Remember when you were a child and would dream of a world where you could do anything, be anything? Well, Ichiro never did but it happens when he finds himself torn from his life and thrown into a world where kids are trained to become cold-blooded killers and are taught to utilize energy called chakra. Follow Ichiro as he explores the world of Naruto with the mind of a seventeen year old and no knowledge of the world.

I do not own Naruto.

Rated T for now.

(Chapter 1)

"Ichiro!" I heard my "father" call out to me from down stairs and lifted my head from lying on the pillow. "I'm heading out to the market, I'll be back in a little while." He informed me, as he always did when he left the house. "Don't leave for the academy without me."

I heard the door open and close without him waiting for a response. I guess he assumes I wasn't going to respond, as I never did, since I turned eight and realized that the man who raised me was not, in fact, my father.

I mean, I never met my actual father as he abandoned me and my mother when I was a child, but I know that Senju Hideki was not my father.

The realization came to me somtime last year. My otosan left me at the park alone for a moment to talk to some random woman, whose name I couldn't remember. I wondered around and found a group of kids standing at the base of a large tree, staring up at a kunai that was lodged deep in the tree trunk. It was pretty high up and no one had been brave enough to try to retrieve it.

Or should I say dumb enough because I had been and climbed to the top of the tree to get the kunai. By the sixth branch, I was pretty high up and looked down, and well...I fell.

Landed right on top of my head.

It was like I was struck lightning because when I woke up in the Hospital the pain was unberable and they put me on some drug to numb the pain. But my memeory of mt life before, the life where I was a seventeen-year-old senior in high school class of 2018 and not an eight year old in the year 780.

Panic hit me, then confusion and finally numbness. All in one week.

After a month, I distanced myself from my father and hid in my room most of the time while skipping the academy. He wasn't home to know because he worked training messenger pigeons and for the Hokage's office. Apparently, being a Senju was a big deal, not that there were any other in the village as far as I knew.

It's been a year since then and I'm still not sure how to feel about everything. I'm thrown back in time where electronics are primitive, no social media, no cars and no…anything that I'm used to.

I leaned up from my place lying in my bed and moved over to the vanity to stare at my reflection. I looked a lot like I did when I was a kid but there was just something off about my appearance that I couldn't put my finger on.

My skin was olive from my mixed heritage, my eyes sage green, my hair ink black and curly, my eyebrows thick and my nose straight. My face is chubby as I'm only nine at the moment and I wasn't very tall. I was dressed in a long sleeved burgundy shirt with a high color, my pants were dark grey and my hands were wrapped in bandages.

Bandages "gifted" to me by my "Father" Hideki after an intense punishme-…training session. Though these training sessions became endless. It began as a punishment for skipping class or disrespecting him but around like he tenth time I skipped, the training stuck, even after I stopped skipping, though they became less intense.

I pushed myself away from the mirror and moved over to the window to stare down at the streets of Konohagakure: The Village Hidden in the Leaves.

The sun hung high in the sky and beamed down brightly. Opening the window, I closed my eyes and let the wind hit my face. It was a different feel than home and I knew it wasn't home but just the feel of Konoha made me feel safe. Maybe it's from adjusting before I woke up.

God, I wish I had my Iphone or a music player. I thought with a sigh through my nose and opened my eyes. It was hard living in a world where everything is less advanced than what you're use to. No cable, no Internet, no video games…it was extremely depressing.

Well, at first, but then I changed my opinion after my father forced me into the Academy the first time where I saw my sensei split himself into three clones. Illusion but still amazing, I never seen anything like it but it forced me to admit that this world was slightly more exciting than I painted it out to be.

It was still incredibly foreign…to my millennial mind.

I heard a knock on the door and turned in time to see my otosan walk into through the door. "Ichiro." He said flatly and urged me to move forward.

I did so without hesitation. I've since learned that my father was an impatient man and incredibly stern. He took none of my nonsense and curbed a lot of habits I grew into growing up, namely my temper and reaction…at least in his presence.

"Yes, sir?"

"Hold out your hands, I'm going to change the bandages and then we're going to head out to the Academy." I wanted to protest but wisely kept my mouth shut, he obviously still didn't trust me to get to school on my own. Why would I bother skipping, nowadays? You're on my ass ten minutes after I detour. I thought to myself.

