Have you ever daydreamed about being kidnapped or held at gunpoint, some kind of life or death situation that you somehow found yourself being the hero and saving everyone while ingeniously defeating the bad guy. I lived in that situation.

I had the most awesome death ever, super cliche but awesome and although I am proud of it I also feel like an idiot because i could have at least lived past 15 if i wasn't such a hopelessly reckless person, mixing fantasy and reality too often to make sane decisions because lets face it, I have no special abilities to help me like the superhero I imagine myself as, I'm your basic orphan with no superpowers and no money so I can't become batman.

That brings us full circle to how my story begins I guess. I was walking home from school after my practice ran late and I was walking past one of the many allies on my way home. I heard scuffling and suppressed cries when me being the idiot I am, wanting to be like spiderman or something, walked in the ally to check it out. Before heading in I called 911 and gave them my location just incase. I went deep into the alley and with the fading flicker of yellow light from the light shining from inside the buildings windows, I could see a few mangy men picking on a girl who is probably 8 or 9 trying to do one of the most horrific acts ever. Seeing this made my blood run hot and I was filled with rage for these despicable men trying to deflower such a young girl. I don't know any fighting styles per-say but I do know how to throw a nasty right hook and thats exactly what I did. Of course being 15 and female, I wasn't as large or as strong as the 3 men together but with my speed and agility from many years of gymnastics and basketball I at least got a few good knocks in before I saw the silver glint. Freezing in my tracks I heard the gun go off but I felt nothing. All the noise around me faded and I could barely hear the faint sounds of sirens and screaming. When I tried to focus my eyes I could see the flash of red and blue, that flicker of police lights flashing, lighting up the slowly darkening sky.

I may barely be considered out of the age bracket of a snot nosed brat but as soon as I was hit in the chest...I knew. There was no way I was going to survive this. It did;t even hurt, it was just peaceful. Like I accepted my death and the world was repaying me by letting it not hurt...If I was going to live it would have hurt right? I'm almost positive no surgery or heart transplant could work fast enough so with the last bit of stupid optimism I had, I accepted my death with the happiness that I saved the little girl finally becoming like the heroes I so wanted to be. I mean other than the dying pert, but every great hero has died at some point, I just got unlucky and mine was before I even made it fully through puberty.

Of course, I though that when I died I'd be sent to either heaven or hell or whatever happens after you die, and it would be all bright and beautiful or hot and fire filled but I got neither. As soon as I came back to consciousness or whatever you call waking up in your afterlife, I opened my eyes I saw nothing. It was pitch black and I felt kind of cramped but also safe in this warm, black, slimy cocoon. Its kind of weird, if this is how the afterlife is it sucks and is super boring, even with the safety of the cocoon, it could still be hell because there is no way I'd stay sane in this darkness. After what felt like weeks being trapped in my weird hell, my brain fuzzed in and out constantly, it was like I couldn't think for more than a minute before going unconscious. And I still couldn't move, sometimes I got my legs to stretch but not really, it was frustrating. I began to get squeezed tightly and forced headfirst downward. After I don't know how long, that feeling of a snake squeezing me was not fun, maybe that was my formation into a demon or something gross. I was free and I immediately felt around me. I was freezing, the cocoon was warm and now it's cold.. and dark. I couldn't really get my eyes open, it felt like they were covered in a sludge, gluing them closed, but I was free to move. I felt a sense of relief until I felt something hit my ass super hard. I gasped and let out a whimper then a scream. I couldn't control the wails that came from my mouth, something was scrubbing my body and it was horrible.

Everything was blurry. It was hard to see anything, there were blobs of shapes and loud noises but I felt really distorted. I felt something warm wrap around my cold body and someone's arms (probably God's) were around me holding me like a baby. I let out a sigh of relief then tried to raise my arms to touch God. I failed, it was like my body didn't want to listen to anything I told it to. Instead, I just forced my blurry as shit eyes downward to my non-functioning limbs. I was annoyed, I didn't need glasses as a kid so do I need them now, is bad eyesight a demon trait or something.

It was still slightly blurry like wearing foggy goggles, but I could make out an arm that was not mine. It was tiny and fat and a freaking baby hand. I tried to come up with any excuse, I mean, waking up as a baby is unreasonable. I'm pretty sure the bible said angels are covered in eyes and have 4 giant wings, they are not little cherub babies. Oh god, what if demons are really just babies, thats why parents look so miserable the first few years of life.

