HI GUYS This story has been in my head for daaaaamn long and i really had to write it so yeap. I posted it once before in another account as 'In Another Life' so this is a rewritten one and its totally different from the second chapter onwards. HOPE YOU LIKE IT

It was a warm, sunny day that I died. I was crossing a crossroad when a Ferrari that was trying to beat the red light (and failed) crashed into a motorcycle beside me. Of course, the motorcycle crashed into me a second after that.

I flew probably ten metres and died. No time to see my whole life flash before my eyes as I ponder on things I should have or should not have done. It was an instant, painful death.

Or so I thought. Because a few moments after that, I regained consciousness. However, instead of the concerned voices of my relatives and the smell of antiseptic you usually smelled at hospitals, my ears were filled with panic voices and distant screams. The air was thick with a kind of invisible yet perfectly tangible energy. I was drowning in it, and my lungs protested to the polluted air that I allowed in. I had never felt something like that in eighteen years of my life. I could not scream, I could not open my eyes, I could not move. I was frozen in fear by the killing intent that radiated from every direction. I brought my hands to my throat, in hope that death would save me from the agony.

Then suddenly, it disappeared. I could breathe and feel again, but I only saw blur splotches of light when I opened my eyes. The place was quiet, except for sobs that could be heard from a distance. I felt someone pick me up. Since when was I so small and light?

"Gomenasai... Mizuno-chan..." The lady who carried me apologised. For what, I didn't know. I lifted my hands and managed to cup the woman's cheeks. I felt her facial muscles move to what should have been a smile, before her arms went limp and I was caught by somebody else.

The people around me started talking in Japanese. I only recognised the language because of all the anime I watched. But of course, I couldn't understand what they were saying.

Why were they speaking Japanese? Who were they? Where was this? Why am I here? I had so many questions I couldn't even voice out. Not that they would understand anyway.

The man with a kind but powerful voice was saying something, and there was definitely something wrong with me, because I swear he sounded like the voice actor for the Third Hokage in Naruto. The fact that Kakashi's voice talked right after wasn't helping make things clear.

Then there was a sound of a baby crying. It was shrill and loud and I wanted to stick my fingers into my ears, but I couldn't. So I, too, opened my mouth to wail.

I stopped when I was picked up by a pair of arms and was gently shushed by the person. Reaching my hands out to feel the person, my palms came into contact with a velvet cloth that covered half the guy's face. I giggled. It was so much like Kakashi's that I almost thought I somehow got reincarnated into the Naruto-universe.

I was passed to another person who had smoother arms and when she started singing, I was lulled into blissful sleep.

The subsequent times I woke up, I made it a priority to figure out where the hell I was. To say I was surprised was an understatement.

1) I really was a baby. Whether it was reincarnation or some kind of dream, I didn't know.

2) I almost squealed when I figured this one out. I was in the Narutoverse.

Another few things I figured out after a year:

1) I was born on the night of the Kyuubi attack.

2) I Naruto's twin sister.

3) Life as Uzumaki Mizuno was gonna be EPIC.

Or not. Because civillians were idiots and idiots hated us.

Needless to say, my first birthday in Narutoverse was nothing like the one I had in my previous life. Obviously I could not remember it, but I had seen pictures of a baby me laughing as people were cheering me on to take my first steps.

But here, I had managed walking six months into my birth. I had to, in order to survive. Being the twin sister of the 'monster', I was treated the same way they treated Naruto. At the mere age of 1, I had learnt to speak Japanese from observation. I'm not saying I'm a genius, cause I'm not, but being technically nineteen I felt that I should be able to at least form sentences after a year.

Naruto couldn't talk full sentences, but he could talk enough for me to understand. He managed to walk at the age of ten months, as he did his best to follow me while running away from the older kids who bullied us. No doubt on the caretakers orders.

So on our first birthday, I found myself half dragging Naruto through the corridors of our orphanage, a 4-story building about as big as an elementary school. When we ran out into the garden, I spotted the gate that was usually closed, opened.

I led Naruto through the gate and out into the open world. Or open village. Whatever.

The bullies stopped chasing us after we left the orphanage, so we slowed our pace and started walking through the village. There was a festival going on, the one I knew was to celebrate the Kyuubi's defeat. Naruto, who had never seen the village before, began running around excitedly, looking back only to see if I was following him.

We managed to walk for five minutes before trouble came. It started when people noticed us running around, and an annoying person had to go, "Hey! Doesn't that boy look like the demon child?"

Of course, some ANBU landed on him and took him away, but the damage was done. We were chased out of the festival area, and had to hide in a random training area. As training areas were forbidden to civilians, no one followed us there.

"Why they no like us?" Naruto asked, on the verge of crying. "I do sumthing wong?"

"They're just stupid, Naruto. It's not your fault." I told him, pulling him close.

"I no want them to hate me." he sobbed.

