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My first thoughts were that dieing sucked. I found myself in a colorless void empty of anything but me. That was when the pain started. I screamed as I felt myself pushed and pulled in a thousand different directions. Burning, freezing, all manner of sensations coursed through me too intense to be real but to painful to be anything but. Colors too intense for reality clawed at my eyes. Sounds that should have deafen me stabbed at my ears. It felt like years or maybe just seconds but every moment was pain. Just as I thought my mind would being to break everything stopped. But before I could enjoy my good fortune a new pushing sensation came over me. Helpless to resist I screamed, suddenly there was a light. I screamed and tried to flail away but my body was sluggish and I was very tired. I cried again as I felt myself being lifted by something giant. Words were spoken but they were foreign sounding and completely unintelligible. I felt someone wrap me in a blanket and then held by someone. I vaguely noticed another bundle in their other arm. Too tired to fight anymore I felt myself drift off into sleep. I soon realized that I was a baby, a newborn and completely helpless in foreign land. I slept a lot partially because I needed to but mostly sleep was the only way to escape the constant itch beneath my skin. Like a thousand ants crawling in my veins, the sensation was completely unpleasant and very strange. As they itched I felt them leave a pleasant tingle in its wake. I had no choice but to see where things would take me. It was a pleasant if embarrassing time, I now know why children don't remember their first few years they would die of embarrassment. Things seemed to be normal until one day IT happened. It was a feeling of danger like coming face to face with a bear while camping and thinking "Oh God I am going to die" but on a completely different level. It was the most hateful and evil thing I had ever felt. I was held along with the other by someone. We were in a dark room. The person holding us murmured soft words of reassurance, or so I assumed. Flailing my baby limbs around in a futile attempt to defend myself I looked around as best I could. My baby eyes were young and weak but I could make out a blurry shape that was the person holding us. But as the Suddenly the feeling spiked the anger and malice doubled, tripled everything seemed to snap into focus. The room was clear, everything seemed to have some kind of Japanese style to it. Looking at the person holding me I couldn't help but feel like I had seen him before I died. He was looking at me with shock all over his face. But almost as soon as it happened everything went blurry and I felt incredibly tired even the crying of the other and the oppressive malice could keep me awake.
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Whatever caused that horrible feeling must have done a lot of damage to the city. I smell smoke for days and the hate lingers almost a week. My parents are apparently important in some way for in the next few months many new people are often coming and going from the house you and the other stay in. The other is actually my new brother Sasuke, and my name is Isane. I was confused for a while because Sasuke isn't exactly a common name to my knowledge. Several months passed as they had before whatever that Thing was. I began to crawl around trying to get my stupid baby body to move. I hated that feeling, the feeling of complete helplessness it reminded me of how I died. Trapped, alone and stuck under my car, waiting for someone to come help me. That help never came and I bled out on the asphalt of the highway alone having never done anything of importance. I had never done anything I could be proud of. I would never be remembered by anyone but my family and once they were gone it would be like I had never existed, not even a memory of me would remain. The thought made me grit my gums as I struggled to stand using the futon as a crutch. As I managed to stand on shaking legs with the help of the futon, footsteps drew my attention away from my goal. Flopping back down on the floor as my mother came into the room. Seeing me trying to stand brought a smile to her face. Scooping me up she carried my into the central room where my father was. She babbled something to him which caused him to smile and speak at me. I did my best to smile until I caught the world for daughter? "Daughter? Daughter? Oh you've got to be shitting me. I've been reincarnated as some random Japanese girl? Goddammit." I did my best not to cry but still tears leaked out of my eyes. "Stupid baby emotions." This revelation was a major blow to me. But I supposed for cheating death being a girl is a small price to pay. The two months latter Sasuke and I were taken out of the house for the first time. We passed many buildings some looking like they were repaired recently. There was a mountain that dominated a whole side of the city we were in. As the sun rose through the sky I caught a clear glimpse of the mountain and the four faces carved on it. Four very familiar faces. "Oh Fuck me! You have to be kidding me. This isn't real, I am still in that void. The pain must have driven me insane and this is just an illusion to protect my mind. But if that is the case then why am I here. I enjoy Naruto and all that but it is hardly my favorite thing. For that matter why am I a baby and a girl to top it off. No I hurt and get tired so this must be real, or real enough. But this kind a thing only happens in bad stories. What do I do. Wait if this is Naruto then sasuke is Sasuke! Double fuck I am going to die in a few years. That sucks I have no idea how to not get murderized by Itachi, unless his love of Sasuke will cover me as well. Shit why couldn't I have been born as Shikamaru's twin or something. Well at least I am not Hinata." By the time I finished my BSOD the family was on it's way back home. Struck by the revelations I felt tired. Yawning I did the only thing I could, I leaned my head on my mother "Mikoto" my brain noted sleepily and closed my eyes.
