Title: Restarting Life From Zero

Summary: At age 36, Uzumaki Naruko died with very few regrets with her family by her side. Having achieved her dreams and formed a wonderful family she was content on just passing away and entrusting her will to the next generation and to those that outlived her. Yet, life had a weird way of operating whenever Naruko was involved. (OP time-travelling !femNaruto)

Author's notes: Something about Female Naruto using dattebane instead of of dattebayo feels cute to me, so I'm using that instead :3

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Chapter 1: Stay Alive

Danzo wasn't sure how a single twelve-year-old girl was able to crack through his passive stoic and fearless attitude. He never thought he'd be shaking like a leaf standing in front of what was supposed to be a knuckleheaded talentless academy student. An ant that was supposed to be crushed if it stood in his way. A worthless ninja wannabe fault of his idiot rival Hiruzen. He had faced the bloodiest of wars and had escaped the most fearsome opponents. He even came up on top usually.

This was nothing in comparison. It should've been nothing.

Clearly, he had been wrong, oh so wrong.

The girl just strode into his hideout -hidden hideout- with that so unnerving cheeky smile of hers, backhanding the mightiest of his shinobis without a care in the world and sending whoever dared to stand in her way flying like the ant he had made her out to be.

He had only one thought as she stood facing him, that smile of hers ticking at his nerves, her aura instilling a kind of fear he had never thought he'd experience.

Just how much had Hiruzen been hiding from him.

He should've given the man more credit. He clearly wasn't the peace-loving old fool he made him out to be. Maybe he was a peace-loving genius if this was the product of his ideals.

''Ma, Ma. That's not very nice, dattebane,'' The girl had let out in a faked disappointed tone, his shinobi- trained by his own hands to be the perfect weapons unparalleled in their strength- lay by her feet, unconscious. ''And here I thought we'd sit down and settle things in a friendly manner.''

Danzo didn't answer. He didn't know what to say at the face of the young raging storm that was the Uzumaki. She was strong, extremely so. He couldn't wait for her to be by his side. She'd become his new pawn, the perfect pawn.

He'd maybe come to regret using Kotoamatsukami just to get her to his side, but with her services, he was sure he'd be unstoppable and Hiruzen would not be able to deny him this great asset, not when the girl would be so adamant on being on his side. The soft-hearted fool would not be able to take her away from him when she becomes so attached to him.

''Hey, don't think on using that eye on me now, dattebane.'' The girl growled and in an instant pain shot through his right eye socket and his unbound hand shot towards the place where shishui's eye should have been. It was gone.

''Problem solved.'' She grinned at him, and for the first time since god knows how many years fear started to show on his face, and a growl of anger escaped his throat. She was far too amused by all of this. She was having far too much fun. He looked at her, more accurately glared because he worked extremely hard to get that eye, plotted for days to get his hand on it without a hitch and she just tore it away like it was nothing. He would make the brat pay! If he could that is.

''I hope you don't mind me taking that, Shinobi-san. You see I just hate getting mind controlled, sorry.'' She didn't sound apologetic at all, her tone was rather mocking.

He couldn't do anything but watch as the eye was sealed away out of his reach, and his mind screamed at him to do something, to launch at her, make her pay, make her see how much of a bad idea she made by attacking him and taunting him, but he found himself stuck in place fear holding him back, even with the knowledge that he had nine lives to spare.

The little demon's face -maybe the villagers had been right calling her that after all- scrunched up in thought and she gave him a pointed look.

''Now I'm curious, does your Izanagi have the ability to get you the eye back or not?''

Her amusement just seemed to grow bigger at the shocked expression that had settled on his face. How did she know about Shishui's eye, let alone the Sharingan arm he had? He didn't hesitate to voice his thoughts.

''How do you know of the Sharingans, child?'' He barely suppressed the wince that came with his statement, he hated the obvious fright that his voice was laced with. No one knew about them except Itachi and Orochimaru and even then their knowledge was about one or the other. No one! Not even his most trusted tools, not Hiruzen and not the Hyuuga clan. The seal he kept on his bandages assured that. yet, here was the resident jinchiruki privy to his little secret.

She shrugged.

''I am from the future.'' She said fully expecting him to believe her.

She was a good liar he could tell, even if her lie was completely and utterly unbelievable and farfetched. Even so, every feature of her posture was telling him that was the absolute and complete truth. He had almost believed her, almost.