I lifted my hands and watched as he removed the bandages. I winced at the sight of my bruised knuckles and the broken skin. He firmly kept my right wrist in his hand while he expertly wrapped from my elbow to my fingertips and repeated the action with my left hand.

I winced when a stinging pain omitted from my forehead after he flicked me. "I don't want to hear any complaints from the academy staff when you return home, am I understood?" I only nodded my head and dropped to gaze down to the floor, no longer able to look into his piercing gaze. "And you will return straight home where you'll immediately change into training attire? Understood?" I nodded again. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, boy!" he raised his voice.

My head snapped up and stared into hard onyx eyes.

"Now, speak."

"Y-yes, I understand." I gulped down the humiliation I felt at being intimidated by the guy, who wasn't even my real father. I couldn't help but notice the man did resemble me an incredible amount…so maybe he's my father in this time but not where I'm originally from.

For a moment we stood in a tense silence before Hideki was satisfied and spun on his heel out the door. I quickly followed without prompt.

I followed after him, feeling like a scolded child for some reason, and I have to admit that its still strange to have someone, let alone a father, care so much about what I did. In my old life…no one cared. Not my mom, not my uncle, and I didn't even have a father.

When I needed to get to school, I had to find me own way. When I needed help with homework, I had to figure it out on my own. When I passed a test…I had to congratulate myself.

I looked up at Hideki's back. I just don't know how to act around him but in response to how he treats me. I thought feeling confused. Is this what its like to have a dad?

"Ichiro." I jumped when I heard his voice and realized that we were standing in front of the academy.

"Otosan." I replied in a subdued tone. Without another word, he turned and headed back in the direction we came in while I frown while I watched him over my shoulder before heading into the academy.

(The Academy)

"Alright, I want you to pull out your pencils and notebooks." Iruka-sensei said as he walked through aisles of seats before stopping at my desk and placing a notebook on my desk. "I took the liberty of writing these down for you, Ichiro-kun." He informed with a kind smile.

"Thank you, sensei." I said. I opened the paper and eyed the writing. Iruka had nice handwriting but it was in Japanese kanji, fortunately I understood it and how to write it. I flipped through the pages until I landed on the last page. Its what's written on the board so I didn't have to write this part and I would be expected to write what's next.

The rest of Konoha history was pretty boring and I was relieved when the bell rang before Iruka-sensei dismissed us for the next class. For me that was practical training with Mizuki-sensei, which was warm ups, laps around the academy training grounds and taijutsu spars.

Several other students and I headed towards the exits leading to the academy training ground. Mizuki-sensei was already standing in front of the targets but he was talking with another teacher. Once he saw us, he waved us over and the other teacher walked away. "Hey, kids." He smiled. "You know the procedure, get in three lines." He told us firmly but not unkindly.

Everyone quickly got into line; unfortunately I was late and ended up in the first line but third in line instead of first. This was the only part of the academy that didn't make me want to throw myself from the Hokage's mountain.

The first in my line was a blonde girl, who moved to the table where a set of ten shuriken waited for her and moved to the clearing where the targets were opposite from us. She was able to hit seven out of ten targets earning a round of applause. I resisted the urge to snort when the guy after her but first in the second line was only able to hit four targets. His annoying mutt barks loudly at him. "Wait, sensei, let me try again!" he shouted at the Mizuki-sensei, who was leaning against the gates of the sparring grounds.

"Sorry, Inuzuka-kun, but I can't allow that when there are so many other students waiting for their turn." He shrugged his shoulders. "But it was a nice try, when we split up we're going to have to talk about the way you throw with strength as if your tossing a ball."

The brat muttered curses under his breath as he moved to stand next to Ino, who scoffed at him.

The next was Uchiha Sasuke. I paid explicit attention to this one as he moved forward with an impassive look on his face and was able to hit all ten targets, seemingly effortlessly. Mizuki grinned at him. "Good work, Sasuke-kun, I expected nothing less." I heard some shrieks from all around me and winced at the volume.

Pitiful how these little girls remind me a lot of the girls in my high school, just less slutty. I turned my eyes to the back of the girl in front of me, who hadn't moved and seemed nervous. I tilted my head and raised a brow. Isn't she hot with that thick jacket on? I questioned.

"Hyuga-hime, can you please step forward?" Mizuki tried gently but the girl, A Hyuga, only flinched and seemed to tense.

