A/N: Hey and welcome to my first Self-Insert fanfiction. I had been thinking about this a lot and finally came up with something that I'm quite pleased with. I really enjoyed writing the first part (this one) and hope you guys do that as well. Don't be so harsh with me if there are misspellings and whatsoever. English certainly is not my first language, but I really try my best. I think I also overdid myself in terms of the length of this chapter. It was supposed to be way shorter, but I just couldn't stop writing.

I was inspired by a lot of different SI/OC stories and they all motivated me to write my own, as you can see. Right now I will go with the flow and will see which direction the story will take. In terms of pairings, potential partners, etc.: I don't have romances planned for now. But you're free to make your own assumptions. I will always leave space for you to fantasize.

That being said, have fun reading!

Death is this really big black hole of nothing everybody is so afraid of. An unknown body with questionable size filled with so many shapes in form of thoughts, ideas, memories and even more. Everything that a person who passed away takes with them, to have at least something to hold on. Death to many persons is a spectacle of its own. It's hard to define and find a right definition because this isn't something you can easily generalize.

Does Death go by a different name? Does it have a Flavour? If yes, is it bitter, salty or rather sweet? Does it smell like anything? The smell of burning firewood, some overly sweet deodorant or like the distinctive scent of freshly mown grass? There are so many more points to what death really is and what the individual sees in it.

I myself have never thought about death and its progress before. I mean, of course, I had at some point, like ethics class back in school taught me a lot of things about it, gave me space to build my own thoughts. So did movies, documentaries and so on. We get confronted with this topic most likely every day. But, what happens after all of that? After the miserable pain regardless of which kind of death we suffer? There's only one way to know.

Die.

Not the type of answer people want to here, I know, but what else is there to say? Right, nothing really.

My death to be very honest was not that spectacular. Not that there's a 'spectacular death', but I don't think it was that much of a big deal. I didn't really had a place to call home or family, was always wondering around searching for something that was so out of reach. Overthought to much and as a result of that got hit by a car, that my already dead senses had blended out just so perfectly. Was it shocking? Of course, but there was more to that.

Ever since that day, I have been pretty much living in a warm and comfortable bubble - that's what I would call it - that created the kind of safe space I needed so badly. I can just doze right off without having to worry about a thing, which is more than welcoming. And I never really felt alone, like somebody was sharing this bubble with me. I heard voices from outside, sweet and calming. Sometimes I felt a light tap on the back of my head I would say, a touch I wanted to lean in so badly. But there was always this wall between us that left me so frustrated. Which made me wonder: did I was really that longing for physical contact? I guess I must be. I can't even remember the last time someone had touched me. It had been ages. I tried many things, like following the movements of the presumable hands that waved in circles all over my safe space. Tried to follow the traces and meet the hands with mine when it stopped moving.

But with all good things happening, there had to be a crux of the matter. It approached slowly and with every day it got a little bit worse. It felt like there wasn't enough space in this once comfortable bubble anymore. My sense of time had long faded away, but this was something that happened way to fast. Forced out of a place I was familiar with, that I learned to love and rely on. Again. And I could curse myself for getting so attached a second time when I should know better.

I was somehow moving. I don't even know where I was going, but this whole journey was breathtaking. Literally. There were ends where it seemed nothing was making progress. Like everything stopped. Every movement halted. And with one-second following came this huge overwhelming feeling that made me want to cry.

And I cried. Shrieked, wailed, everything dull to my ears. It was cold, way too bright, everything blurred out and whoever had a hold of me was way to rough.

But then I heard this incredible sweet voice that I remembered listening to when I was still in my bubble. I didn't understand what they were saying, but it comforted me nonetheless.

The sweat rolled in thick drops down Mikotos temples, leaving wet streaks next to the dried up ones where tears had left their traces behind. The woman was overwhelmed, emotions just dancing right off of her. She never knew a human could feel this much all together. The horrible pain of labor was slowly fading after she held her children in her arms.

Twins.

It had been a surprise to both new parents to find out. Mikoto had been happy from the moment on she found out, ignoring the risks of pregnancy and birth of two children at the same time. Fugaku had been shocked but was welcoming the idea of two kids just fine.

"They are beautiful.", she mumbled quietly, but loud enough for her husband to hear. Mikoto could not take her eyes off the two babies.

"Yes, they are." Fugaku smiled next to her, settled in the hospital chair beside his wife's bed. He maybe didn't shed a tear, but he was just as happy as Mikoto. And the names he picked out for them would be so well fitting.

"Itachi," The male Uchiha looked at his newborn son and smiled, then turning to the other twin.

"Masae.", he finished and caressed his daughters face with his thumb and chuckled as the baby grimaced, showing a pair of semi deep dimples.

Mikoto watched the scene with fresh tears in her eyes.

"Welcome to the world, little ones."

I was never a religious person.

The thought of an afterlife was a quite untouching topic for me.

But somehow, I was reborn. Reincarnated.

As Uchiha Masae.

Younger Twin to Uchiha Itachi.

And this is my story.

With yet, a lot to come.