My mind went blank for a second then everything made sense, the scrubbing, my inability to stay awake, how I can barely move, the itching under my skin. Fuck my life, I am such a screw up, I can't even die properly. Honestly, the only explanation would be that I've been re-born and whether it is a gift or a curse (probably a cruse because who the hell wants to remember life when trapped in a shitty baby body) I still have memories of my past life, I don't know. All I know is I'm a fucking scrawny ass baby. At least I'm a girl still and wasn't born as a dude... I think, there is no blurry little nub of a penis so I should be fine. As fun as it would be to helicopter and not have to worry about a period, I'd still rather be female. God, if I was a guy, I might riot.

I'm no dumbass so knowing I was reincarnated with my memories is going to make life a hell of a lot more interesting, I get to be seen as a real genius now, at least until other people my age catch up to me, actually that is a terrible thing. Fuck the geniuses, they either do great or terrible things and that is a lot of pressure. Letting my mind relax I could feel some weird warm feeling inside of me. It's flowing, can babies feel their blood flow is that why they cry so damn much? Getting too freaked out by the warm tingling inside of me, I decided to observe my surroundings but it proved fruitless because my eyes were too weak to see very far ahead of me. That's going to be a pain, I need to talk and walk as soon as possible, sitting still all the time is not going to be fun at all. I still haven't been given to my mom yet so thats what I'm looking forward to, hopefully she want's me.

In my past life, I was an orphan stuck in Tokyo, Japan. I had no tragic story just that neither of my parents wanted me so I was put in an orphanage and never got adopted so to fill that void, I studied hard, I worked my ass off to be the best in sports, and I needed out with the best of them. I was obsessed with anything that had to do with superheroes and anime. Anytime I wasn't practicing or doing schoolwork, I was watching anime or reading comics or fantasizing about myself if I was a character in those shows and comics and what I would do different. It was all pointless dreams, I was always too afraid to take the leap, nobody cared what a kid orphan could do, I was nothing.

A person came and picked me up, well at least I think so. Everything was still fading in and out of focus but their arms were warm. I snuggled into the warmth, yawning. I was tired, my brain wasn't built for this much activity at such a young age. They said something but it felt like I was underwater and could only make out them saying something about my mother.

I do not own Naruto, Kishimoto does and I just am using it to make a fun story.

Its a romance, angsty, goofy but not quite crack, book for fun and to make changes in ways I haven't seen done yet.

This story is a romance but doesn't really revolve around the romance for certain things, will ave a lot of action more so than romance for the most part! It's made to change up some things I liked or didn't like and playing with the idea of a girl going into the world on Naruto and actually wanting to be a hero in her own right as well as making the lives better for those who got fucked in the Manga/Anime.

This story was rough in the beginning, I did not know what I was doing but the story definitely gets way better and the power-scaling evens out pretty quickly for those of you worried about that. So I'd like it if you give it a read at least through the first 7-ish chapters...but if you don't oh well. This is meant to be enjoyed and I hope you do like it. Personally I plan of editing a lot of the first 5 chapters at some point but I'm going to finish this fic before I do that. Constructive criticism is welcome so yeah...but also don't be a dick to mine or other peoples stories because people work hard on them...yeah

So I wanted to put this out there explaining what will happen for the next few chapters so people wont go and shout OP or Maru-sue so soon. In a lot of Fanfic..I definitely like these but just saying...people always make it if a character is reincarnated, they either become evil, are useless, reveal their identity too early and do nothing to actually change the plot, or are like super PTSD and weak and don't want a ninja life so when a character like what I'm working on actually wants to be strong and works to do it, they are OP because they are young but hear me out. If you were born in somewhere like Naruto and knew things on how to power up faster and what to change...wouldn't you do the same thing and get stronger sooner than other characters...then help those characters also get stronger faster than they did in the Manga/Anime? I mean it stands to reason that if you know how to become stronger from what characters trained like or you know how chakra works and ways to get stronger through training and you had the ability to practice and learn right when you can walk, you'd be way more impressive way sooner than a lot of the other kids your age in the Shinobi world (bar Kakashi and Itachi)...at least that's what I think would happen.