A/N: This is a crossover between Naruto and Worm. I don't claim anything in either work. They are the property of Masashi Kishimoto and Wildbow respectively. If you haven't read Worm, I recommend checking it out. It's about a teenage girl who gains a superpower, her attempt to become a superhero, and her life as a supervillain.

A/N: This story has a ton of spoilers for Worm. Don't read it if you haven't read Worm. Worm is better written. Go read Worm first.

I was on my back. Above me I could see a clear blue sky completely empty of clouds. The sun was out with enough force that I felt it's hot kiss against my skin. It didn't kiss all of me though. My skin felt wet and cool in some places, like someone had taken a tub of sunscreen and used it to draw shapes all over my body. Beneath me, grass pricked against exposed skin. I was naked.

I felt disoriented. None of what I was sensing was lining up with my memories. I remembered dying. I was a little out of it, but I was still pretty confident that people didn't go from getting shot in the head to laying in grass staring at the sky. It wasn't just my memories that weren't right though. It was everything. I felt tiny and fragile.

"Ku ku ku." The noise was a cross between a laugh and a bad impression of a songbird. I couldn't see the source, so I tried to let down the wall that separated me from the senses of the insects I could control. It didn't work. My power wasn't there. Panic tore through me. The sort of panic someone feels when they realize they are both blind and paralyzed. I'd spent years with my powers. For me, they had become like another sense and extra limbs. I felt their absence keenly.

I tried to snap my head in the direction of the noise. Even without my powers, I still wanted to know what was going on. It didn't go like I expected. My body didn't do what I told it to. Instead of my head turning, my limbs came into view. Tiny limbs. Baby limbs. I was a baby. I tried to shove the horror of what I was seeing away. To push the excess emotion into my insects, like I did so often. I couldn't though. I didn't have my power.

Had to keep it together anyway. Freaking out wasn't going to help me. Arguably, I'd been in worse situations than this. I'd been drowning, while cut in half before. Being a baby didn't really compare to that.

The flailing as I tried to move wasn't helping. So I stopped trying to move. I was having the same issue Regent had when he used his power to take people over. I had to relearn how my nervous system worked, before I would be able to move. This was bad. I was helpless. I couldn't use my power. I couldn't move my own body. Even if I could, I was a baby. Whoever was laughing, they had me beaten.

"Trying to look at me, hmm?" The voice was smooth, but I couldn't understand a word they were saying. It sounded Japanese. Had Lung survived? Had he gotten some Tinker to work for him, so he could get vengeance on me?

The man who stepped into view looked like a Case 53. He was human in shape and his long black hair made him look feminine, but there were so many things that were just wrong. His skin was far too pale, an actual shade of white. His eyes had yellow irises and slitted pupils. A pair of purple triangles ran down the sides his nose, but they had a quality to them that made me think skin-color and not tattoo. I'd seen stranger case 53s. I'd seen stranger people with normal powers too. Either way I wasn't the sort of person who held their abnormalities against them, especially since he still looked human.

He smiled at me. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

I tried to get some control over the situation.

"Waa-" I cut myself off and stopped trying to speak. I had intended to ask who he was and what he wanted, but I didn't have my tongue and mouth under proper control.

"Can you understand me?" The man was staring down at me intently. He cocked his head. I gazed back. "If you can, move or make a noise."

During the fight that had led to my death, I'd given up a lot. For a while, I hadn't been able to speak. This was different. I was thinking clearly. If someone spoke to me in a language I understood I was going to be able to understand them. The problem was language.

"Unfortunate. I was rather certain the seal would work. Unless… Of course. You don't understand the language I'm speaking, do you? A lot can change in a thousand years."

I was growing frustrated as he continued to talk. I had just fought to save my world. Sacrificed everything. Now I was here. Helpless. Not able to move. Not able to speak. Not able to understand. Was he going to kill me? Was he trying to help me? I had no idea.

"Very well then. A different approach." The man's hands teleported in front of him.

The world shifted around me. I wasn't laying on my back staring at the sky anymore. Instead I could see a grassy clearing in the midst of a forest filled with trees so thick that even when I'd been an adult I wouldn't have been able to wrap my arms all the way around them. The strange trees weren't the only weird thing. The clearing itself was bizarre. Someone had taken black paint and smeared it along the grass in various patterns.

