Prologue: Three Butterflies Flap Their Wings

POV Akakawa Seiki

It had started out like a normal day. A boring start to a monotonous life.

Get up.

Brush my teeth.

Wash my face.

Get dressed.

Go downstairs.

Eat.

Start the car.

Get to school.

And that was when everything went wrong.

That spring was an exceptionally wet one. The rain had kept on pouring for about a week and there was even a rumor going around that if the weather kept like this then they would shut the school down for a while.

It's funny. It was such an important moment yet I only vaguely remember the details.

I remember pushing the accelerator as the light turned green.

I remember moving the steering wheel to turn the car right.

I remember suddenly hitting the brakes as one of my classmates (a girl, Victoria, behind me in psychology) suddenly ran into the street.

I remember not being able to stop the car in time.

I remember that sickeningly crunch.

I remember sitting frozen in shock.

I remember a honking coming closer and closer.

I remember the shocked face of another classmate (a boy, Justin, the valedictorian) as he was unable to stop the car either, the water splashing up as the wheels and brakes worked overtime, but coming down the hill just gave the car more momentum and it just kept coming and I could only keep and staring at the face, at the dawning horror on his face, and—

I remember the Black.

The next time I was conscious was strange. I opened my eyes, pulled away from the darkness by a loud thud and piercing screams, to see an unfamiliar low ceiling. Slowly, I sat up to a strange room not at all like any that I've seen before.

As I looked around, I did not notice the woman that came in.

"Seiki-chan, you're awake! Don't worry about our parents. They're currently off fighting a monster. That's why Sei-chan is coming with Natsumi-neechan to a safer place, okay?"

I furrowed my brows, barely able to understand the Japanese that the strange woman was sprouting. What did she mean by my parents fighting a monster? Who was she to call herself my sister? Now, more than ever, I regretted not seriously learning more Japanese from my mother. Who knew that it was actually useful for something besides being able to watch anime without waiting for the subbed version to come out?

I barely had time to open my mouth to reply before the woman, Natsumi, picked me up and started out the door onto some stairs before reaching the roof where she started leaping across rooftops. Normally, I would have been in awe of this (or panicking at the lack of safety) but I had just realized some other strange changes when Natsumi had picked me up.

Instead for the body of an eighteen year-old boy who finally went through puberty, I was instead about two, maybe three, years-old. Wait a minute. I paused before discretely feeling downward, pausing again, then rested my head against the woman.

I wasn't even a guy. I was a freaking girl.

Great. Wonderful.

Just as I reached this unwelcome conclusion, there was another thud, this time accompanied by a burst of light. Flames.

I looked over to see a strange orange beast with nine tails. Foxlike. Oh, that must be the monster that Natsumi was talking about.

Wait…

What.

That can't be.

I glanced to my left to see a large rock with four faces and up to see a headband with a metal band on Natsumi's forehead.

Oh. Oh dear…

"Tch." Just as I reach a very, very unwelcome conclusion, Natsumi had come to a stop. "Run and find somewhere to hide. I'll come for you later. I have to go help mother and father now. Be good."

I nodded, unsure of what else I could do.

"Good girl." She patted my head. "Now go. Hide." Then she vanished in a swirl of leaves.

Yup. No doubt about it now. I was in Naruto 'verse.

In Konoha.

During the Kyuubi attack.

I remember the panic that set in when Natsumi, the young lady, did not return, when I wandered the streets and nobody showed up claiming to be my parents, as everything that I knew of the world practically turned upside down.

I remember the despair.

POV Himura Kazumi

I was stupid, so so stupid.

I had woken up late and missed the bus. With my parents at work already, the only route I thought of to school was to run.

So I had just taken my book bag and ran and ran. I did not pay much attention to the rain, confident that I would avoid the puddles and that taking an umbrella would only slow me down.

But then so I slowed to a stop at the intersection, I slipped.

I slipped and had to run forward into the street just as the car beside me began to turn and I could only watch in horror was it came closer and closer and distantly I thought, so this was what looking at a car crash was really like, before—

Darkness.

Then the world was a blur with unrecognizable sounds and all funny looking. I couldn't understand what was happening, was it the crash? Was I dead? What was going on?

I couldn't move like I wanted, couldn't speak. My breasts were missing; I had a heavy weight between my legs; my limbs were all too short. The world seemed so big and wrong, wrong, wrong.

