I've been wanting to jump onto the frustrating bandwagon known as SI's.
especially with stories like Dreaming of Sunshine by Silver Queen, and others like Kill Your Heroes By Evil is a Relative Term; and to mention another favorite: The new dawn by Code Musica,(you should obviously go read those as they are well written).
disclaimer: i do not own Naruto or make any amount of money of this here fanfiction; Naruto as a whole is owned by Masashi Kishimoto, Enjoy.
Prologue
I would have said that reincarnation was bullshit if you told be about it being the actual result after death. I never believed in reincarnation,or any afterlives to boot; for me it was just nothing after your life, just When you died it stayed that way for all of eternity. I mean, I used to read manga, watch cartoons(and kinda anime) plus even self-insert fanfiction where somehow one regular person gets the chance to mess up the events for worse or for the better of said characters lives. I guess it engrossed me in ways normal life could never do in its whole.
I was the anti social kid, a regular guy with no interesting attributes, i was kinda boring.
I was engrossed, reading about runaway ninja who grew cold and to be seen as fit to live in a world with hired killers such as themselves; I on the other hand sucked at it, and I was not fit for such.
but I wasn't dumb by any standards, but was I a full-blown prodigy? I knew myself, I wasn't. I could never be like Itachi who'd slaughtered his whole clan. Or like Kakashi who had Chunin at age six.
I pondered of various possibilities like making sure naruto never got his dream. that was as I had decided one of the worst outcomes, just like Danzo taking over the leaf and making it a massive dictatorship. I shivered at that; I was happy that it wasn't a reality until I fell ending my life.
how did I die you question? well, I was eating my toast and carrying a massive box of old comic books upstairs from the basement.
being the stupid person I was I lost my balance and slipped, the food in my mouth choking me as I soon hit the stone floor with the back of my head, my many items being strewn about.
I think it was that evil toast that finished me off.. huh? well fuck me am i right.. (fuck you toast of evilness!) like a fan with their ship not being canon: it was all over.
having your life snapped like half of the universe was like all of the MCU films: it made me not feel so good, in fact it was the worst thing; it sucked hard.
Wow dude.. no blinding lights. no voices, this.. this was anticlimactic; or was it? I was honestly just expecting more.. well shit, I guess i'd need some type of dead set surprising luck for anything to ever happened around here.
Welp, should have guessed it was too good to be true, and before I realized it I was being cradled; flipping held in someone's arms.
But how was this even- ..wait, is this even plausible?
How the fuck was I even in someone's arms I wasn't even that small if I remember correctly; that was a bust because I didn't even know how.
With my bad eyesight, glancing around as much as I could I noticed that I didn't remember any of the others around me much to my dismay; uh.. where the hell were my parents! or what small amount of close friends I had made?(where was the toast that did this to me?)
Why was i even experiencing any of this shit in the first place!?
I tried to yell out something along the lines of: "help these people have done something to me, ah, and I think I shat myself!" but all that registered in my ears was a garbled nonsense; I tried to move my arms but could not due to the somewhat overly comfortable blanket wrapped around myself, wait.. a blanket? why would my arms and legs be in any situation trapped.. in.. a.. Fuck
oh fuck, this was a.. Hospital wasn't it? and, and.. I felt like i'd been cheated when the realization dawned on my new form with Ridgid intensity.
no, no! reincarnation was bullshit! in every literal sense i'd been metaphorically slapped just like every other self insert protagonist I've read about before this shit happened!
before I could start crying I realised that they were speaking Japanese, I knew this because I was a weeb yeah I wasn't afraid to say that but I knew what Japanese was in this sounded just like it! even if the only thing i knew were JoJo references and the word Nani; I mean yeah my vocabulary was shot and I only could recognize few words that were spoken in between yet that only confirmed what I suspected of being Japanese so far.
so I was doing this wasn't I? shit, I actually was; but fuck learning another language was going to be a fuck ton of work... did I want to really bother.. nah i'm getting it over with; narrowing my eyes I began to scout; sooner or later, I teared up at the sight of the Konohagakure hitai-ate.
Naruto?..
Good sir, my buddy reincarnation.. why fucking Naruto?!
I wasn't going to do this
I wasn't going to bother getting excited for absolutely nothing..
I started to cry aloud at the Prospect having to fight someone like pain and people Madara alike; all attempts to appease my reasonable fit by my new parents were instantly crushed.
looking back at the symbol of the Konohagakure headband on my new 'relative' this would make everything so much more difficult, I just knew it.
I would eventually see where I was in the naruto timeline; something told me I wasn't gonna like what I saw with my own eyes.
wait a damn second.
didn't i hear the name Uchiha or.. am i going hard of hearing, because if that's what I really heard things just got so much more complicated than I needed..
Fuck, I guess the universe really does hate me..
guess it's time to train my ass off until I can do whatever I want!
Well, this is how I wanna start everything off; I promise to try and upload when I can. (I cannot be held at those very words so.. by toast-sama I will try!)