I was inspired by several other stories to write this, I hope you like it!

I don't own anything but Aya/Ava and her family

You know all those stories about a light at the end of tunnel? Oh who am I kidding, of course you do, everyone does. Well there's this other thing, a theory I once read in a theology text book, this theory states that the light at the end of the tunnel is actually the birth canal opening up on your new life as you are reborn, and that miscarriages are the result of near death experiences.

As one who has died, I can now confirm that that theory it true. Now, it is assumable that once you are reborn the shock of it and the underdeveloped brain of the body you then possess erases all previous memories you had, only to be called back in dreams and phobias, which is why some so irrational phobias exist, and why you feel déjà vu sometimes for no actual reason.

If that second theory is correct, then something went wrong with my death, because when the light faded enough for me to actual see upon my second(or third, or fourth, or twelfth) birth I was thinking, taking in the sights, and wondering where in the ever loving hell had my clothes gone.

Now, bit of background while my newly attained body is checked over by doctors in weird outfits yes? Yes.

I suppose you're expecting a sob story that one would normally find in the protagonist of a story, and before someone gets on me, protagonist just means the one whose perspective the story is told from. My life was good, normal, nothing special at all, none of this 'I'm not like other girls' nonsense I've seen so many times. Because to be honest? I'm exactly like thousands of other girls in the world you might find. My parents loved each other, my father was a maintenance mechanic for a company that builds microchips, my mother stayed at home. My Brother-in-law was in the navy, and my sister watched my nieces. My other sister was a brat that spent all her time in her room, shouting at people on her xbox. And I was the kid that read and failed tests. So yeah, normal.

Even my death was normal. Car crash, sad isn't it? Drunk driver too. You know you'd think dying in White Chapel(fun vacation huh?) I would at least get a death someone might remember, not that I'd like to be a modern day Mary Kelly. Skinned to the bone doesn't sound fun to me.

"Aya," I Looked up when I was handed to a woman who was red in the face and coated in sweat, watching her smile through damp bangs and tired eyes at my infant self. Aya, was that my name now? Well I suppose it wasn't too bad, actually it was very strange, considering my real name, or the one I thought of as real at the time, was Avery, though my friends called me Ava.

I heard someone else say something in a language I didn't quite understand, though it sounded very Asian. Japanese specifically. Was I Japanese now? It really didn't look like it, none of the doctors looked very Asian, nor did the woman I assumed was now my mother. Movement from my right pulled my attention that way and I turned my head as best I could with underdeveloped muscles and blanket-pinned arms. There was an oddly shaped bundle of pale blue clothe in one of strangely dressed doctors arms and I could see it squirming even from where I was. When I heard the god awful scream of a new born I realized with horror that dear god, I had a twin.

A man dressed in civilian clothes stepped forward and took my brother, or assumed he was a he from the color of his swaddling, from the doctor, smiling and approaching the two of us. I winced when something hit my eyes, light reflected off an odd band on the man's head. I realized then, now that I was looking at it, that everyone else in the room save my mother wore one as well, a plate of metal right across their head. And there was something very, very familiar about the symbol on it.

A triangle attached to a spiral and a twig coming off the end. Now why was that familiar…

No.

Oh no, you must be joking.

It had to be a hallucination, I got a concussion when the car hit him, I was in a coma and I was imagining the whole thing. There was absolutely no way!

But there was. I had been reborn in an alternate universe, one that should have only existed in the imagination.

I was in Konohagakure.

And my dad was a ninja.

"Ren to Aya Kimura," one of the doctors said, looking proud while my new parents smiled down at me and my brother. I looked back up at them, watching an odd look pass my mother's eyes, who sent it to my father, who looked down at me and frowned slightly before setting Ren in the dark haired woman's grasp. He said something I had no hope of actually understanding, the only thing I caught was something about Ramen, before his slipped out of the room.

Or I assumed so, with my limited field of vision.

I was taking evaluation of my current state, too busy to care much. Kimura appeared to be my surname, which would mean that I didn't belong to any big clan and I wasn't family with any main characters. I had two parents, a brother, and was an eighteen year old trapped in the body of a new born that didn't seem to want to keep its eyes open. I needed to figure out when I was first of all, for all I knew the village had just formed, though judging by the spirals it was at least past Kushina's arrival in the village, they had the spiral of the Uzumaki's home village in it after all.

The door opened and I twisted as much as I could, making a fuss until my mother hushed me and someone laughed from the door. It sounded vaguely familiar and I twisted further, finally getting to see who was laughing at my valiant struggles and freezing when I caught sight of two people I had least expected to see.

There in the doorway, beside the man that was now my father, stood the fourth hokage, Minato Namikaze, and his wife, Kushina Uzumaki.