But slowly my vision cleared up and slowly, I began to understand what those around me were saying. I recognized some words easily.

Himura Kazumi. My name.

Shinobi. Ninja

Konoha, Konohagakure. Village Hidden in the Leaves.

Then, I truly began to understand the situation I was in. Naruto was not a story I religiously followed, but I knew some of the basic plot, especially the world-building which I found interesting.

As I continued to look for clues which validated my theory, I still was not sure. I had not been outside yet, so I did not anything extremely identifying, only clues that could have been affected by what my psychology teacher called confirmation bias—that I only looked at clues that fit my theory.

But then October 10th came. The Kyuubi attacked. There was no doubt. This was definitely Naruto.

My 'mother' and 'father' of this world died during the attack, leaving me to live with my grandmother. Unfortunately or fortunately, my only relative was under the misconception that I was a girl (which I was, a few years ago) and gave me a bunch of girl clothes to wear. I was perfectly fine with that.

It was also during this time that I realized something. Currently I was still in my "adult" brain, not exactly going the various stages of development that I should be going through.

I worried about how this would affect my memory of events, how my behavior was compared to other kids, that my teacher once said people did not remember events before three. What if I forget all of the stuff that I barely remember even now?

I began writing some things down that I remember; in that script that nobody else seemed to know. Grandmother thought I was just doodling, creating my own secret language.

I did not know this situation well so I'll do what I usually do. Observe and act accordingly.

There is time before the end comes.

POV Akiyama Aoi

My name is Akiyama Aoi. Born into a civilian merchant clan in the great village of Konohagakure during the era of peace right after the Third Great Shinobi War, I have never been outside of the village.

Aoi means both "blue" and "hollyhock," a plant that symbolizes ambition. I am the first second-born in the main branch of the clan and thus, the first chance for a ninja in the main branch. After all, they would never even accidentally risk the clan heir for such a dangerous position.

I was always the weird child, though I had to admit that it was partially true. It was never my fault, you see, but I would have flashes of strange places and unfamiliar people. When I first told my parents or my elder brother of these, they would always laugh, commenting on my vivid imagination.

My brother then told all his friends about my weird attention –seeking ways which was why they started taunting me. It wasn't just about my flashes which I learned to keep quiet about, but also how I knew the strangest things, like some of the math problems that he was doing, but not know the most basic social stuff like bowing.

Still, life continued with me being my normally weird self with these flashes of a strange world that I receive. Once I learned to write, I began recording these strange almost-memories that I receive, one that soon paints a very bad image.

I was reborn in a world that was once only a story to me—one filled with death and grief.

Well then, I just won't die.

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So instead of having one OC inserted into Naruto, I wanted to try to see what would happen if three separate people with varying knowledge of Naruto, who knew each other vaguely, were taken to be in the same Naruto 'verse without knowing that the others are there. In other words here are there situations:

Akakawa Seiki: In the 'real' world, Seiki was actually an eighteen year-old male known for his athleticism. After the accident, he woke up as a three-year-old girl Seiki. He was no memories of Seiki as she was when she was younger. Seiki's problems include:

Dealing with the fact that she's now a girl.

Dealing with being an orphan with no clue of her place in the world.

Dealing with very limited knowledge of Naruto because all she knows is second-hand from friends.

Dealing with the child's mindset and subsequent problems and development. (though this will mostly be seen later as she interacts with others)

She is dealing with the whole situation with terror and panic.

Himura Kazumi: In the 'real' world, Kazumi is a quiet girl who likes to observe but has trouble talking with others, shy. After being run over, Kazumi was literally reborn as a son into a family of a civilian mother and first-generation shinobi. He retains an adult brain and mind. His problems:

Dealing with the fact that he is now a boy whose grandmother believes is a girl.

Dealing with feeling the loss of parents. (who he grew attached to in the two years prior to the attack)

Dealing with knowledge of Naruto mainly from fanfiction.

He resolves to watch before acting.

Akiyama Aoi: In the 'real' world, Aoi is basically the acknowledged valedictorian of the grade. He died on impact after crashing into Seiki's car. He was literally reborn into Naruto 'verse with no concrete knowledge of his past life. Instead, it comes in flashes which he later takes to recording. His problems:

Dealing with clan politics.

Dealing with bullying.

Dealing with incomplete Naruto knowledge and must be pierced together.

He resolves to be strong enough not to die as so far he does not care about the actual plot.