Author Note: Yoooooo, I am Yozuru. Guess what, it's summer vacation! Which means I'll have enough time to write this story. Even when school starts, I'll have the momentum to keep going. Anyway, this is an SI inspired by two other stories.

Iryo-nin Kasa (医療忍傘) by Vaengir and Dreaming of Sunshine by Silver Queen

They are both amazing, so please go read those stories if you haven't already. Anyway, let's get this story started! Enjoy~

"Talking."

"Thinking"

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The Color of Storms

Chapter 1: Prologue

Welp, I guess I'm dead. I say I guess because all I see is black right now. I remember pain and something that happened to me which could have lead me to death, but I'm not entirely sure that I'm dead. Maybe I'm just unconscious. At least… that's what I thought at the moment. All of a sudden, there was light and people and voices and rain and a lot more that I wasn't able to explain in detail. I couldn't open my eyes and that worried me… but just a bit, so I didn't make a sound. The voices were unclear to me at the time, so I had no idea what they were saying.

I wasn't able to remember much after that because I asleep most of the time. Eventually my senses got better and I was able to see and hear a lot more clearer. Even so, I couldn't understand what anyone was saying. The lady that had me most of the time and even the man, they both spoke what seemed like everything BUT English. More time passed and I realized that they were speaking Japanese. It wasn't easy to learn, but since I couldn't do anything for some reason, all there was to do was to learn the language. Because of that, I was able to pick it up fairly quickly. More time passed and finally I realized that I was a baby again. You'd think that someone with a very perceptive seventeen year old mind would have found that out much earlier… but hey, I'm a baby again.

Once more, time passed and I was walking and probably talking more than i should be. I concluded that I was reborn in Japan and the people who were with me must have been my new parents. I was cool with that, I liked Japan. They made my favorite Anime, Naruto, something in which I grew up with. So I was thinking, "Yaaay Japan!". But then, Mom and me were sitting outside one day, watching my dad. It was a cloudy day, it was always cloudy and that was strange but I didn't think much of it. Dad did something that caught me be surprise.

Hand seals. Familiar hand seals. He ran through hand seals so quickly that I barely had time to see many of them. Then he finished with the bird seal.

"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!" He than blew wind from his mouth. Not a small wind that you blow in order to put out birthday candles, no. A huge gust of wind that took out three trees in its path. My mom started clapping and I just sat there starring in shocking realization.

"I know that… I… it was..." I couldn't even finish the thought. That was a jutsu, a jutsu. Like the jutsu from… I wasn't reborn in Japan of Earth. I'm in the elemental nations of Naruto-verse. Once I realized that, I was excited. I wasn't just excited that I'm in the Naruto-verse, but I was excited that I had no idea of what was going on. I mean, think about it. Just because you are born within this world, doesn't mean you'll automatically be born in Konoha or near the main characters like the Konoha 12. Hell, now that I think about it, I haven't asked any questions. Usually, I'm a quiet person, I'm an observer rather than a person that asks about everything. However, when it comes to things like this, lets just say the amount of questions I can come with can match the number of rain drops in a storm. I have to be careful though, at the moment I'm only three, almost four so if I ask too many questions, that would be a bit suspicious.

"Mom, what did father just do? I liked it." I asked my mother. Her name was Tsurui, and she was very nice, usually soft spoken. I've only seen her get upset once, and that was when some guy came to our house, but I don't remember much of it.

Tsurui smiled as she responded without looking down at me. "That's a chakra technique, or jutsu."

Even though I already know, I had to act like I was curious, so I continued. "A Jutsu uses Chakra? But that didn't look like chakra."

"Most people can change their chakra into different forms. The five basic forms are lightning, fire, water, wind, and earth. Your father just used Wind Style."

"Can I do that?"

"Maybe some day. Different people have different changes in nature. Your father's natural change in nature is wind. Mine is lightning. And sometimes, people can combine them into either one single nature, or combination attacks."

I was surprised that she was explaining so much. I mean, it's not in detail but its more than I thought a three year old would understand, but whatever. "You can make two natures into one?"

She nodded and held her hand up. "By combining my lightning style chakra nature with my water style chakra nature, I can create gale style." A ball of blue light appeared in the palm of her hand. And then it hit me. "This is my Kekkei Genkai, an ability that only members of the same clan can use. So you will most likely possess the same Kekkei Genkai since your father's clan doesn't have one."

There was only one country within the Elemental Nations that contained users of the Gale Style: Kaminari no Kuni or The Land of Lightning. But, if mom knows how to use that, does that mean that she was a shinobi? But we were in the forest instead of living in Kumogakure. "Mom, were you a shinobi?"

"Why, yes I was. How did you guess?"

At the time I was freaking out because most kids couldn't have guessed that. Actually most kids at that age couldn't make too many complete and proper sentences as I had. Then again I was almost four so I guessed it was alright. "Shinobi are the ones that use chakra more. You just used chakra."

