I really couldn't grasped what really happened. I remember a raining night while I drove home after a choir preformance. All I remember was bright lights and a scorching pain then black. Through that black I saw light and heard screams, mine. It was only months later that I realized where I was. I gazed at the Hokage mountain and their three stoney gazes stare back. I had been reborn into the Naruto universe. I was doomed.
Life has a funny way of biting you in the ass when you least expect it. For me, I thought I was dying and that was it. Heaven was to come or Hell. Or even purgatory. I wasn't expecting the screaming. I wasn't expecting to be born. Or reborn. I still don't understand it completely and I don't think I ever will. When I was born, I don't remember much but I remember the blood, not just of my mother's but of other's. It was a battle, a battle I can barely recall.
I knew my newly bestowed name from an engraved necklace that was found around my infant neck. Katsumi Date. Konoha nin found me hidden amongst the roots of a tree with a white tiger curled around me, guarding my fragile self. I was later told by my aunt that it was my mother's summons. Shina Uzamaki. The story they told me was that my father was casted out of Konoha after a failed assassination and my pregnant mother followed him. They were attacked by missing nin from Iwa as they left the Land of Fire. My father was presumed dead and my mother died giving birth to me. They said that I should be grateful of my Aunt who saved me. She had spoken for me when I arrived in the village. I was torn between horror that they would leave an infant to die for their family's crimes and I was still extremely confused over where the hell I was.
It was then, at age three I truly understood where I was. That I found myself in the Village Hidden in the Leaves in the Land of Fire while I stared up at Hokage mountain. The looming stone faces made me want to shrink in on myself. The carved stone faces seem to radiate the power of the past Hokages. Like their presence was still there, watching over everything.
So, I wanted to hide away and wish to go home, that there was no place like home but I had no ruby slippers. Or mad men in blue boxes. No magic wand either. It scared the living hell out of me and what scared me more was when I discovered that my generation would make up the front lines of the third great shinobi war. How would I survive that? How could I survive that mass blood fest? Much less the fourth? That thought terrified me, the fear kept me up at night in the orphanage.
My aunt, Kushina fought to take custody over me but the council wouldn't allow it. Finally, Lord Third had enough sway to get the council to agree that when Kushina made jounin, she could take me. That Kushina would be deemed responsible enough to care for me. She was working for it, looting all her efforts in making jonin for me. Little ole me. I was thrilled. No sarcasm, Kushina is great. The only sensible adult in my corner besides the Hokage. Not just in what I remembered in the anime from my first world. She was so fierce and so passionate about everything she believed in. I was starting to see where Naruto got it from because he certainly didn't get it from Minato. Someone who I have not yet to cross paths with.
Also, don't get Kushina mad. No one likes her mad or even slightly irritated. No one. Everyone beelines away sensitive subject topics with her. Except Danzo and a few stupid council members. All of whom I've had the displeasure of meeting and all of whom were against Kushina have custody over me.
Back to Kushina's custody. She was consumed in becoming jounin and I was stuck with fellow orphans. I didn't feel like an orphan but I was. I didn't know this new and dead mother who seemed to love me, more than her own life. I felt alone when I wasn't. I doubt Kushina knew but kunoichi of the village would sweep me away and well, teach me. Akimichi women liked to stuff anyone full of Akimichi food if they believed they were underfed which I wasn't. The orphanage had okay food. The Akimichi had berated me that the food the orphanage served was for civilians, not a shinobi approved diet. I was then passed off to the Yamanaka clan with a few Nara to start training to burn off all the calories I consumed. I was taken aback. They had so readily swooped me away and started to teach me what I need to learn for the academy. It seemed like they said, 'Yep, this one is ours.'
The Uchiha stole me away too, but I knew better. It wasn't out of the kindness of their compassionate hearts, they had a end goal but that was where I met the adorable bumbling idiot of Obito Uchiha. He was fun, earnest and deserved so much more than what he ended up with but I was determined not to let that happen here.
Just being alive changed the timelines, I had rationalized one night at the orphanage. My existence had caused ripples. I had the potential to change outcomes and if I pushed enough, I would change the outcomes. I can save them. I will. I had to prepare for what's to come.
A/N: Hey! Yeah I know it's weird. But I'm rewriting This as a SI fic. I will eventually take down the old chapters. Everything is mostly the same but it's an SI now. Bye!