Hi! This has been an idea in my head for a while and I wanted to put it down into words for a fanfic and I hope you all like it!

As you know and have heard a lot I do not own Naruto or it's characters. I do own my girl though.

Let me know if I made any mistakes and enjoy!

The first time I was reborn it was a shock. I was a small baby who hardly had any motor function and had all the time in the world to stew on my situation. One I was in a baby's body which was full of unending boredom. I couldn't do shit accept scream and roll to the left and right. Two, They were not speaking English, if I could recall my vast knowledge of what languages sounded like, this one sounded very Asian. Which language was not something I could recall at all, I was going to guess Chinese or Japanese. If I could *see* this whole thing would be so much easier as I could guess from clothing or design or something. Once again a white blob moved over me and poked my belly. This whole experience was pissing me off.

I could finally see and have deduced that I was in some kind of ancient Japanese noble household. I don't think they ran around in full kimonos anymore in Japan of my time period. The woman who I guess was my mother was in a full noblewoman kimono. I also discovered the really weird appearance my whole family has. The first time I thought they were a ghost from all of the white they had. White hair, gray eyes, and their skin was an almost deathly shade of white. This whole thing was completely unnatural. Like some kind of anime but I was here and this wasn't a tv show and this is stupid and I hate this and fuck these useless pudgy hands!

I was not a baby in this weird Japanese world full of ghost looking people. I was a 21-year-old woman from LA in Cali. and had a girlfriend and was happy and yeah sure it was a bit of a shitty time but why did I die? How did I die? Why the fuck couldn't I move or do anything? I had a completely normal family and now I was apparently a part of some weird ass poltergeist looking family.

Once I was old enough to keep my head up by myself my new mother had me attached to her hip constantly. She never went anywhere without me and I was okay with that. It gave me a chance to view my brand new world and get outside for the first time in this life. Still couldn't move my own body too well and crawling takes up way too much energy but being carried makes things easier and lets me be happily lazy as my mom toted me around.

After one of the ladies who would watch over me deemed my health to be strong enough to go outside my mother would take me on walks with her. Gathering me into a bundle that she held gently in the many layers of her kimono and she stepped out into the wide and very bright world. It was just a village where every once in a while you would see some stalls peddle food or other small items. Small children would weave in between the adults milling the whole marketplace. The only thing off was the fact that everyone was the same as my family. Everyone had stark white hair and was paler than the moon itself. It threw me off a bit as I could never really recall ever seeing anyone like this in my world. I knew they existed but not in this number. This was a god damned commune of ghost people.

I also noticed something off about their reactions to my mother. Every once in a while people would glance at my mother and whisper. Some would even attempt to catch a glance of me tucked away in her kimono jacket as she made her way to a small garden tucked in the corner of our little village place. It was interesting to realize that we were something important here. There were many other mothers walking around with their children but something about my mother and I made people glance and try to see better. It was probably why mother seeks this place out. The house was also clambering with my brothers and the servants and the town had people constantly staring.

Here it was quiet, mom could just sit and spend time with me without someone running into the room shouting about one mess or another. Even I had to admit it was nice. It was a nicely kept small garden at the very edge of the village, the walls that encompassed this entire town sealing us away from the rest of the world. I could see the tops of trees beyond the walls as my mother sat on a rock and sat me on her knees giving me a chance to just take in the scenery.

"So peaceful isn't it Tomie. Those people are so nosey but they never come here. Too close to the wall for them." I'm pretty sure that even though she said my name I was very sure she was talking to herself. So I just gurgled a bit to humor her I reached up and grabbed one of her long locks of hair and gave it a good hard yank. She jumped and looked down at me as I put the strands into my mouth giving her a very gummy smile. She stared for a moment before smiling and pressing her forehead to mine, closing her eyes. "Ah Tomie, you make me so happy. It's so nice to have a girl around finally. Maybe your father won't snatch you away from me for training. I don't want another child to be turned into a warrior." Staring at her for a moment I just let go of her hair and snuggled into her chest. I wonder what was happening to my brothers.

Looking at my appearance I realized something. The ghost look must have been a family trait. I too had the pale skin and white hair, just like my mother and father and my eyes were a dull gray which no matter what I tried looked extremely dead. We looked like ghosts. I looked up at my mother who was calmly brushing my hair, humming to herself. "Mama?" She paused and looked at me with surprise. The look quickly passed and she turned back to brushing my hair.

