DISCLAIMER: I do not or will ever own Naruto. That's why I write FanFiction.

This is yet another attempt at an OC "Self-Insert" Fanfic. I will not be bashing Sakura and the main character will not play the role of the matchmaker between the characters. Everyone has been a part of that or will be a part of that once in their lives and to be quite frank, its one of the worst things you could be a part of. Not only does that get awkward to the "Hook ups" but its also misleading and ends up horribly. Just because the awkward part is cute at first doesn't mean it will stay that way. EVER.

I speak from experience.

No. The main character will not get involved with the Uchiha's. If grown men where slain against Itachi what makes you believe a EIGHT year old little girl can do...?

She will also not have irrational hatred for any character. I can't tell you how many times I have seen the main OC have irrational hatred for Sakura, Ino and Sasuke. Sure, the latter are annoying and bossy but that doesn't give anyone a reason to feel irrational hatred towards them. Sasuke may be a big jerk but it's not without reason. Everyone reacts differently to trauma and that's just the way he deals with it to keep moving towards a future, no matter how morbid it may be.

Story Type: OC-Centric, AU, Self-Insert

Tittle Art is done by me. You can find the link address on my profile! It might be subject to Change if I decide to draw something else.

II Chapter One: The Rebirth of Nobody II

To be honest with you, I can't say I remember much of what happened that day.

You would think my brain would be active and recognize everything around me, I guessed that maybe I wasn't as intellectual as I thought I was.

A big part of me was in huge denial.

I was dead wasn't I?

...That despite the blurry visions and odd sensations in what felt like an empty black abyss, were just the memories of my wandering soul. Or had I unbelievebly survived the freak accident.

No way.

There is no way I could be alive after that. I'm not sure how much wattage a street light post has, but I can assure you it provided certain death.

So here I am drifting in the abyss, watching what flet like flashing lights and constant murmuring. I felt like a little bubble of essence floating into the sea of nothingness as I silently admire the slow transition of shadows and whispers. They appeared to be memories of some sort that were distorted by a translucent white film over it.

Every now and then I caught myself humming in delight at the peace and serenity the light brought me. There had only been the period in the abyss that still shot fear int the core of my being.

Being Average was a hard pill to swallow everyday. Lets admit that. I was never of someone with great importance to anyone, save my family...

My friends? They would get over my death EVENTUALLY. My Mother? My Father? My siblings? Not so much...They would mourn me and would mourn every a year after that. Hell, to think that I miss them already. …I would move on without them. It was almost as if..

They were the ones to leave me all of a sudden.

I was utterly...Alone.

'I have so many regrets...Why couldn't I have been good at one thing? Just one thing was all I needed to deem myself as useful.'

I had never been good at socializing either growing up. I lost my touch with the social society so quickly. You could blame social standards for that, Thank You. Standards you had to have in order to be liked. Or tolerated in my case. I was always the second-to-dead-last at nearly every subject, game, activity and even coloring, the only exception had been my decent handwriting. Which was proven with the many "Author of the month awards" It pretty much meant, "Hey! This kid has good handwriting but, can't do much else. Give her a round of applause for at least not being a complete failure! Congrats on not being a total loser. Hooray!... Stay in School."

Teachers pretty much assumed I was up to no good and often believed I was like the rest of the moronic assholes in the classroom.

How wonderful.

I was once really sociable in Kindergarten. I had to boys as my best friends. We just clicked. Before long I had an army of little boys at my beck and call for the next game we would play. I was like a little dictator those days.

'What had happened?'

In high School? Let's not even go there. My last year was pretty much lonely. considering how all my friends moved the previous year or the had already graduated. I eventually got over the bitter feeling of solitude and never gave another flying fuck of what people thought. They were far too pre-occupied on how they looked to bother with me.

I ended up going to a trade-school after I graduated. I was big on anime then. I WAS planning on incorporating Anime into the Cosmetology industry.