Tsurui seemed slightly surprised by that statement. I guess she didn't think I was this perceptive. She opened her mouth to speak, but it was my father who had spoken this time. "Yes, your mother retired her shinobi career after having you, I am still one. Would you like to become a shinobi one day?"

In all honesty, I didn't interact with dad much so him speaking surprised me a bit. Since he was still a shinobi, it made sense that he was barely home. Then again, sometimes mom would leave me with dad when ever he is home, so maybe she still does a bit of work for Kumo.

"Yes, I do." I responded. My father smiled in response, but I saw a small glimpse of… regret maybe?

Afterwards he told me that he would start training me in taijutsu when I turned four and my mother agreed. My father continued training while I was left to my own thoughts. I had to start gathering information now that I know what world I'm in. Lets review: Tsurui is able to use the gale style kekkei genkai which means she is from the Land of Lightning. She was also a shinobi, thus meaning she was of Kumogakure's shinobi forces. Now that I'm actually paying attention to the weather, unlike before, we are most likely on the outskirts of Kumo since we were in the mountains and it was cloudy most of the time. And that's about it. Yes, my father is a shinobi and it would make sense that he would be a Kumo shinobi also… but something had me thinking. My mother mentioned my father's clan… From what I remember, there are only one or two notable clans in Kumo. Then again, those are only notable clans. This isn't just an anime anymore, for me it's actual life. Then again, I would have seen some type of clan crest in the house, and there are none.

Well, there is only one way to find out. Break my character and ask… at least, that's what I was going to do until something about dad caught my eye. While he was performing another wind style jutsu, his shirt, which covered his waist, was blown up a bit from the wind and tied around his waist was a hitai-ate. But not a hitai-ate from Kumo… what I saw was Konoha's leaf symbol. And guess what I was thinking.

"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHAT?! Hold on a second. Based on the technology that I've seen so far, I'm alive before the Naruto Manga ended. And since there is obviously Shinobi villages, I'm not in the warring clans era. Which means, there is still A LOT of military and economic tension between Kumogakure and Konohagakure. IN CONCLUSION, this right here. These two shouldn't be happening… these two shouldn't HAVE happened. I shouldn't have happened!"

Welp, at least I know what changed in the time line. Two people met that shouldn't have and the result is me. On the other hand, this helps. My father's clan isn't of Kumo, but Konoha and I know a lot of clans in Konoha and who are in them… I was almost obsessed with Naruto in my past life. But I'd be lying if I said I remembered everything, since it's been nearly four years since I've watched or read anything about it. But I'm sure if I read some of the history later in this life, It'll jog my memory. If I'm really interested in something, I won't forget it very easily. Now, to find out what clan my father is from. His clothing had no sign of a clan crest. My appearance was no help since I took to my mother's side of the family. My messy dark green hair comes from my mom, and my magenta eyes are a rare trait that only my great grandmother had. And apparently, the small Ahoge on top of my head is new. I also have tanned skin, but not as dark as most from the Land of lightning.

I could look at my father's appearance and characteristics to try and find out. My father had dark brown hair and onyx eyes, so he isn't part of the Yamanaka clan. The Yamanaka mostly have light colored hair. Not the Uzumaki either, they have red hair with Naruto being the only exception. It can't be the Uchiha because mom said that his clan has no kekkei genkai. That also rules out the Hyuuga, and the fact the he used ninjutsu. It could be the Nara clan, but the Nara would have no reason to betray Konoha like this, and he didn't have the signature Nara laziness trait. Akimichi was out, and not because of his lack of weight but because of his tendency to not eat much. He has no ninja hound, and no matter what treachery their masters commit, a ninja hound would always stick with their master, so not Inuzuka. He has no bugs, and I don't have a hive of bugs in me… Thank god… Aburame out. I could be a Senju, depending on the exact time period I'm in… Then again a Senju wouldn't go near Kumo because of their conflicts with Konoha. The last major clan I can think of is the Sarutobi clan, they could be an option. There are maybe two or three other less mentioned clans in Konoha that I can't think of at the moment.

I continued trying to think about it on my own for the next three days until I just gave up. "Mom," I decided to just ask. I wasn't getting anywhere. "What clan is dad apart of?"

"Hm? You want to know what Mato's clan is? Well I guess it is a bit strange that I haven't told you yet." She said thoughtfully. At the moment she was making dinner, since after tonight, dad will leave again for about a few months. I was sitting at the table, learning to read again, this time in the Japanese language. "You," she started and I detected a slight dramatic pause. I guess to entertain me since I was still three. "are Zinan of the Shimura clan."

Shimura, huh? I recognize the name and it is from Konoha… but who do I know that is from the Shimu-… wait... Danzo Shimura.

"You have GOT to be kidding me."

Author Note: And there you have it. Zinan Shimura. Heheh if he knew that he was just the product of a fanfiction writer, he'd cross the fourth wall and slap the crap out of me. Anywho, R&R please! I accept constructive criticism because I want to try and make this story better for people to enjoy~