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Welcome! This is my first fanfic here, hope you like it.

It's about my OC, Yasu Kireha, and how she dealt with being reborn in this new world.

If you have any questions, or just wanna leave a comment or review, please write them up and send em to me!

Tsuki

A small note. I tend to use "x" as a symbol to pass time. A singular one would mean a short time (although that depends) has passed, while "xx" means a longer time has passed. Oke great, thanks!

Chapter 1: Yasu Kireha

It was a hot mess.

And not in the good kind of way. No, it was in the… squishy, uncomfortable, wet and blind kind of way. With a lot of screaming, an enormous head ache and coldness. And a horrible gut feeling.

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For, I'm not quite sure how long, I've heard mutters of voices and could barely see. I constantly felt uncomfortable but that didn't seem to matter much because I always felt tired and thus slept constantly. I couldn't keep coherent train of thoughts and basically everything was a mess.

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There was a moment when I realized, I could finally see and hear well. Well enough. It was then that the constant annoying yelling around me stopped and… I managed to think well. I recognized colors, structures. The sound of thuds on the ground, the small clink of metals and humming from another person. Slowly the mess started to organize itself.

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It was at 3 months old I realized I was stuck in another body. A new-born, not anymore so wrinkly of a body. Either that or I'm in a very unsettling lucid dreaming session or I'm in some sort of coma. To which both I highly doubt because… well, right after I figured this out, I had a heart attack.

I survived. But not without the help of people groping my body and making me feel extremely uncomfortable. It was as if, by touching and being near me, some bells sounded inside me making me guts twirl in a highly uncomfortable way. Long story short, I realized how much I hated people touching me in this frail body.

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By the forth month, I could see, hear and smell better. I had tried talking, but that seemed almost impossible with my weak neck, weak mouth and weak everything. So I settled on observing and trying to make sense of everything. I was constantly in this room made of wood in some bed. Ever so often, this boy would pick me up and do toiletries with me. I mostly ignored that all together, both from absolute embarrassment and the uncomfortable feeling I had from him touching me.

This was also the month I started to stretch out my limbs. Seeing how weak they are and what I could possible do. Seeing how I kept stretching my legs and arms, it was about that time people either put me on a blanket in a new area of some sort. I was usually laying down. But slowly and steadily, I have managed to turn around and simply sit down. The boy seemed to be happy about this, much to my pleasure. And then he fed me some garbage dish.

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I had realized earlier that everyone seemed to be speaking another language. One I was familiar with, but just familiar enough to know which language it was. Japanese. It was then I started to really observe the things around me. And things really did click. How people were dressed, the traditional sorts of houses, even the outside. It was all Japanese-like. I wondered if I was in the country-side, considering I never saw some sort of electrical device. Plus, it looked like we were not poor, me and the boy, since I assumed this is just our house.

By the fifth month, the boy regularly gave me to the same old lady. And old lady that talked way to much, but when she touched and held me, it didn't feel as uncomfortable. She was the only one yet to hold me without being glared at. I think the boy felt a bit exasperated at that and jealous. While the old woman just seemed amused and happy. It was during that month I realized something very crucial.

I knew for a fact that I was in a baby's body. But I never linked it as being "reborn"… or more specifically, "reincarnated". It was then, memories of my past self flowed into me. I was thankful it didn't come as a bang, but more… like a steady flow of information came in my brain. Certain objects, sounds and even tastes made me remember. When I was thinking too much, they gently triggered, making me see clips on my past self. And so began my new goals.

To know who I was, to learn this new language and to learn how to walk.

I soon, also, realized my name. Or well, my new name. "Yasu-chan," the older woman cooed when I started to stare a bit too intensely at my hands. I slowly looked up at her, "Mimi-obaa-chan wants to give you some portage, open your mouth." I glared at her.

I picked up the language faster than I thought. It must have been the constantly blabbing from the boy and Mimi that helped it. Although, I couldn't understand the more complex words. It was then I realized, to understand the more complex words, I would have to ask. And so, when the boy returned, I decided to say my first words. "Ani!" he seemed extremely happy and picked me up. This time, somehow, I didn't feel uncomfortable.

From then on, I repeated what people said to me. It came around as a mess that ended up with Mimi and Shouta cleaning up my spit. Ah yes, the tables have turned with who looked uncomfortable.

By the 6th month, I was crawling around the place. I never said full, or a few words, sentences, but singular words to people. They seemed to understand, so I knew now wasn't the time to start sentences. One night, Shouta came home rather early, the boy who I discovered was my new brother with a bright grin on his face. I was sitting by the low table next to Mimi, half thinking half dozing off.

"I'm a ninja obaa-san!" I looked up at him, recognized a word that often came in conversations but never really understood it. Mimi stood up and congratulated him. He grinned, thanked her and then came to me. He picked me up and pointed at his forehead. It was some sort of metal headband with a symbol in the middle of it. I touched it. It felt cool. "Ninja?" It was about time I asked what that meant. There was a small shine in his eyes and he nodded. He sat down and set me on the table.

"A ninja, Su-chan, is a person that protects family. Because I am a ninja, I can protect you now!" He grinned, making me grin back in response. So basically, like, police? Isn't he too young though? Maybe it's something he'd done at school. "Plus! Ninjas are super cool, they can do crazy tricks, want to see something?" I nodded for the heck of it.

And then he summoned a flame to his hands.

That. That is not normal. Suddenly, a flicker of memory. I looked on his hands, his flames, the signs he did before he summoned the flame and lastly, his headband.

Ninjas. Headband. Fire.

The will of fire. Konoha.

Naruto.

Manga.

Book.

Fictional.

Not real.

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I thankfully didn't have a heart attack but they thought I was tired with my lack of reaction and I was put to bed. I was in the world of Naruto, a manga I read in my previously life for entertainment… Naruto, huh?

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Shouta seemed to have the next day free so he took my outside. I had come to terms relatively easy that I was now reborn in a fictional world that I knew a bit too much on. By the symbol on Shouta's headband, I am in a village I have no idea of. But due to his constant talking, I knew. "-bad guys! But that only starts in a year, I need field training first then I can participate in the war as an active member-"

And the war. Obviously, this is not the 4th shinobi war. This place is far too old to be that. This is either the big war against the different clans, or the 1st, 2nd or 3rd shinobi war. In any case, we were a clan/village I had no idea of. Shouta said we were the "Kireha" clan. Never heard of it. And because of that, I am absolutely batshit scared. It means that, sooner or later, we are going to be absolutely massacred. Or I was over reacting. I needed to know which era I was in, and fast…

…It didn't take long. Just, maybe, 2 minutes. "Shouta! Leave your sister and come with us! The Senju and the Uchiha are having a blood party near here, we need to push them off and evacuate everyone to the new area! Fast!"

Everything happened to fast. But I knew in which era I'm in. The very first war between the clans.

The next month was horrible. Apparently the clan had already planned to move, since our territory was far too close to battles, so a new area was waiting for us. But Mimi was stressing out as the whole clan walked next to each other in fear to our new destination. A fifth of the clan didn't come back alive from that fight and Shouta was missing an ear. But slowly, the clan build up again.

But I could never forget the night Shouta came back, his face covered with blood. He simply picked me up and hugged me. I didn't mind the metallic smell or the wetness of everything. But I knew a couple new things. This world is unfair and it hurt my brother.

So that's the beginning of this new story. I honestly didn't plan for this story to come out, but we'll see.

If you see any mistakes or areas of improvement, please say so! Thanks!

1 - February - 2018

Tsuki