Great. I wonder how they payment plan will be affected…

'No use in thinking about that now. I can't do anything anyway...'

it was a shame really.

I would never carry out my dreams...I wouldn't make my parents proud...

...Sorry Mom...Dad...

'I'm sorry I failed you.'

_xxXXxx_

There was a strange sensation that took over, it felt oddly familiar, as if I were drowsy within my own dream. I almost felt the strong urge to either vomit as the spectrum of colors blurred and swayed in the light. The heavy pressure in my legs had suggested that I had been standing. I brought out my blurry leg and tried to move forward. They heaviness in my eyes had begun fading away and my sight cleared. Rubbing what was left of the drowsiness from my eyelids and immediately froze.

Slowly, I removed the foreign hands away from my face and I could feel a cold shiver envelop my very chest.

I was definitely not in a hospital nor had I survived my fatal accident...

I had to blink profusely at the small chubby fingers that twitched at my command as they played with the soft cotton one-zee.

'There's no way...but..? HOW?!"

I was a child.

...but, I had died.

The cold air within me began to stir in the midst of my confusion until, it was all I could really think of at that moment.. It was like a warm stream of air that whizzed though the core of my body like a set of blood vessels. It wavered at my as my fear began to peak, as it did I put a hand in the lower part of my belly and hummed as I was how stubby and small my legs had been.

I was absolutely tiny!

A soft breeze waddled beside me. It flashed a little brighter as if concerned. Was this like some sort of form of Morse Code?

Whoever it had been, I felt strangely at ease. It felt natural to trust them.

. It was sweet and small and it melted the anxiety like cheese fondue on a heating plate. My vision was invaded buy a small mass of bubble gum pink hair and emerald glazed eyes. For same strange reason, my world almost felt absolutely complete. This person, was precious to me... I immediately embraced the small person despite the questioning flash that formed within her.

'Who was this person to me?'

Was this my sister…? I had known the warmth of my sibling in my old life. This person held nearly the same warmth.

A part of my subconscious warned me to never leave this small being alone or on their own.

Like, I should never be far from her. Ever.

'Why?'

"Look! Kizashi! LOOK-AT-THIS! IT'S SOOO CUTE!"

Flashes of white burned my sensitive eyes. These people were taking pictures?! Wait…what did they say…? I squinted though the colorful dots that had invaded my vision. The language they spook was something I wasn't familiar with at all.

"Misaki-Chan hugged little Sakura-Chan out of nowhere! It was adorable!" The blonde haired woman exclaimed as she squealed. She looked younger than my mother….Her warmth felt like my mother…The stream of warmth in my belly was now a frozen current as I pictured my mother laughing at my father when she slammed his face in his own birthday cake. Then the picture grew as my two brothers laughed as they watched their "Old man" flung cake at their mother, at the same time me, the oldest laughed as I held my baby sister in my lap at the table next to my father. It had been the picture perfect moment as my uncle and aunt had described it.

I missed my Mom...my Dad...my family...

It was then I felt my eyes burning and a hot stream of tears flowed. I wailed and sobbed at the though of never seeing them ever again.

A large cloud of warmth enveloped me and cradled me. I held the person who emanated such warmth, It was my other Father. I knew if I lied to myself I would live with the guilt forever, however, it was the only thing that allowed me the haven of comfort and safety. I would allow to fool myself...no matter how wrong it seemed. As closed my eyes and rested my cheek on his chest I pictured my own Dad when he used to carry me this way. All I wanted desperately was the comfort of My own parents. To be able to see them once more and to hug them with all my strength. I had taken my own live for granted and called it nothing more than boring and tasteless.

When I had everything anyone would die for.

What more could I have asked for?

When I had the love and comfort of my family.

"Mebuki my love! Looks like you made the baby SHUTTER with your squealing"

"Oh-Kami. That one was horrible. Why did I even marry a fool like you Haruno, Kizashi?"

