UPDATED: 5th April

Floating. It was a weird sensation to have. I am Miyako Hayashi, but I wasn't originally so. I was once a university student studying the culinary arts under one of the greatest chefs of the decade. My family was fairly decent; nothing too different from the others. It was ordinary, and that was the problem; it was too ordinary. I was just begging Murphy's law to occur when I was laughing and joking about everything being normal and that nothing would go wrong. "It's so…regular…" I clearly remember murmuring to myself on a warm summer's day, just a few hours before my death. I'll spare you the gory details, but that was about it. Then, I wound up here, in a place where the laws of gravity absolutely didn't apply.

Being reborn was, for lack of a better phrase, such a drag. At this rate, don't be surprised if I suddenly have powers to control shadows or something. It was a pain, knowing that I was an infant once again. It was hard to control my body; damn babies and their lack of movement. All I could do was cry and pretty much be a baby. I took a glance at the room around me. It was a rather spacious room with white, panelled walls. It was rather different to the rooms I remember having when I was still alive. Maybe I was transported back into time? I soon found out when I could hear and understand human speech. It was completely different from English, which was...interesting. It was Japanese, the language of my family. Funny thing - I didn't learn it. My father didn't let me. This was one of the times that I wished that I was my sister, who watched anime 24/7 and pretty much secretly learnt Japanese from anime and manga. Yes, she was a bit of a weaboo. I watched Naruto for a while when I was in my freshman year…I'm not too sure whether that would help me at all.

The next few months passed in a bit of a blaze, though I learnt how to move my hands as well as speak a bit, but it wasn't a lot. My mother, a beautiful woman, would sit in front of my crib. She would sing and clap my hands together and pinch my cheeks a lot. When my hair started to grow, she bought lots of little clips with cute flowers to place in it. When I cried, she would run right to me and held me, just from mother's instinct, knew exactly what I needed. I learned to love her, almost like my actual mother.

My father was very handsome. When he came home from long trips, he would bring back something for my mother and me. It was really easy thanks to the scrolls that he had. He was somehow able to fit an extremely delicate hair pin with threads of jewels drizzling down and a hand-crafted doll in his scroll. He showed me pictures of kunai and several other ninja items, which I indulged myself in. He would often laugh when I pointed at the long swords. He was definitely nicer than my old dad. I also loved him, much more than I did my other dad.

Before my first birthday, I was able to complete a string of words in Japanese and babble.

I laid in my crib, rolling around in the light peach-coloured blanket, giggling to myself or whatever the baby equivalent of giggling was. There were pictures of my family around and some of myself. I took after my mother, who had dead straight black hair. My father had a mousy brown shade instead. I had his dark eyes which glowed with a chestnut undertone. I loved the parents that I had now. My past parents were nice but I guessed that would never see them ever again. This is a new world and I have to move on, whether I liked it or not.

"Kazuki! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE HER ALONE?!"

I craned my chubby baby head to see my mother slam the door open. Her face was blazing red with anger, her knuckles white as the frantically looked around with eyes of a hawk. This was new.

"Not here…" she muttered and suddenly smiled as she saw my gasp of horror. "Hello Miyako-chan, did I disturb your sleep?"

It was freaky, how she changed her emotions so suddenly.

"Me fine thanks, kaa-chan …"

She smiled again and looked behind her to see my father who was scratching the back of his head.

"See, Satomi? She's fine?" My father grinned sheepishly, but it wasn't enough to sway my mother as she whacked him upside the head.

"We're in the middle of a war! We can't risk it!" my mother whisper-screeched.

"But— " My father attempted to speak, but was interrupted by my dearest mother.

"We have to know that she's our second chance! Remember what happened the first time?" she said, almost close to tears. She saw the forlorn look in my father's eyes and looked out of the window. What did she mean by the second time? What happened the first time? Am I not their first child? But there were no photos? I whined a bit and tossed in my blankets.

"But still, it's our home. We have chakra detectors and we'll never let her go to harm." My mother sighed, "You know, we're going to need to train her. It's a dangerous world out there and we can't just let her saunter around like nothing's happening. I—I mean, I know that we're going to miss her innocence, but if she takes one step into reality like that, she's not going to live."

Wait, chakra?

"Miyako's our child, she'll do fine," my father came and picked me up. I struggled to keep the fluffy blanket on myself and gave up when I was swung around rather swiftly.

"Blanket." I said, pouting and glaring at my father as he brought me up to his eye level. My mother let out a small chuckle.

"Maybe not yet…"

A/N: Hi there, readers from around the globe. I'm Alex, and after a while on this website, I have decided to upload one of my stories. Tell me what you think in the reviews~ Thanks so much for reading! :)