Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does. I already wrote the disclaimer so, no law suits for me! Please! I do own the O.C./S.I. On with the story!

My life was at pause. No school, no work and very little social life. Kids, this is what happens when you ditch your senior year because you are afraid of the future. Do you want the advice from the idiot who did it? Don't try it at home, it sucks.

So here I was, minding my own business, walking around in my favorite shopping center when a fight breaks out right beside of me. The guys were twice my height and four times my weight, so of course I try to move and don't get in the middle. They apparently didn't get the memo and one of them pushed me while I was making my escape.

And I fell. Past the banister. From the third floor. Thanks dude.

As I fell all I could think about was how I screwed up my life. I had a good future. Everything came easy to me, as if I already knew it but had forgotten it. I was effortlessly good at academics and my body was easily kept in top shape, it used to drive my teachers and class mates crazy. But then I had a minor breakdown when I realized that I didn't have even the slightest idea of what to do when high school ended.

Nina Black.

Never accomplished anything at all.

31/5/96 — 23/2/15

What a way to be remembe… black…

I don't know when I started to gain a kind of conscience, but it only lasted a few seconds before I faded again. I was floating and could hearfeel a beat. For a time I was comfortable. Then my new home got smaller, as it got smaller I stayed awake for longer and I could hear more than just the beat.

It had been smothering for awhile in my dark comfi home and sometimes I got tangled with a cord that was attached to me. The only thing that brought me comfort was the gentle voice that I sometimes thought I heard.

One day I was kicking at the walls that now trapped me, as I occasionally do when bored, when they responded and started squishing me.

I blacked out.

Next thing I know someone slapped me in my ass and I started screaming. Not because of the slap, though I would love to slap whoever did it to see if they like it, but because I was hanging! by my feet!

They? Passed me to another person who was cooing at me and that person settled me down somewhere and started to clean me with towels. There was too much noise, too much light and I was too much confused for this shit! So I struggled, I screamed! I fought with everything I had!

And ended up totally spent, wrapped up like a burrito in a strange woman's arms. As I was tired and couldn't continue my epic battle for freedom I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. And so I started to think of everything from the beginning, A.K.A.: my death, to now: human burrito in a giant's arms. Hum…

Good news? I apparently was in my mother's arms. Bad news? I was a baby. Not any baby, but a Japanese baby from what I'm hearing. I don't know more than a few words in Japanese! So I was brooding about my future while being breast feed, and wasn't that a horrible experience?!, when a nurse? I suppose came to check me and my new mother. I couldn't see more than blobs of black, white and grey, she/he was mostly dressed in white and dark grey. S/He also had a big metal plate in their foreheads, I wondered why. How did s/he check on us? With their flaming hands… glowing hands...

Oh, no. Nonono! Oh hell NO!

My fire was rekindled and I was back to fighting! There was no way in hell that I was going to live my second chance in a ninja infested world! I was not going to be subdued by cooing and gentle words, lady! My fight was on!

The glowing hands were back! And they were coming my way! I was not going to black out yet again! I was not!

…

I did black out.

The next months passed by without much notice. I slept, I was feed, and I soiled myself and not necessarily in that order. My vision got gradually better, my eyes got clearer and color started to show up. My hearing was still rather sensitive but manageable. My sense of balance was totally screwed; guess that's why babies have such a hard time walking.

Founded out that my new mother's name was Karura. Figured that she was a shitty if loving mother, seeing that she only came to visit me and left the raising part to nurse maids. Founded out that I was in Suna from the maids. Found out that my name was Shun. Freaked out for a while thinking I was a boy. Was relieved when I saw I had the same equipment that I had in my last life. On a side note, I must be the fastest baby to sit up.

It was a hotter than hell day in Suna, like any other day I internally pouted, when Karura-san came with an unknown chakra signature. I haven't been able to do anything with my chakra but I found that I am a sensor. At first it was unconscious, but the third time I stopped practicing my speech before I heard one of the maids because I knew she was coming I started to pay more attention.

It's like map in the background of my mind where the people are buzzing glowing dots that move around. Non-living thing feel gray and I have to concentrate to distinguish rooms, hallways and furniture. Whenever a new person enters my field it's like a ping that calls my attention and latter they blur with the others. Everyone feels a little different but there are two clear categories. Civilian and Shinobi. Even the weakest gennin is easy to differentiate from non-trained people, their chakra feels denser.

Karura-san was cute, with shoulder length light brown hair and the same light blue-violet eyes I have. I guess she could have been beautiful with a better wardrobe choice and a more flattering hair style.

Huh, I guess I skipped the whole mom's-the-most-beautiful-woman-in-the-world stage that most children seem to have.

"Hello, Shun-chan! Is my little musume being a good girl? Oh, I'm sure you are!" she had me in her arm in less than a second and was cooing all over me.

Well, lady! You would know if you were actually raising me! She annoyed me and the only acceptable action was letting her know exactly that. So with all my baby strength, that didn't account for anything, I kicked up a fuss and screamed my little lungs out.

She putted me down on my crib and I immediately calmed down. Karura-san gave me her most disappointed look. Was I affected? Nope!

"I don't understand! She was such an easy pregnancy! Unlike the first two that were so difficult and painful! I hardly ever felt her unless she kicked a bit and even after I went into labor it was fast and she just popped out with me not actually noticing it! It was why I named her Shun (駿) and now she always cries when I pick her up!" she was getting visibly more upset as she continued to rant.

"Well, she has a good set of lungs, that one! Hahaha! Maybe she will kill lots of Konoha-nin when she grows up!" the old womanly voice caught my attention and my eyes slid off the form of my pouting mother to the old woman that had entered with her.

