Hey, so I just felt like writing a SI/OC insert because I've read a lot and they seem cool. If you notice anything that I mess up or have any suggestions, just tell me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Huh, that hurt. I don't think I'm dead, after all I am still able to think and I can feel something constricting around my body. I can't see though. This is probably a dream.

"Arghhhhhh!" Yup, definitely a dream. After all, I'm usually not greeted to screams of pain when I wake up.

Can't say that falling off the side of a cliff is that fun. It hurt, a lot. I'm pretty sure I broke my leg halfway down, that sucked. I wonder if I'll be able to walk again. At least I can use that as an excuse to be even lazier. Maybe I'll even get a motorized wheelchair to zoom around in, that'd be cool.

Another scream rings out, followed by muffled yelling in another language.

I have to say, this is the weirdest dream I've been in. My mind has outdone itself this time. Top notch work, really. Incredibly detailed, you know with the pitch black background and the pitch black lighting and the pitch black everything. The convulsing walls that suffocate me are a good touch though. Maybe I'll pinch myself to see if it's really a dream… Oh wait, I can't move my arms. Another brilliant detail to really bring this perfect dream together.

Looking back at my injury (not death), I'm not too proud of myself. The last thing I caught in my eye before the tumble (not death) was the little old lady hiking in front of us and two little kids, how embarrassing. I always figured my first major life-threatening experience (not death) would come from something stupid.

Sure, if you're 80 and using a cane, walking on a straight path is relatively simple. However, if you're at the ripe age of 20, you're screwed. Might as well not even bother to stay away from the edge, cause you're going over either way, straight en route to a hospital visit (not death).

Well, this'll take a while.

-Line Break No Jutsu-

It didn't take a while. A few moments after those fateful thoughts. I'm popped right out of the darkness into a room full of blinding light and deafening noises. And if that seems normal, I'm suddenly lifted up by what I can only assume are giant hands. I can finally understand why Titans in Attack on Titan are so terrifying.

Naturally, I do the only thing that make sense at the moment. I freak the fuck out.

See, that's the nice thing about dreams, no one is there to judge you when you start screaming your head off like a baby. It seems my dream agrees with me, because no one around me seems to care about my sudden outburst.

Once I calm down, a long process I assure you, I slowly open my eyes to observe the new world around me. I'm being held by what I assume to be a women and all around me are what I assume to be nurses or doctors. It also seems my dream didn't think to equip me with contacts or god forbid, 20/20 vision, because I can't see shit.

I can hear cooing from multiple directions and a comforting humming from the women, who I've dubbed as humanoid shaped blob #1, which is about all I can make out about her. Along with that is shouting in another language that certainly isn't English, sweet.

Slowly, as I try to make sense of everything around me, try being the key word, my senses begin to dull and I feel weariness wash over me. They say if you fall asleep in a dream, you'll wake up in the real world. I hope that's what happens, cause I'll take a broken body over being a baby.

-Line Break No Jutsu-

The second time I wake up, the room is dark and a baby is screaming right next to my bed. Oh how I wish I could duct tape his mouth shut. I quickly fall back to sleep.

-Line Break No Jusu-

The third time I awake I'm greeted by Blob #1, who I've pieced together as my dreams version of "mom", and the newly christened Blob #2, my "dad".

They look like average people. Blob #1 has brown hair and is short. She is even wearing what looks to be a dress. However, that's about all my blurred vision can tell. Blob #2 is decked out in a sweet pair of sunglasses and what I can only assume is a large coat. He's taller than Blob #1 and looks to be around average height, based on the doctors and nurses running by in the window.

The language, I figured out, is Japanese. It seems my many binges of anime weren't for nothing. Another realization is that I am indeed a baby, and I indeed managed to experience birth firsthand. I hope like most babies, I forget that experience.

The Blobs are brought into the room by a nurse and Blob #1 wraps me in a blanket and cradles me in her arm. She immediately puts her finger in front of me and goads it around for me to catch. Huh, a challenge. I scrunch my face up in concentration and valiantly attempt to lift my arms, which are trapped by the blanket.

Traitors, I think while glaring at them. I must've looked cute in my fury, because it sparks a joy filled laugh from the women and she pulls me closer to her face. I stare into her eyes, which are a beautiful shade of blue by the way, and break into a grin. I'd like to think I'm a pretty cute baby. At this she plants a kiss on my forehead.

"Kaa-chan" she says while pointing to herself. "Tou-san" she says while pointing to Blob #2.

"Hirohiko" She says pointing at me.

-Line Break No Jutsu-

When we make it to their house, it finally hits me. I died (death). This isn't a dream. I'm not going to wake up and I'm certainly not going to see my family again. I'm not going to graduate college, marry, have kids.

Strangely enough, I'm fine with this. The women carries me into the house, and here I am. Home.

Home. Often when I'm on vacation, I'll call the hotel we stay at home. I've even called a tent I spent a week camping in home once, much to everyone's confusion. I tend throw the term around lightly, but for once, this is actually serious.

