Chapter 1

This was originally a very short chapter, so I edited it and it became even shorter. Oh well, it's the introduction anyway. Hope you like it (:

My name was Catlyn. Why was? Because when I was eighteen, I got caught in an accident along with, if I remembered correctly, two other boys around my age. We were crossing the road in kind of a straight row so when the car came, we were lined up to get knocked into. I probably flew, crashed, and died.

When I regained consciousness, I immediately wished I could go back to being unconscious. My ears were filled with panic voices and distant screams. The air was thick with a kind of invisible yet perfectly tangible energy. I was drowning in it, and my lungs protested to the polluted air that I allowed in. I had never felt something like that in eighteen years of my life. I could not scream, I could not open my eyes, I could not move. I was frozen in fear by the killing intent that radiated from every direction. I brought my hands to my throat, in hope that death would save me from the agony.

Then suddenly, it disappeared. I could breathe and feel again, but I only saw blur splotches of light when I opened my eyes. The place was quiet, except for sobs that could be heard from a distance. I felt someone pick me up. Since when was I so small and light?

"Gomenasai... Mizuno-chan..." The lady who carried me apologized For what, I didn't know. I lifted my hands up and managed to cup the woman's cheeks. I felt her facial muscled move to what should have been a smile, before her arms went limp and I was caught by somebody else.

The people around me started talking in Japanese. I only recognized the language because of all the anime I watched. But of course, I couldn't understand what they were saying.

Why were they speaking Japanese? Who were they? Where was this? Why am I here? I had so many questions I couldn't even voice out. Not that they would understand anyway.

The man with a kind but powerful voice was saying something, and there was definitely something wrong with me, because I swear he sounded like the voice actor for the Third Hokage in Naruto. The fact that Kakashi's voice talked right after wasn't helping make things clear.

Then there was a sound of a baby crying. It was shrill and loud and I wanted to stick my fingers into my ears, but I couldn't. So I, too, opened my mouth to wail.

I stopped when I was picked up by a pair of arms and was gently shushed by the person. Reaching my hands out to feel the person, my palms had contact with a velvet cloth that covered half the guy's face. I giggled. It was so much like Kakashi's that I almost thought I somehow got reincarnated into the Naruto-universe.

I was passed to another person who had smoother arms and when she started singing, I was lulled into blissful sleep.

The subsequent times I woke up, I made it a priority to figure out where the hell I was. To say I was surprised was an understatement.

1) I really was a baby. Whether it was reincarnation or some kind of dream, I didn't know.

2) This wasn't my country. This wasn't even my world. It was the world of the anime I was pretty obsessed with back in my other life. I was in the Naruto-universe.

Another few things I figured out after a year:

1) I was born on the night of the Kyuubi attack.

2) I was an orphan.

3) Uzumaki Naruto was my twin brother.

Edited: 19/5/13