Sasuke SI, Born into Naruto

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A/N: I'm just trying this Self-Insert thing again, using my real-life personality however I won't be sharing more than 2-3 personal details. So, my most recent fanfic isn't an Self-Insert or anything like that, and that's why I want to see if I can have success with a story like my older fanfics (which have long since been deleted). I will repeat that this is a Self-Insert, so if you're not into that, you don't have to read it. I have said this like many have said before me.

As for love, Sakura's obsession is not there anymore, so there will be no pairings, sorry. It will come to light why I chose to take that crap out, since it's really unnecessary, and there will be a different ending to the Chunin Exams, and completely new arcs starting immediately after that. And, about where this is headed, for part one and two, it will have twists... like Naruto being a prodigy, but Sasuke being something different than what he was. I probably DON'T have the intelligence of a prodigy, which is the problem with making myself a prodigy in the first place.

That's it other than I will edit this sucker a little more later in the process. Have fun. OH and...

I don't own Naruto.

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HOOOOONNNKK...

What the...? My body! After waking up and bolting upright, I wondered, why was everything so much bigger than me...? When I sat up like it was an effort just to do that. Don't tell me... why is everything so weird? I knew something was wrong, because there were wooden bars surrounding my bed, which was VERY small by the way... kind of like... no wait. I tilted my head after examining them, and thought maybe this was a crib—? ...No, impossible.

I won't believe it, I was not a weird baby in some weird house full of weird things that looked like they had been drawn by a VERY good manga artist. This is just some weird dream. Everything seems as though it were strange in dreams, so maybe I was alright. Do you think that stopped me from figuring this out? Nope! I was fearless. I had to make a break for the door because I literally needed a mirror as though I might go mad.

Would I be able to see myself in one that was raised off the ground?I started to swing myself over the top, and a voice was creeping in by my ear.

"Sasuke... what's going on in here, you know my room is closest to yours down the hall..."

A little boy with a smile came in. He was small compared to door, but in this dream, I was smaller than him. Who was this kid? And why was he so much bigger, damnit... I pouted. I was still trying to get what I was seeing. Maybe that car wreck wasn't a bad dream... I remembered the honking, and the blood pooling from the car metal that my spliced body, my life flashing before my eyes. Then I saw myself, before I started floating upward. Maybe I was going to heaven in my dream? However, from seeing pictures I remembered from a manga, the young boy was Itachi... I knew his name from the Manga called "Naruto." But was this really him? He had a big smile. Who was I? Did he say Sasuke?

The boy Itachi tilted his head and stroked his chin. "I see you're trying the Escape Technique. That very easy for you do to... you're a natural for getting juice boxes in the middle of the night, but mom and dad are sleeping, and I'll stay here until they come, I'll bar you from leaving."

"'Tachi?" I said.

"Oh! When did you learn to say my name little brother?"

Ohh fuuu... god help me. I'm the last Uchiha in this dream—it's not like it mattered though, unless he wanted to kill me—I wish he would, then I'd wake up. I tried to act normally, and took my leg down. But something was different about Itachi, all things considered. His eyes didn't show a ruthless killer. Still, that's never what he was meant to be in the first place. They didn't even show his regular ornery glow that Sasuke would always receive. His eyes were too innocent, and loving...

I stood in my crib. This kid was getting on my nerves... there's no way Itachi would let Sasuke run unless he wanted to. I might very well be Sasuke, all things considered. There's no place like home... there's no place like... aww darn, I give. I'll never get back to Earth.

"Sasuke, you know you're not allowed out of your room at night." said a voice, this time female.

I assumed this was my mother Mikoto. I hoped I was still dreaming, Fugaku and Mikoto were always sheltering, yet very tough parents that didn't take crap from little kids. Not that was, but a was now.

My mom and dad came in. My father Fugaku yawned as he smiled, and my mother Mikoto put her hands on her hips. They were all wearing night clothing, my mother a big nightshirt, and my father a silk bathrobe with boxers coming out the bottom. They both looked rather pleased all things considered... I was very tired of standing, so I sat.

My father yawned again. "Alright, time for bed everyone." said father.

"Aren't you going to do something, Fugaku?" said mother.

"He's sat down, he's fine."

"Fugaku!"

"Alright, dear. Go to bed Sasuke... you can have all the juice boxes you want in the morning."

"That's not helping the problem, you know he can get up any time he wants now."

I blew the top of my hair, this was ridiculous... everyone left my room and somehow, everyone was happy, even my mother, who was just being a tough parent. This dream was nice... right? Maybe if my real family on earth was this nice, maybe I'd forget all about this dream in the morning, and I would be stuck with the memory of leaving this place.

I forged my own path, but I wasn't all alone.

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In the morning, I figured out this wasn't a dream. I woke up, immediately checked the room with my eyes... and to no surprise was still in the same weird crib, in the same weird room, with the same weird ass stuff. And no, this person body that I was in, it was not mine. I had read stories on the internet about how little Gary-stu, or worse, little Mary-sue, literally became stuck in the body of baby or toddler and grew up in their favorite manga. Not to say I was just any Gary-stu off the streets, which I don't plan on being—not just any toddler, I was a little boy of the name, "Sasuke Uchiha..."