I scream, I kick, I do every possible thing imaginable to get out. I spit and try to bite her soothing hand with my teeth-less gums. I squirm around and try to flail around my useless arms.

Finally, I cry. I don't wail, I weep.

-Line Break No Jutsu-

My new house is weird. I think I've been here around a week, thoughts are hard to put together as I drift in and out of sleep often.

The women that is my new mom is always there. She's sweet. Always making sure I'm well fed, always comforting me when I cry. She has certainly earned my gratitude.

She carries me around the house often. She whispers to me. I can't understand a thing but her tone is comforting and I love every minute of it. Perhaps I'm just longing for the mother I've lost. She shows me the kitchen, my room, and even a big window opening up to what looks to be a forest. To me, it looks like a blurry mess of green and brown. I really need glasses.

These tours help to relieve the boredom, but never truly take it away. I went from living a life of constant entertainment to one where lifting up my head to look around is a struggle. Currently, I'm about as mobile as a potato.

She sets me down and I take time to observe the room around me for what seems like the 20th time today. The ceiling is white and boring. The walls are a nice shade of blue, but that's all it is, a color. The bedding I'm in is comfy and I can easily fall asleep in it, yet that doesn't help someone that just napped for a majority of the day. I can't smell anything and the only thing I've tasted in this life is milk.

That leaves the sound, oh god the sound. I noticed it when I was carried home next to Blob #2. A slight buzzing, a few clicks once and a while. Definitely insects. I chalked that up at first to be the town around us.

Then we got home. I didn't notice it at first, but once I was settled down it became a constant companion. The clicking, scraping, and buzzing which seemed to inhabit every room of the house. They really needed to invest in some raid because this infestation was bad.

Never mind the fact I haven't seen a single bug, I could hear them everywhere. No doubt my parents knew about it, I'm sure some of the women's whisperings were explaining what they were.

Now, don't get me wrong, insects are cool and all. I was fascinated with all types of biology in my past life. I enjoyed learning everything I could about animals and how different each were. I would watch videos and read books.

The part about insects which fascinated me were their societies. A bee's hive or an ant's colony. How such a complex hierarchy and society could be made by such small creatures was incredible. However, despite the fact that they interested me, I was still extremely creeped out by them.

So learning that my entire house, where I'm stuck by the way, was full of something scared the hell out of me.

But by now I was used to them, they were a part of this life. Just like the women (I refuse to call her mom or Kaa-chan) and Blob #2, who conveniently had not been seen since our arrival to the house. Maybe he was spending his time investing in a house sized bug zapper. One could hope.

-Line Break No Jutsu-

A loud buzzing wakes me up from my nap. I crack an eye open and glare at the man in front of me.

Blob #2 in all his glory decided this was a good time to visit his child. No, it couldn't have been midday or perhaps late afternoon. It had to be bright and early in the morning, interrupting a dream where I could not only see properly, but also move more than an inch. Oh how the simplicities of my past life would be a treasure here.

I begrudgingly allow the man to pick me up and carry me towards the kitchen. I better be getting some food out of this. That seems like that is the only thing I can look forward to in this life.

The kitchen is occupied by the women, who Blob #2 carries me over to. She brightens up at the sight of us, first giving a quick kiss to Blob #2 and then grabbing me and spinning me around in a tight hug.

Her face then sobers up and she turns to Blob #2. She says something I can only assume to be a question. Blob #2 responds and they quickly get into a deep discussion.

Meanwhile, the resident baby is stuck wondering what the hell is going on. I try to glean some info from Blob #2's face, but am quickly distracted by a few bugs which seem to appear from somewhere around him.

One even flurries up to me. It gets close enough to where I can actually see it and I'm suddenly able to pick out all the small, twitching legs, the antennas, and the big eyes.

What are these people doing! I give a frightened wail and try to squirm away from the animal. I don't know how educated these people are on caring for a kid, but letting some random bug close to their newborn was not a good idea.

It could have a contagious disease, like Small Pox or the Black Death. I may have just entered this life, but little ol me ain't try to leave it. I like being alive, and dying sucks.

This spurs a laugh from the women and a deep chuckle from Blob #2. Oh, they thinks this funny. I wonder who'll be laughing when I finally get some mobility in this body and can wreak havoc.

Blob #2 holds out his finger and the bug calmly flies over to it and lands. He then crouches down and says something in Japanese to me. Don't these people know I can't understand a word they say? Hell, I took 5 years of Spanish in school and still can't understand native speakers.

He then turns back to the women, says a few words, before turning back to me again. He clumsily picks me up and props me in his arm. I suppose I'll give him a pass this time, but he better be working on his baby handling skills because it feels like I'm resting on a bed of rocks.

I'm too busy complaining to notice us walking out of the room and only barely catch the door opening, leading us outside.

I immediately focus and try to pay attention to the yard surrounding our house. I can't make out much, stupid eyes, but I seem to have found where all the insects were hiding. At different spots around the house, there seems to insects lazily flying around what looks to be a few nests.

