My name is Ayato Hiromi.

That wasn't always my name, but that hardly matters now.

So you know the thing. Dies unoriginally and gets reincarnated into the world of Naruto, blah blah blah.

So, basically, I woke up to a lullaby. The irony. I couldn't see anything, but I heard a lovely voice singing something, probably in Japanese, since I watched a shit ton of anime and still only knew basic phrases and swears.

So, being a person who generally went with the flow, I just fell asleep.

~Some time later~

I was a healthy little baby girl named Hiromi, which, from the good amount of Japanese I learned, meant 'generous beauty'. Sky-high expectations.

I learned my parents were shinobi, and they expected me to be one as well. My mother had nice snow-white hair with dark eyes, and my father has curly blue hair with blue eyes. I had my father's eyes and my mother's hair, with a streak of blue.

Genetics. Sigh.

I had only learned to crawl and babble like the little baby I was, shaking a rattle and hugging a stuffed tiger. But my father was rarely home, and my mother seemed to always be on edge.

The first word I'd ever said was, 'kaa-chan', which made her very happy. When I learned to talk fluently, I still didn't say much. Hey, speaking is an option.

"Kaa-chan?"

"Yes, Hiromi-chan?"

"Why is tou-chan never home?"

She paused, then went back to drying the dishes. "Your tou-chan is a shinobi. This is a time of war, so he must fight."

I nodded. "For everybody's safety?"

Kaa-chan smiled at me. "Correct. Would you like to be a kunoichi, Hiromi?"

I nodded and went back to my stuffed animals.

I noticed that sometimes, my mother whispered to my father while glancing at me. Sometimes when I called her 'kaa-chan', she'd stiffen. She'd say, "Yes, Hiromi?" Instead of Hiromi-chan.

It was almost as if she were afraid of me. Her own two-year-old daughter, who was perfectly adorable, the best child in the world.

When my father was home, he'd be too tired to do much past a "Hey, Hiromi," and stumble into his room. Kaa-chan would bring food to his room and whisper real quiet, like I couldn't catch glimpses of the conversation, enough to know they were talking about me.

When my mother was tending to the garden or cooking or whatever, I was teaching myself to read and write. We had quite a few books, and scrolls about our village's history. After seeing the 'God of Shinobi' and and the Uchiha clan, it was pretty obvious I was in Konoha.

Sigh. Troublesome. Why wasn't I in the Nara clan; I'm as lazy as them anyways.

"Kaa-chan?"

My mom, Sorano, stiffened. "Y-yes, Hiromi-san?"

That totally didn't hurt.

"When will the war end?"

She had a pained looked in her brown eyes as she glanced down at me briefly. "W-well, that hasn't been decided. M-maybe if one village overpowers the rest…."

So, my mother was terrified of her quiet, nerdy daughter, and my father was too busy bleeding to notice anything wrong.

Hooray.

So, two years passed like this. When I turned three, I was taught many different genjutsus, which seemed to be my mother's specialty before she had me and retired. She mentioned that my father was a kenjutsu master and was well respected among his companions. I didn't plan on following in his footsteps; learning to use a katana would be troublesome.

So I was guessing I'd be more like Kurenai; a genjutsu user.

Close enough. Kurenai-sensei was pretty.

My father sometimes had a day or two off to heal his injuries, like a broken arm or something. Didn't know much about the human body. I remember one particular day when my father brought home a basket.

"What's that, tou-chan?" I asked innocently, like a three-year-old should do.

"Bunnies." He took off the lid, revealing some rabbits.

"Are we getting pets?" My eyes lit up.

"You're killing them."

I froze. Nonononono not the good ol' killing fluffy creatures…..I feel guilty slapping a damn mosquito for Kami/Jashin/Pein's sake…..

So the rest of the day was wasted on killing several rabbits, and then I skipped dinner and went to bed early and had dreams of being haunted by rabbits.

Don't blame me for being paranoid.

Then there was another time in the woods where I discovered I'd inherited my father's unique bloodline limit. Not as cool as the Byakugan or Sharingan, but still unique.

