A/N: Let's explain some things before you start this story. 1) This is during Minato's time. Yes, the other parents of the konoha 11 group is indeed here. Well, most of them anyway. 2) I know that Minato is actually younger than them (them= Fugaku, Inochi, Chouza, Hizashi and Hiashi, Shikaku, and Tsume, though i'm not 100% if he's younger than all of them or not) by a few years or so, maybe like two or three years. But this is a FanFiction, so not everything is going to be exactly the same as the manga/anime. But only some details like that is different. The third war and whatnot will still happen. 3) The oc hadn't actually seen Naruto, she only remembers a few things about the show because of how popular it was. So, she saw it on social media, heard people talking about it, etc. 4) I'm making up the story as I go, so, bare with me guys.

Once again, this is a FanFiction and it will differ from the actual show.

Anyways, please enjoy.

"I'm not afraid of death because I don't believe in it. It's just getting out of one car, and into another." -John Lennon

BLOOD AND FIRE

CHAPTER ONE:

A NEW LIFE

Posted 5/16/17

Death was something that was unavoidable. It was everywhere, really. But what happens when you die? Do you fear it or welcome it with open arms? Where do you go? Do you simply sit in darkness, resting peacefully, or do you go to heaven or hell?

I suppose I wasn't much of a religious person. Sure, I believed that there could have been something else other than science that created everything we know of today, but did I believe in god? No. Not in the slightest.

Maybe if I did believe in god I wouldn't be in this situation right now, but it's too late.

On December 17, 2017, a woman named Scarlett Johnson, had passed due to a tragic hit and run. Perhaps, if the other driver called right after the accident, she could have survived. Instead, she bled out. She couldn't have cried out for help because a piece of glass from the windshield had lodged itself within her neck, making it impossible for any sound to leave her mouth. She couldn't raise her arms and swing them around rapidly to catch anyone's attention, because her right arm was broke and the bone in her wrist was popping out of her skin while her left arm had a large gash near the muscle that functions her arm movements between her shoulder and arm.

She had half of her body outside of the car while the other half had somehow managed to get crushed under the car. She couldn't move, she couldn't talk, and she could hardly breath.

She was dying. I was dying.

They wouldn't come for me in time and I knew today was the day of my death. One day before my birthday too. It felt like it hours, but it was only minutes. All I could feel was pain and my own blood leaving my body. I could feel myself weakening, my eyes shutting, and my throat closing. Even with my eyes shut, I could still see the car on top of my body, crushing some of my ribs completely and causing me to have trouble breathing. I was lucky the glass wasn't deep enough to cut off my ability to breath at all. Maybe that's just wishful thinking, or perhaps my death would have been quicker that way and I wouldn't have to suffer longer?

I would never know.

I probably should have been angrier about all this. The person that hit me with their car didn't even have the balls to stay and see what they have done to me, I wouldn't even get an apology or see who did it. Because I'm dying and they killed me.

I suppose I wasn't that mad because I had a decent life, enough to be satisfied with accomplishing what I had wanted. I became a doctor at age twenty-two and became pretty well known. I got engaged to a stern brown haired man with dark brown eyes who always worked. Maybe I was a little angry about dying. Because I never got to marry him, but maybe its for the best. We didn't get along well and half the time I questioned if I really loved the guy.

I only agreed to be in a relationship with him for my parents sake. They wanted me to be with a guy who could take care of me. They wanted me to be a housewife and 'stop playing doctor'. I knew if I didn't accept the relationship proposal my parents would have most likely disowned me. Now, it doesn't even matter.

As I drew what would be my final breath, I finally came up with a small conclusion. Death is not peaceful. Death is full of pain, loneliness and confusion, mainly just pain though.

When I first became conscious, I didn't register much at all. I saw everything in blurs and if I'm being honest it was quite annoying. What was more annoying though, was not being able to function independently. I couldn't feed myself. I couldn't bathe myself. I couldn't even wipe myself.

Reincarnation was not something I tried desperately in my past life to think and learn about. Sure, I learned about it in middle school but it wasn't something we needed to cling on. In fact, I mainly ignored the whole theory on it. I didn't think it was possible, only something we human used to make death a little easier to deal with. I guess I should have believed it, but once again, it was too late.

It didn't take me to long to understand what had happened to me. As soon as I felt a light tap on the back and began sucking on a nipple on instinct, it was pretty obvious.

For the first three months of my life, I grieved for my old life. I screamed, cried, and thrashed. I felt sorry for my caretakers, but at the same time I wasn't. After all, everyone should have the right to grieve, even me.

Once I got my vision, I noticed that my mother was beautiful. As in breathtakingly beautiful. Though, my father was nowhere around. Perhaps he was dead? Or simply left us?

My mother looked short, I couldn't really tell though, due to my small baby size. She had curly medium length hair that was a dark chestnut color. She wore a long sleeved dress and had wide hips and medium sized breast. She had bright green eyes and always carried a soft smile on her face.

She was probably one of the only reasons I actually tried to do anything in this life.

"Miho." Mother hummed with a smile as she went to pick me up. I gave her a small toothless grin, raising my arms up towards her.

