Yes, this was previously Just Keep Laughing. But, I put some thought into it, and I feel I'll be able to write better if I revise a lot of the previous work done for the story. And by a lot, I mean everything. Sooooo, new title, new summary, and similar but different chapters. Oh, and yeah, it's in 3rd person now. 1st was pissing me off.

Yoshi is a boy now too, but was a girl before reincarnation. It's gonna be a plot device and I hope you enjoy how it all works out. Please don't complain, cause like, it's for reasons. (This is not meant to be offensive in anyway, I'm sorry if some of you feel like it is.)

I don't own anything that is canon - characters, events from the actual plot, all that jazz.

I own my characters and plot/events that aren't canon.

If you see stuff from other fanfictions, I apologize. I don't keep a running list of all the fanfictions I read so something may turn up that's like another piece of work unintentionally. Give the other person some credit if you see something that fits that description.

Sorry for the lack of warning about the revisions, but I hope you enjoy.

This was...unexpected.

Not bad, per say.

Certainly, not what she was expecting.

There was supposed to be a bright light, or some fire, or some fluffy clouds, or just becoming a zombie or ghost.

This though.

This was…

Odd.

To say the least.

A lot of people probably say shit like that all the time; it doesn't make the statement any less true though.

Yeah, the dying. That part sucked, but it was expected. Especially given the kind of company Rafa kept. It was a fact of life to her; everyone dies eventually, right? Cells die off, organs fail, people grow grey and wrinkled and kick the bucket. That's disregarding those who are killed earlier because of some shady shit (which she is intimately familiar with), medical problems, or some random freak accident.

The reincarnation bit and coming back to life part? That was something no one could really be prepared for.

When Rafaella first noticed his/her/their? (reincarnation is troublesome, until Rafa learns what's in the diaper, 'they' will do. 'They'll' have to wait to figure out what genitalia they were born with later) surroundings, 'they' were in denial. 'There's literally no way, right? It's way too fucking cliché to be reincarnated with the memories of a past life. Fuck it.'

They got over it. 'Okay, being a baby and having baby reactions sucks. The sleeping and pissing and shitting in weird cloth diapers (who the fuck uses cloth diapers?), but they get another chance at life. Right?'

They should've realized earlier.

Nothing is that fucking simple.

Congratulations, it's a boy.

No chance of PMS and periods.

Thank fuck.

…

(Rafaella later acknowledged that having a dick was an advantage in this life, and he was very lucky to be born with said genitalia.)

(Rafaella had always wondered what having a penis was like; time to try it out. Surprisingly it didn't bother him nearly as much as he thought it would. Then again, Rafa's period had been hell so the change in pace would be nice.)

(Note to self: try out prostate when older. Male G-spot for the win.)

Rafa has finally learned his name. Well, his new name. Yoshi.

All he can think of is that fucking green dinosaur from Mario.

Of all the names to pick, fucking seriously?

Baby suicide was considered today. Stick something metal in an outlet, climb into the oven, drown during bath time. It would've been easy to act upon with an opening of a distracted mother.

He should have noticed earlier.

The Japanese.

The clothing.

The weird-ass sliding doors.

Those fucking cloth diapers.

The fucking Mount Rushmore wanna-be that he can see from his crib.

Fucking genin babysitters.

Finally meeting dad, who had a fucking hitai-ate on his head.

Fuck.

Rafa's previous life had been interesting for the most part. As a lawyer, she got paid a lot. (That alone allowed for some kickass parties.) One of Rafaella's favorite reasons for being a lawyer is the knowledge gained about legal jargon, laws, and loopholes. Those had definitely helped whenever a friend had been arrested (which happened more often than one would expect.) What can she say? She was used to dealing with organized crime.

Rafa had had a higher IQ than average (not genius level, but enough to keep things interesting) which had helped with the whole law school deal. The Don had paid her way through since he needed a new lawyer anyway and Rafa, while not born into the business like most people, had been clever and loyal (for the most part).

Said IQ, however, gave her a fatal allergy to extremely stupid people. And condescending people. So, speech wasn't a super high priority as Rafa, sorry, Yoshi wasn't in the mood to communicate with people who only used baby talk for him.

It was fucking annoying.

No one ever caught him trying to sound out words or anything like that though. (Seriously, who even listens to babies talk anyway? No one. They just nod and pretend to understand.) He was doing just fine physically. If he had to guess, he'd say that he's about a year old now. He has crawling down so far and his vision is decent, as is his eye-hand coordination. He's started throwing things too. Especially at the little genin who are hired to babysit him when mom is out.

Getting bodily functions and movement of limbs under control as soon as he could was the top priority. One does not simply be an adult for multiple years and then lose all independence without any fight. No, that doesn't happen. He should've tempered the intelligence that he allowed to show by trying to do yoga while he was a baby though. Oh, well, it probably just looked like flailing and weird stuff that babies usually did. Hopefully.

Throwing things at the pre-teens was more fun than poorly attempted yoga though. He lived for their indignant expressions.

Rafa didn't have a mother. Yoshi's was cool though. Yoshi's dad was awesome. Rafa's dad had been more calm and relaxed, but they both loved their kids and made sure they knew it.

Yoshi's dad had skin kissed by the sun, hair made of dark chocolate, and amber eyes. For the Naruto world, though, tanned skin and brown hair were the norm. At least for the most part. It would've been another case of background character syndrome without the eyes as his defining features. He had a deep voice that made Rafa remember late nights with a glass of whiskey, a warm fireplace, and Frank Sinatra crooning in the background. Yoshi's mom, however, had porcelain skin with chocolate eyes. Her hair was the eye-catching bit.

It was green.

Yes.

Green hair.

It was, in fact, one of Yoshi's favorite things about her. It reminded Rafa of little plastic UFOs and those alien stereotypes that were common in America. Not forest green, not grass green or leaf green. Toxic bright green. Like the color of Avada Kedavra from Harry Potter. Or radioactive waste. It was that freaking bright.

Whiskey-man, also known as Yoshi's father, made his entrance around the time that Yoshi could toddle his way around with some support from the walls. His mom greeted him at the door with Yoshi in her arms. Placed neatly on his right bicep was a metal plate. Not just any metal plate, but a hitai-ate. Yoshi had grown used to them because of the various genin babysitters, but it explained his absence. Missions, most likely. Either long term missions (undercover work and what not) or perhaps Konoha was at war. Yoshi couldn't figure out which era it was, so it could be either.

So, yeah. Reincarnation. Into the Naruto Universe. Where people die. Often. And bloodily. And painfully.

Fuck a bitch sideways in the asshole with a log and no lube or prep, this was going to be one hell of a ride.