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AN: Wow I can't beleive it but I'm actually doing this, Oh hello there! I really hope you enjoy my story and first on this great website, obviosly this is a SI/OC but with my personal touch. O I will say some things

1. I'm not a complete rookie or noob or newbie whatever you want to call it, I actually have experience in writting; I write in another website afterr all.

2. English is not my first language but I know enough to do not make horrible mistake such as your being the same as you're or those kinfd of things, after all I have a cambridge certificate. ;D

3. i LIKE CRITICISM but there is a diferrence bewteen critcisim and outright insults and offenses.

4. Umm I gues that's all for now

Happy reading!

07-01-2017

HA! Those are good numbers but after putting much thought I realized how bad it was the first chapter and needed a complete rewrite to make it more appealing, after all the first chapter is the introductory to your story and the older version looked mediocre like any mediocre writer in this site with not much effort. So I came back and did a complete rewrite keeping the original idea, obviosly not the story but just this chapter and the next chapter will be revised and more words added to make it better. I feel proud of this chapter you know?

'Where am I?'

I couldn't tell neither think or speculate the amount of time that had already passed; yet being able to properly gather my thoughts on my head as for being able to look the world and hear it brought a big relief and joy to me. Being in that imcompresinhible state of mind and body had been a complete nightmarish experience.

It was like I had all the possible disabilities.

But it was over and it was all that mattered, a rule which I always applied in my life was to move on. Don't deal too much with the past and simply keep going on the road of life and so did I.

Having recovered my sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste; I didn't lose my time moping around and proceeded to look my surroundings trying to learn as much as possible of my whereabouts because the moment I recovered my sight I had no clue at all unconsciously asking that question.

For starters I found myself on a surprisingly comfy bed, my skin felt the softness of the blankets as my head enjoyed the comfiness of the pillow but I couldn't stop ignoring the heat coming from that specifically place, being in the same position for a certain period of time could be uncomfortable thanks to the heat emanated and the only solution was to turn the pillow and repeat as many times necessaries.

However I found myself unable to do it, not because I my limbs were restrained against my will quite the opposite all of them had their freedom yet at the same time they didn't. I knew I was moving my arms but their movements were too simple and everytime I tried to do a complex movement that arms felt strange and a bit stingy. Not only that but moving my head also was a bit more difficult, it was heavier than I could remember and it bothered me how I didn't notice at first especially the moment I had been checking my surroundings or probably didn't put much thought into it the moment I found the first thing out of place.

Yet I knew that overthinking things without proof or facts wouldn't do much good, I had the obligation to know what was happening so with some effort I was able to pull out my arm from the comfortable blankets and brought it up to my eyes or at least as much as I could.

I blinked several times at the sight in front of me, the first ones were mostly to shake off the confusion and the rest were to hope to see another thing rather than the truth.

My hand was too small.

Ridiculously small and plump along that my fingers couldn't move one by one, I tried many times but they always moved together giving the nervous and uncomfortable sensation on my tiny hand with tiny joints.

I had the urge to scream my lungs out for the sole reason of much I was freaking out. But I was stopped by my own lungs provoking me to violently cough.

It was painful, but I was glad that the pain snapped me from my self induced trance which probably could have ended up harming me.

In a way I was far more calm than before yet I could hear my heart mercilessly pound against my chest, as my eyes moved frantically in all possible directions discovering more thing that I missed for losing my focus so easily with the first problem.

My bed had a wooden fence all around the borders, perhaps it was not a fence that could make me feel like a midget but if I were to roll around I wouldn't be able to fall from the bed. Through the bars I saw a lot of stuff, varying from small and funny looking furniture to colorful tools and toys which only purpose were to entertain babies.

The situation got out of hand throwing me out of my comfort zone, I simple couldn't hope to cope with the realization that I was trapped inside a baby's body, the size of my hands only pointed to that and then the kind of bed and my surroundings; unless everything was just a terrible dream or some sort of joke. But the pain felt real, I could clearly remember the pain from my lungs when I was about to freak out.

However everything going through my mind came to a halt when I heard a very familiar clicking noise that could only come from a door, which silently told me that people was finally coming inside. I was filled with both relief and anxiety; for one side I could get some answers for the clusterfuck that I was currently feeling but on the other hand who was the person or persons which opened the door?

My head turned to the source of noise but with the little mobility I possessed on my body simply couldn't complete the action forcing me to rely on my eyes and how much perception m baby's eyes could give.

"Do you think he is awake?"

The first voice came from a woman knowing by the tone and how soothing it sounded, so motherly. Thanks to her voice alone my anxiety died down to minimal levels but it didn't disappear completely when I heard more footsteps getting closer to my bed.