She would have been a great spy. Her astonishing deceiving ability coupled with her fighting capabilities she could escape from any situation that her ridiculous lies could get her in.

It was a shame he hadn't got his hands on her sooner.

''I am sorry Shinobi-san but similar to the mind-controlling eye, that right-hand doesn't really belong to you now does it?'' She said.

Another surge of pain shot through his shoulder before the girl was back standing in front of him holding the hand casually. God, he hadn't even seen her move again.

Sealing the hand in one of her scrolls she spoke again.

''I'm not going to kill you today. Or any other day honestly,'' She smirked, an unsettling smirk that didn't really sit well with him. ''But I know someone that would be dying to do so, and I'm not even sure if I would be able to stop them even with how much I'd like to use my therapy no Jutsu on you.''

A sense of foreboding settled in his stomach and he was sure that he was soon going to meet his demise. Someone that she would not be able to stop? With the power he felt radiating from her, he was certain that she would even be able to stop people on the likes of Hiruzen.

If her threat was not something to be shivering at, he didn't know what was.

''In the meanwhile, this would be our little secret, okay? Trust me if you tell someone I would definetly know dattebane.''

Naruko walked through Konoha's streets, a bright grin on her face even with the glares and the stares directed at her. She couldn't care less, she was used to them, and she certain they would come to respect her and love her as their own. She did it before, what was another time?

She couldn't let it bother her, because she was once again at her home, her sweet home Konoha. The beautiful Konoha before Pein had destroyed it, her beautiful Konoha that used to be her home before those damned aliens came and tore her world apart. It felt nostalgic and soothing. Being away from the destruction and chaos those damned Otsutsukis had caused was a nice change.

She'd be lying if she wasn't worried sick about her husband and her two beautiful children, though. She had died protecting them, entrusting the fate of the world to their hands. She knew they would come up on top. She had faith in their powers but it didn't stop her from getting worried. They were alone fighting the strongest opponents that she had ever faced while she was stuck in the past with no way back.

She was certain there was no way back for her. As optimistic as she had been her whole life and as much of an unyielding and determined Kunoichi she was, she didn't let false hopes enter her mind. She learned long ago to prevent herself from succumbing to such unhealthy thoughts.

By all means, she should've been dead. She remembered her last moments all too clearly, drawing her last breath, her body withering, crumbling and turning to ashes after being hit by the very same rod that killed Obito in the previous shinobi war, her dear beautiful husband clutching her, eyes watering in a way she had never seen before, her two precious children by her side sobbing uncontrollably clutching at her sides.

Her death was painful, gruesome but she died with a happy smile on her face. She had left with the knowledge that the shinobi were going to triumph. That her family was going to enjoy the peace that was to come.

Kurama had promised her he would ensure it as she poured the last of her power into her capable husband.

Kurama would never break his promise to her.

At age 36 she had died with her family at her side, having achieved her dreams and lived a fulfilling life, she was satisfied, her only regret was not being by their side, not getting to grow old with her husband and not getting to meet and spoil her grandchildren.

She was content to join her parents in the after-life, get to meet her people, her sensei, her teammate, her master and her disciple again, she was just happy to finally give up living. But it was clearly not meant to be. She was not allowed to simply drift out of existence. Life apparently had another say in the matter and by a strange act of fate, she found herself waking up in her old twelve-years-old body when she was supposed to never wake up again.

She should've known that would happen. When was her life ever normal?

Still, she was called the most optimistic, hyperactive ninja for a reason. She had been able to keep her people's spirits high even in the most gruesome of the Otsutsuki's attacks. She commended her tropes with an unwavering, encouraging smile on her face and guided them to victory even amidst the losses and despair.

And so, while most people would have probably gone crazy at the idea of having to relive their lives especially one as chaotic and troublesome as hers, she did not let it bother her, her determination and willpower was not the subject of many admirations for no reason.

A minor setback such as being stuck in her 12 year old body was not enough to hold her back, she would relive her life and forge a happier better ending. She would make sure that none of her precious people died this time around, that her family will not be left alone once more.

It still fucking sucked though. Losing all of her accomplishments, all of her friends and all of her precious people.

Everything she had worked hard to achieve. All gone with the wind.

It was a depressing thought only soothed by the thought of achieving even greater achievements and forging an even better world. After all, she had already made the first step towards that and the moment Sasuke got his hands on Danzo the first step would be complete.

The man was dangerous and delusional no matter what his intentions were.

Seeing him tremble in fear at her mere presence filled her with glee. She was just that awesome.