Prologue

I just couldn't help myself. As plot bunnies cloud my head, I have no choice but to entertain my ever bored self with something new until these damn bunnies decide that they will disappear!

Anyway, This story was inspired by some GREAT self inserted fanfics I ever read:

Iryo-nin Kasa by Vaengir

Of the river and sea by Aleycat4eva

Spider thread by blackcatgirl

Vapors by ElectraSev5n

Okay that's all the dedications and if you have never read any of these, I recommend you do. They will change your views on self inserts. Seriously.

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I never thought that school would kill me. Well, technically it wasn't school that killed me. It was a stupid taxi driver driving way too fast that my mother would've gotten a heart attack, carrying me to school that did kill me. I always liked traveling at high speeds. Call it what you want, but the way your heart beats against your chest as you almost fly on the high way, the feeling of your stomach squeezing with some kind of excitement when you turn corners at neck break speeds, always excited me. So I wasn't bothered at the speeds the young taxi driver drove with. All I could think of was meeting to school on time.

So I guess me dying was my fault- the taxi driver too. But I was in such a rush to reach to school on a rainy Thursday morning that I didn't think once about taking the bus. Something about my hair getting wet along with the baggage I had to fetch. Go ahead and say I'm a lazy teenager. I dare you. You wouldn't be calling me that (if you are) if you had to carry a whole table set- cutlery included- along with the requirements to set a table just to get a high score in Home Management.

And like a spoiled brat, I made my mother give me extra money to catch a cab.

"Good luck!" That was the last time I saw my mother. Standing at the gate of our home, a tired smile on her face. "Love you!"

"Love you too, mom!" Eight minutes later, the yellow taxi cab had slid off the road due to a truck appearing out of nowhere and slamming into another one before going hood first into a very large gutter. My last thoughts as I lay in the back seat with what must be a fatal injury to my head after slamming into the left window of the car were simple:

I fucking hate rainy days.

My vision had blanked out right after that before I could no longer feel the pain of being in a car crash.

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Where am I?

I couldn't place where I was. Was this the after life? Was this suppose to be the awesome place that has dogs with wings and people with halos above their heads wearing all white? Or is it the very hot place with a demon as the ruler and a rather large fork in his hand?

Well I couldn't make out anything because I couldn't see shit. Like all that was there was darkness, darkness and more darkness. For some reason, I was pushed into a curling inward position due to something- I don't know what it was- pressing against me at all sides. I don't know how long I was positioned like this, but I knew I was going to get cramps when I finally got loose of... where ever I was.

But, after what felt like years or more, I could feel myself being shoved out of the position. You would think I would be ecstatic at this but I wasn't. It hurt like hell how the -whatever it was- was pushing me away like I had over stayed my welcome. For some reason I don't want to leave. Maybe because after awhile I had gotten used to the dark and quiet.

I could finally see light once more and it made my eyes burn. Imagine my surprise when I feel like something pulls me out of where ever I was and hold me with it's very giant hands.

Its like something goes off when I breath in for the first time. Very loud noises are heard all around me as the rough hands handle me and I can't help but begin to cry. Because even though I could see a little better, I couldn't see clear. I couldn't make out what the noises were or why someone was holding me.

Was I alive? How can that be? I thought I died...

Just then I register the fact that someone was holding and now was wrapping me up in what feels like a blanket which was kinda scratchy against my skin. I was then passed over to someone and brought close to their chest. By the softness of their voice, I guess it was a woman. And by the way she was holding me, I knew this was my new mother.

Yep. I was somehow a baby. A fucking sixteen year old had somehow been made into a baby.

Don't tell me this is like one of those fanfictions I always read?

Oh no. Oh NO. OH FUCK NO!

I didn't even realize I was crying again until I heard gentle shush noises coming from the woman that held me. For some reason, I could make out her voice, even though I don't understand what ever she's saying. It was still comforting and by the way she was slowly rocking me back and forth made me sleepy.

