A/N: Welcome back to Night Rain old readers and hello to the people, who are new to the story! Sorry for the long wait but Amaya is finally back! I don't want to waste your time so straight to important things~

A few you things you need to know:

- I haven't changed anything major about the plot, though I'd suggest old readers start from the beginning or else they might miss something.
- The chapters are less than before but longer so no original content is missing.
- The story is OC/SI, with several OCs and it might contain spoilers if you haven't read the manga.
- Don't expect absolute accuracy when it comes to facts from the anime/manga.
- Minor hints of SasukexOC
- All characters set in the description will play a major role (obviously), though will appear with the progress of the plotline.
- I am an amateur writer so expect flaws.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto franchise. All rights belong to its respectful owners. I do not get any profit from this story.

Night Rain
Prologue

Now, where do I start this?

I guess by explaining how my life ended. But since it's not important to the story whatsoever, I'll just introduce you to my (ex-)life.

I was a normal teenager dealing with ever-changing moods and school. You know how it is – every little hindrance is a big deal, nothings seems to be fair, life is hard and so on. Though I can say, I was pretty happy with my life. If I think about it now I never did anything wrong but nor did I contribute to the world.

It's still a complete mystery for me why I died. But I did.

My death was fast and painless. Actually I didn't feel anything at all – I couldn't feel my hands and legs; couldn't hear myself breathing. It seemed like 'me' was no longer a physical form but more like spiritual. Wherever I was, back then I had guessed between life and death, it was pitch black. As far as my sight could reach there was not a single ray of light. I was floating somewhere in space, all by myself.

I didn't know how much time I spent there but I was beginning to frighten – was I going to stay like that forever?

Gradually, I detected distant talking. It was too far away for me to make out words but I knew it was getting louder. I felt uncomfortable, like I'd been stuffed in skin that wasn't mine. The voices were now no more than a few meters away but for some reason they were muffled. There were at least three different. One of them was speaking slow with a calming tone, the other, much alike, had a stricter undertone. The third, though, was another thing – I could tell it was a woman, who shouted at the top of her lungs.

For a moment I thought it were my parents crying over my loss. On the second, I was blinded by a huge light. Cold air brushed my body and I became aware I was feeling again. Someone held me, touched me, squeezed me. A total lack of respect for my personal space.

I was oversensitive; every little speck of dust made me wince in pain. At some point I was so fed up with it, I decided it was time to inform them, whoever they were. Only when I tried to speak I let out a cry. I tried again with the same result. Panic seized me.

'What is going on?!'

I opened my eyes, I didn't know I had closed, and saw only blurry images. Tilting my head didn't work as well – my body wouldn't listen. Also, there was something odd about my body. How did I fit into someone's hands?

As I was being held again, dragged off to somewhere, I found out one very important thing. The only (not so) logical explanation of this was that I was a baby again. Somehow it made sense – I just died so I was reborn. But. Why the heck would I be reborn?! I thought these stuff only happen in books and movies.

I was placed onto something rather soft and torture began. I guess, they made some obligatory tests on me, which was painful as hell. To make them stop I began crying as loud as I could but they just ignored me and continued.

The torture didn't last more than 5 minutes and I was finally left in peace.

My mind raced. Where was I? Was this whole thing a dream? What happened with my family, friends? No, it wasn't a dream. My stomach ached from the sudden nervousness I felt. I was all alone in a new place I didn't know and I couldn't even take care of my own self.

Well shit.

Time was hard to tell when you have nothing to do except sleep, which didn't work for me because I was too paranoid. Falling asleep meant losing notion of what was happening and it was hard enough to tell with my sight of a mole in the first place. So in the rare cases when I slept it was either because I'd passed out or my mind was too blurry to work (both not really healthy for a newborn).

I assumed this constant anxiety continued approximately 4-5 days while I had still been in the hospital. It had been lonely days, albeit the non-stop buzzing of people around me. It had probably been a big disappointment for my parents to get ignored from their child; they weren't actually my parents. I couldn't have been sure they were anyways. This whole situation hadn't let them down, however, and they kept coming, smiling at me, talking calmly; full of love.

That's when I first noticed the language was wrong. I could hear it clearly yet I couldn't understand a word. It sounded like Korean or Japanese – I didn't know.

Not only had I been reborn but it had to be a country, completely different from my own.

Wait.

'I am not in North Korea, aren't I?!' The thought made me shiver but I knew I had to disregard it for my own good. I was reborn in a foreign country – it couldn't be worse than that.

Now, already in my new home, things were different. It was my first conscious encounter with pure, genuine parental love.

Guilt was the proper word to describe what I felt. These people put their heart into my wellbeing and I disrespected them. Of course, they didn't know how I felt, probably thinking my behavior was normal for a baby. Still, my conscience screamed that what I was doing was wrong so I tried to pay them more attention. When seeing their silhouette I forced a bright smile, giggling and laughing. It made me the impression of a jubilant child.

