirped not being able to restrain my emotions. My father probably looked at me, wondering from where I know the man, but I didn't care. Next to me stood the living legend, the fourth hokage.
"Reichi, you will refrain from disobeying me and running around," he said turning around with an almost invisible nod toward the hokage. The arrogance of this man!
"Ah, Uchiha san, she is just a child, and kids tend to be curious about the world," smiled the hokage and patted my head. His hand was big and warm, calloused from the use of weapons but still, so very warm. My father squeezed my hand, ordering me to walk and I knew I had to follow. I bowed at the pair and smiled brightly at them, before waving my hand and walking away with my dad. Common, I had to act like a child even if I actually felt like acting like a child.
On, the road back, I decided and really tried not to listen to Sayto's monologue. When finally realizing that I wasn't listening, he became very angry and shook my hand fiercely. I gasped in pain, the adrenaline wearing down. When I arrived home my mother was crying. She embraced me tightly then wiped my face and kissed me ten times. I felt tears in my eyes. The woman was actually scared to death, because of my disappearance. I felt sorry for her, so I hugged her back trying to calm her down. After she calmed down, she took me to the bathroom. After I took a bath I was dressed in a beautiful white silk kimono. Crap, they have kimono even for kids this small? And the most important was this really necessary?
"Fugaku sama," I heard my mom's soft voice and saw her bowing. I stood with my hands on my lap pretending to be a China doll. The Fugaku name freaked me out and I startled. Soon they entered the guest room and I clearly saw Fugaku, pregnant Mikoto and... little Itachi. I gasped. Even as a child he had that neutral expression on his face. Yes he was a child, wearing dark blue clothes with the Uchiha fan on every part of clothing (do they have the fan on underwear too? I'll have to check!). His face, was emotionless, but still could see the child in him, that soft skin and eyes that held no malice, only warmth well camouflaged under those black orbs. He had baby fat, and I was sure that he still was an innocent child.
Hearing my father's hiss, I had bitten my lip and bowed my eyes. Yes I was under his influence now cause I was small and weak, this will change with time.
"Itachi, say hello to Reichi chan," spoke his mother in a soft voice, pushing him toward me with a soft touch. She was a pleasant woman, very beautiful and dressed with taste. Her every gesture was elegance itself, yet she had some sort of sharpness or preciseness in her every motion. Was she a shinobi too? And Fugaku, well he looked pretty much like my father, drak eyes dark hair, all Uchiha style. Yet his aura wasn't as dark as his, but it definitely radiated with arrogance and pride.
"Good evening Reichi chan," bowed the little Itachi and I replied the same way. We started eating. I sat down next to Itachi, meanwhile the grown-ups talked about Konoha. Since I started to understand their words, I became scared and disgusted with them. Clan, Konoha, silly hokage, not acknowledging their power, bla bla.. it mostly came from my father's part but I saw no denial in Fugaku's eyes. Was I too inexperienced to read shinomi emotions? Or most precisely were they showing any emotions, apart from the false and cold politeness? Mikoto san was warmer, and my mother definitely was my little heaven but the men? It was clear that they tolerated each other for the sake of decorum. I inspected them carefully, trying not to raise suspicion. I found out Itachi was four years and some months old. Then it hit me, like a wave of glacial water! In nine years Itachi will kill everyone, including me, a new, unwilling, Uchiha. I paled and started to suffocate loosing the grasp of reality. I remembered the anime, those streets full with bodies and Itachi with his sharingan... blood, a lot of blood... I was hyperventilating, a panic attack. I was looking at him, but all I could see was his sharingan and blood, blood everywhere...
"Itachi, it seems that your bride to be, is very affected by you," smiled his mother with mirth in her eyes, taking my reaction to Itachi as a love-strike. I mean I was gaping at him, looking at him without blinking.
Wait, what? Bride to be? Me? No way in hell!
So what do you think? Please tell me! I know self insert stories are numerous, but I just wanted to write this, it just didn't leave my head for months. I never found a uchiha self insert apart from the Fire rebirth, an amazing fanfic I very much enjoy but apart from that, none. If anyone know please tell me! But other then that please, just please tell me what do you think of this fic, 'makes puppy eyes' pretty please?