Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

This is loosely based off the song 'Never Too Late' by Three Days Grace. This will be a SI/OC fanfiction, and I'll appreciate feedback a lot :)

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Enjoy.

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"This world will never be what I expected... And if I don't belong, who would have guessed it?"- Three Days Grace

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The last thing she remembered was a blinding pain, a loud screech of brakes, and a sense of calm.

Her life didn't flash before her eyes, but she was plunged into what seemed to be a void. Which was disappointing, she would have liked to recall her good old memories once more before she left for good.

What happened was an accident, in its entirety. But some bystanders claim that they saw her walking onto the road right in front of the approaching onslaught of vehicles.

That was partially correct though. She had been wandering around, dazed from stress... and it just happened. Inwardly she laughed.

She could already hear the rumours that would float around at her funeral, how she had seemingly committed suicide... But that would just prove that no one of them ever understood her, didn't it? She didn't mind dying, but she would never want to bring pain to her family willingly.

Never.

Her family was the most precious to her. She could still feel the warmth of her mother's touch on her cheek as she left the house to head to work, unaware that it wad the last time she would get to speak to them ever again. She was only twenty when the accident happened.

Where was she headed, in any case?

The darkness around her seemed to move in the most dizziest of ways, and there was what seemed to be light at the end of the tunnel.

'Don't go into the light'.

In the movies, that was always what they said and she had to wonder why.

The light was so very enticing. It felt warm and inviting and welcoming, so unlike the stifling darkness she was currently clouded in, which made her feel like she could choke on it at any moment.

So go into the light she did.

Overwhelmed by a rush of warmth, her eyes squeezed shut and she suddenly felt like doubling over and vomiting- It felt like she had been forcefully yanked out of a squeezer.

She felt weak, she felt exposed, she felt...vulnerable, even.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was embarrassed to find that she had let loose a loud wail.

Hearing a few sighs of relief, there was a familiar sense of motherly warmth as something fluffy wrapped around her, providing her with a source of warmth, at least. Someone held her close, and briefly she felt comforted, swallowing down the fear that had coerced her into starting to cry.

The voices around her were otherwise muffled, however she did catch wind of the exchange going on between what seemed to be a nurse and the person holding her.

"Fusako-san, what would you like to name her?"

For a fact, she did not have a mother called 'Fusako'.

A pair of warm arms cradled her gently, as if she was the most delicate thing in the world, and she could hear a warm voice emanating from the person who held her. The woman's voice bore just a trace of weariness, and brimmed with love for the newborn.

"Aguri. I'd like to her name to be Aguri."

To say that 'Aguri' was confused was an understatement. Somehow along the way of dying, she had gotten herself a body of a baby, and a new mother.

Somehow, she was reborn as a little girl called 'Aguri Fusako'. Or rather, that would be who she is from now on.

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Aguri was a rather quiet baby, and it was something she was rather proud of. And finally, after what seemed to be a year, she could finally see properly, hear properly, and do some basic things by herself properly.

After all, every time a friend of her new mother popped by, they would be complaining about how their child was so difficult to calm down. On cue, Aguri decided on the spot that she would be a good girl (most of the time, that is), so that her mother would have an easier time.

In fact, she was quite proud to be able to resist the urges of her new-born body to scream at any opportunity she had. At any rate, she was satisfied that her mother seemed to buy that she was an innocent, air-headed little girl. She honestly didn't want any attention to be drawn towards herself, positive or not.

When she had first been born, she had been horrified that she was unable to see anything, due to her under-developed body. When she tried to talk, it still came out as a gurgling mess, but Aguri already had the words at the top of her head. In the beginning, she had always been panicking in her mind when she was unable to do anything.

Being helpless wasn't enjoyable. Her pride for surviving 20 years of life might as well have been chucked down the drain- Now, she had to swallow her pride, because her chubby and short limbs were unable to do anything in the least.

Being a toddler was good, in certain ways. All she was expected to do was eat and sleep. Ah, the good life.

Today, in particular, was a day to look forward to. She would finally be able to meet her father, who had been away somewhere ever since she was born.

Boy, did she love her mother.

Fusako Aoi, formerly named Miyusawa Aoi, had lovely hazel eyes and hair the pretty shade of honey- and in nearly all aspects, she reminded her dearly of her real mother, down to the twinkling of her eyes, to the way she ruffled her hair. Her eyes were even the same hue as her own mother's, however, their hair was completely different- Her old mother had pitch-black hair that flowed like liquid darkness, however, her current mother had pale honey hair that was short and choppy in certain areas.

However, Aoi Fusako did always seem to be on guard against something, even when directed to her with love, there was always something else that looked like she was expecting something to happen. The alertness in which she regarded the world with made Aguri wonder, and sometimes her mother would catch her staring and give her an assuring smile.

She always thought there would be an explanation for the strange behaviour. Maybe she would get one, someday.

That day, when her mother opened the door for her father, the moment Aguri's eyes landed on her father, she thought, 'Oh shit'.

Instead of tackling her father in a hug like she planned too, she spent her time gaping at him. She wasn't taking in his features though.

Her eyes were fixated at the forehead protector he donned and the familiar sign that was engraved on it. And the arm that was heavily bandaged and even had some blood seeping through worn-out bandages. From his posture, he was tired, but from his expression, he was happy to be alive.

Her father was a shinobi of Konohagure, no doubt, and he has just returned from a mission.

How on earth did she end up in Naruto?!

