They say, that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

I was never afforded this luxury, I just died, and was simply sent to the next universe, to another place where I could do good.

Let me explain. My name is Izumi Hidashe. I am- err, excuse me, was a regular thirteen year old girl, living in a regular house, with a regular family.

Then, it happened. What, you ask?

My death.

I was killed in the most mundane way possible.

Hit and run. Yeah, I know. Totally boring. But, let me explain further.

God, has seen fit to send me to countless universes, to work out their problems.

It usually ends with me dying alongside the villain. In my case, preferably in an explosion or fire. Something big and flashy. Ahehehe.

Oh, and that brings me to another thing.

Each universe usually has somethings in common, such as a dashingly(in some cases, disturbingly) handsome anti-hero who comes from a dark past(ahem, Sasuke, I'm looking at you), the good looking hero, who is indeed, an actual hero(Naruto). Gasp, so scandalous! Anyway, there's the fan girls/boys(Sakura and Ino), the genius(Shikamaru and *countless* others.) and finally, the mismatched misfit who is severely odd, and can predict the future, 'cause she watched all the animes before her first death and re-life(Me.)

Now that we have that out of the way, let's continue onto how I died and ended up in the Naruto universe.

Naruto was actually the first world I was sent to, as I think God was easing me into it.

So, let's see where this road leads, hmm?

My death was quick, now totally painless, though. So hear me out.

It was a dull, muggy Thursday, in August.
The gray, clouded sky drifted lazily overhead, the light flickering in distorted shadows on the crack sidewalk.

My footsteps beat on the concrete in a rhythm, as I sprinted for school. I began to zig-zag through the parking lot, now smooth, dark pavement was under my feet. I concentrated on the doors, getting closer by the second.

Then, I heard it too late. The squeal of tires, the screech of the brakes. I turned, meeting wide eyes filled with fear. The world slowed, and for a moment, I felt nothing, just waiting for the rush of memories.

When it was finally apparent there wasn't going to be any, I waited somemore. Maybe for the searing pain, the light of Heaven, or the dark of Hell, perhaps.

Then, there was . . . simply nothing.

My second life began with a fury, me not knowing what the hell was going on, unleashed the sirens, more commonly known as, my lungs.

My eyes were closed and I struggled to open them, only to be greeted by blurry shapes.

I screeched out my frustration, trying to demand my parents.

A garbled flurry of language I didn't understand, as well as a soothing croon made me I tensed again. What was wrong with my eyes, what wouldn't my hand move like I wanted it to? What was wrong with me? Of course, I eventually realized I was a baby again, and this brought on a whole new round of wailing.

I was exactly three months old when I first figured out I was in Naruto.

Then, I did the thing I was (eh, sort of good at, now that I had been doing it for three months,) supposed to do when figuring out I was in a different universe, and an anime one at that.

I screamed. Well, wailed, more like it.

"Hush, hush, Izumi!" the women, who had supposedly spawned me, rushed to pick me.

I was getting Japanese, slowly, but surely. I recognized my name, as well as Kaa-san, and Otou-san, which, I knew now, meant mom and dad. I also recognized 'sleep' and 'food'. What? I can't help it! They were the two most common words beside Kaa-san and Otou-san.

I came to terms, eh, ish, with it, but kept wondering something.

How the hell do I get home?

Hi there! This is inspired by Vaengir's inryo-nin Kasa, purpleheart3000's Black Ice- trapped in Naruto, Silver Queen's Dreaming of Sunshine and, finally, TFK-fan118's My life as Ishikari Mayu.

I can't compare with any of these writers, but I hope you enjoy this story.

Edited-

Alrighty, this is the first Chapter rewritten. Enjoy the next.