Then again, though this is contradicting, my body and purpose dictated where I was going to be in life, if I didn't forge ahead, and if I didn't know better. Life is made up of mistakes and wrong turns... I knew I couldn't be fated to lose to Naruto, I'm not even sure though if Sasuke would be the same.

Mother took me into the living room and got some toys out of the toybox for me and my brother. "Come on, let's play." said Itachi.

"Not until you do your stretches! Ninja need to be agile and limber when they go to school for the first time. Ninja aren't simple soldiers with little to no training." said mother.

"Is that today?" said Itachi, looking panicked and put his hands to his head. "I haven't even got my school supplies..."

"No, you have until March, but that's no excuse..." my mother giggled.

"I'm going to work, have a nice day, my lovely wife and children." said my dad happily.

Father was dressed in none other than the Ninja attire. I was two halves short of a walnut right now... my father, a ninja... my brother, going to the Academy for the first time... and me, being only about 18 months old. Plus, this all happened in the world of "Naruto"! I am freaking hating my life so far. But it appears that I wasn't the main character, Naruto himself. This wasn't right, this was more than something I didn't seem to see.

I didn't know why I was here, living a life that wasn't even mine... my name wasn't even Sasuke. Everyone seemed so happy though! They seemed so complacent in their own stupidity, and didn't know that I was living among them as a 21-year-old, stuck in a body of an 18-month-old that would witness their deaths, one day...

I guess I'd have to let it go for now...

My mom made me stand, and she began to stretch with us, like a yoga instructor with all the flexibility and poise of one. As a baby, if figured out was easy to touch my toes and even do advanced poses that Itachi and my mother were doing. "Uh-uh, Sasuke, these are too hard..." My mother looked shocked when she saw me do a pose that Itachi and her were doing, and doing it rather well.

"Well, mom, he seems to be a natural at copying me."

Itachi winked, I giggled like the baby I was. It was funny though, since the Uchiha Clan was known for that.

"Oh... Itachi..."

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... The days continued from there. From time to time I'd play with chakra, just to see how much I could use before I got tired. Surprisingly, that was a long time, and my parents and brother were excited, rather than concerned. This was not just because I was playing with chakra... the ways I used it were very interesting I was using it. Also, all toddlers that show 'promise' usually played with chakra often, to explore things about being a ninja in more innocent ways.

I used to stick blocks and other toys together or to my hand, which is the normal Naruto-world toddlers would do. But When my brother and I would use playing cards for games, which some that were highly complex for a 20-month-old toddler and needed dexterity enough to hold cards, we would play all day, and I would even use chakra to stick my cards together so they would fall out of my chubby hands. And when I would use spoons and forks like most Japanese toddlers do, I would use my chakra to hold to them, though usually my mom slapped my hand. Sometimes, I used so much chakra that I turned my red sippy cup blue.

We continued to do "stretching yoga," as I called it, and every morning we'd do them. I'd have to get up at 7:00 when Itachi started The Academy, a ninja school in the world of Naruto. I already wasn't a morning person, at least not at 7 am.

At 2 years and beyond, I could speak very well, but only because I lacked the motor coordination before. Father and Itachi, when they would come home missions, and that's when Itachi and I started training with father. We would select things that would be easier for me, but that didn't mean father didn't push us to do things... my father seemed to say, "You're a natural, Sasuke," a lot, but my brother would get jealous. Only because I had the intellect of an adult... I'd probably do okay in my first years of the Academy, but I was already lacking in the physical realm of things and even when learning and exploring new, confusing things.

But soon, I shifted from sloppy fighter, to a Taijutsu enthusiast. Hopefully later it would be Taijutsu master. I loved fighting my brother, because father already said I was doing better than him in close-combat fighting than he was at that age. Itachi usually won though, due to his Sharingan and superior abilities, which my father took notice of when we were fighting. But even me without my Sharingan, I had become a little stronger than he was when he was my age.

Eventually, I turned 6. This was the moment of truth... where everything would go smoothly. I was so nervous to start The Academy... I hadn't been studying 10 of the hundred Shinobi Sayings, and my reading was poor. They used Japanese Syllabaries and Kanji, but I knew English and saying things Japanese was hard until much later. Hearing things was a different story, since already had the innate ability from Sasuke, not necessarily me being around Japanese. I learned how to speak a whole different language in 6 months, like I was bilingual. But reading it was even more hard. You're supposed to learn how to use the Hiragana and Katakana by your first day of the Academy.

But... it didn't go well. I barely passed. After this, I thought fell short of my father's respect. When I told him, my head looking down... after I said, "I barely passed," with a great big smile, he said.

"Wonderful, Sasuke... you've done good."

I was a little confused, but then I learned my father was a truly happy man, and I awakened my Sharingan. I wanted to do better, but already had my father on my side.

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A/N: Okay, so, really... I'm cutting it short so I can do different things next time. I forgot to mention this it Nonmassacre. I'm sorry for the big cut, I apologize—I will explain everything in the next few chapters.

Anyway, hope you like it :)