Chapter One: Rebirth

I am one of the most unlucky people in the world. I mean, who dies at thirteen due to a lightening shock.

Before I died I was an avid reader and for some reason I was really interested in the life after death. Religions like Christianity and Islam believed in the existence of a supreme being who created and controls everything in the world. These religions believes that when you die you either end up in heaven - if you believed in God and do good deeds - or hell - if you do evil.

Religions like Hinduism believes in reincarnation. I found that really interesting because a person can get reincarnated into a different time and space.

When I died, I expected to either end up in heaven or hell or get reincarnated. And by some weird divine intervention or something I got reincarnated.

The first few months of being reincarnated was like hell because everything was so fuzzy and blurry; I heard people talk but I didn't know what they meant or even what language they talked in; I couldn't talk; I always poo and pee myself. It was after six months - I think it was - that I realized that something is definitely wrong somewhere.

I have all my memories intact. Everything. Every single thing. I still remember how I look like in my former life, my favorite color, my parents, my friends, all the places I used to visit. Everything.

This isn't supposed to happen. The heavens must hate me. Like really, really hate me. This is crazy. I am thirteen in the body of a baby. My life here would really suck.

Sometimes, I wonder why only an old woman and a young boy tend to me. Was my parents too busy with work, away on a trip but it couldn't be because I would have at least seen them even once. There are some young women who sometimes care for me but they were a lot and I couldn't be certain if my mother was among them. Are my parents dead? That could explain why I never see them. My new life would really suck, first I gets reincarnated with all my memories intact and now my parents might be dead.

My name is Reika. The little boy (who definitely is my brother) and the old woman (who must be my grandmother) always call me that.

Reika. Sounds nice. I must be reborn in Japan. I have always been interested in Japanese manga and anime so being Japanese could be a blessing. At least now I know where I am reborn but I still don't know the time. I really hope it's in the future because if I somehow end up being thrown back into the past, I could end up changing something and messing up with the future and being born close to my former timeline would really complicate things. For now I just will wait and see what happens.

Japan has really weird toys. Sure I had other normal toys like teddy bears and dolls but my brother buys me more of the ones shaped like stars which I chew on because I find it chewable but anytime my brother finds me chewing on any of the squishy stars, he takes it from me and tells me that it is not for chewing but for throwing. There are also the ones that has handles and a pointy tip but is also squishy and I chew on it too, and again my brother tells me its not for chewing but for throwing. My brother also buys me action figures of heroes (super heroes?) and says he wants to become like them and I should too but I don't think wearing weird costumes and beating up bad guys seems very flattering.

One day I stumbled into a mirror and saw my own reflection. I was really cute. I have short dark hair that framed a round face with dark doe like eyes and pale skin. In my former life, I wasn't very pretty and always admired those blonde girls with a slender figure. Even if I did not have blonde hair, I would still have a dark and mysterious beauty.

My big brother is finally going to attend school and grandma is very excited. She made delicious lunch for his first day at school and made sure his hair was combed neatly and his clothes weren't wrinkled. I and grandma walked him to school. He gave me kiss on the cheeks but grandma hugged him and kissed him all over the face. He turned red with embarrassment because all the kids were looking at him. On our way home, grandma decided to stop by the market to buy some groceries and I saw something really strange; stone heads carved on a mountain. When my brother came back home from school, he complained about a snobbish white haired kid in his class.

After that day at the market, I started noticing more and more strange things. How grandma always call my brother's school the Academy. How sometimes I think the neighbor's eyes turns red but might just be a trick of the light. How my elder brother had taken a liking to orange googles. How people in town always wear headbands which had a weird but a familiar symbol on it. A ramen stand that had 'Ichiraku's' on it. I came up with two possible conclusions to this strange phenomenon, one; all members of my town are fans of naruto and love cos playing a lot or two; I was reborn in the world of Naruto. Since none of my two possible conclusions seemed possible or even plausible, I went for none. I will keep living in blissful ignorance for now.

I was almost two when I finally accepted that I was really reborn in Naruto and worse I was an Uchiha and my sweet elder brother was actually Uchiha Obito. To say my life was messed up was an understatement.