Thousand Miles from Home

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Being reborn as Maito Gai's older sister was something no one should ever look forward to and I certainly didn't, however, here I am – attempting to survive my new personal hell as his beloved older sister. Oh God, why couldn't you just have sent me directly to hell? [Re-written]

Chapter 1: Entrance

A/N: And I'm so sorry but this entire story WILL BE REWRITTEN TO THE POINT WHERE I WANT IT TO GO. The previous version simply didn't fit well with me and I lost all interest in it, and now that Naruto manga is finished and it's so much easier to write a fanfiction with an OC in it...especially one with Gai's sister. Plot bunnies are running wild in my mind, oh and I've changed the character's name with a more meaningful name not to mention anything I'll add won't be owned by Kishimoto.

I'll fully understand if some of my readers will stop reading it, but I do ask to give it a chance and thank you for your patience so far. On the side note, I'm back from hiatus completely!

Enjoy the new version of Thousand Miles from Home.

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You are never too old to set another goal
or to dream a new dream. - C.S. Lewis

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Sometimes, I wonder.

About everything, literally. I'm just naturally curious or at least used to be before the Now. Before the Current. I cannot recall having done anything special in my last life, nothing at all. In fact, I lead the kind of life style that everyone else did. Normal. Boring. Pathetically quiet.

The only reason I'm aware of there having been another me was due to the suppressed memories of the It-self I refused to acknowledge. I'd like to say it's all nice and sunshine to have another self deeply rooted in your mind, however, the truth is far from it. It's mere presence could drive any normal person insane from It's constant pressure. From the mere reminder that you're not as normal as the rest of your friends are. Because the new me wasn't born into the clans full of geniuses I was constantly on the edge, constantly having to reprimand myself don't do this, don't grow too fast, don't read things you're not supposed to, don't pretend you're an adult – it was hard and difficult for me to remember how a child was supposed to behave.

How people were supposed to see me as and not how I felt myself to be.

I couldn't go around and change things without giving myself away. Without people starting to suspect me so I did the only thing anyone sensible would have done.

I closed my access to the memories and pretended I knew nothing.

I pretended to have a normal childhood, well as normal as one could have in Naruto universe, where children are brought up to be killing expendable tools. The word mercy didn't really exist in their dictionary, at least not in the mind of a fully trained ninja. Even the children showed signs of being cruel, despite of the fact that they rarely understood the reasons as of why, how and when.

It wasn't easy, far from it.

Whenever I met someone, whose story I was fully familiar with, I couldn't help but to squeal or make a complete fool of myself. Maybe that's why Kakashi's first impression of me was a total waste of space, or something along the lines. But more of that later. It was in those situations, when I realised that I couldn't do a single thing to change their stories for a better.

Or for worse, depending on the how the Domino effect would go.

And that was my reasoning for not interfering.

Consequences.

The Domino effect.

Sure, I could actually go ahead and attempt to prevent the Obito's demise, Rin's death, the Kyubi incident or even Uchiha massacre...however, if I did that it would mean throwing the entire world into a state of confusion and chaos. Nothing would go the way how I expected it to go. How I knew it to go and was fairly certain would end up as. No, I hadn't seen the ending before waking up in a new body.

With a new identity.

But knowing how Kishimoto's style with Naruto was...I was fairly sure that Naruto would somehow have become a Hokage after obtaining the world wide peace as he promised Nagato aka Pain. So, who was I to rob Naruto from his dream? Who was I to prevent it all from happening?

It's like they say...things happen for a reason, even if it's not all good.

So, for now let's just delve deeper into the story as of how I became someone, who mattered and how Naruto's storyline affected my presence in it. Let's start by introducing myself, shall we?

In this universe, I was given the name Maito Etsuko. Bearing the meaning of joyful child of the might, which definitely didn't fit me.

At all.

I wasn't joyful.

Not in the least.

And my peers would make it known just how misplaced my name was.

If there was one thing the new me had become fond of: my family. Especially my father and little brother, and whoever dared to badmouth them usually ended up having to deal with me. Which, according to Airi and Saburou wasn't pleasant thing to witness.

Now then, let's go back to the time when my story truly began.