"Yes, dear?

"Why do we look like…..this?"

"It's a family trait. We all have it, the whole clan. Our connection to death is...interesting and the story is our ancestor's interaction with it is the reason we look like ghosts." I scanned my face again before pouting a bit.
"I want red hair." My new mother laughed a bit before tying a ribbon into my hair, a white ribbon. *Great* more white with my white kimono, white hair, and white skin I might just disappear in the winter.

"And I bet you'd look lovely with red hair but you look the cutest with white in my opinion. She wrapped her arms around my tiny form and I practically disappeared into her kimono sleeves. She really was gorgeous. Despite her ghost-like appearance, her hair was tied in a long braid shone in any light, she was almost ethereal. "Look at you Tomie, getting so big, aren't you dear."

"Yes, mama." She drew back and patted me on the back with a soft smile. I wonder if I'd get as pretty as her.

"Why don't you go find your brothers, if you're still interested in the story of the clan you should ask them." I nod and stand up giving her a quick bow and scurried out of the room and down the halls leaving mother to take care of her own hair without me in the way.

I wandered around the long hallways following the sounds of shouts and laughter which I knew came from my brother. I picked up my pace and came across our large courtyard and my four older brothers. Well what they called sparring, at some point, it devolved into them just rolling around in the dirt and yanking each others hair. The oldest, Goromie paused in his hair pulling to look up and me as I peeked out behind a nearby wall. His face brightened and he practically threw my other brother away. Who landed in the nearby pond.

Goro was 12 years old the oldest of the bunch and was already going through extreme training with father so this wrestling he was doing was probably just for fun. I think….*I hope*. Just like the rest of us he had white hair which he kept out of his face in a loose ponytail. Compared to the others who acted much calmer he was vibrant and active. Jumping every which way and always yelling about something.

Thinking over this whole thing I didn't even notice him moving towards me until I was in his arms and being swung around like a ragdoll. "CHIBI-CHAN~ Oh! Look at how cute you are~" He started spinning me around rambling about how adorable I was before I was pulled from his arms and placed on the ground by a very wet Yoromie who also looked very pissed.

"Goro." An evil look passed across his face "The hell do you think you're doing."

"Yoro~ Isn't Tomie the cutest? Look at her cute little kimono~" Goro reaches for me again but gets launched away from me with a swift punch from Yoro

"BACK OFF YOU PERVERT!"

"WHO YOU CALLING A PERVERT ASSHOLE!"

"NO SWEARING IN FRONT OF TOMIE ASSHOLE!" Watching them wrestling on the ground cussing each I let out a sigh and wandered over to my other two brothers who have stopped their own wrestling to watch the exciting fight going on.

"Motomie, mom said you'd tell me the clan's story." Motomie was a smaller boy and the second youngest of the bunch. He wasn't very strong to the disappointment of father but he was extremely book smart. Adjusting his glasses he looked down at me and nodded.

"Of course, come here I think I can explain it well enough." I sat down on the ground next to him and leaned on him ready to listen. "Yureshi has strange ties to death and some believe the story of how our ancestor made a deal with the shinigami itself. Our oldest ancestor Kotomie was dying after a long battle which he did not win but instead of going with the shinigami he cut him a deal. He'd gather the souls of those around him and the shinigami would take them instead of him. Basically two souls to the replace his own life to survive. The reaper couldn't truly bring him back and he was trapped between life and death. Not truly alive but not at all dead and that curse transferred to the rest of us as well. We are dead but not quite, somewhere in between. That is the explanation people like for our ability to phase through objects. That we are ghosts just passing through this world not really existing with the other people at the same time. It's why we keep ourselves cut off from the world for the most part" I stare at him a moment and tilt my head.

"Why didn't he just go with the shinigami?" Motomie stared at me for a second before shrugging.

"I don't know it's just a story, people are afraid of death. Do you want to die Tomie?" I sat there for a moment and thought it over before shaking my head.

"No, I wouldn't be able to see you guys anymore." Moto nodded and gave my head a pat.

"That's why probably. He wanted to see his family. He didn't want to die so far from them and-oh here comes father." I look up to see the gruff clan head stop over to the two wrestling boys and slam his fists down, somehow managing to hit them both perfectly. Ah the skills of a ninja.