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The language barrier was aggravating. I had learn t to speak well enough but the written part I was still trying to make better progress. Of course I was ahead of Sasuke by leaps and bounds, that didn't make me feel any better considering I had twenty six years on him. I had mostly gotten the Hiragana and Katakana down but the Kanji had frustrated me to no end. I was making stubborn progress and could muddle my way through most basic things but as an avid reader in my past life the thought of there being things that I couldn't read due to my inability to understand what was written angered me. In between attempts to read my time was filled with training. Oh Mikoto and Fugaku disguised it as exercise but I notice a pattern. Stretches to make the body flexible, cats cradles and hand exercise for hand signs I assume. I was considered a genius, which is a laugh. If it wasn't for my previous education and adult like personality I doubt I would be at Sasuke's level much less ahead of him. And even with all the advantages I had he wasn't that far behind me. The one thing I truly surpassed him as with Chakra. To most it just there, they are no more aware of it than of their blood, well at least no one that isn't a high level ninja. Chakra is like having electrified caffeine flowing in my veins. That horrible crawling was my chakra coils forming. It flowed with a thought, as easy as I would move my arm. As soon as I realized what it was I began experimenting, trying to get it to stick to things. My parents where often treated to the site of papers and little things sticking to me in odd ways. I followed Itachi around whenever he was home, hoping that by familiarizing myself with him would keep him from murdering me in a few years, or allowing Madara or whatever his name is to do it instead. Sasuke as always followed in my wake trying to keep up. He really was a genius he pick up things so much faster than I did when I was his age there was no comparison. I truly owed my title of 'genius' to my extra years and I expected that the gap would close as he got older.
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It wasn't until my sixth birthday that I managed to replicate that strange vision that I experienced during what I now know as the Kyuubi attack. I was told that being the activation of my Sharingan. The feeling of terror must have activated it in response to my fear and desire to live. This was marked by a large celebration within the clan. A celebration that I disliked due to how many of the clans seemed to belittle Sasuke, but honestly I was hard pressed to care about the future psycho. I had given many thoughts about doing something to change things but I quickly realized that I would be able to do nothing. I was just some random kid and the best I could hope for was to not be killed during the Massacre ether by Itachi or Madara Tobi thingy. A few of the things that happened was our introduction to the 'Grand Fireball' technique. Which if I am completely honest was one of the coolest things ever. I mean really breathing fire how is that not awesome. I had long ago resolved to do the opposite of everything in my last life, which was the epitome of what not to do. Following that I never let myself relax. If I wasn't bothering Itachi or Fugaku for tips and training I was reading in the clan library. Contrary to fanon the Uchiha library had relatively few technique scrolls less than a hundred for sure. Why bother writing them down where they could be stolen when you can just have the trainee copy it with their sharingan? I read up on history of the shinobi world, the government and the village amongst other things. It was a few weeks after the beginning of our ninjutsu training when the Academy started. I looked forward to it because once there I could finally challenge myself against others, proof that I was no longer a nobody. That even though it took two lifetimes I would make something of myself. I would never be weak again.
Author's note:
This is the result of reading several excellent SI's. Such as Dreaming of Sunshine, and A Cage of Blood and Circumstance. I am working on improving my writing so if is horrible please tell me what I can do to make it better.