"I think so, he had been sleeping for hours now."

The second hold a lot of gentle and loving nature, but I still prefered the first person. AT first I had the thought that they were good people and some concerns dissolved but I still couldn't blindly trust that calming aura.

It wasn't logical.

I tried to call them but my mouth opened and nothing more, the second try I did noise but sounded more like a small whine; just a one letter word my voice managed to create.

"Quickly he must be worried already!"

In a way they were correct, I was getting worried but the motives were complete the opposite of what they believed my reasons to be. However all my thoughts died down when the first face appeared above my position, and a pair of black eyes stared right at mine accompanied with a warm smile.

I stared at back as my mouth had the shape of an 'o' for the surprise while my arms moved erratically, however she just giggled at my antics and leaned closer making me feel uncomfortable for the proximity. But I was able to see more of her, and I could say that she was pretty in her own right. A long brown hair held in a simple pony style, her face was delicate matching her small nose which was between the many freckles from both cheeks.

Then from behind a man came into scene hugging her waist as resting his chin on her right shoulder using that place to get a good look at me creating a more uncomfortable situation for me, and also causing me to fidget my body from how anxiety was returning to me. Yet again it was reduced when he gave the loving and caring smile accompanied with his very gentle eyes surprising me how it fitted on his square face along with his short hair.

They didn't have any intention to bring any harm, it relieved me but the look that both gave me made me wonder for a short while their reasons to doing so, a very short while since the connection of dots was almost instantly in my head.

That look in their eyes screamed parental love for their child and I was inside the body of a baby, fact even more reinforced for how bigger they looked to me from my perspective.

Those two were my family.

"How is our little Kichiro-chan doing?" The woman finally spoke in a motherly tone.

Instinctively the question word 'What?' left my lips, or at least in my mind it happened in that way since I couldn't speak at all. Is more they took my action as cute and giggled between themselves, feeling a bit indignant I closed my mouth and looked away.

"He has your eyes Kaori-chan." In an instant I looked at both of them with new found curiosity after learning that the woman's name was Kaori. With expectant eyes I looked at them man waiting for his name as well.

"And he has your face Daisuke-kun."

Their names were Kaori and Daisuke, my parents' names.

That little bit of information was good but at hearing how she called me, it simply didn't fit well for me. Besides that name wasn't my name because my name was...

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SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!

Months later….

The arrival and first impression of my new and unexpected life had been quite interesting and amusing, not to outright lose control and laugh. But it always brought a chuckle every time I recalled how my parents freaked out of my sudden panic attack and how I couldn't calm down, and probably I wouldn't have stopped if I had enough energy to pull it; that day I cried myself into exhaustion not the best of achievements and obviously not a feat to be proud of.

And to add more salt to the wound, my parents would definitely remember that day and retell the happenings if they haven't already done it. From my perspective that felt a very dickish move but in reversed roles it would be a common thing to do; after all parents love to have embarrassing memories and pictures of their kids, just for the sake of nostalgia and laughs.

But moving to another topic, I didn't do much than stare the ceiling and count sheeps. As a baby everything that I could do was completely limited, of course they brought me toys to play at the living room with them near watching me having fun, thought I couldn't really call it fun after all I couldn't really find it fun to move a block to another place or smash a toy on the floor as many times until my arm gets tired of the repetitive action.

That reminded me to explain the insides of my new house which wasn't that special, five rooms tops not including the bathrooms. Three bedrooms, one kitchen and a living room; place where I was currently in along with my parents, there were only two sofas but large ones enough to have a friendly reunion and discuss along with a cup of tea thanks to the small wooden tea table at the center. Something that I found amusing and at the same time silly, was to roll on the carpet, the material was ridiculously soft and I loved the ticklish feeling on my skin. Of course my parents didn't like it since I could get dirty or catch some illness, typical and expected reaction from worried parents.

I learned a lot from both of them, both in education and personalities.

Who could have guessed that the roles were reversed in my house?

My mother was the one responsible to bring the bread to the table, but after having me she was in maternal leave for a few months which finally ended and resumed her work. While my father stayed at home doing all chores, from cleaning to cooking; in my common sense I had expected him to complain to me how tedious was to clean the house and do all cooking as taking care of me in all sense but never once I heard a single complain from him.

It was heartwarming.

But returning to the first topic, I was utterly bored.

Even sleeping was difficult since I had slept a lot the past days not counting how much I had slept the first months after my awakening to my new life to a different world probably. The word 'probably' remained vigent since I things didn't look so out of place but a bit too traditional for my tastes but there was electricity if the light bulb and some traditional lamps were any sort of obvious indication and who could forget the famous electric outlets?