That put a smile on my face. "Then show them that you aren't what they say you are."

Naruto cuddled closer. "Mmmm.. Okay.." he said, as he drifted off to sleep.

I carefully untangled myself from him, and after making sure he was still asleep and comfortable, I wandered off.

I spotted a wooden sign with the number '7' on it, so I assumed it was training ground 7. I mean, what else could it be? If my memory served to be right, this was (or is going to be) Team 7's training ground. I went over to the three posts Team 7 would have been tied to for failing Kakashi's test. Eleven years, there was eleven years before that event would happen. Would it even happen, now that I'm here? What would have changed?

I walked around the post and looked at the memorial stone. In front of the stone stood a lone man. In his right hand held flowers, and in his left were oranges. He bent down and placed them in front of the stone, as some kind of offering to the dead. I channelled chakra to my ears, a trick I learnt to hear for bullies back in the orphanage.

"Minato-sensei..." the man whispered, "it's been a year since that day. I know you'll be disappointed at your people if you were alive. None of them treat Naruto as the hero he is. Even Mizuno is getting mistreated. What should I do?"

It was Kakashi! I was so tempted to run out and throw myself at him. He was, after all, one of my favourite characters. But he would bring us to the Hokage who would bring us back to the orphanage. So revealing myself was a no-no.

After awhile, he left and I ran out, heading straight for the oranges. Why give it to the dead when there are people alive who needs it?

"Hope you don't mind, dad," I muttered before brushing my fingers past his name and running off.

I strolled back to where I left Naruto and peeled the oranges for us.

"Naruto, wake up. I found food!" I shook him gently.

His eyes opened immediately at the sound of food, which made me laugh.

"What this?" he asked, trying one of the oranges.

"They're oranges. Some kind of fruit. Is it nice?" I replied.

"It's yummy!" he exclaimed.

I smiled, passing him another piece. "Happy birthday, Naruto."

"Hehe, Happy Birthday, Mizuno!" he grinned

"So what's today's mission?" Naruto asked.

It was a Saturday morning, Naruto and I just woke up from our bed in a tree we lived in ever since we had left the orphanage. It was a little shabby, but at least there was something to shelter us, and somewhere we could call 'home'.

Our tree was located at training ground 37, a training ground that no one seemed to use. But during the occasional times that ninjas came, they left us alone. After all, it was generally only the civilian population that did mean stuff to us. Ninjas were smarter.

So for everyday for the past six years, I gave us 'missions' to pass time. And boy, we had A LOT of time to pass. Missions to train were the most common, though we had occasional adventures where we went to the village to steal clothes and food, or carry out carefully planned pranks, also as part of our training.

"Today's mission? Hmm..." I thought for awhile, "How about we finish the tree climbing exercise?"

"Whyyyyy... can't we do something fuuuunnn?" Naruto whined.

"No." I said sternly. "We're going to the academy soon. Do you want to be left behind?" Although we weren't supposed to tree-walk until we were Genin, but Naruto didn't know that.

"No! I'm going to be the best ninja ever!" he exclaimed.

"Then let's get started!" I said cheerfully, before slinging my arm around his shoulders.

We each walked to a tree. Holding a wooden kunai each, we ran at it.

Chakra manipulation wasn't as difficult as I thought. As I did not have chakra in my previous life, I was more aware of this energy flowing through my body. It wasn't foreign to my body, but it was foreign to me. However, chakra didn't feel uncomfortable at all. The very opposite in fact. Chakra was useful when it isn't used for fighting too. Learning to warm my body with it like being able to channel it to enhance certain areas of my body definitely helped.

Of course, teaching it to Naruto was a chore. To him, chakra felt perfectly natural and his mind had passed it on as something that was meant to be there. It was difficult to teach him to be aware of it and control it consciously.

"Why can't I do it!" Naruto growled, frustrated.

I sighed, jumping down from the top of the tree that I managed to finish climbing.

"You need to calm down." I told him.

He took a deep breath and tried again.

I watched in anticipation as his feet stuck to the tree trunk, and he started running up. But after twelve steps, his feet sunk into the trunk, causing splinters, and he had to flip and land back on the ground.

"Argh! How do I do this?" He cried out.

"Feel your chakra, concentrate on it being at your feet. Too much and the tree will break, too little and you'll fall. Don't be complacent just because you managed a few steps and lose focus." a voice said.

Naruto and I turned around to see an ANBU with a dog mask and spiky silver hair standing behind us, watching.

Naruto closed his eyes and breathed deeply again, before standing there for a few seconds. His eyes snapped open, filled with determination as he once again ran at the tree.

"Yea you did it!" I cheered when he reached the top. Naruto grinned, giving me a victory sign as he flipped back to the ground.

The 'mystery' ANBU chuckled as he started walking towards us.

"Thank you ANBU-san! I was able to complete this stupid exercise due to your advice!" Naruto said.

"It was nothing." he said.

