This is more or less a test fanfic than anything. I'll be writing this to see if I'm capable of writing somewhat decent stuff. If you have any opinions, criticisms, or comments, please fell free to leave them. Realize that, while I've read many, this is my first time writing. I know SI-OC has been done many times before and is overused, but I couldn't help myself. I love reading them.

Pitch black. All I saw was complete darkness. My mind was reeling. I couldn't see a thing and it was cold. The last thing I remember was...

Oh.

Right.

I'm dead.

Well, at least that makes sense. That car came too fast for me to see it. Way too fast. The one day I decide to walk over and pick up my little sister from school, I get run over. That's just fabulous. My poor family. I hope they're alright.

My sister will probably be devastated. So will my mom.

My mom!

The last time I saw her we were in a heated argument about being fired from my job. Damnit. That's not how I want to leave! I love her greatly, yet that's how I treated her! How will my girlfriend feel? I don't want to put that kind of agony on her.

I have so many regrets.

I never treated my mother, my sweet, fragile mother appropriately. I wish I had done more chores, helped her out more, been there for her when dad left us. Why couldn't I? Did pride mean that much to me back then? Why didn't I go on more dates with my girlfriend? She meant the world to me, yet how many times did I show it? My little sister neve stopped supporting me, even when I wouldn't support her.

I would give anything to go back to the living.

"Would you? Really?" The voice was deep and ominous.

I looked around, but could see nothing in the darkness.

"Absolutely, yes!" I cried out. I couldn't stand the cold, but the regret was even worse.

"Just let me live again!" I wailed.

I heard a dark chuckle coming from all around me. It was definitely human. That part puzzled me. I couldn't make sense of it. Before I could process it any further, I felt it.

I felt warmth coupled with pain. Intense pain that I have never felt before. Blinding light flashed before my eyes. I struggled to breath, and that fact, in and of itself, was truely something to pause and consider. But I've never been the most rational person ever.

I cried. No, scratch that. I wailed.

Where was the warmth? I was bombarded by all these noises and the momentary warmth had gone away. I felt so naked, so vulnerable. I still couldn't see a thing.

The blinding light faded a little, yet all I could see were large blurs of color. The room I appeared to be in was entirely white. Something lifted me up and placed me into the arms of another giant blur of color. I was still crying at this point, but the pain was fading. My toungue touched the inside of my mouth in between breaths. Great. I was missing my teeth.

No wonder I couldn't speak.

My limbs were incredibly uncoordinated. I could barely move them at all, except flail them about. The large blur holding onto me held me tight. She muttered some words dripping with love. I could pick out one that was louder than the rest. "Hikaru... My little Hikaru." Then it dawned on me.

This woman holding me had given birth to me. Me. I'm 17 years old.

I was just born. Again.

My brain was going into hyperdrive. What the hell, man? How am I going to find my family at this age? I asked to see the world again, not to be given birth to again. It's ridiculous! Reincarnation isn't real! Even if it was, this isn't how it works, right? How does reincarnation even work!? What is this, an anime? Some sort of fictional world where anything and everything happens for the good of the protagonist?

I passed out.

Three years later.

I think I might have to reconsider what I said at birth. My stubborness made me overlook it several times, but it continuously becomes harder and harder to deny the truth.

I am not in my previous world.

Well, if reincarnation is possible, then why can't that be possible too, eh? I don't know anymore. One way I can tell is that they're definitely not speaking English. From my somewhat limited knowledge of anime, I can deduce that it is Japanese. Or some form of an Asian language. Even though it is rather challenging, I have been slowling learning the language.

As for my parents, well my 'father' isn't really around much because of his job, but the times I have seen him, he's treated me with love and kindness. Same goes for my new mother as well. My every need was taken care of.

My 'father' has black hair and deep, dark eyes. His skin is a little pale, but nothing too out of the ordinary. He is tall and lean. He kept a serious face on around me, but I could always see a glimmer of playfulness and amusement in his eyes. He looks familiar, but I can't place it.

My 'mother' has bright brown hair. She always has it in a ponytail. Wherever she goes, she always has an aura of gracefulness and beauty. She has a smile on her face almost all the time and does everything she can for the two of us.

Still, I believe they're beginning to realize that I am not an average child. I have not cried at all since birth. I was well behaved and kept to myself most of the time. I learned how to walk again fairly early. Crawling isn't my style. Once I had regained mobility in my legs, it was easy.

Sitting in front of me was a notebook. It contained useful information on kanjis and stuff like that. I think. Again, not super familiar with it.

Anyways, I was deep in thought and wanted to learn how to read and write very quickly. A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. My 'mother' walked over, opened the door and pulled the man in the door into a passionate kiss. Luckily, this man was my 'father', out on another one of his work related trips. That's not what grabbed my attention though. Tied neatly around his forehead was a headband with a'' metal plate on the front. In the center stood a symbol. A symbol I knew well. It dawned on me suddenly and all the peices now fit together. I know where I am.

Konahagakure. The Village Hidden in the Leaves.

Home to Naruto.