"What are you two idiots doing!" The pair launched themselves away from each other before pouting.

"He started it!"

"Yeah right if anyone started it, it was you dumbass." Standing up I quickly ran over to father, yanking on his pants to get his attention. He looked at me for a moment before bending down and lifting me up into his arms. I was feeling devious and wanted to have some fun.

"What are you doing out here Tomie?" I wrapped my arms around his neck giggling a bit.

"I wanted to play with my brothers! They taught me some cool words, you wanna hear?" He raised his eyebrow and nodded leaning in closer. Giving a bright smile that slowly turned into a devious smirk I whispered in his ear.

"Asshole." Even though his face didn't change a bit I could feel his muscles tensing as he froze from even breathing it seemed like.

"Hm, interesting." He put me down and gave my head a pat as he stared at the two boys who were now sweating. "Why don't you go play. I have to train these two." Seemingly out of nowhere two kunai appeared in his hands. "You two better start running, you got some laps to do."

They were off before I could blink and I could hear Goro's yelps of fear off in the distance.

"Welp, I'm off! Let's go Koto!" Moto grabbed his silent twin's arm and dragged him away and out of the courtyard leaving me alone to survey this whole place. Plopping my ass on the ground I grabbed a nearby stick to start tracing shapes into the ground. I missed my art supplies but I wasn't sure if they even had the stuff I used. I think all they had was ink and there was no way they were letting me anywhere near that stuff as a kid.

As I drew a quick cat face in the dirt giggling I pause to see a little chipmunk hop out of a bush from one of the corners in the courtyard. "Hello there, where did you come from?" It quickly ran away as I walked towards the bush looking through it to spot something interesting. In the wall was a large crack, large enough for me to crawl through easily. It looked big enough for a 12-year-old to squeeze through.

Standing up I looked around to make sure that no one was watching before I crawled through the hole looking around at the outside world finally. I was surprisingly underwhelmed if I was honest with myself. It was just lots of trees and foliage, I knew there were trees but I was also expecting people. I was hoping for someone, someone who looked like a regular person. That didn't look like us and more like the people I remember from my old world. Glancing around once more I shrugged and crawled back through the hole. I'll keep this hole hidden for later, for now, I was hungry.

It was winter of my sixth year in this new world and I was wandering around the house attempting in many ways to stay warm. This new body more than the old one got colder so much more quickly and I found myself shivering when not by a fire. Running across the freezing wood floor I found Goro's room and dived in as fast as I could letting out a tiny yelp. "Gorooooooo~"

"Chibi-chan? What's wrong." I stared at him as he was wrapped in a blanket and yanked on it lightly pouting.

"I'm cold~ Can I join you?" He stared at me for a moment before smiling brightly and opening up his blanket inviting me in. I quickly dived in attempting to get comfortable. Once we were both situated comfortably Goro returned to what he was doing before I crashed his party. Reaching out of the blanket he grabbed a thick brush, dipping it in ink and gently moving to the paper. I watched his smooth hand movements as he painted across the paper, writing something I couldn't understand gracefully. Curiously I reached out and grabbed the brush from him looking it over and reaching out quickly painting a small smiley face in the corner of the paper.

"Hey now!" Goro grabbed the brush from me and poked my nose with it leaving a black dot much to my protest. "I'm trying to practice here!"
"Practice what?"

"Making seals. Father says I need to be well rounded in all forms of combat. I need to practice making my own seals in case I'm ever trapped too far from the compound."

"Oh...why would you be trapped?" I looked up at him after getting most the ink off my nose. When I asked that I could see the sad look on his face.

"Ninja's live a hard life, Tomie. That's why dad didn't want you to be a ninja. That's why he didn't train you." We stared at each other for a bit longer, me trying to read his eyes and him searching for something. Reaching up I grab his ears and pull his forehead down to touch mine.

"You're a strong ninja too right? Momma heals, maybe I could do that too and I can support you. I'll always be here waiting for you Goro-nii. No matter what." He froze and pulled back to look into my eyes. After a solid one minute, he gave me a smile and pulled away.

"That reminds me, I got you a gift." He picked me up and put me on the ground getting up and wandering to a little dresser looking thing and began to fish around in there. Once he found what he was looking for he stood up and held a little box out to me. "I got it when father took me out for a little mission. I saw you drawing in the dirt a lot and I thought you'd be happier with actual art supplies."