My parents went crazy the moment I got too close to one of them, since then they didn't let me out of sight when I was outside my crib.

And you know something funny from that?

Televisión didn't exist or maybe it existed but we didn't have one for some reason.

Most of the time boredom had been killing me, most of the time since when it was time to eat had been the most awkward experience in my short life. A baby and any other person wouldn't mind a baby eating directly from their mother but what they didn't know was that I was practically a young adult in everything but body.

That experience made me wonder since when sucking a breast was considered a sexual and pleasurable act for both parties. Trying to discern sexual thoughts from instinct to get feed was hard, the only thing I was grateful was that a baby didn't have anything fully developed and the puberty would hit much but much late, so hormones wouldn't work.

A great relief that no boners would ever raise from the grave until puberty descended.

In the meantime I had been on my second crib which was on the living room, I had two cribs one for sleeping which obviously was on my bedroom and the second one on the living room as mentioned as before so my father would occasionally check on me or spoil me.

"I'm home!" The unmistakable call from our number one lady, she always shouted her arrival with joy. But I was feeling a bit lazy at the moment and didn't bother much to look at her direction, it was a good thing that I was baby because they did almost everything for me.

And so my father grabbed me moments later to take me with her who was happily waiting for me at one of the couches with open arms as well the biggest smile ever, usually I wasn't able to get a good look at her appearance in the detailed and analytical way even counting the time I needed...to eat. But from my position I noticed her clothes, those weren't by any chance your typical working clothes, formal for office job or casual for other jobs, even more her current clothes looked somehow militaristic, it looked imposing; and with my gaze falling downwards I couldn't help but notice a quite interesting white mask on her belt.

For a moment I wondered what she truly did for a living, but I couldn't help to think that she was some sort of mercenary as bizarre as it sounded, a very farfetched possibility with very low odds of being real. But I knew that she was very well paid, after all maintaining a family just by herself and always having spares to bring me lots of toys between other things.

"My Kichiro-chan is so cute!"

With that announcement I was engulfed with kisses and moderate hugs.

I could never reject that because being spoiled felt great no matter how many times it repeated itself. A comparison is like being praised like the king of everything, it boosted my ego and perhaps a self developed narcissism.

Being in her arms I simply decided to let myself get lost watching the ceiling of our home, and hopefully drift into my afternoon nap since I knew that it was going to be a long talk between my parents, at first I was interested at hearing to gather as much information as possible but the always talked about not interesting things, like economy and what to buy. They probably talked the important things when I was asleep or on my crib so I didn't bother to stay awake as long as possible.

However the moment I was getting too comfortable I realized a very important thing, she was early than expected. I knew of that because the lunch wasn't ready and the table wasn't set yet.

In all those months she came early, but rarely she came late.

Normally I wouldn't mind something like that, after all coming home early from work was also a normal thing and quite liked too, both worker and family so I truly wouldn't complain at all. After all it would be more time to be treated as the best thing in the world.

But the same excitement died down when I looked up to mother's face and noticed how serious it was, surprising me how quickly it changed from cheery to dead serious. That kind of face always brought serious matters and perhaps bad news, both options weren't really that prefered.

I directed my look to my father and he as well adopted the same serious posture; meaning that they were going to have a serious conversation. Of course I remained as focused as possible because I could learn some important information.

So just like that she began with a typical speech of how much she loved and cared for our happiness, then drifted about her work and how dangerous was despite the war was over picking a lot more of interest in me. To put it frankly she wanted to quit for a more peaceful life and spend the rest of her days with us, very heartwarming.

But obviously money didn't grow out of the blue, and she began of what to do for a living. My father was very supportive of her decision however he couldn't shake of the worry about the future income of our family; despite the many options she had been presenting.

It seemed like her job really had a good paycheck, that couldn't be matched by any other job, it looked like she would need to work at many places to get the same income. But my father was against the idea, he just couldn't stand how his wife over exhausted herself everyday.

"Probably the Hokage could help me or at least give a suggestion."

I became intrigued at hearing that title because it sounded oddly familiar to me, something that I heard a rally but a really long time ago in my first childhood. But with blurry memories I could draw any conclusion, hopefully she would divulge more.

"Will he pass your retirement petition from ANBU?"

Another word that struck a nerve inside my head.

I didn't notice that I was internally making noises, which didn't go unnoticed by my mother and quickly took me away in direction towards my bedroom, I was complaining all the way long and as expected she had been soothing me with words and a lot of kisses hoping to calm me down but I didn't want to because of a mistake I lost an opportunity to learn.

Once in my room she gave me one last kiss and left me on my crib under my blankets; of course she didn't forget to give a harmless toy.