I acted as any child would. I didn't want to scare her. She was taking care of me on her own and loved me unconditionally. It actually hurt sometimes, how much she cared for me.

"I love you, Miho." She smiled, placing a soft kiss on my forehead as she carried me around the house. I felt a small ache in my chest as she looked at me with those bright loving eyes.

I'm not your daughter. I wanted to cry out to her, apologize to her for possibly stealing the body of her daughter. Please don't look at me like that. I'm not her.

This woman loved me so much and did everything in her power to take care of me. I felt guilty, even though it wasn't my fault I was reborn.

I began to care for her during the past few months. So, the least I could do was be the daughter she had wanted.

After eight months of being carried everywhere and/or crawling everywhere, I was finally going to teach myself to walk. I've tried a few times, but ended up landing on my ass. I'm sure I'll have it this time.

I grabbed tightly onto the chair leg as I pulled myself up with shaky legs. Mother watched me with green eyes wide with shock.

Step one: standing. Complete.

I took one step forward without falling, I almost lost balance for a few seconds though. After a second I took one more step forward. Slowly but surely, I began to walk towards my mother.

Step two: walk. Complete.

"Come on, Miho!" She cheered excitedly, causing me to feel giddy. I felt my legs becoming weaker. So, with my pudgy legs, I took to a small sprint towards her.

I wouldn't even call it a sprint. Honestly, I was basically just stumbling towards her a little faster than I was before. She didn't care though. She was just happy that I was walking.

"Mama!" I shouted with a grin as I landed in her lap, causing the said woman to look at me with tears in her eyes.

She hugged me tightly with a happy laugh. "Good job, Miho!"

Learning how to walk: Complete.

The first time I saw myself was right after I learned how to walk. I walked into the bathroom, for the first time might I add, and noticed a large body length mirror. Curiously, I walked towards it and was met with my reflection.

In front of me was a child with bright fiery hair that went a little past her shoulders. My hair actually looked like a flame. Different shades of orange, red, and yellow, were all mushed together, looking like one bright flame. It was beautiful, yet there was something about it that made me uneasy. Hair wasn't supposed to look like this, right?

I had soft green eyes, the same shade as my mothers. I basically looked just like her, other than my hair of course. I felt a large smile on my face, not noticing my mother come behind me with an amused grin.

"She's very pretty, ne?" Mother said as she put a hand on my head and crouched down to my level. "That beautiful girl is you, Miho."

She was right. I was really pretty and I don't mean it concededly. My old life, everyone had blemishes but as I looked at my new body, I couldn't find one. Then again, maybe it's because I look just like my mother.

My first birthday was uneventful to say the least. My mother had a few friends that brought their kids though. Most of those friends of hers had a headband on with the symbol of a leaf on it. I wasn't quite sure where I've seen it though, possibly in my old life?

The adults left the room, mother included, to let us kids play. Though, I didn't know how much we could really do, considering we were all only one year olds, maybe less for a few of them. We all sat in a small circle.

Two twins sat next to each other, both male. They had long brown hair and pale pupil-less eyes and a blank expression. They were actually pretty creepy looking, I mean, who didn't have pupils? Maybe they were blind?

Directly in front of the twins was a boy with spiky dark hair that was styled into a small ponytail. He had smallish eyes that were a dark black color and it looked as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

Next to him on his right side, was a chubby boy with bright red hair and purple squiggly lines on his cheeks. He had tiny looking black eyes and he was quietly nibbling on what seemed to be some type of food. Since he didn't have enough teeth to actually chew, he was mainly just sucking on it.

On the left of the ponytailed kid, was a boy with somewhat spiky blonde hair. His hair wasn't a bright blonde, it looked slightly dulled, like a darkish blonde hair color. He too, had pupil less eyes, but instead of a pale color they were just a simple blue color. He was mainly just staring at the other kids, including me, with a tilt of his head.

Next to him, was a boy with dark brown hair and onyx colored eyes. He had a small frown on his face as he looked at all the children, it even seemed like he was glaring at all of us. Maybe he was just hungry?

Next was a girl, surprisingly. All of the other kids seemed to be boys so far, though she did kind of like boyish. But she was definitely a girl. She had spiky brown hair and brown eyes with red triangle like marks going down hair cheeks. She had a wolfish smirk on her face.

Seriously, why are all these kids so weird? Their not even technically toddlers and they all have some weird thing going already. If anything, I seem the most normal. I let out a small snort at that. Because being an adult trapped in a baby's body was normal.

I turned my head, finally noticing I forgot a kid. He had spiky bright blonde hair. When I say bright, I mean bright. It was like I was looking at the sun. He was looking at me with beautiful blue eyes, and damn was I jealous of this kids eyes. They were just so blue.

After a second, I realized he was oddly close to my face. I blinked. "Hello?"

He gave me a soft smile and pointed to my hair. "Like!"

Well, that certainly wasn't expected. I blinked again before a small smile formed on my face. "Thanks."

We all sat in silence for a few moments before the adults came back out, wished me a happy birthday and took their children with a small goodbye. Yes, that certainly was uneventful.

CHAPTER END

UNEDITED