"Whenever I imagined my death, I always thought It would be something dramatic. Somethin' like bein' stabbed late at night, or breaking my neck doing somethin' stupid. One thing I never thought would be the death of me would be my sheer bad luck."
My first few years in this world where like a strange dream. I wasn't really conscious for much it, but I could feel my body moving and things happening to it. My first real memory was looking at myself in the mirror after my clan marks where tattooed onto my cheeks. I was aware that I had been reborn and was a kid, I'd wager I was three at the time, but there was something about the combination of red fang marks, black vertically slit eyes, and messy brown hair that stirred a feeling of familiarity in me. It was only when my new mom called my name for lunch did I realize why like that.
Kiba, she had called. It was then that It clicked and a name presented itself in my mind, one whose owner had the very same features as me. Inuzuka Kiba. A name that belonged to someone else. And yet, it was MY name, somehow. My current theory is that when mother nature tossed a cliff into the sea, she also sent it into another world, where I truly died. Seeing as reincarnation is an actual thing in the Naruto world, I believe that my being from another world messed with the mechanics of it which in turn allowed me to keep my memories. As to why I became a canon character? Well according to the multiverse theory there are an infinite amount of parallel worlds, most of which have slight differences. It stands to reason that I'm in one those worlds, one where the original Kiba's soul was... lost. To compensate the world dragged me into the body. That was my theory, at least. In the end, I couldn't prove anything so I just kept going.
I knew that she and my new sister were suspicious of something, understandably so. In one day I had gone from a normal three-year-old to someone else entirely. I could still be playful and childish as I had before I fully 'woke up' if you will. But I also had moments were my real personality came out, quiet and reserved as I lost myself in my thoughts. I knew one day they would ask about it, they were shinobi it was inevitable. But until then I would enjoy my time before everything went to hell.
I had but two goals for this life. One; I wanted to live to at least twenty five, having only made it to nineteen before mother nature decided that I'd look better decorating a few spiky rocks. And two; I refused to let myself be corrupted by the darkness that plagued this world.
I realized later that I would have to forsake one of those goals to achieve the other.