When alone, the memories of my family stroke at me, tearing me up. For me, being reborn was not a gift, as ungrateful as I sounded, it was similar to a punishment, the reasons for I didn't know. I was afraid in this place.

I was naïve at first – thought I would never cry, because that was the most annoying thing about babies. It worked the first few hours, then, I starved. Quickly unchecking this from my to-not-do list, I let out a fierce to signify I craved food/milk.

Boredom was a thing that bothered me, distracting me from my main line of thoughts, but it was manageable. My parents had provided me with rattles and toys to keep me busy and distracted, which I was anyway, and they stayed in the corner of my crib, untouched.

After the idea of being reborn sank in, I concentrated on learning the language. If anything I was positive it was Japanese. Multiple times I tried to repeat a word any of my parents said just to fail and receive their response.

"Nani?" Was what they asked every time, smiling brightly at me. From the little experience I had with anime, I knew this word stood for 'what'.

However, I was nervous that I won't be able to learn it as fast and would be regarded as a mooncalf. Babies learned from hearing, when they are talked to, when listening to other converse. I was planning on doing the same but the fact I had a developed mind bothered me.

When my sight cleared completely I had one really good look at my new parents. From head to toe, when they were once together in my room.

I noticed my father wasn't visiting me a lot, maybe he wasn't even in the house this often, but when he did it was the purest love one could feel coming from him.

Anyway what their appearance wasn't anything special. With one word I could describe them as average – average height, weight, looks. They both had the darkest black hair, I'd ever seen and mom the bluest eyes. They took good care of me as well; made sure I was always warm, fed and comfortable.

One of the reasons why this one night seemed so unusual. It was a few months after I'd been reborn and it began as every other. It was already dark when I started feeling uneasy and somewhat scared of the air itself. It felt suffocating. It was heavier and denser than before; made my head hurt and my body cringe.

My parents came minutes after it started and took me somewhere. They seemed nervous as well but not to the point of actually being scared. I wish I could stay awake to see what it was but once again I had reached the limits of my energy.

When I woke up everything was back to normal.

A lot of things happened in the past year.

I learned to live with the painful memories of a previous life; got accustomed to a completely foreign culture; learned a new language that had nothing in common with English (The learning process wasn't all that bad even – being completely immersed in it sped up the process a lot.) and I began exploring my new world.

I was led by the question of where exactly in time I was – was I in the future or in the past. That'd be creepy. Or maybe I got reborn on the same day I died and somewhere across the world my real parents were mourning over my death. Maybe there was a way to meet them again? Explain them everything to them.

My mother had started taking me out with her over time, when I had gotten old enough. Grateful for this opportunity I smiled every time, making it look like I had a natural love for the outdoors. On the contrary, I preferred staying home but under the circumstances I had to use every chance to study my new hometown.

Only in my case it was a rather small village.

I had noticed it almost straight away. Our walks were no longer than an hour, although we went from one end to another, evident borderlines in the distance. The mean of living was agriculture. Every here and there were street-stalls, hosted by women offering variety of fresh fruits and vegetables. Mother not only shopped from there but also talked, sometimes getting carried away.

It was one of those days today. She was gossiping with an old friend for over 20 minutes now. I grew bored of it pretty fast and began pulling her hair in an attempt to signal her. She ignored it completely.

To ease the boredom I looked around, seeing mostly familiar people – that's how it was in smaller villages; everyone knew everyone. My gaze stopped at an outstanding group of people. I focused on them and noticed something really distinctive. They were all dressed the same way – navy blue pants, green vests and headbands bearing the symbol of a leaf.

I furrowed my baby-brows in confusion as I realized it was the Konohagakure symbol. Of course, I thought they were cosplayers – it made sense although being odd. Then I inspected their faces – one was a spot on Genma; everything on him was perfect. The other two rang no bells.

'Why are these people here? I don't think there is a cosplaying contest here… maybe they are just passing by? I still don't know where is this village locat..' I dropped my line of thinking once I saw – no, glimpsed them vanishing. They disappeared in a second by jumping upwards with almost light speed.

I blinked. Another wave of realization struck me, this time with added discomfort in my stomach. Of course, I denied it.

'I am just imagining, I am just imagining.'

"Mama!" I suddenly shouted and felt her jump a little. "Nin-ja?"

"What?" she looked at me with confusion.

"Ninja?" I repeated myself saying the word clearly.

"Yes, what about them?" she was still a bit puzzled, though smiling.

"Are.. the-re ninja?"

"Of course, there are!" she giggled, saying goodbye to her friend.

This didn't really answer my question, although deep down I had it already answered. I put two and two together. I had seen weird things around here before – people with unusual hair colors, strange shoes/sandals. I had neglected it until now.

My body shivered. I hadn't really panicked when I got reborn – I took it quite lightly for such a big thing. Now this was another thing. It was like a dream come true; only I knew dream would not be the word to describe my future life.