Author's Notes:

Hi there, readers. This story is going to be my try at an OC-self insert story. This idea came to me as I was reading Silver Queen's Dreaming of Sunshine which is an awesome fic which if you haven't read yet, you should start. It is one of the best OC-SIs out there and this story will hopefully do that genre justice.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything and am just having fun with the world of Naruto

Death is a New Beginning

"Damn it what a lame way to go," I thought to myself as I stood in line full of other dead people waiting to be judged or reincarnated or whatever. I wanted to get a family and live to see grandchildren, not die because of some asshole drunk driver, 25 is way too young to die. Since in life I was a Buddhist, it seems like this is a reincarnation line as I see the guys in front of me drinking from this bowl before jumping into this hole which I assume leads back to the mortal realm.

When it became my turn to drink the soup, I grabbed a bowl, not realizing that it was empty and when I realized it, the jerk behind me pushed me into the hole.

"FUCK, I didn't drink the soup so I still have my memories…wait, I still have my memories of my past life, AWESOME!" With a 25 year-old mind in a baby's body, I can totally be a genius and overachieve on everything. Knowing the rules of reincarnation, I did not commit any serious crimes, was respectful to my parents, donated to charity, I was pretty sure I would be a human in a respectable environment.

"Ugh, everything's so blurry," are my first thoughts as I open my eyes to my new life. White walls, white ceiling, of course I'm at the hospital, funny how my first and last sights of life are in the hospital.

Despite having a 25-year old mind, it is still weird to be a baby again and my thoughts are confused and I did not remember having such blurry eyes. I wanted to say something, but my undeveloped vocal cords wouldn't let me and it only came out as a wail and the wails led to me getting panicked and thus the crying began. If anyone asks, I totally planned that as newborns are supposed to cry, I was not crying, I was acting ok, acting, because men do not cry.

Men do not cry, but then when I went to the bathroom for the first time in my new life, I realized something did not feel right. It was then when I realized that:

"Well fuck, I'm a girl now."

With that new revelation, I did not like my memories as much now, because now I'm going to suffer sexual identity crises throughout my life. I grew up as a boy, acted like a boy, interacted with others as a boy, and my mind still has thoughts of a boy. But I'm a girl now, I used to be a straight guy in my past life, puberty is going to be so awkward…

Besides the normal weirdness of being trapped in an infant's body with the memories of an adult body, there was also this overabundance of energy in my body that I could not make sense of. It felt really warm and sort of flowing, it's hard to describe it, but it made me feel more powerful.

As my senses became more developed, I started feeling this energy thing around other people too. It was like a mental light of interest in my field of perceptions, sort of like radar. I could not determine who or how many people were coming near me, but like a blob in an otherwise empty view. This energy was also present all around me, and it took me quite a while to get used to breathing this charged air before my mind got used to it and that it was just plain air.

A person usually has amnesia for their toddler years as their brain develops the memory center, but apparently my soul or spirit or whatever you call it can still make memories without a brain, somehow, I tried to figure out why, but I just ended up with a headache. I eventually stopped and just blamed it on the soup, but the result is I actually remember my toddler years, and it was frustrating. My limbs were not strong enough to do what I wanted them to do, and so I had to cry for whatever I needed, I hated feeling so dependent on someone for basic needs like food and bathrooms. I can see why biology made people forget this phase of their lives, helps our self-esteem so much.

My memory of this time also showed me that I had an unnatural amount of static shocks in my childhood, I wondered if the environment around me had extra electrons or something, but I filed it away as me just being very unlucky when touching stuff.

This ability to remember my childhood also came with one memory that is horrifically burned into my mind for the rest of my life, lives, whatever.

I was three months old at the time, I was sleeping when in the middle of the night, and this horrible feeling of dread came over me. The air became so heavy, crushing me, and everything felt so evil, so powerful, and I was so sure that I was going to die. I cried my lungs out that night, and I remembered that I couldn't make a noise for a few days after that due to the strain I put on my vocal cords. Despite my cries though, no one came to help me, no one except my older brother who was only six at the time.

I could tell he was scared too by the wide eyes and the shaking of his hands which he tried to hide from me by clenching his fists together. He held me close that night, as if trying to shield me from that vile feeling. It did not help though, but I will always feel grateful to him for trying nonetheless.

It was when I was about a year old when I started taking my first steps. Enjoying my newfound movement, I moved around to explore the place I was living at. It was large, so I seemed to be born into a wealthy family, but the strange thing was I did not see much technology around. If we were rich where were the flat screen TV's or computers, I didn't see any of that. I knew I was in Japan due to my parents and brother speaking in Japanese, so this was really weird. We lived in a wooden mansion and everything seemed so traditional.

There also seemed to be a lot of sharp, pointy things in the house. They were all out of my reach of course, but I can see them. People all carried these knives around everywhere they go, and apparently, I have a huge family if the amount of people I were introduced as cousins was any indication. I'm pretty sure they are not all my first cousins as my grandparents could not have been THAT busy, but I did not understand enough of the terminology to distinguish how far off related they all were.

My first thought was if I got reincarnated into the past or something, but that flew out the window when I saw my brother come home after a week away. He looked injured, bruises around his face and a swollen eye, but his eyes were what caught my attention, his pupils were supposed to be a jet black, not this bloody red with commas in it.

"Shi..Shi-nii?" I babbled in my baby tongue, and then my mind connected all the pieces:

Forehead protector….

Traditional housing….

Red eyes with commas in them…

Energy all around us and within our bodies

Shisui nii-san

I was born into the Naruto world of all places, and of all families, I was born into the Uchiha clan, as the younger sister of Shisui of the Body Flicker.

I stared at my brother, others might have thought that I was curious or worried, but in truth, my brain just broke.