She had immediately ran to the nearest window and stared out frantically, looking for anything that would prove her observation wrong, and hoping that her dad was just an extremely good cosplayer.

But no, across the street, a group of ten year-olds were complaining as they held logs in their arms, with an adult leading the way. All of the wore forehead protectors, or at least had it on their person. Genin, and on a D-rank mission, probably.

She froze in realisation, her eyes growing wide at the mix of bubbling and conflicting emotions within.

It didn't make sense at all. Why was she here?

How... Just how? How was it humanly possible that she was born in a fictional universe that was supposed to not exist. How was it possible that she was now in this universe, and being a real person in this universe? How was it possible that she was born here, and was now 'Fusako Aguri', when she was supposed to be dead?

And among all the anime and manga she could've landed in, too. Of course, it had to be Naruto!

Of course it had to be the one anime that tore her heart apart and made her lose many precious nights of sleep, only to fall back into it's enticing claws again.

Wonderful. Not that she was complaining, but she was grateful for the fact that she was here, instead of some other anime. Sure, the show she known as Naruto was messed up in certain ways, but there was other disturbing anime she would rather never think about, much less end up reincarnated in.

But still... why? And how did this place even exist?

Wasn't this just a manga drawn up by Kishimoto?

Her thoughts ran around in her head, disorganized and panicked, screaming as they went around in big circles, but she still couldn't fathom how she was here.

This sucked. She didn't go through puberty and heartbreak just to have to deal with it again! And considering that time always flew fast, it wouldn't be long before she was forced to be a ninja, too.

Suddenly surrounded by a warm embrace, Aguri glanced up as her father wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her up. Or at least, he tried to, with his bandaged arm and all, but Aguri appreciated the effort and her mouth opened in worry as she noted that his injury looked extremely painful. However, she looked away, deciding that she would try to bring it up later.

Studying the man before her, there was no doubt he was her biological father, His ash-brown hair matched her own exactly, and her grey eyes also came from him without a doubt. On the other hand, her facial features look gentle and rather round... resembling her mother.

Her father ruffled her hair as he smiled at her, and she caught a kind twinkle in his eyes. A pang ran through her heart as she thought of her former father, and she shook her head slightly.

Promptly beginning to slobber one of her father's fingers as she nommed on it lightly, she heard a familiar feminine voice laugh as Aguri promptly broke away before running towards her mother.

As she opened her mouth, Aguri shot her mother a toothy grin as she exclaimed.

"Mama! 'Tis dada!"

Her mom was overjoyed over her first words ever spoken, and excitedly she leaned over to whisper in her father's ear. He beamed at her with pride, and looked relieved that she had recognised him as her father. Her mother tenderly held her father's hand as she led him to the couch nearby to talk.

How long has her father been away? More than a year, that's for certain.

Aguri smiled at the sweet reunion of the people who created her, as she ran over to the dining table and grabbed a handful of chocolate chips. Her mother had been mixing up batter for a cake before her father arrived. Aguri could never resist the semi-sweet chocolate chips.

"No, sweetie! So much chocolate isn't good for you!"

Aguri turned around and sent her mother a look with wide, pleading eyes.

"I said no."

Her heart sank as Aguri inwardly sighed, before dropping most of the chocolate but sneaking some into her mouth anyway.

In retaliation, she wobbled up to her mother and promptly began to slobber up her face, before beginning to speak again.

"Mama! Wha' happen'ta Dada's arm?"

Two sentences in a day may be an overkill, but Aguri hoped that her mother wouldn't think much of it. Her father wouldn't know that Aguri was a more quiet baby, so he wouldn't be so suspicious. Hopefully, her mother would understand that Aguri was rather excited to meet her new father that day.

"It's fine, sweetie. Dada will go to the hospital later, and the people there will make his arm all better!"

Aguri noticed how her had blatantly not used the term 'medic-nin'. In her disappointment, she crawled back to the dining table and promptly poured the whole bowl of chocolate chips into her mouth, allowing the sweetness to melt into her mouth.

And from that day on, her mother took extra care not to leave any sweets around.

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Naruto, huh?

Aguri hoped she wouldn't be sucked into the main plot.

It all depended on if she was in the same year as Naruto or not. Honestly, she wouldn't mind knowing them, but the thought of being a ninja terrified her, to say the least. She may be years too early to even consider being a ninja, but Aguri knew that it would be the one thing that would always be on her mind.

At least now she could clear up some of her doubts. Her mother was obviously a former kunoichi, her father was definitely one as well. Probably an ANBU, from the long mission he received. Also, this may not be true, but her mother didn't seem to like the idea of her knowing anything ninja-related.

From what she had gathered, she was in the Fusako clan, and may or may not have a kekkei genkai- She wasn't sure.

She thought of having to train and let out a soft little groan in dread.

Aguri would rather not die again, at any rate. Or rather, she would rather die a natural death than get assassinated because of her own inability to defend herself.

Not only that... She had a family again. Aguri was lucky to be born in a loving family another time, but it would be foolish to take all she had for granted. She wanted to protect them, that she was sure.

Which obviously meant she had to get stronger, at any rate.

Chakra training could wait. She should start with physical training first and work on gaining as much information as possible.

Now that she thought of it, her spiritual energy and physical energy was probably messed up. There was no way the mind of an adult in the body of a child could ever work well.

With that thought in mind, Aguri got up and slinked into the miniature library they had in their home, and pretended to vandalize the books when her mother walked in to see what she was up to.

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To be continued.

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