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Chapter 1 - Ad'day's Anew

Life's like a fickle, feisty fox, isn't it? In the next life I met one, too.

That day stuck out in my mind. Well, I had just got my driver's license… and WHAM—I smacked straight into the guy in front of me on the highway with no hope of surviving or stopping beforehand. The bits and pieces that I still had in my memory were still there. I knew that the shock kept me going, and all that I remembered after that was being spliced in two by a large piece of metal the hood of my 2001 Malibu. Blood leaked out of my abdomen, and no amount of stitches could put my innards back in place. The pain was at least numbed by the adrenaline, or I could have been fading out of existence. One of the two.

Eventually I did fade out of existence. Here it comes… if I burn in hell just because I didn't believe in God, then those stupid Christian beliefs would be beyond what I could believe. Very paradoxical, right? Guess that's why I went to hell…

But something like a realization of a completely different life than my own came before me in flashes, and lord knows what happened after that. I may have lived just totally different life without even knowing, but the flashing before my eyes seemed to stop at a small little girl sitting out on a cold night street, shivering and curled up in a ball. I opened my eyes slowly and began to feel weakness in my body. I was laying on the ground on my side. My hip and neck hurt because of the wreck, right? But I was just sleeping, and laying there. I knew when you went camping that you had to bring a sleep-pad or you were going to be very sore in the morning. When I sat up, and tried to make sense it all. I felt hungry and weak by instinct, and was so confused that I missed the sun starting to rise in the distance.

I sat up looked down at my clothing, and it was a dirty white blouse with fitted-style white capris. Um… did I forget to mention I had no idea why I was dressed like a girl who was in her night clothing. Well, my hair may be short and spiky, and apparently greyish-black, but I wasn't myself, and I was so confused. I needed to roll with it, maybe, because now I see why I was having those memory flashes, and somehow everything made sense. I was in a completely different world. However, basic needs first, then I can worry about my situation later; it left my mind, and wanted needed drink of water.

However, someone stopped, took one look at me, and he smiled at me. I smiled at him.

"Hello. Are you alone?" he said in a gruff, tone of voice.

I had practically forgotten how to talk at this point, so I just replied. "Auhh."

"Really… should a little girl be out here alone? Where are your parents?" said the man matter-o-factly.

The man in the long robes, which I knew was someone called "Hokage", knelt and said… "Come with me—don't be scared."

"Are you… um, Hokage?" I asked. He took my hand, pulled me off the ground, we started to walk together.

"I am he."

He walked with me and we arrived at a structure just below a familiar, Mount Rushmore type outcrop jutting from the wall of this important mountain. The structure was bigger than I could have imagined, and the mountain faces even more so… I knew exactly where I was now.

I was in Naruto.

Give me a break. I thought, pouting like a child.

"Why are you so unhappy?" the Hokage asked. I should have guessed this was Hiruzin Sarutobi, but my memory had faded to a degree over the five years living in the Naruto World subconsciously through the powers of reincarnation. I just didn't want to believe it… "You must be hungry. Come with me, little one."

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A few days went by fast as I sat in the Hokage's office—I was offered food and a couple a mints on the Hokage's desk. You can count on Ojijisan and any other old person to have stale peppermints in both their work and home. Trying to keep sanity with books, I could barely read them because of the language barrier and the fact I was 5, but somehow, I wasn't so stupid that I didn't know how read at all.

I learned that I came from a children's home down the street, and no one decided to look for me. I was put back in another home, and it seemed to be a lot nicer, but the people there treated me like an annoyance. It wasn't all bad since I had made some friends, but no friend ever stayed around long enough since they would always be adopted before I could get a chance to know them. That or they ignored me after a while.

An Anbu came to visit me every now and again, and he was one of the shortest Anbu I had ever seen. Itachi Uchiha, before he killed his clan. Showed him my ninja skills, and he agreed to work with me on them.

"So, you already know how to use real weapons, Makoto?" said Itachi as I swiped a kunai from his hand. He must have not remembered the last time when I used his tools. I must not have stuck out in his mind, or maybe he was just making sure I didn't try anything dangerous… or maybe he just forgot! I didn't care, he was probably thinking both ways anyway.

"Yeah, wanna see?" I said, "Sometimes Mai who's in the academy lets me try."

"I Mai nice to you?" said Itachi.

"Sort of… she's sort of the one who tells me to do bad stuff." I said

"Don't listen to her then."

"I know! But she makes me do them."

Itachi sighed, "Shall I contact the Hokage?"

"Fine… I know that she really doesn't make me…" I sighed as well.

Some of the kids on the playground came to watch, and they all shouted disbelief.

"Hey, kid, do you think you can throw something like that?" said one of them, who looked about Academy-age. "You might hurt yourself, ha!"

Itachi stood up for me and whipped out another kunai, "Why don't we just see? Can I go first and show you how it's done?"

"Of course! Their your weapons Itachi-san!" I closed my eyes and smiled.

It felt totally weird that I knew how to use a weapon of any kind. However, I had increased motor coordination as a Naruto character, plus stronger bones, muscles, and surface skin, along with more intelligence than the average 5-year-old. Of course, it was all limited. The best thing that a child like me could do was throw for a bullseye at the target.

Itachi had done one handed handstand, a front flip, and attached a kunai to his foot with chakra. It was his foot that came down on the target, and somehow he managed a bullseye.

Wow… he was good. The kids around us were speechless. "Hey, that was really cool!" I said, smiling and balling my fists out in front.

I didn't know why my whole body felt heavy suddenly. What the heck was this? I thought as my head hurt excruciatingly. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I knew I had to do the same thing as Itachi however I didn't want to try. Even still something was telling me all my practicing I did with him previous gave me the confidence and ability to do so. It was so weird…

Getting on my hand to get into position, I placed the kunai on my foot, attaching it with chakra, then jumped with my hand and flipped. I hear a resounding clunk.

Itachi clapped slowly, all the kids were stunned. It wasn't a bullseye, but I seemed to have got the idea. The three or four kids that were older than me immediately asked, "Can you show me how to do that?"

"It's something only Itachi-dono and I can do." I said.

"No way, you had to learn how to do that somehow." said another one of the kids.

"Actually, she didn't learn it from me… she managed copy it somehow." Itachi was mesmerized. "But don't worry, I'll teach it to every one of you next time." he said, "Goodbye, I'll see you guys later." he disappeared into a flurry of wind.

The kid who was teasing me earlier came up to me and said, "You did that on your own? And somehow you copied it?"

I smiled.

"Yup."

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That's the end of this chapter! Hope everybody was pleased.