We were just walking in the woods, learning about tracking and fighting in the foliage, we were ambushed by some Kirigakure ninja. Just two.

Dad growled. "This is pretty deep within the border, don't you agree?"

One of them grinned. "We've got the upper hand. One shinobi and a child."

My father whipped out his katana and engaged them, while I stood there like the useless little girl that I was. And I could tell his ankle pains were slowing him down, a lot.

The brunette used a fireball jutsu, which tou-chan narrowly dodged. His clothes were lightly singed.

I wasn't really thinking. An instinct told me to rush forward and stupidly bite the green-haired one's arm.

"Ow! The little bitch!" He flung me off easily.

Water element. Those two words flew through my head. It was like I was in a trance. Like those times when your mind has no clue what you're doing, but your body remembered.

"Suiton: Wild Water Wave!" The water that I shot out of my mouth seemed to take down the shinobi, bam, in one shot. Tou-chan's eyes widened. "Hiromi!"

I passed out.

~Two days later~

When I came to, I was in my room, and not at the hospital. I blinked and then sat up quickly. "What?"

I struggled out of bed and butt-scooted down the stairs, then stopped when I heard my parents talking.

"-too much for her to bear!"

"Hideki, she deserves to know. She's clearly a prodigy-"

"My mother had the same!" Tou-chan's voice was wavering. "She was murdered by her own village!"

"Because they were retarded, darling. Hiromi-chan will be peachy." That's where I got my sarcasm from…

"Sorano, I'm not joking. It's too much stress. Prodigy or not, if the Hokage finds out, she'll be sent to the damn front lines! She's a child!"

"Hideki. I'm saying we should just tell her, so she can learn to defend herself with it. She won't be using it anytime soon."

"...Fine."

I loudly thumped down the rest of the steps, yawning. "Good morning."

"Hiromi!" Mom was surprised. "You're awake!"

I walked over to them, where tou-chan set me on his lap. "Let's talk about what you did to save us in the woods, before you passed out."

"Your tou-san say you used a water technique," Mom started. "But your chakra element is water, like your father."

"I'm guessing you felt obliged to do that after you bit the man?" Tou-chan glanced down at me. I nodded.

He sighed. "So that's it….."

"Your grandmother had your bloodline limit as well," Mom explained. "It was a randomized ability. Through one of your five senses, you can copy your opponent's techniques. Now, don't go thinking this is like the Sharingan. This is only temporary; as long as you can hold up. It seemed like all the chakra exercises and the kunai aiming helped, since your father said you channeled up a huge jet-powered stream of water and hit the two opponents straight in the chest."

"Your sense would be taste." Tou-chan seemed pained. "Your grandmother had hearing."

"Do you have it, tou-chan?" I looked up at him innocently.

"I have the sense of touch," he explained. "That's why I always try to get in close, so I can touch them and then use their own jutsus against them."

"Even other kekkei genkais?"

"That's the beauty of this kekkei genkai, Hiromi." Kaa-chan whistled. "But with taste, you'll have to give 'em a kiss or something."

"I forbid you to do it with boys," Tou-chan immediately said.

I yawned. "Too troublesome anyways."

"This is why I said she could be in the Nara clan," Mom shrugged.

The whole 'taste to use their jutsus' thing was stressing me out. And they said to not let anyone know, huh.

I'll never use it anyways. I'll be safe, even in this time of war, as long as I stay in Konoha…..

Wait, Third Shinobi World War?

I was seriously reconsidering my choice to be like my father. Protect the village? You can rebuild it. I'd like to think lives are more important.

Then, drumroll, the sad thing happened.

My father died.

Spine disease or something. After a week in the hospital, even though he gave me smiles, assured me he'd be fine, told me jokes, he fucking died.

Funeral was huge. Apparently he'd made a big impression on people.

Mom and I picked lilies. They were his favorite flower. Everyone had white ones, but I had gotten a blue one. Blue was our favorite color. It was our thing.

Mom went first, then me, then his teammates, then some strangers. It looked like the entire village gathered here on this dark and cloudy day.