Maybe it won't be so bad being a baby again...

That was the last thought I had before I fell into a deep slumber.

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I had counted the amount of days it took me to see anything very clearly. It had took twelve weeks. Twelve weeks of me only seeing blurs and understanding nothing that came out of the mouths of the persons who would be near me. It was vaguely familiar how they spoke, yet I couldn't place what language it was. As far as I knew, I only spoke English.

Anyway, slowly my sight began to return to me little by little. I could see that my sheets were a light pink, my cradle was a light brown color and my ceiling was a plain white. But when my mother- she would usually be the one to pick me up to feed me- picked me up, I couldn't make out her face and it usually got me frustrated. I wanted my sight back, dammit!

Now, I wished I could have stayed in that state a little longer.

It wasn't my mom who had greeted when my sight had decided to clear up. No, it was what supposed to be a younger looking version of one of the most popular characters in Naruto. Well, not all that popular. But still, Tsunade is pretty popular because I recognized her instantly. I could feel my small useless body freeze when my eyes met with her light brown ones.

She looked happy, with a smile on her face and I supposed what she was saying was supposed to be cooing. I sure as hell wasn't happy.

How the fuck was I somehow in the arms of a teenaged Tsunade Senju?!

I was freaked out. I was scared. I mean I even tried to do the Dorothy thing minus the clicking my heels.

There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.

Upon opening my eyes, the damned girl was still staring down at me grinning.

Fuck.

I knew I shouldn't have cried, but I couldn't help it, being a baby and all.

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After calming down over the fact that I was somehow reincarnated into the Naruto Universe, I began to think.

Okay, so I was somehow here and this somehow feels like those damned fanfics I read all the time. At the moment, I was in my crib staring up at my boring ceiling. Tsunade after realizing that I wouldn't quiet down, had put me back down and had yelled for who I supposed to be my mother. It didn't take long for the woman to appear.

And for the second time that day, I wanted to cry. The woman was beautiful. No doubt about it. But she looked so much like Tsunade. They had the same hair, eyes even the same face structure. And from the smell of jasmine and flowers when the woman picked me up, I knew she was my new mom who I hadn't been able to recognize for the first twelve weeks in this new body.

But instead of crying, I felt my self-like usual- calming down when she just rocked me slowly in her arms while trying to make me stop crying by cooing in a very soft tone. I found myself quieting down after that and just blatantly staring up at her in awe. She really was beautiful.

After force feeding me- because who in their right minds would want to suckle on a woman's breast when themselves is a woman- she had put me down and tucked me in.

And now, I was left to weep on losing my family and having to live the rest of my life in an anime. But I couldn't be doom and gloom. Like my mother- my real mother- would always say 'If life gives you lemons, make lemonade'.

But what if this fucking life can't make lemonade!

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At nine months, I found myself able to sit up. My whole new family was happy over the fact. Even though I was just sitting up. It was hard work getting this body to obey my commands. I couldn't wait to finally being able walk again, run again and climb the most annoying part of being a baby would have to be teething.

My gums itched like hell and I would usually put my hands into my mouth to try and stop the itching, even stooping so low as put my favorite blocks into my mouth to try and ease the itching. I hate teething!

But I did try to speak, though sounds like 'ma' 'ba' and 'na' were all I were able to speak at first.

I am distracted as a figure topples down beside me. I can't help but sigh. It seemed my older brother had lost interest in tottering around what can only be the living room. Even though I had no interest in playing with the cute little Nawaki, he didn't seem to understand as he began to babble.

Now that I had realized that it was Japanese everyone was speaking, I had started to listen in more. I had even found out my new name.

Shimenawa

After realizing that every time my mother held me she kept repeating the word to me, I had come to the conclusion it was my new name. Other than that, Nawaki always referred to me as 'Shi-nee'. I was kinda jealous of the brown haired boy. My tongue still felt to thick to even say one word unless it was those stupid sounds, that I know no one understood. Be it English or Japanese. That didn't stop me from absorbing everything that anyone spoke around me.

