Yamanaka Natsumi.

My name is Yamanaka Natsumi.

I used to be known as Allysha, but I suppose Natsumi isn't too terrible either. I believe at age four is when my new life truly began.

When I was four, I began chakra control exercises.

When I was four, my parents died in the war, leaving me an orphan with no immediate family.

When I was four, a man named Namikaze Minato single-handedly ended the Third Shinobi World War. I knew this man. I knew the Yamanaka Clan. I knew Naruto. I knew every single one of these people. I'd seen them all before.

I'd seen them all in my past life.

Being reincarnated into a 'fictional' world is a little...absurd, but I assure you, it's not exactly a paradise for me either. In just moments, I'd lost everyone important to me, and maybe I was supposed to adapt to this new life, but it wasn't quite working. I had nobody. I was actually adopted by the clan head, Inoichi, since he didn't have a child yet. I suspect he will try to produce a heir soon. A pale blond fangirl he would name Ino.

He taught me chakra control exercises, since I was too young to do any clan techniques. I was supposed to try holding a leaf to my forehead and my fingers, which kept me occupied before I was sent to the academy. I was quickly accustoming to their language, but still getting used to being called Natsumi-chan. I wasn't Allysha anymore. I was Yamanaka Natsumi.

I am not sure if I like this.

When I was four, they found out that I was a mutant.

My adoptive family seemed to understand my qualities of genius. While the clan head was out doing missions, his wife (she insisted that I call her kaa-chan) would teach me chakra control exercises to help me prepare for the Yamanaka clan techniques. It's already been a few months, and today, I had leaves covering me from head to toe.

Airi giggled at me. "Natsu, you're so funny!" She sat down on the floor in my room. "I think I can teach you a clan technique now."

I perked up instantly.

She smiled gently and pulled out a teddy bear. "Now, try to put your mind inside this teddy bear. I'm sure you can do it."

I nodded and wrapped my chakra around the teddy bear, forming the appropriate hand seal and attempting to put my mind inside the teddy bear and make it stand up.

I succeeded halfway.

I made the teddy bear stand up and walk around, which made Airi smile at the bear. "Good job, Natsu."

"Natsumi's over here," I responded to her from my own body, waving. She froze. "...You're in your own body?"

I nodded.

"How are you controlling the bear?" She pointed a shaky finger at the moving stuffed animal.

"You said to put Natsumi's mind in there. So she told it to move, and it did," I explained. "...Was that wrong?"

She seemed a little shaken up, but gave me a reassuring smile. "No. Normally, Yamanaka lose control of their own bodies while they go inside of the other one. I guess your techniques are...unique."

That's just a nice way of saying 'You're a mutant'.

"Well, let's wait until your tou-chan gets home, hmm?" She messed up my short blond hair, snorting when I wailed in protest. "We can tell him about your achievement."

She played shogi with me until tou-chan came home, and then she said stuff to him in hushed whispers. I didn't bother trying to listen, but they approached me and sat next to me. Airi pulled me onto her lap and stroked my hair.

"Natsu…" Airi began, "How would you like to do what your daddy does?"

"Ninja?" I tilted my head. Airi replied, "No. I mean, being the leader of all the Yamanaka. Doesn't that sound cool?"

...Clan head?

"Not blood born child," I protested, but Inoichi held a finger to his lips. When I quieted, he continued. "You're still our daughter, Natsu. From what your mother told me, you have a unique form of the clan kekkei genkai where you can control things without possessing them."

"...Not good leader," I retorted. "Natsumi wants a little sister."

"Little sister?" Airi appeared to consider it. "Why?"

"Little sister," I repeated. "Natsumi wants a little sister."

The two adults exchanged glances and sighed. "The elders wouldn't approve anyway," Inoichi muttered, and ruffled my hair. "Well, it's fine. Don't worry about it, Natsu. You'll get a little brother or sister soon anyway."

"She will?" Airi wiggled her eyebrows, and Inoichi shoved her face away. "Shut up, you dirty woman."

Airi smacked him. "No naughty language in front of Natsu!"

Inoichi cradled his head and whimpered. I giggled and crawled onto his lap, hugging him. "Tou-chan."

He hugged me tightly, comical tears streaming from his face. "Natsu-chaaan!"

This is...a family?

I didn't think it could be so warm.

When I was four, I started to adapt to my new life.

In my past life, my 'family' had only been related by blood, if the bruises and cuts on my skin were any indication. My mother was an alcoholic who abused me and her boyfriend did not care, so I was pretty much used to having my head shoved under water until I passed out or the pain of a beating searing across my skin.

This family was different.

We weren't directly related by blood, but my new mother wasn't cruel. She wasn't abusive or cruel or sadistic; she was kind and caring. When I got something wrong, she ruffled my hair and told me to try again. She was always confused as to why I flinched when she lifted out her hand, though.