"Do you need something?" I asked. After all, there had to be a reason someone would check on us after all these years of leaving us alone.

"The Hokage requests to see the both of you regarding your attendance at the academy." Kakashi said.

"The academy? Finally! I'm going to be a ninja!" Naruto declared.

I rolled my eyes, laughing at his antics. "Let's go then." I said.

The three of us started walking in the general direction of the Hokage tower, through the town.

By now, Naruto and I were almost immune to the glares of the villagers, but Kakashi was obviously not. I could feel the killer intent he directed to anybody who whispered behind our backs or sent glares our way.

When we passed by a certain ramen store, I heard a loud growl from Naruto's stomach. Laughing sheepishly, he scratched his head and looked down.

"ANBU-san, we haven't eaten breakfast yet and it's almost lunchtime. Could we eat something before we go to the tower?" I pleaded.

The ANBU paused in his steps before sighing and nodding his head.

"Ichiraku Ramen here I come!" Naruto cheered.

I giggled and settled down beside him on a seat at our favourite ramen stand. I used to think Naruto was overly obsessed with ramen whenever I watched the anime, but have you ever tried this thing? It was so incredibly delicious the way the broth slid down my tongue into my throat, and the smooth, chewy texture of those noodles... my stomach too, let out a growl at the thought.

The old man Teuchi placed a bowl of ramen in front of each of us and we dug in. Kakashi, of course, declined eating due to the inconvenience of his mask.

Teuchi had at first, just like everyone else, treated us as monsters. However, he took pity on us one night when we were scavenging for food behind his house three years ago. He gave us a bowl of noodles each, and well, we became addicted. Alright maybe I wasn't but Naruto definitely was. Subsequently, we came every Monday morning for a free bowl, or ate here when we could afford it. Affording it meaning stealing money from mean civilians of course.

After the meal of about 5 bowls each, I looked at Kakashi expectantly for him to pay for the meal. I mean, he shouldn't expect two orphans living in the wilderness to have any money at all right?

"Troublesome kids..." he muttered, footing the bill.

Upon reaching the Hokage tower, we were brought straight to the office. It was the first time I actually met the Hokage (except for when I was born), and I was surprised at the resentment that welled up when I saw him. Resentment for the seven years he left us to fend for ourselves, to take in the hate of every civilian for something we had zero control over. For god's sake, we were the children of the Fourth! Even if he could not make the village love us, he could have at least provided a home, provided food, provided clothes. But no! He was probably just looking at us through his stupid crystal ball and thinking, 'oh they should be fine'.

'Well, we are fine, no thanks to you though.' I thought, glaring at him as we walked into the room. He glanced at me and had a look of surprise on his face.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked me.

I gritted my teeth, "No, Hokage-sama."

He raised his eyebrows, leaning back into his seat. He rubbed his temples, before reaching into his drawer and pulling out some files.

"Would the both of you like to attend the academy?" he asked.

"Of course, dattebayo! You don't even have to ask! I'm going to be a ninja and surpass even you!" Naruto pointed at his face.

I rolled my eyes, telling him to calm down and be respectful to the Hokage, not that I was, really, with all the glaring.

The Hokage smiled at Naruto, and then turned to me. "And you?"

"Definitely." I answered.

"That's great. Could you two just put your thumbprints here... And here..." he passed us an inkpad and a few slips of paper.

"When are we starting?" I asked.

"Next month, on the 2nd of January. We will inform you other details at a later date."

I nodded, grinning at Naruto who grinned back even though he didn't understand half of the conversation. He had long gotten used to how I knew so many things and just clicked with adults, while he just stood there knowing I would explain things to him later.

"If there is nothing else, ANBU-san here will escort you back." The Hokage said.

We turned to walk out with Kakashi, when a thought crossed my mind. The Hokage doing this means that he approved of us living on our own, right? Why not ask for a place to live?

"Can we have a proper place to live?" I requested.

The Hokage was actually taken aback by my question. Did he actually think we enjoyed living in a tree?

"I... I'll try to make arrangements about that." he said.

As we turned around, the door opened from the outside and a tall man who had black hair and dark eyes walked in. On his shirt bore the Uchiha crest.

"What a precocious child, requesting lodging from the Hokage." Uchiha Fugaku said.

"Fugaku-san, please take a seat while I settle this." the Hokage ordered lightly.

Uchiha Fugaku walked into the room fully, tailed by two younger Uchihas.

"I would like to offer my place to house them while you try to find them an apartment." Fugaku said, surprising everyone in the room.

The Hokage frowned.

I stared and stared, my mind reeling. Never once in seven years had I doubted that I was in the 'canon' story of Naruto. I hadn't done anything serious enough to cause such a change in the storyline. And I wasn't even talking about Fugaku's unnatural kindness towards us, no, that wasn't it.

I was staring past him at the two younger Uchihas who walked in. There were two Uchiha Sasukes.

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