Nothing I didn't expect, after all Blob #2 is the one that can somehow call out insects to terrorize his kid. We continue along a path, getting deeper and deeper into the wooded area. The buzzing seems to get louder, yet I still have no idea where we're going. So I wait, and wait, and wait.

The walk seems to take forever, with each step getting closer and closer to the loud cluster of insects. Seriously, if this is where I'll be living I'll need to invest in some ear plugs, ASAP.

We finally reach another building or wall. Greeting us look to be another group of men. They are each wearing sunglasses and oversized coats, seems like Blob #2 isn't the only weirdo in this neighborhood. I'm sweating right now and all I got are thin pajamas, don't know how they can stand the heat.

They exchange hushed words before opening the large doors ominously. I'm then taken forward by Blob #2 and placed on an elevated stone at the center of the garden. Blob #2 makes sure I am resting comfortably, before joining his coated brethren outside the walled off area.

Oh great, I've been born into some sacrificial cult that worships insects. It's always the normal ones that are the cuckoos, although I should've expected this from Blob #2. He probably was too busy prepping the room for the new sacrifice to visit me at home. Speak of the devil, I notice a lone insect like his seemingly hovering around the vicinity of my altar.

Well, can't say it's been a good life, because it hasn't been much of a life. My new mom was pretty cool for all 5ish days that I've known her. But, I'll admit, at least I wasn't born into a dull or strict family. I'll take being sacrificed as a baby over a 5pm curfew or not getting a phone till college.

As the bug nears, I say my last goodbyes and throw a quick prayer up to whoever put me in this situation.

Please, just let me stay dead this time. I'd prefer that over being sacrificed or being birthed again.

Going through death once before makes it a lot easier to accept the second time. Also only living for 5 days instead of 20 years helps.

With my final goodbyes said and acceptance in my heart, I turn my head to the lone bug. It hovers closer and closer, before quickly 180ing and zooming back into the forest.

Hmm, I don't think that is supposed to happen. I guess everyone else is just as confused as I am because no one moves a muscle. Hah, it seems their plan won't work on me. My hopes are quickly crushed by another bug coming close, but it too turns around quickly.

I lay there for a while longer, cursing whoever prolonged this. I notice a few other bugs near, but none get even remotely close to the spot the first did. They all seem to vary slightly, some in size and others in color, but none seem to want to have anything to do with me.

As it goes on, I start to get impatient. Like, at least my first death was quick. At the rate we're going, I'll fall asleep and completely miss whatever ritual I'm involved in.

And like a ray of sunshine from heaven, one lone insect decides to go where no bug has gone before. I'm initially excited, but then it starts to glow. And if I've learned one thing from Fallout, it's that if it glows, I'm screwed.

I take a deep breath as the creature nears and clench my eyes shut. I wait for awhile, pleading for the dastardly animal to hurry up and do it.

When it seems unwilling, I peek one eye open and study the bug hovering right above my face. It looks to be a normal firefly, nothing special. What sets it apart, however, is the uncanny way it seems to observe me, like I'm some hospital patient or a nice slab of ribs.

It lands on my head and stays there for a while. Studying and dissecting me, as if it's judging something deep within me.

Whatever it was looking at doesn't seem to impress it as it takes flight and goes back into the garden, or so I thought.

Not a moment later, it returns followed by a large group of other fireflies, twinkling in and out like a set of Christmas lights. They begin to near and swarm around me. Despite what the song says, being hugged by 10 million fireflies, or however many there were, is terrifying. Seriously, its on par to being birthed.

Before I can even begin to ponder my impending doom via fireflies, Blob #2 joins us and a stream of insects seem to flow out his sleeve. They hover around the fireflies' swarm before quickly returning to Blob #2's coat.

What the fuck.

And if I thought it couldn't get any weirder, he starts whipping through Naruto hand signs.

Now I'd like to say I was quite the shinobi in my past life. I knew the hand signs to Chidori and Fireball Jutsu and could do them decently fast. But compared to the huge nerd Blob #2 is, I might as well have been going at snail's pace. This man has got it down to a T.

I can barely see the signs as his hands blur together. He even completes the motion by yelling something out, followed by the word "Jutsu". This doesn't look good.

As luck would have it, my father's outstretched hand is coming right towards me.

It makes contact. My skins starts to sear up and I feel my body being set ablaze. At the same time, I feel an almost water wash through the inside of my body. As if that's not enough, it feels like drills are piercing me at multiple spots in my body and holes open up to the air in their places. Despite the pain, it feels like my body has been freed of some barrier, like whatever Blob #2 did was necessary for me at a genetic level.

I quickly black out.

Ayyyyyyyyy, so that's it. I decided to choose an Aburame because I didn't want something cliché. I wanted something original and different. While thinking I realized this was one of the weirdest things in Naruto, so it would be super freaky to a normal person.

I had to take some liberties with how an Aburame gets their insects because the only info I found was that it was at birth. I figured being born with insects is super weird, along with being born with a pre-made nest in you, so it'd have to be a short time after. I hoped you like my rendition of Hirohiko getting his colony.

If you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, be sure to ask them and I'll take them into consideration. Every bit of support helps.

Thanks for reading, see ya.