A/N: first fic and not sure how it will go or play out but... here we go

Prologue

If this is God's idea of a joke it's not even remotely funny.

Ok let me back up, I should be dead, but I'm not. I just confused the hell out of you huh? Trust me that wasn't even close to how I felt when I was born into this world. I have to say i was reborn because I still have memories from my past life and the mind of an adult, I know just stay with me. I was a solider in my past life not much different than this one, I didn't die a glorious death, actually it was quite pitiful to put it simply.

Death is a slow process.

I repented for every sin I could think of first, lies, adultry, revenge I took against people. I wasn't a really good person now that I think about it. Soon my body went cold and light turned to darkness and at this point I did not know what to expect. I didn't get clouds and golden gates nor a flaming pit ready to consume my soul like I thought I would. Instead In the darkness, it was warm? I don't really know how to discribe it to you. Then I felt a downwards pressure, now at this point I thought I was heading towards Hell with gasoline drawers on. So imagine my shock when I got hit with freezing air, fuzzy surroundings, and language I couldn't understand.

It was like having someone dump a bucket of ice water on you to get you back to your senses. I was terrified, and can you blame me? I just did what most newborns do, cry like there is no tomorrow. Eventually I calmed myself down and began to try and process what the hell just happened. Unfortunately, there was no way for me to even start to wrap my head around this and at this point I just didn't care.

I had no sense of time, days passed, then months before long my eyesight began to clear up. Now being able to see allowed me to take in visual information my mind was starved for, and being able to see my 'mother' was kinda reassuring I guess. Her name was Yuko she was extremly young looking she couldn't be older than 21 or 22, I never saw my father which lead me believe he was either dead or a deadbeat. Just like in my past life I was raised by my mother with no father figure...goddamnit. I still was happy I at least had one parent who loved me with all their being. My mother would always read to me while I was in her lap when she wasn't busy with house work or cleaning up after me and thats is, how I began to pick up my new language; Japanese. Honestly I was shocked at how fast I was learning the written and spoken language. I just chalked it up to the fact I knew two languages before and my mom just thought I was intelligent. Of course I had to keep myself from seeming too smart, I'd hate to have that prodigy title tagged on to me.

There was something that was still bothering me and I still couldn't understand it. There was this energy I could feel and it wasn't just inside me it was all around me. In the very air I breath it was there and it was just, well weird. I sometimes felt like a small electric current was flowing through me.

Man what the hell kinda of world is this.

Eventually I got my answer, one day my mother woke me up out of a nap cooing at me. She was dressed in a red uniform with a brown vest over the top, but its what was fasten to her forehead that damn near gave me a heart attack. The symbol of the hidden stone village.

Oh. I'm fucked.

The world of Naruto... you have got to be kidding me.

I began to fuss and my mother shushed me, I then noted another woman in the room she looked about the same age as my mother.

"Now, now Yuudai be still my child, okaa-san has to go don't cry, Oba-san here will take good care of you" she cooed.

I was not upset because she was leaving hell I wasn't upset because she was a shinobi. I was upset because I was born into a ruthless world more barbaric and unforgiving than my last. On top of that I wasn't born in Konoha, even Suna would have been better. No I got Iwa a village that was a complete mystery to me. The only thing I did know is... well they got their ass kicked in the 3rd shinobi world war (thanks to the 4th hokage) and was hated by Suna, Konoha, and Kiri.

My mother kissed me on my forehead and placed me in the arms of my Oba-san and left. It was at this moment I accepted two things.

One: Power and ability, deterimed who lived and who died in this world.

Two: Those with power could control their own destiny.

My Oba-san or Akako-obasan rocked me till I felt myself falling asleep. Right now there was nothing I could do but grow and then I'd worry about survival. Untill then I would just enjoy being a child again. Kami-sama I hope you are watching and enjoying this sick joke you've created for yourself.

A/N: So this is the beginning of a what I hope to be a great tale. Please if you have suggestions on how I can improve my writing Please pm me i'm here to learn and get better. Oh this will be taking place in the Dreaming of Sunshine-verse It was that story and Sugar Plums that Inspired this story so Shikako and Ume will be mentioned and make apperances in this story and I'll keep it within their story's timeline as much as I possibly can.