After that, kaa-chan stopped talking to me unless necessary. She kept up a strong cover for me and the village, but she got thinner and thinner, and it seemed she only ate when her friends forced her. I took to training by myself, even though I was only three, I had to try ninjutsu since I couldn't use genjutsu by myself.

I also found out I sucked at ninjutsu. Probably the whole thing with me being reborn, therefore having twice as much spiritual energy than I had physical energy, and ninjutsu used physical energy blah blah blah.

But I had to become a ninja, so I could protect my mother, so she wouldn't end up like tou-chan. Even though she treated me like an outsider, not like her daughter...not that she was exactly kind before.

~Academy~

When I turned four, I was sent off to the academy. I knew normal registration ages were five or six, but this was a time of war, so we needed new shinobi. And fast.

My first day at the academy started out with attendance. I had plopped down next to an Aburame and was ready to sleep through class when a certain name was called.

"Hatake Kakashi."

"Present."

I jerked awake, wildly swinging my head around. Kakashi-sensei, with his signature mask, was sitting all the way in the back, looking like the prodigy he was.

Yikes. I feel you, Obito.

Then some unimportant people like me were called, and then...drumroll…..

"Nohara Rin."

"Present!"

I saw Rin, in all her five-year-old cuteness, sitting a row in front of me. Omigosh she's still so kawaii-

"Uchiha Obito."

"Right here!" He shouted, raising his hand.

So, Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi, and kawaii chibi Nohara Rin.

Minato's team 7.

Sigh.

The lesson went on, and I paid attention to none of it. I'd be using none of it anyways. Nobody cares about the best angle to throw a kunai or shuriken. In battle, if we did this, we'd die.

Then came the practical lessons.

When Kakashi's turn came, naturally, all the guys glared at him as all the girls, well, fangirled. "KYAA, KAKASHI-KUN, DO YOUR BEST!"

Then when he was perfect like the genius he was, the girls screamed even louder.

Cue jealous glares and Obito in denial that Rin could not possibly like Kakashi.

These people are driving me crazy. When Kakashi rolled his eyes and did his thing, the screams got louder. Obito looked really angry at Kakashi for being awesome.

Nobody blames you, Obito.

So after the practical exercises were over, we went back to class and learned about basic medicine. Mom seemed to be a medic before, since there were so many herbs in the garden and many scrolls about the specific herbs that'd put you to sleep, soothe pain, and make you throw up and roll off a cliff.

I memorized them.

Yes. I am a genius. Thank you, endless empty hours with nothing to do.

I asked many questions and received answers, and quickly took note of them. Foxglove leaves cause confusion, depression, nausea, drowsiness, stomach pain…

Wowsies.

As I stepped out the door, ready to go home, I started walking, when a little voice called out to me.

"W-wait!" I stopped and looked around, wondering who it was.

Chibi Rin caught up to me, panting heavily. "I'm…..I'm Rin!" She bounced up with energy. "Nohara Rin? What was your name?"

"I'm….Hiromi. Akiyama Hiromi." I said quietly.

"You seemed really bored….but then you asked so many questions when they taught about herbs! And you seemed to know a lot…...do you want to be a medic?"

I paused. Medic? And focus on healing people rather than fighting…

Nah. HASHIRAMA I REGRET NOTHING

Whew.

"No," I said. "I want to fight."

"Wow….you're so cool!" Rin smiled. "Wanna be friends?"

I wasn't sure whether to trust her or not. I was sure she was a sweet girl, but she was a human. Friends stabbed each other in the back and used each other.

But Rin was five, Kami's sake.

"Sure," I nodded.

She beamed. "Yay! Maybe you could teach me a little about herbs?"

I nodded slowly. "But we'd have to go to your house. Okaa-san….doesn't like visitors. She….doesn't like cleaning."

Rin giggled cutely. "Okay...does tomorrow work? You need to ask your mom, right?"

"Yes, sure." She wouldn't, couldn't give less shits about me.

"Bye, Hiro-chan!" She waved and ran off. I turned my head and saw Obito crouching behind a wall, stalking us.

Yay.

I ignored him and just headed home.

Emotions are troublesome things. I should just join Root.

Nahhhhhh.