In my relatively short twenty-one years of existence, I've learned that life has a pretty funny way knocking you through a loop. One minute you're a young, not so productive youth of society whose whole life is stretched out before them! Then in the next moment you're a smear decorating a stretch of pavement. At least, that's how it went for me.

To be fair to myself I had had a pretty good reason for walking into the street that day. See I'm not what you'd typically define as a "courageous and selfless guy". I'm rather normal in fact, something of which I take small pride in. I didn't go out of my way to save people, instead I sat in front of a computer in my room playing video games. I didn't have a huge group of friends, I had a smallish group that I rarely ventured out of. I didn't even have any really exciting life stories to tell, as I had spent the majority of my life under the radar watching anime, playing games and the like. I was a normal, non-extraordinary guy with a non-extraordinary life who valued little except himself, a select few others, and who had generally never done anything of notable importance. That is…until the fire nation attacked.

…sorry, couldn't help it. Anyway back to the matter at hand, my death.

It had been a day like any other, completely unremarkable in every way. I had just got off work at the hell hole I called a workplace, and was deciding on what to buy for dinner that night when a huge gust of wind decided it was a swell time to bitch slap me. Normally this would have just pissed me off slightly, but this time said gust of wind triggered something else in me, something unexpected. Fear. Because as it turned out, I wasn't the only victim of this act of nature. This fact proven by the falling, screaming little girl who just happened to fall off the sidewalk and smack dab in the middle of the traffic heavy road.

As I've stated repeatedly, I find myself to be quite average. So I was just as shocked as anyone else who'd known me when I jumped after the girl without a second thought. Maybe I just subconsciously wanted to be important for once, to actually influence the world around me. Or maybe I just have a soft spot for crying helpless little girls. Whatever the case may be, when I wrapped my arms around her and tossed her back onto the sidewalk I was relieved, as not a second later two tons of steel on sixteen wheels came barreling down the street. I was happy that for the first time in my life, I felt I had done something truly worth note. And then everything went black.

Maybe it was because of this selfless act of mine that I landed in my current predicament. You see, I'm not a very religious person, never have been. But even I had to begrudgingly admit that a god's influence was possibly the only way that this was actually happening to me. Because it's just common sense that when a person dies they stay dead. So color me surprised when I FUCKING. WOKE. UP.

I tried to look around, glance at my surroundings, only to realize that I couldn't see worth a damn. All I knew was that it was warm, cramped, and that I was scared out of mind and that I wanted out right this instant. Twisting, turning, punching, kicking, nothing was working. And what was worse, the already tight space was getting even tighter. I was going to get crushed to death only minutes after dying. It'd be an understatement to say that I panicked. Deciding to throw one last punch at the suffocating cage I was in I was pleasantly shocked when it actually seemed to work. The all-encompassing warmth was vanishing, being replaced with the slight chill of outside air. My surroundings were getting brighter, I started to hear noises, voices. Granted some of the voices sounded like their owners were in pain, but they were still voices! I was free! I survived! Hallelujah!

Feeling invigorated by my new found freedom I tried once again to open my eyes, finding that I had much more success as I could actually make out shapes. Blinking once again in another attempt to clear my vision I was able to make out what the previously mentioned shapes were. And my discovery made my heart drop. Are those…giants?

I had already suspended what logic I had when I died but apparently didn't, finding the concept of rebirth ludicrous enough for what should be possible. But giants?! What's next magic?!

After numerous failed attempts to come to grips with what I was seeing I finally noticed that one of the totally not possible giants was holding me and talking in a language that I couldn't understand.

"Dakara, kodomo no namae wa nanidesu ka?" said one of the giants, seemingly speaking to the one who was holding me

Do giants have their own vocabulary? I guess it would make sense, even though sense was in very short supply at the moment. But before my mind could start to frantically wander away on that train of thought the giant holding me finally said a word I could somewhat understand/remember.

"Ryota Nohara."

What's a Nohara again? I had heard that somewhere before I just knew It. Was it a place? An object? A person's...name?

It hit me like, oddly enough, two tons of steel on sixteen wheels. I had heard that word before, and it was a person's name. Only, it had been the last name of a character in one of my favorite anime, Naruto. But it wasn't just anyone's last name, no it was the last name of Rin Nohara, basically the catalyst for Obito's descent into madness and the character inadvertently responsible for both the Nine-Tails attack and the Fourth Great Shinobi War. But that was in an anime, right? That couldn't possibly be related to this.

However it was around this time that I looked up at the face of the giant holding me and happened to spy the sight of a very familiar blue cloth tied firmly across her brow. A familiar blue cloth with a metal plate, engraved with an even more familiar symbol. And no matter how long I looked at the engraved leaf on the she giant's forehead it just wouldn't disappear.

Well shit.

I was in the world of Naruto. Even more so I was in the Leaf Village. And as the she giant laid me down on a bed next to a crying baby with purple markings on its cheeks my circumstances finally came crashing down on me.

I was in the world of Naruto, I was in the Leaf Village, these people weren't giants, I was a baby, and worst of all I was the twin brother to none other than one Rin Nohara.

Needless to say, I passed right the fuck out.

A/N: So yeah this is my first attempt at a fan fiction. Actually this is my first attempt at writing in general. Hopefully people find it enjoyable. If no one does however i'll still write more chapters for this as exercising your writing skills is never a bad thing. On that note the next chapter should be up relatively soon, but thats a loose estimate as Im currently busy with High school.

Ciao!