This time, I actually did snort, and walked around her. "I'll go next, sensei." I said impatiently.

Mizuki opened his mouth, probably to argue, but only sighed and shook his head. "Sure, Senju-kun."

I walked to the table and grabbed a handful of shuriken. I tossed the first three shuriken and hit the center of each. I tossed another three and only hit two in the center, the other a little off to the right. I tossed the last four and hit the center. I smirked. "Congratulations, Senju-kun, much better than last week." Because that was the last time I went to the academy.

I walked to stand next to the other three and shot each of them a look. The Inuzuka was too busy scowling at the other students, Sasuke was staring ahead blankly and the blonde was making goo-goo eyes at him. I sighed and shook my head.

After everyone was finished with target practice, Mizuki-sensei sent us on ten laps around the area. Everyone immediately set off.

I ran at my own pace and didn't try to interact with anyone while I ran. They were all children and annoyed the hell out of me, it'd be impossible for me to try and have a conversation. Besides, I wasn't very popular as a child the first time, doubt it'll be different this time around.

I found myself passing the Hyuga girl for a second time and resisted the urge to snort as she flinched when I ran past her. Did she think I'd hit her or something? This girl is painfully shy and the fact that she was the heiress to one of the strongest clans in the village was laughable.

Discarding her from my mind, I continued running. The training Hideki put me through really conditioned me well for these exercises. "These are necessities of being a ninja in training!" I remembered him shouting at me as I ran around the training grounds nonstop. "You either prepare or adapt! And you're awfully unprepared for what it means to be a ninja! You wanted to join the academy but not put in the work?"

I guess, he took me skipping class and ignoring the teachers as he becoming lazy in my studies, no way he could know that my entire world shifted once I realized I was an eight year old with the mind of a seventeen year old from the future…or from a different dimension. I'm still a little stuck on which situation I was thrown in.

Not that it mattered. I thought cynically as I continued running. I'm stuck here with no way home and nothing to do but deal the hand given to me…like I always do.

(Later)

I sat in my chakra theory class and I have to admit, despite the rambling, this class always kept my attention when I bothered going to class. It may be the only one that didn't seem like a complete waste of time.

Our sensei, Ebisu-sensei, was only a substitute while our actual sensei was on a maternity leave of absence and while his know-it-all tone was irritating, his knowledge of chakra was pretty impressive.

The current discussion was of spiritual and physical properties of chakra. Spiritual chakra, or mental energy, is derived from the mind's consciousness and can be increase through studying, meditation, and experience; while physical chakra, or physical energy, is collected from each and every one of the body's cells and can be increased through training, stimulants and exercise.

"Each person's chakra is different and as such gives off a unique chakra signature." Ebisu stated as he stood in front of class by the chalkboard.

A drawn figure on the board sat in lotus style with his hands drawn up into a tiger seal. "Some shinobi have learned to detect these chakra signatures and have described each person's as something to fit their own perspective either by smell, sensation or taste."

I tilted my head slightly. Sense chakra? As if I closed my eyes, I'd be able to tell whose around me, even if they moved from their seats and chose new ones? That could come in handy. I raised my hand and dropped it when Ebisu called one me. "Is there a limit to how far a person can sense chakra? Can you sense anyone outside this class?" I asked curiously.

He smiled smugly and I almost wished I hadn't asked. "Why, that's a good question, Senju-kun and to answer it, yes, to both questions." He said. "Natural chakra sensors have a wide range on in their field of sense and are able to sense further with spiritual practice, meditating works wonders, I can sense everyone in the Academy and further."

I didn't let it show, and I probably didn't have to, but I was impressed with the skill. It sounded handy to have as a ninja, especially those who take up tracking.

I haven't really thought about my career as a ninja after the academy but thinking to all the stories we're told in class, those ninjas that could spit fire, create whirlpools of water or a typhoon of wind. It was exciting to think of the possibilities.

I felt my heart stutter at the thought of doing something like going out of the village and fighting. A big part of me was yearning to see the world beyond those walls, see how much the world differs from my own and see what this world has to offer.

A girl sitting beside me threw her hand up. "Sensei," she began once Ebisu acknowledged her, "how is it that everyone's chakra is different?" I glanced over at her and blinked. Is her hair…pink? Yes, yes it is. I thought to myself after a thorough inspection of the color. Her skin was fair and her eyes were green, her pink hair grew past her shoulders and she wore a long sleeved red shirt and blue shorts. Who the hell let's their nine year old daughter colors her hair?