Taking the box from his hand and opened it curiously eyes widening at the sight of a paint kit. "Oh wow." Grabbing the brush from inside I looked it over in wonder. In my past life, I was very into art. Practicing all different kinds of mediums and I had figured that I wouldn't be able to get my hands on all my favorite kinds of materials. Picking up the ink I looked it over with a smile. I guess it's never too late to learn a new style. "Thanks, Goro-nii! Want me to draw you?"

"I'd love that Tomie." Just as he was distracted I grabbed his brush and drew a long dark line across his face with a giggle and his anger. "HEY!"

"Got you Goro-nii!" Grabbing his present I jumped up and bolted out the room laughing all the way. I could hear him chasing after me but I didn't care, it was nice to be so carefree at the moment.

Mother died giving birth to my younger sister when I was 10 years old. I stood outside with my brothers listening to her crying out before it all went silent and we all shifted uncomfortably. The door slides open and our father steps out looking over at me.

"Tomie, your mother wishes to speak to you." Just as he says that he grabs my arm and drags me in, not giving me a choice in the matter. He stops in front of her and I realize what was going on. My mother was shaking and looked over at me with weak eyes.

"Tomie, Tomie come here." She shakily reached her hand out which I slipped my much smaller hand into. "Take care of her, take care of Kamie." Then her hand went limp letting go of mine and falling to the ground with a light thud. Her eyes remained open and staring at me still pleading me yet so empty.

"Mama?" I reached out and placed my hand on her cheek, still warm as if she was alive. That's when a piercing cry rang out from in mother's other arm. In the little bundle was a small wrinkly baby. The baby that killed my mother. The baby mother told me to take care of.

I didn't even realize that my brothers had come in until I was lifted off the ground and held tightly in someone's arm as they stumbled away shaking. She assumed it was Goromie as the three other boys ran past to mother and cried.

"I-it's okay Tomie, we'll be okay." He muttered that to himself mostly as he clutched me to his chest, unable to tear his eyes from the now dead corpse of his mother.

"W-we'll be fine." Even as he said that I could feel a strange wetness fall from him to my kimono and I knew he was saying that more for himself then for me. Grabbing his arm I hugged it tight but even as I did that I couldn't tear my eyes away from the small bundle in my mother's cold and stiff arms. Even as she was dead it would shift around revealing a small, pudgy looking face.

That's what she wanted me to take care of. My baby sister, Our new sibling. I was the oldest girl in this household now and it was my job as the girl to take care of the baby. Part of me wanted me to be mad at the idea that even though I was still a child because I was a girl it was my job to take over the mother role. The rest of me couldn't she was a baby, a baby without a mother and mom asked me to take care of her. Even if she didn't I couldn't leave her alone, I didn't want to leave her alone. I'll take care of her. I promise to myself and to my mother.

I'll take care of her.

Maybe it was selfish of me to take my sister outside the compound with me. I stealthed my way through the thick woods with her strapped to my chest. With my father and my brothers busy with taking care of the clan and my promise to my mother I felt she was safer in my arms. There hadn't been any battles in a while anywhere near here so I assumed it was safe to at least wander a bit from the compound to gather a few plants to make my paints. I had changed into a simpler kimono, one made for wandering around a more dirty setting and tied my long hair up into a tight bun on the top of my head, using the ribbon that my mother gave me so long ago.

Sifting through the bushes I spotted something I was looking for, gorgeous purple flowers blooming from a small bush. Pulling out a small hunting knife I started clipping the flowers off the bush as gently as I could and tucking them into a small pouch under my obi.

I was so caught up and humming to myself happily that I didn't hear the sound of someone stumbling out of a bush to my side. I only noticed something was off when I looked down and saw Kamie staring at something intently.

"Kamie what's wrong?" Following her eyes, my sigh locked onto a boy who was definitely not a Yureishi. He had a dark hair cut in a bowl cut and he had a very surprised look on his face.

"AH!" I jumped up from my crouched position and pointed my knife at him as he jumped away from me pointing in surprise.

"GHOST!"

"What do you mean ghost! Do I look like a ghost to yo-" I then remembered my appearance. "I'M NOT A GHOST DAMN IT!" Waving the knife around I cursed my brothers in my mind for not wanting to teach me how to defend myself.

