A.N./ I don't own Naruto or any of the characters of the Naruto world, except for my Oc.
I've read a lot of SI stories recently and I wanted to try my hand at one.
I hope you enjoy.
P.S. The updated will be slow for this story.
P.S.2 This chapter has been rewritten. The story's point of view has been changed from 3d to 1st (It seemed more appropriate).
THE NAME IS TO BLAME
Chapter 1
I had never really thought how I would die until I actually did.
In the true ironic fashion that was my life, I died during a very sunny day. It was the day that I was supposed to move into my new apartment after having spent one year in the dorms of my university when it happened. I died at the age of nineteen. One of the fifty people that died that day during a terrorist attack in the mall I was shopping at. And it was not a fun was it a fast one.
At one moment I was looking at a really cute set of cutleries for my new home and at the next I was on the ground in a pool of my own blood with a bullet in my stomach. Five minutes later I died, chocking in my own blood.
Now I came from a family that didn't really care about religion; except for my maternal grandmother who every time she visited kept telling me that Jesus was looking after me and who every Easter was crying over the crucifixion of Christ that was on repeat on the Tv, therefore, I wasn't really religious either. It wasn't really that I was an atheist, it was just that I needed proof and some books written by some drunk some centuries ago just weren't enough for me. If they were enough then she I say that I had enough proof that the twelve Greek Gods existed or that Cinderella was real.(*1) So, when I died I hadn't expected much, I died with a free mind but even I wouldn't have expected where I ended up.
My name used to be Anastasia. I know that my name meant resurrection or rebirth and it seemed that somebody up there knew it too because when I regained my consciousness after what felt like years I found myself in a much younger and definitely smaller looking body looking up at two giants, who I later on found out were my new set of parents, smiling down at me.
Naturally, I did the first obvious thing anyone in my situation would do. I screamed bloody murder, which came out as a baby wail, a fact which confused me at the time and made me blink in surprise and stop. The giants talked in a language that I did not understand yet identified as Japanese and then looked at me again and spoke words that I could not understand yet later on I would identify them as my name.
I still couldn't understand how in the seven bloody hells did I end up with those giants. I could clearly remember my very painful death, so how was I there? Did someone save me? It still didn't make sense though. But even though I was confused, sleepiness overwhelmed me and I fell asleep. It wouldn't be until I woke up again and was breastfed for the first time that I would realise my situation.
I had died and I was reborn.
Huh 10 points to Buddhism then.
I am not ever going to comment on the breastfeeding part because it was just embarrassing. I, a nineteen-year-old woman had ended up being unable to speak, move or eat on my own. And the less I said about the diaper changes the better it would be for everyone. The first month of my new life I lived a life of depression. After the first night I at least accepted that this was real and not a dream. Yet I still missed my life. I had just finished my first year as a law student and was well on my second. My father had still been alive in the Before and I missed him. I would do anything just to hear the voices of my friends, but it just wasn't possible. After one month of mourning from me and worrying from my parents I finally realised that I couldn't change my circumstances and began to accept my situation as a second chance in life. I could see that my new parents were happy for this change, my continuous silence had made them worry. Though the fact that I had accepted my circumstances didn't mean that I wouldn't do anything I could to regain my freedom.
I realised fast these three facts in my new life. One my new name was Sorami.
Two I was in a Japanese speaking country.
And lastly three, I probably was not reborn in the year 2017, the year I died. The last one was concluded by a lack of many modern electronical devices that I was used to seeing in my everyday life. Even though I didn't have the best sight yet I would still try to examine my surroundings to the best of my abilities, that was a consequence of my love for researching, wanting to know everything about anything.
My new parents were lovely people and I could see that they loved me very much. After I woke up from my depressive trance I learned that their names were Masato and Kumori. Kumori was my main caretaker and even though I had felt that I was betraying my first mother at the beginning I couldn't help but love her. It had been years since I had felt a mother's love. My mother in my first life died when I was five, so I didn't remember her that much. It was easier for me to love Kumori as I had craved a mother's touch for a very long time.
My first father though had still been alive when I died so it took longer to bond with my new one. It took a while to stop thinking of him as a replacement and comparing him with my first father, but I came to understand that this wasn't healthy and that my father would have wanted for me to live my new life to the fullest, or as much as a person who was often time very apathetic could. My grandfather, I met two times in my first months in my new life and for some reason he seemed awfully familiar. I still couldn't understand why.
