AN: Hi everyone! My name is Unbelievable Chi but you can just call me Chi for short. I've been a part of the Fanfiction community for years, but only as one of those silent readers who don't comment. Well after reading, and rereading all my favorite stories, I decided I should write my own story. Plus after rereading Clearing Mist by Shadownumera at least thirty, or was it fifty?, times it inspired me to write my own story. There's also the fact I've read so many fictions that I can't seem to find ones I like anymore.

I will not have perfect grammar or spelling. Yes English is my main language but I have trouble spelling things right. If you spot an error please tell me and I will fix it.

Thank you for reading my Author's Note. Now enjoy the prologue!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Beta: No one. This is completely raw. Though if someone would beta this I'd be extremely happy. I'll even give you a cookie~

I never would have thought something like this could have happened to me. Reincarnation. I never believed in it. With everything I believed in not once did I think reincarnation was something possible. I mean sure some religions believed in it to a fault and did everything they could to gain the possibility to be reborn back into the world. I also knew there were some people who claimed to know what their past life was and everything that happened in it, even to the point they could explain in detail how they died and what the feeling of death was like. No matter the evidence presented to my face I just couldn't make myself believe in the possibility of reincarnation.

Now dimensional travel and world hopping were another two things I didn't believe in. I mean seriously, how the fuck could it happen? Humans would never figure out the formula needed to be able to travel dimensions. Humans can barely travel space anyway. Plus why should humans travel to another planet? They'd more than likely kill it like they're already doing to poor beautiful Earth. This isn't some gawd damn Syfy movie or story! I believed in dragons, ghosts, ghouls, magic, and basically anything under the fantasy genre. Those things were easy to believe in 'cause they damn well sure existed during some point in history!

I wasn't anything spectacular during my life. My life was quiet boring if you look at it. I didn't go out to parties. I didn't do any sports. I wasn't that popular girl in any level of school. I didn't skip school either. Oh wait ignore that. I skipped school plenty of times to stay home and laze around like the lazy fatass child I was.

My family….let's not go into detail about my family. Long tear jerking hair pulling screams of annoyance and anger story turned short, I was the eldest out of three children. I had a little brother and a little sister. My parents were, and still are, married. And happily if the way they acted is any indication.

Like every normal anime lover I dreamed of entering my favorite animes and altering their story lines. I mean who wouldn't? If you had the chance to change things for the better then hell ya! Lets screw up a story line! But that was just a dream, and a very constant wish, that I knew should have never happened.

If I would've known there would be a school shooting today I would have skipped. If I would've known the shooter would have entered my classroom I would have more than likely skipped that class. If I would've known I'd be the unlucky, or lucky depending on how you look at it, person who got shot I'd be at home or in another safer room sleeping the day away.

Sadly I didn't know this.

And sadly I did die.

So right now, at this very moment, I'm a bit confused.

First off I feel smaller. Much smaller. Extremely smaller than normal. I was a happy six foot one when I was alive. Second off I can hear my heart beating. I should NOT be able to hear my heart beating. Matter of fact I shouldn't be feeling this soft fluffy thing wrapped around me or be hearing this strong heartbeat of the thing I'm laying my head against either.

I tried to wiggle my toes but they didn't move. I tried to move my legs but they were unresponsive. My arms didn't work but...yes! I can wiggle my fingers and barely wiggle my body! I tried to give a cry of victory but all that came out were these gurgle sounds.

I stopped moving.

No.

Oh please Jashin don't tell me what I think I am is actually what I am.

Slowly, painstakingly slowly, my eyes started opening up.

Oh.

Great. Worst fear number one confirmed. I'm a baby.

With slow eye movement speed, which I will be changing very soon thank you very much, I eyed the area around me. I refused to look at the thing holding me until I somewhat figured out where I was. So far nothing fancy. It just appears I went from America to Japan. At least I learned Japanese in middle and high school. Who the hell would want to learn the regular Spanish anyway? Oh wait. Mexicans would. Hehe I swear I'm not a racist….much.

Spotting a window I wiggled around in this things grasp until I was able to get a good look outside of it and...

….Why am I seeing three faces carved into a mountain? One face. Two face. Three face. Huh. So three faces. Well apparently my eyes are staring at the Hokage mountain. Feeling a rise of excitement and hope fill me I looked up at the person holding me.

Well first the thing was definitely male. Long, spiky, and feral blue hair going down to the man's hips. Piercing dark red eyes that I swear are the color of blood. They also don't appear to be contacts and please all mighty Jashin let me have his eyes! Somewhat pale yet not really pale skin. Eyeing the man's body from the view I had, it appeared he was at least six foot nine with a somewhat lanky build. I mean I can see the muscles but they are so packed together that it makes the man seem like he doesn't have any. Satisfied with my inspection of the man for now, who I can assume is my new father from the happy smile he was sending me, I looked up at his forehead for the one thing to completely confirm my suspicions. Well to fully confirm my suspicions 'cause my father had a Jounin vest on with grey ninja clothes.

There it was. A headband with a ninja village symbol. And of course it was Konohagakure's symbol.

Normally one would be crying or screaming in fear at the prospect of being placed in the ninja world of Naruto. Not me. Oh definitely not me.

''Chi?'' A somewhat deep voice mumbled. Feeling the voices vibrations I looked up at my father and giggled, waving my hands up at him in happiness.

My new name is Chi and this is the story of how I'm going to completely screw up the story of Naruto.

Ninja world look out because here I come!