The woman had grey hair that was in a bun on top of her head with two bangs framing her face and a brown band on her forehead. Her eyes were black and her face was full of wrinkles with two liver spots. She also appeared to be not breathing and had a hand clenching her chest.

"Chiyo-baasama! Don't die!" Karura screamed and run towards her.

I rolled my eyes. Drama queen!

"Haha! Got you!" the now recognized as Chiyo-baasama went back to normal and approached me."Now that I had my fun, let's see if you are compatible with the old tanuki."

Her hands got set on green fire and she placed them on my head, while she was doing her whole funky chakra thing, which actually felt really relaxing, all I could think was: Wait... WHAT!?

As I was freaking out about possibly having a crazy bijuu putted inside me, Chiyo-baasama was humming in thought.

"It's seems that just like your other children she is not compatible;" It took all of me not to visibly relax. Wait, children? What children?" Yondaime will be disappointed. Oh, well! Better luck with the next one!"

And with that she left whistling while Karura-san grows pale. Guess mother doesn't want more children or she just doesn't want for her child to be a jinchūriki. I wonder why they were checking me. Maybe I'm related to the Kazekage in same way. At least I know that Gaara hasn't born yet.

After a while I had to embrace my new life. Nina Black died on a sunny February afternoon; Shun was born at midnight the third of March. Nina had blond hair and brown eyes; Shun had blood red hair and indigo eyes. Nina's mother had been a university professor; Shun's mother didn't work. Nina's father was a Marine; Shun hadn't even met hers, according to Karura-san daddy dearest was a very busy man who loved all his children. Nina was an only child. Shun had siblings. And I freaked out about said siblings.

My oldest sister was Temari, who had her second birthday not too long ago. My other older brother was Kankuro, whose very first birthday I slept through. I was the youngest for now. Why for now? Because Karura-san is pregnant again, this time with Gaara.

I didn't see her much since apparently it was being a difficult pregnancy, if I understood what my maids gossiped correctly. All I could think was that yes, when you seal a demon inside a baby while it's still in the womb, its kinda obvious that's going to be hard on the mother.

So I spent my days on my nursery with several maids to attend my needs and once in a while I would see my brother and sister, who had their own nurseries.

Yep, we were some spoiled brats. Well, not that much. I already had a healthy childhood and Kankuro seemed to prefer to drool on his rubber kunai and not do much more every time I saw him. But Temari… God, Temari was annoying! Bitch stole whatever stuffed animal I had with me when she saw me!

She was the reason I learned to walk. Well, crawl. Even after six freaking months I still fell on my ass.

The language was coming well. I was learning more and more, I could almost understand all of the gossip the maids talked about to pass the time while they took care of me. Never said a word whiles others where present, at least not until I could pronounce everything somewhat correctly. Currently I had almost complete control over my vocal cords, mouth and tongue.

I started to crawl when I was six months old. Why? Because Temari's birthday was the 23 of august and I had a vendetta to carry out. A week after her birthday I crawled all the way out of my room to hers and took her favorite gift. A small fan that went flying off her window. She cried for a week until a young Baki found it and brought it back. I know, I know, I'm a bitch but she had it coming. No one messes with Shun. Not even her two year old sister.

Once I had my revenge I started crawling all over my room, the maids found it adorable. Until I spread my wings and started hiding around the mansion.

This brings me to today. I had been walking around with my chubby legs, making sure nobody saw me, and stopped. I was tired and needed a hiding place to rest in peace. I looked to my right: nada, looked to my left: more nada. I was in an empty hallway with nowhere to hide and no energy to carry on.

At least there was no one around. My sensory range was getting a lot better.

In the beginning it was just my room and part of the hallway, when I practiced to try to extend it after a month I could feel everyone inside the east wing. That was back in July, now we are in November and my radar covers the whole mansion and the grounds outside.

As I was sitting considering my dilemma, feeling my distressed maids running around looking for me, a shinobi was closing on me. This one was an Anbu, a tracking or sensory one because he's very familiar to me; after all he's the one who always brings me back to my maids.

"Not hiding today, Shun-hime?" asked the golden-eyed Anbu. Apparently unlike Konoha Anbu, who use animal mask (which are super cool) and codenames, Suna Anbu use a cloth that looks like a turban hiding the lower half of their faces leaving only their eyes uncovered to see.

I called him Taka in my mind. His eyes were really pretty. Probably shouldn't tell him that.

He crunched down to be closer to my height, huff! He was still a giant! As annoyed as I was that he tracked me down again I still putted my most innocent face, after all I don't want my future minions to be suspicious. All big-doe eyes and some sparkles in the background, tilting my head to a side.

"Ah?" I could practically see his eyes transform into hearts, which it's rather creepy, and he squealed.

That's right! I'm so cute I make Anbu squeal! Ha! Soon I'll launch my plan to conquer the world with my cuteness! Muahahaha!

…

What? You try being a baby for nine months and not get a little loopy!

He picked me up and started to walk away. I didn't really complain because I was tired, besides, minions needed to feel useful. See? I'm such a nice person!

He tickled my belly and I giggled happily.

"Your father wants to see you, Hime-chan. Aren't you excited?"

Wha! No. Not one bit!

A.N: Shun (駿) means fast while Shun(俊) means prodigy, talented. It can be used for both girls and boys. Different writing and different meaning but it's still the same name.

So! My first fanfiction! Yay! Hope you guys (hopefully someone is reading this) liked it. If you have some advice I would love to hear it, er well read it… and if you feel like commenting that you liked it or not and show your support I would also love to read it!

Ja ne!