In my search for freedom and away of the inability to control things in my life I managed to attract a lot of attention. It seemed that I did things a little too fast and I was a bit too smart. I didn't really care though if they thought I was a genius, I wanted my freedom dammit and if I felt a bit vindicated about the fact who would know to judge her? I had been a little too average in my first life. So, I started crawling at six months and was taking my first steps well by my nine months by pure sheer determination. My first words were monosyllables at the age of 5 months. First kaasan because I felt that my mother deserved it what with her spending the most time with me and then to-san. By the age of ten months I could string together a few sentences from the words I had picked up from around me. It was a good thing that my mind was developed like a child's, as I could absorb new knowledge much easier than I could as an adult. That though also meant that I reacted as a baby would in many situations instead of like the adult I used to be in another life, like crying all the time for the smallest of things.
Later on, when I had found out where I was I wouldn't be sure if my fast development was a good or a bad thing.
After all, without my knowledge I was already being called the Sarutobi prodigy and with how this world treats prodigies I wasn't sure if I wanted to be one.
When my mother took me outside with her at the age of one for the first time, I quickly came to the conclusion that my new world was much different than my old one. I saw- and wasn't' that a surprise I didn't need glasses anymore- that the technology in this world was a mixture of old, new and non-existent. While there were TVs there weren't any cars and laptops just didn't exist. I was ok with that though the last one did disappoint me a little. My main research and entertainment source didn't exist anymore. I would have to make do. That thought was cut short when I saw people jumping from building to building. When I asked my mother about it in an excited, childish manner, I was told that they were shinobi. At that moment a feeling of dread overcame me. I turned my head upwards and yep a mountain with four heads carved on to it. My fears were confirmed.
I was now in the Naruto world.
The first thought was: Dammit! Why couldn't I have been born in the Harry Potter series? Like literally I knew every page by heart! But no, from all the fictional alternative universes to be reborn into (And wasn't that exciting? I was in an alternate universe?), it had to be the one that the only knowledge I had about was the first two manga of the series and all the fanfiction I read about the universe, mainly of the Harry Potter crossover category. I had just begun to get into the series after having read a fuck ton of fanfiction about it that gathered my interest. Though I should be thankful, I could have been born into a fictional world I knew nothing about like Bleach or something similar. Thank the gods for my two-year obsession with Fanfiction. Even though most of them had altered many situations, I had read lots of them and some that even span through the whole series to know the most important facts even if I had minimum details.
When I got home that day I decided to write everything I knew at some point down in English in order for me to remember everything. Though that would probably happen when I had more freedom and the actual ability to write properly I thought wryly as I looked at my pudgy hands. For the moment I would have to try to remember anything I could about this universe from my past life. To my surprise I realized abruptly that I was already starting to forget facts about the personal life of Anastasia and I now that I thought about it I could feel myself getting more and more dissociated with the feelings that accompanied those memories as time moved on, though most of my general knowledge still remained.
I even called myself Sorami instead of Anastasia.
When did that happen?
After I got through my feelings about this situation and another existential crisis, I accepted that I was Sorami now just with some 'extra' knowledge.
Then I debated what should I do about my future knowledge. From what I gathered from the Hokage monument I was born either right before Minato died or before the Third. That would need investigating.
Now about interacting with the main characters I didn't really care. I was not going to live my life hiding from people all the time. I would enjoy it. So, I decided to just go with the flow. What was the point of this new life if I didn't participate actively in it after all? In my past life I never felt like I lived my life in the fullest. I lived an average life, I had enough money from my family to live a comfortable childhood and for my Uni to be paid, I was pretty, was average in intelligence, was a major procrastinator and I preferred my books to people. I liked to think that I could live in one of the worlds I read about and it seemed that somehow that wistful thinking had come back to bite me in the ass. So I would live this life as I saw fit.
After a lot of thinking I also decided to become a shinobi.
Even though this was a job that required to kill and I knew that my morals would be tested I still couldn't resist to learn what was essentially ninja magic.
Though I wasn't that childish my decision also came from the fact that this world was bloody and being a civilian even in Konoha wouldn't be enough to survive. - I mean this place gets invaded twice in the future. It's kill or be killed. – And I wanted to at least reach the age of twenty-five this time.
My new world was full of death. So, I had to prepare and be the biggest badass in battle in order to survive.
Maybe I should become a main character. Don't they usually live longer? Except if I was in the Games of Thrones world …Thank the gods for small miracles. So, after some brain thinking I decided to observe for now, see if my family consisted of any shinobi, find out where I was in the timeline and if possible become a main character. Hmmm if I was around the rookie 9 ages I could take on Sakura's role. From what I had read of Sakura I didn't like her that much, she was annoying and for the most of the first part useless. That could work…
*1 No offence to any religion or religious person. This is just a fictional character and her opinion.