Down to little Nawaki I listened to. But at the moment I had no interest in him. The small blocks that mother had left for me to play with had my full attention. For some reason, the colorful wooden blocks were more interesting than the mindless babble Nawaki was sprouting.

A tug on my hair signaled he didn't like that I was ignoring him.

"Shi-nee!" He also didn't like the fact that I had pulled his hair in retaliation. Before a fight could break out, our older sister had appeared separating us from each other. Due to my low understanding on what she was saying, I could only make out that she was scolding us. I really didn't give a damn. He started it first.

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Finally after much hard work, I was able to make my first step. I must've have looked like an idiot how I clutched onto the couch as I tottered toward where my mother was. She was leaning forward, hands on her knees as she encouraged me toward her. It was only us and Nawaki at home since Tsunade seem to be off on another mission and father- who I barely saw at all- was out for the moment.

Nawaki sat in his chair, awaiting mother's lunch but was starting to look impatient. I smile slightly, showing off my empty mouth with the beginning of teeth appearing in some places, as I continued my long - but was actually really short- journey to my mother's awaiting arms. Just when I was getting a hang of walking without needing the support of the beige couch, I had to trip over my chubby feet. But luckily I had made it to my mother, who enveloped me into a hug while giving me praise.

For some reason, this made me giggle and I truly felt happy for once. It felt so good being in a loving embrace. It reminded me of my first mom. I had taken to call them by first and second respectively. My chubby hands grip onto her light blue shirt as she lifts me up while planting a kiss on my forehead. Setting me down next to the now giggling Nawaki, I wait patiently for the food to be served.

I could get use to this, yeah.

Not long after that, I had said my first word. And it couldn't have been the best moment. It was the first time I met my grandmother; Mito Uzumaki. The entire family was celebrating my first birthday when the woman had appeared. She looked like the exact Mito from the anime. Her eyes had fell on me and I couldn't help but go quiet.

Even though at least three shinobi were flanking her while she held onto her walking stick, I could still feel the dignified air that came off of her. How she held herself. My mother at the moment had been holding me and took me toward the lady who had taken a seat on her couch. Somehow, she looked wrong there. Like she's suppose to be sitting on a throne or something.

"Shimi-chan, meet your grandmother, Mito." Setting me on my feet, I couldn't see the smile on my mother's face. My eyes were on the woman now. She looked like my father, or he looked like her. Although Yuichi didn't have her red hair, they had the same pupil-less eyes that somehow always looked pretty, and noble air around them.

I kept on staring at the beautiful woman as everyone chuckled. Even at this age she looked beautiful. Did I mention how beautiful this woman is? I wonder if I'll ever be that pretty when I'm that old. My thoughts are interrupted when she finally speaks.

"Such a pretty child." I blink when a smile graces her lips and I can't help but return it.

"Thank you." For some reason, the room had gone silent. Looking around I found everyone staring at me; mom, dad, Tsunade and even Nawaki had stopped eating the sweet treat that can only be dango. He is the first to speak.

"Nee-chan just talked!" This seemed to have woken everyone up as they all surrounded me and started to celebrate. I guess first words truly are special to families. I feel a smile lighting up my features as my dad picked me up and spun me around before my mother collected me and nuzzled me to her chest, rapidly repeating 'that's my girl' over and over again. Tsunade and Nawaki cheered in the background, big grins on their faces while grandmother Mito chuckled softly. Again I felt myself thinking that maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

That maybe I could fit in into this world.

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Alright, my back hurts like hell and I'm hungry so I'mma cut it here. ^_^ Review my lovies. I also eat those you know. They give me love :3

Here's a funfact for you:

Shimenawa literally means enclosing rope in Japanese.

Tsunade's name means mooring rope

Nawaki means rope tree

So the siblings all have similar names :3 in a sense

Bear with me please. I know it's short and maybe a little fast paced but it will get better in the next chapter! Promise!