As I mentally complained about my brothers the boy lowered his arm and studied me a bit. "Hey wait!" I froze but wrapped an arm around Kamie, staring at him suspiciously.

"Yeah? What do you want?" He stared at me a bit more, his intense look made me more and more flustered.

"Who are you?"

"...Who are you?"

"I asked you first!"

"I asked you second!" We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before I finally broke down. "...I'm Tomie. Now your turn." His face brightened into an almost blinding smile.

"I'm Hashirama, it's a pleasure to meet you!... What are you doing?" I stare at him a bit more feeling a twinge of familiarity at the name but attempt to brush it off. Shaking my head I turn back to the bush I crouch down and start gathering the flowers up again.

"I'm gathering flowers for paint and dyes." From the corner of my eye, I could see him nervously walk over and crouch down next to me.

"You paint?" I nod and start cutting the flowers again, gathering them into my pouch. "That's cool...how do you make paint?"

"You can't just use the flowers itself you got to grind the petals down and add boiling water. Not too much cause then the color will never come out. It's not the best but it's all I have to work with so I try to have fun."

"That's pretty cool." His eyes then went to Kamie, who was still staring at him intently. "Is that your baby?" I pause and reach down, pulling the little sling she's in to obscure her more.

"She's my sister. It's my job to take care of her." He nods and turns back to the flowers studying them for a bit.

"Do you….need any other colors?" I study him for a second feeling a bit confused. Was he going to help me or something?
"...yeah. I would like some red flowers but I haven't been able to locate any." He nods and looks around before he leaped off with incredible speed. I scan the area where he used to be before sighing and turning back to the bush, plucking the last flower. In the middle of my stretching, I heard the sound of someone touching down softly on the grass.

Turning around there was Hashirama holding a bunch of red flowers with a bright smile. "Whaddaya think?" I walk over and pick through them before gathering them from his hands.

"...thanks." I pulled out a piece of cloth and laid it down on the ground in front of me, placing Kamie down on it to let her roll around before pulling all the flowers out of my pack and sitting down on the soft grass. I started picking the petals off the flowers putting them into colored piles, ignoring the boy as he sat down across from me, leaning his head down trying to make eye contact with me.

"Need any help?" I pause and look at him confused.

"Don't you have anywhere to be?"

"Nope!" Letting out a grunt I grabbed a bundle of blue flowers and passed them over Kamie who let out a small gurgle attempting to grab them from me. Hashirama took them with a smile and started following in my example and plucking the petals off into a pile.

"So you just bored, or do you help random people you meet in the woods all the time?"

"Nah, you just didn't seem that threatening, you also have horrible reflexes." I nodded along with that fact.

"I'm not one for combat. I just came out here for some fresh air." He nods understandingly as he reached over and poked Kamie in the stomach.

"Do you always bring your baby sister with you?"
"I don't usually sneak out and I wasn't comfortable leaving her behind. It's been peaceful so I thought that I could…" I quickly gathered the petals into separate pouches. After stashing them all under my obi I reached down and grabbed Kamie placing her back into my sling. He stood up and bowed and I responded in kind.

"Well, then it's goodbye for now Tomie-san. Perhaps we'll see each other again."
"Perhaps." I turn and start back towards the compound thinking about that whole incident. It was interesting meeting someone who *wasn't* an Urameshi. He didn't look anything like us. Pausing I looked up at the sky scratching my cheek with confusion. Why did Hashirama seem so familiar, I felt like I had heard about him before. Without giving it more of a thought I shrugged and moved on.

Whatever it was I could ponder it later. For now, I had to get Kamie back into the compound, she was getting hungry. Running back to the compound I slipped through the hole and ran back into the courtyard, setting Kamie up so it looked like we never left and sat with her tickling her stomach. Just as I finished my little act my father turned around the corner spotting me and Kamie and making his way over.

"There you are, Tomie. The servants were freaking out when they couldn't find you or Kamie." He crouched down next to me and gave a smile, patting my head.

"Not my fault they are practically blind! I'm not even a ninja and they couldn't find me out here." He nods and stands up gesturing for me to go with him.

"Well it doesn't matter, it's time to eat. Come along Tomie." Practically preening I picked up Kamie and quickly ran after him. I may not be a ninja but damn if I wasn't an amazing actor.