Summary: She was stuck. What should she do? Try and change things, risking ruining everything and not knowing what could happen? Sit back and let things go as they originally should? Things did turn out alright, in the end...so should she do something?

...Maybe she could help from afar. Help with the War, even if it's just one extra person. Would that be enough...? Would that be okay...?

But, of course, things just couldn't go smoothly as planned because she just had to spark a certain someone's interest. Great.

(My try at a Self-Insert-ish OC story, let's see how this goes).

Disclaimer: I Donut Own Naruto D;

REALITIES

~Prologue~

For the first couple of years, she thought she was just re-living her life. It sounds strange, but she was in a baby's body that looked exactly like her and had the same parents and older brother. Her older brother was identical to the pictures she'd seen in albums, and did, indeed, have the famed temper tantrums that had been a common story to tell during family gatherings.

She still learned how to talk before she walked, her father still worked as a doctor, her mother was still the main breadwinner of the family... They still lived in a place that was hot in the summer and snowed in the winter (according to what she'd been told, that's how the weather was in the first country they'd lived before they began home-hopping all over the world).

Her mother was still named Monika, though there was a bit of an accent when they said it. She'd heard people call her father "Geruto", which would've been strange, but his name was difficult to pronounce. Not to mention they were living in a foreign country at the time.

So, yeah. She was convinced this was just a replay of her life but with her holding the reigns. She wasn't planning on changing much, because honestly, it wasn't too bad.

Her parents took her on walks occasionally. Otherwise, she'd stay inside playing with her toys or drawing (trying to) or just reading short-story books...that were written in another language? It wasn't too unusual considering how much her parents swapped their place of residence, so she rolled with it.

When on their short strolls in nearby parks, she'd noticed they only ever took her in one direction, and, by some ridiculous stroke of bad luck, every time she tried to peek to see what was in the opposite direction someone blocked her vision (Seriously, what are the chances?)

She did, however, manage to catch a glimpse of the corner of what seemed to be a towering mass of rock, once.

Curious.

It was only when the anniversary of her third year of life was approaching that she began to grow anxious.

They'd already moved when she'd turned three. She was supposed to spend three months with her grandparents (who she hasn't seen yet?) then be taken to the first house they'd lived in, in Barbados...

Why wasn't that happening?

"Kuria, is everything alright?" asked her mother.

The girl paused. It might have been because of her constant thinking throughout the past few years, but she'd always been a little clueless about what was happening around her. It didn't seem very significant since she'd supposedly already experienced this, so she'd dismissed many things...

They called her 'Kuria', which meant "clear". But her name was Clara, not Kuria. At first, she thought it was just a nickname since there wasn't much of a difference between "clarity" and "clear", so Kuria could only be a nickname...right?

They called her brother "Rūkasu", which was like saying "Lukas" but in Japanese. Again, it was just the pronunciation...

Wait.

Japanese.

"Kuria...? You're very pale... is your stomach hurting? Do you want some water?"

Blinking as she tried to regain her composure, the girl took in a deep breath before looking at her mother (is it really my mother? Am I really ClaraKuria? Why am I here? ...Something about this feels ...off.), "Ne, mama... Can we go that way today?" KuriaClara (Who is she? Who am I?) asked hesitantly, pointing in the direction they never went.

Monika stumbled slightly, her eyes widening a little in surprise, "Of course we can! Your father and I never go that way because there aren't as many parks. Is that okay with you?" the black-haired woman enquired.

The two-year-old nodded, a gleam of excitement emerging in her brown eyes.

A couple of minutes into their walk, Clara (Kuria?) started to notice some things: the chatter of civilians was getting increasingly louder; fewer trees were seen by the streets; the roads widened and more shops and stalls popped up the further they went...

It was a bit of a... new experience for the dark-blonde haired girl, having become unaccustomed to larger, louder surroundings with more colour and movement. She was so entranced by the unfamiliar environment that it came as a surprise when she found herself walking along what seemed like the main road of the village (city? She wasn't sure...).

She froze, stock-still when her eyes rested on what should be (is) a fictional monument.

The Hokage Rock.

Lemme know whachu think! ;D Thanks for reading!