The man was in the clearing too, at the center of both the clearing and the large rune like drawings. A brush was in his hand and a wooden bowl of black paint was beside him. He was painting a baby with the brush, drawing black lines on their skin.

That was me. He was showing how he had brought me back. That baby was me.

The scene shifted and I was in a black void. In front of me was a baby. It grew rapidly, aging a year every five seconds. The baby was female, like me. When it reached its teens the scene shifted again.

The man was back and the teen was there too. The man gestured with his head, a beckoning motion. Then he walked away and the girl followed him.

Reality lurched again and I was back in the clearing, the pale man staring down at me.

It would be easy to see all of that and assume that I was just hallucinating, but before I had been in the body of a baby I had seen a lot. In my teens, I'd been a rather infamous supervillain. Later, I'd become a superhero. I was used to strange powers. The idea of being in a crafted illusion wasn't something new to me.

So I kind of got that the guy was trying to tell me how things were. He was explaining that he had resurrected me, that I would be growing up, and that he expected me to follow him. The thing that I didn't understand was why he thought I would go along with it. He hadn't explained that part. There had been no threat of pain and no promise of reward. No incentive at all really.

I tried to grasp what he was playing at. Why he was doing this?

The man's hand came up to his chin. A classic thinking pose. We were lucky, sometimes those sort of poses didn't cross cultural barriers. Or maybe were weren't. I already knew he was a cape. Given everything he'd shown so far it was clear his powers were varied enough that I couldn't rule out him being a Thinker.

"I have questions for you about the past, Kherpi. Many questions." Again speaking in a language I couldn't understand. "But how to show you that?"

I tried reaching out for insects again. I'd had my power disabled in the past, but the effect hadn't been permanent. I was hoping that it was the same here. That with a little time I'd go from a defenseless baby to a baby with the power to control every insect within a few hundred meters. Unfortunately, whatever had my power disabled hadn't weakened. It wasn't even like it had been when it was disabled either. Then, I'd at least been able to use my power subconciously.

The man's hands teleported in front of him again and my world lurched.

I was in a room with the man again and before us was a puzzle laid out on a large wooden table. It was the sort of puzzle where pieces had different shapes and you had to fit them together to make an image. Some of it was put together, showing a tapestry that showed the evolution of man. Other parts showed a woman spitting out a fireball and a man swinging a sword. The middle was empty though.

The man gestured toward me in the illusion. Not my viewpoint, but the teen girl that I knew he intended me to understand as myself. She moved forward and began putting the pieces together. It was clear that she already knew what pieces went where. There was one problem though. The pieces she was putting together were blank. There was no drawing on them.

After she snapped together a large section of the puzzle, the man set down paints and brushes. The teen reached out, picking them up, and then the world lurched again.

I was back in the clearing and the man was looking down at me still.

Again, I felt as if I understood what he was hoping for me to understand. He wasn't looking for me to follow him. He was looking for answers to questions that he thought I could help him with. Which explained why he had brought me here, but didn't explain why I would actually want to help him. I wasn't exactly getting a vibe from him that suggested that he was the sort of person I should trust.

His hands teleported again. This time the scene was of the sky. The sun rose then moved across the sky and set. It rose again. Then set. Faster and faster it rose and set until the days practically flickered by. Trees rose and fell around me. A river formed and then dried up. A fire raged by, leaving the area black. Then the black was rapidly overtaken by greenery again. Time passed, hundreds of years were whirling by in moments.

The message was obvious.

This man had resurrected me. He was from the future, the distant future, and he wanted answers about the past.

I came out of the illusion again in the clearing gurgling. I was happy. Relieved. We had won. We had saved the world and life had went on. People were still around on at least one Earth.

A thought occurred to me. He had resurrected me. If he could do that, well, then couldn't he resurrect others too?

The man smiled down at me. "Ku ku ku ku. Excited to work with me are you? And to think, Jiraya and Tsunade said that I wasn't good with kids. Well, their right of course. I have no intention of raising you. Not when I can let my enemies do it for me and gain another set of eyes and ears among the Leaf to boot."

The man's hand's teleported again and-