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My death was relatively quick, although painless by no means. All that I knew was that a crazy person with a gun had infiltrated my high school. Everyone in my third period language arts class was huddled in the far corner of the room with lights off. I was sitting next to my best friend, Randi. Randi was a small girl with short, shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes.

"Hey," she whispered softly to me,"Do you think they'll come here?" she asked, fear clearly showing in her face.

"Don't worry, Randi," I whispered back as quietly as she'd spoken,"As long as I'm here nothing bad will happen to you."

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. Someone obviously wanted inside. One of my classmates yelped and stared at the entryway fearfully, I knew that everyone was scared, it was probably impossible not to be.

There was a slight lull in the banging, and then with one huge one, the meager protection of the wooden door gave way and a young man walked in, a crazed expression in his eyes, a gun in his hand. The sad thing was that I recognized him. I'd always seen him getting pushed around in the halls and he always sat by himself at lunch. I had wanted to talk to him, but my own shyness got in the way.

He looked at the class, toward the direction of Randi and me. I figured out that he was going to shoot this way as soon as I saw who was sitting in front of us. It was the ringleader of the people that bullied the kid. The ringleader, whose name was Tony, figured it out a split second before I did. He jumped out of the way of the bullet just as it was fired. This left Randi in prime position to take a bullet to the chest.

I acted instinctively, my body moving forward of its own free will. In an epic movie style second, I jumped in front of my friend, there was a little explosion of blood and I felt a sharp pain to my chest. I figured that the bullet must have hit a few centimeters from my heart. I wasn't dead yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time, I could already feel blood coursing out from the wound. Really, I just wanted it to be over, to have sweet unconsciousness free me from this unholy pain.

I looked up at Randi, who was sitting over me, her eyes welling with tears. With my last bit of strength, I managed to give her a weak smile, then said,"Well, I guess I managed to keep my promise."

That just made her cry harder, but I had no idea. The world was already fading around me, and the pain was starting to disappear. All that I could think was, why me?

(...)

Needless to say, I was extremely surprised when I woke up. What? I thought, I thought that I was dead. Anyway, where am I?

I attempted to turn my head to observe my surroundings, but found my neck muscles to weak. I also noticed other things, I felt different somehow, like I was smaller. Then, I noticed something else, there were wooden bars around me that opened up at the top. I tried to reach up to touch them, but found my hands securely bound by a blanket. I was starting to grow frustrated, how could I figure out where I was if I couldn't move?

That's when it hit me. It seemed so obvious. First, I'd died, now I felt smaller, and I was in a tiny wooden prison, it was almost like a crib. Well, I guessed that I'd finally figured out what happens after you die, you get reborn, although I thought that there was a bug in the system with me. I didn't believe that it was exactly normal to remember all your past experiences.

Now that I'd figured this out, a wave of questions started forming in my head. What was my name? Who were my parents? What section of the world was I in? Would I have to learn another language? What was school going to be like? Who was my new best friend going to be? The questions continued pouring from my mind until my infant body couldn't handle all the excitement. I fell asleep thinking wonderful thoughts of my new life.

(...)

I woke up to the sound of a door being opened. Again, I briefly wondered where I was, then remembered my revelation from before. Instantly, the questions started welling back up in my mind. It was at that time that I got two and a half of my questions answered. The first was who my mom was. I had to say that she was quite beautiful. She had pale lavender eyes, and gorgeous long hair that was the color of liquid moonlight.

I stared up at her in awe as she picked me up. Then, somewhat expectantly, she started speaking to me in another language. I mentally thanked my obsession with anime in my previous life as I recognized the language as Japanese. So, apparently I was going to have to learn a new language, but that was fine with me, I'd always wanted to learn the language. That also answered the question as to where in the word I was, Japan, obviously. Although, at that point, I had no idea how wrong I was.

My new mother had just sat down in a chair and was holding me and talking to me though I had no idea what she was saying. Then, she started rocking me back and forth in her arms and singing a soft, soothing, lullaby. Pretty soon, I was laying fast asleep in her arms.

(...)

I woke up again the next day, but this time, instead of just one person being in the room, there were two. My new mother was there, holding me in her arms, as well as a man that assumed to be my new father. He had jet-black hair, and green eyes. In looking at his main features, I failed to notice a few important details. The foremost being the headband tied around his forehead, or as I knew them to be, hitai-ate. I stared at it for a few seconds, I had recognized the symbol immediately, the symbol of Konoha, of the leaf.

He was also wearing the most common outfit of the shinobi of the leaf. It was the green Chunin jacket with black underneath. So, either my new father was a great cosplayer, or I was in the Naruto universe. If I could have, I would have squealed with joy. Instead, I just laughed and lifted my chubby hands into the air, touching his face with them. Both of my parents' faces lit up with smiles as they started laughing along with me.

(...)

It was what I assumed to be a few months later, and I was quite bored. One of the downsides of being reborn was being incapable of doing anything for yourself. I was also filled with angst. The most pressing matter at hand was when in the Naruto storyline I had ended up in. Somewhat unfortunately, I was about to get my answer that night.

Suddenly, I felt a huge tremor, and the loud roar of some beast. I felt my eyes widen just a little bit. Could it be...? I thought.

Then, I heard shouting from down below. It was my parents. Just like that, my suspicions were confirmed as I heard the word Kyuubi several times. It was October 10th, Naruto's birthday, the day of the nine tails attack, and the day Minato and Kushina died.

I heard a rapid flurry of footsteps on stairs, and the door to my room flew open. Mother burst through it and grabbed me. I figured that we were evacuating the village before the nine tails could reach us. Although, I was pretty sure we were safe. Our house seemed to be on the outskirts of the village, an area where the kitsune hadn't really wrecked.

Mother ran to the door of the balcony, yes, I had a balcony, and I had been very excited about it when I'd first seen it, and jumped down to the forest floor below the house. She ran with me in her arms through the forest, and to an unknown location to me where civilians were being evacuated. We reached the area, there were already quite a few people there, as well as some ninja to protect the civilians if need be.

Then, I spotted someone I recognized. No way! I thought. One of the ninja guarding us was none other than Kakashi Hatake. Of course, he was younger at this point in time and as only a few people knew, part of the ANBU. I knew that he'd been forbidden to fight Kurama, but I hadn't expected the Great Copycat Ninja to be here of all places. This, of course, made me wonder where the other senseis were right now. I had seen a girl that could have possibly been Kurenai here as well, but I wasn't entirely certain if it was her or not.

Unexpectedly, the Kyuubi, which could be see above the tops of the trees disappeared. I knew what had happened, but no one else did. It was almost time for Minato and Kushina to die, and the newborn Naruto to become an orphan. The sadness of the situation hit me, and I started bawling.

Mother looked down at me in surprise, this was the first time that I'd cried. Shaking off her surprise, she started to soothe me. I started to feel my eyelids grow heavy as I fell into sleep.

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