With her out the room I threw the toy angry at myself, but I didn't put much thought and calmed down. I wasn't completely clueless at least since I felt that I knew about what I heard but I simply couldn't place it together yet.

Unless I could learn how to speak I would remain ignorant of the world and I wasn't planning to wait that much, it would be inefficient if not outright boring. Somehow I felt like my room layout could help me to refresh my memory somehow, I didn't exactly knew how it could help me but I knew that somehow the dots would connect by themselves.

And I was an idiot to think that I could do it by myself.

I took me a few days to realize that and give up, accepting the cold true that first I would need to wait for my vocal chords to develop as well as some of my brain functions; it didn't make sense how I could still think so reasonably and complex despite my brain was just from a baby who had only been alive for a few months.

Nothing could be done except to stare at the ceiling or watch the paint dry, even my new toys didn't bring much amusement or any sort of fun to me anymore. And the puzzles were a joke.

But at least I was glad that they gave me a safe area to play instead of being confined in a crib, in those few days yet I couldn't find myself to attempt to do something considered productive, at first I tried to stand on my legs and find myself not developed to even attempt the action.

Though I also found myself very glad that my mother came and took me for a small walk around the house with me between both arms. However she talked to me and just me alone, how much she really wanted to watch me grow and become a great person. But then her tone became sadder about my future, how I would become a shinobi but she will be there supporting me until I graduate from the academy and go to my first mission as a genin.

However she was worried that I could die, making me wonder why a kid would die at such age?

Besides shinobi is to refer to the male ninjas, and me becoming one in the future?

Her words were strange at first but I was open to ideas and new information as always, she looked militaristic every time she left for work to ANBU group which served directly to the Hokage himself. And also genin was rank in terms of strength and skills.

They connected but just by themselves I was still unable to find the correct place to understand everything. I mean I could remember that ninjas existed in the samurai's era; they were the response to fight back the might of the samurais but that was all I knew about them.

Naruto.

Could I be correct?

I was correct.

Thanks to the conversation that my mother had with some of her friends I learned as much as I could and it truly shocked me to discover that I was in a world of fiction in theoretical speaking, and my brain felt engulfed with that knowledge resurfacing with memories from who knows how long.

So many things and so many possibilities available in such an open world. And it was even better to know that I wasn't far from the main timeline which most of critical points happened, making it better for me who already knew what was going to happen.

However the shock of the discovery made a fuss which resulted with me going to the doctor, and I hated being poked around as thoroughly examined. But that was nothing compared when I heard that I was ready for a vaccine.

I never cried so hard before, but I could swear that the doctor was taking pleasure from my agony and despair.

At home I put everything aside or just completely bury it and forget about it because there was a lot of thinking to be done about my future, my life and goals.

The confirmation of my whereabouts created a really big incognita on myself, what should I do?

Truly it bothered me, I remembered many things both good and bad that the world was going to experience first hand.

But something more imposing made itself present and obvious, what would benefit me more?

Which option would give me more benefits? After all my own life was first before others, my own happiness was what mattered first.

It sounded selfish but that was who I was after all.

But going back to my question, becoming the villain or the hero.

This was my own story after all.

Yet…

Any of those sides appealed me that much.

Something I learned was that Heroes weren't real, they only exist in the fiction, in the real world they are just idiots with delusional ideas with big mouth and silver tongue which convince others to follow their so called righteous and justice beliefs. And not only that, but they alway end up dead dragging along everybody who followed them, that was why we remembered in the stories because they died becoming martyrs.

People loved to glorify the idiocy, didn't they?

And who could forget the villain?

They fall, no matter what happens or how long they always fall. The so called heroes manage to bring them down and end their reign. Besides that side had many disadvantages than advantages, it was truly an action of the complete retarded to follow that path.

Normally the third option shouldn't exist, but we always create one anyways just to benefits us because we only think for ourselves and our own happiness.

I chose to spectate.

I will be there to witness everything develop thus becoming the best show ever the man had ever witness.

Of course I would put some conditions and restrictions in that statement later, everything needs a clear explanation after all.

That show would become my property because it would be written by me!

The performance will be planned by me.

Revised by me.

Edited by me.

Directed by me.

And then, profit.

Simple, if bad things needed to happen to make the show better then let it happen and if I events needed to be stopped then they should.

It wasn't my intention to sound arrogant but the moment I opened my eyes this world became mine.

I wanted to end at the top of the world

I WILL end at the top of the world.

But for the meantime I needed to grow and let my body naturally develop its bones and muscles so I could give my first step toward the top and one step closer to achieve my goals, dreams.

Later I would start the search for my tools which would help me to reshape the world to my liking.

Who said that a man can't change the world?