"Huh-? Ruh-No? (Huh? I dunno) Maybe because I'm FLASHING with good looks!" He grinned goofily as he held his daughter. His wife buried her face in a pillow and sighed.

Haruno…? Wait…My sisters Name is…Sakura...

Sakura? Haruno?...

What was once a small warning in my head turned into a full alarm blaze.

Pink Hair? Emerald eyes? Father with his hair Shaped like a blossom?

'Just where the hell was I reborn in?', I thought questioningly, before the weight of the world was trying to crush me into the depths of deep sleep.

'What's going on here?!'

WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON…? I mentally screamed before whimpering on to my Father's chest. My eyelids tried to fight back the heavy sensation in vain as sleep overtook me.

Maybe...if I just fooled myself into thinking it was my Dad holding me once more...Everything would be okay and I would wake up in my bed... and this whole ordeal will be a hellish dream...

Yeah...Because things like this don't actually happen.

Don't they?

_xxXXxx_

As it turns out...I would never wake up in my old room...and that my fears were realized. The day I looked out the upstairs window to witness people jumping on roofs of other buildings.

Which may sound cool at first but was far more creepier that I thought it would be.

I was forever grateful for not being born in Iwa or The village hidden in the fucking bloody mist. Fuck. THAT. I would have killed myself beforehand.

However, Konoha or Konohagakure was a bit humid…but I would have to suck it up despite my distaste for humidity. Material world problems would be a walk in the part compared to the problems most people in this world faced.

Like in the material world; you worried whether you could ever land a job and get married but here...you had bigger things to worry about like "Oh shit, Did I say Kyuubi? I meant Kiwi ANBU-San!" Or I could disappear one day and the Shinobi could wipe away any trace of my existence.

For a while I actually didn't see Kizashi and Mebuki as my "Parents." But throughout the time I saw more of my first parents within them. My Dad had been a goofball and was gross at times. (In a funny good way) Kizashi shared the same lameness as my Dad. Mebuki was a lot like my First Mom. She had a strong and stubborn personality. Like a queen. It gave me comfort in knowing I was in no rush in forgetting my first parents.

Sakura was another thing all together. Since, I never grew up with a sister and was never introduced with the activities of braiding one's hair, helping with homework and constantly having company.

None of witch we're bad things.

I would give this girl a backbone even if I have to annoy her to the point of retaliation. I realized my memories of my old life were becoming more of a dream and I had almost forgotten how much I had truly come to hate the Haruno, Sakura portrayed in the first series.

Words like: Useless, Bimbo, Annoying, Damsel in distress kept echoing in the back of my brain.

The more I dug into the crevices of my brain to compare to my new reality from my the one I remember watching long ago the more sweat began to form on my brow.

The Bridge...Zabuza...Naruto and the Kyuubi...Sasuke...The Chunin Exams...Curse Mark.

Orochimaru.

Who was destined to be a part of that team? Sakura.

So, If I had the choice to take that from her if I could. Would I? Would I even be able to survive? What if my being here would change the decisions Sakura made? How much would I be able to influence her?

My face started to bead with sweat at the severity of the situation. "What the hell am I going to do? My twin's life hangs in the balance here…" I whispered. I punched the floor.

I don't know how. But if I have the power to help change the grim outcome…then I will.

I just hope it won't backfire and blow up in my face.

Sakura toddled towards me and wrapped her arms around me as if she sensed my distress.

That's when It dawned on me. I'm Haruno, Sakura's Twin...No. I was older.

Sakura Haruno was MY twin.

Me.

Haruno, Misaki.

Author's Note: In the beginning of the Story, Misaki doesn't become self-aware until she's like two or three years old. Like anyone's childhood, you only remember flashes or very small clips of your memories. That's what I tried to portray it as. Misaki pretty much never gets over the loss of her family in the Material World. The people in the Shinobi World are entirely different being from humans. I will explain later on when Misaki starts to ponder on the difference between "Earthlings" and the "Hana Yuza's" (Chakra Users)

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