Inoichi wasn't some couch potato who lazed about in front of the television with a bottle of beer in his hands. He was out most of the day and working hard at the T&I Program. He didn't yawn and tell me to keep your big mouth shut when I made too much noise; he would simply ask me to keep it down a little.

I liked this family.

I liked this family a lot more than I did my last.

When I was four, I learned that my status as the clan head's adopted daughter didn't sit well with others.

Many respected that Inoichi had adopted me and greeted me kindly in the hallway.

The rest of the adults (and a few of the elders) would accidentally knock me over or spit on me when nobody else was around. Those few also told their children about how I was an outsider and they shouldn't play with me. So their genin children started bullying a four-year-old when nobody was around.

I was used to it.

I was used to being thrown around and pounded, so I just curled up into a ball until it was done. Even if I were old enough to stand up to them, I wouldn't have. They obviously needed to have a punching bag to relieve their stress, like my previous mother. Then, when my adoptive parents asked where I got my bruises, I lied that I had been chasing a butterfly around and fell.

"On the side of your neck?" Airi would ask suspiciously.

"Natsumi is very clumsy. She will try not to next time."

I was just a little angel, so my parents would give me a hot bath, some ointment, and send me to bed early. They were too naïve to keep an eye on me, as I had always insisted that I was fine.

Always.

When I was five, word had gotten out to the clan that I could control non-living things without sending my mind there.

The people who respected me congratulated me and a few gave me presents.

The others weren't too happy. They chose to ignore my power and focus on one word: different.

I was different. I had a chakra mutation.

They didn't care that I was still a child; the adults and children were jealous. They were jealous that after a tragedy happened to my parents, the clan head comes along and adopts me, to bring me a new lifestyle of 'joy and happiness'.

That's not it, I wanted to tell them. My life isn't perfect either.

I'm just like you.

I only did what I always did when they beat me.

I curled up into a ball, accepted it, and cried.

I don't remember much from the stage past my scandal, just mostly black and blue and red on my pale skin. My clothes to hid them a majority of the time, but sometimes limping or wincing would give away my injuries to my parents. I always assured them that I was fine, so they never went past that.

I think maybe, just maybe, a tiny part of me wished that they had enough time to care for me.

But I knew that I'd never have told anyone. I never told anyone about being beat or hurt. I never told anyone anything about my true self. You can't burden others with yourself, my previous mother used to say whenever I fought back against her. Just shut up and do whatever helps them the most.

Airi and Inoichi needed their alone time to produce a heir. They also had to manage a clan on their own.

I would not interfere in their life (more than I already had) with all my baggage.

I remember a certain day when Airi took me outside the compound. It was the first time I had seen the village, and she wanted to take me shopping. Then, we ran into one of her friends and her child.

"Mikoto!"

"Airi! What a pleasant surprise!" The lady seemed to be surprised when she saw me. "I didn't know you and Inoichi…" she wiggled her eyebrows, and Airi groaned. "Don't. And, no, we didn't. Natsumi is adopted."

"G-good morning," I greeted her like a four-year-old would. Mikoto patted my head. "Good morning, sweetie. I was just out shopping with my darling son. You should help Itachi make a friend! How old are you?"

"Natsumi is four," I informed her.

"So is Itachi," Mikoto assured me. "I'm sure you two will get along just fine."

I remembered Itachi as the one who would, nine years later, massacre his clan. I forgot the reason he did it, though.

What I did recall from the anime was that Itachi was a sweet boy, but I can remember and tell you the first thing he ever said to me. He was clutching his mother's dress and peeking out from behind her legs. He said:

"You talk weird."

Love you too, sunshine.

Wasn't he just a ball of politeness?

To emphasize my embarrassment, I hid behind Airi and whimpered. She sighed. "Itachi doesn't know how to get the ladies."

Mikoto scoffed. "Please, he'll be a girl magnet by the time he's...what, twelve? Itachi here is a prodigy, you know."

"So is Natsumi!" Airi bragged shamelessly.

"We should arrange study dates for them," Mikoto challenged. "See who's smarter."

"You're on, Mikoto! Tomorrow at noon?"

"Deal!"

The two women shook hands, fire blazing in their eyes. Airi took my hand and stomped away from the Uchiha to shop somewhere else, while Mikoto did the same. I remember Itachi waved at me and I was pulled away by a fuming woman.

"Now, Natsumi, let's study a bit harder for tomorrow, shall we? Sorry, but it'll take up your free time."

"Natsumi doesn't mind," I assured her.

"Really? I made a rival for you instead of a friend, and now you're being pressured to study more…" she looked uncertain.

I would've just been hit by some insecure adults and their kids anyway.

"No. Natsumi is happy," I informed her. "She made a friend."

"More like friendly rival," Airi mused, "But Itachi is an Uchiha prodigy. His guidance will be good for your studies."

"She is smarter," I protested jokingly, and the fire went back into Airi's eyes. "Of course you are!" She hugged me tightly. "You're so cute!"

I could get used to this.

I currently have no plans for any pairing, so...yeah. I could let her be or ship her with idk.