"Good question, Sakura-san." Cherry blossoms? Someone wasn't one for being original. I thought before giving Ebisu my complete attention. "Let's take Ichiro-san as an example." I blinked as everyone turned to get a good look at me, I fought the urge to give them something to look at. "Look at the symbol on his left sleeve, can anyone tell me what that symbol represents?"

"It's the symbol of the Senju clan." The Sakura girl answered again.

"Correct," Ebisu used his middle finger to press his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "The Senju clan, as many of you should know, is one of the founding families, the other being the Uchiha clan." I blinked, I hadn't known that. I didn't even know that I was apart of a clan, I only know of my father and an elderly couple who claims to be my aunt and uncle. "The Senju clan are known for their large reserves of chakra and because of this special chakra allows them to use a special technique only capable of an Senju." He turned his attention to Sakura again. "So, Sakura, blood and ancestry makes a big difference in chakra compared to others, like the Hyuga clan, the Uchiha clan, even the Nara clan."

"What was the special technique that the Senju could use?" asked a loud-mouthed brunette, Kiba, with red triangles on each of his cheeks.

I raised a brow and Ebisu smiled. "That…" he trailed off as the bell rang signaling the end of class and school all together, "question will have to wait until next class, you're all dismissed." Kids cheered and ran for the doors.

I rolled my eyes and gathered my things before following after them at a slower pace. My head was spinning with the information I was fed today. So, being a Senju is even more of a big deal than I thought. I frowned as I tried to remember any other Senju than the three I knew but came up with a blank. But what happened to the Senju clan?

Ebisu talked about the clan known for special chakra and their strength, supposedly having some special technique, so if my clan was so strong, where were they? I exited the school and noticed that Hideki wasn't standing in his usual spot underneath the tree by the wooden gates.

I should go home. Was my first thought because if I didn't Hideki would probably kill me but that thought flew out the window as I saw Sakura standing behind a tree, staring after some dark haired kid. She's a smart girl, kind of a know-it-all, I wonder if she could tell me where the Library is.

I glanced around to see if Hideki would appear but no sign of him. Shrugging, I walked up to the bookworm and tapped her shoulder. I winced when she let out a piercing shriek of surprise and glared at her. "What the hell?" I hissed.

"You scared me!" she whined loudly and then, her eyes widened as pointed at me. "Ooh! You said a bad word." She pointed out.

Oh. My. God. Was my first thought, dealing with little kids is so annoying. "Look, I just wanted to ask you if you could tell me where the Library is." I said curtly, I wanted to end this conversation now.

"You're going to the Library?" She asked skeptically and crossed her arms over her chest.

I sneered at her. "What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded. Why did this have to turn into a thing?

She shrugged. "I don't know, you skip class a lot, I didn't think you'd be the type to want to study or visit the Library."

"That's because you rarely think." I bit back, her arrogant face beginning to piss me off. Man, I hate kids! "If you did, you'd know that you don't know the first thing about me to make any sort of conclusions about me, now tell me where the fuc-where the Library is so I can go."

She glared at me. Oh ho? This is definitely turning into a thing. "Find it yourself you jerk!" she snapped.

Don't punch her, don't punch her, she's just a little kid. I inhaled and then exhaled before spinning on my heel and storming away from her. Count your blessings, pinky, I've been known to swing first and ask questions never. It's what got me expelled from two schools.

I stormed down the streets of Konoha until I calmed down and decided to look around for the Library myself. I didn't know many spots around here but I did know that there were many food businesses around. I could smell the aroma of food and it made my stomach growl.

Unfortunately, I didn't have any money, I could ask Hideki but I'm kind of wary of his response.

It wasn't long before I found the Library and entered inside. The cool air inside reminded me of every other Library I've ever been in. "What are you doing here, kid?" I heard and look up at the man standing behind the desk. A man with light brown hair and a scar across the bridge of his nose, he was dressed in a blue outfit, a green vest and a Konoha headband on his forehead; I blinked at the sight.

"What does a person usually do when entering the Library?" I questioned with a quirk brow.

Chortling came from behind me and a hand landed on my head. "Kid just owned you, Raido." I shook the heavy hand from my head and looked behind me to see another man standing there. He was dressed the same as the man behind the counter, Raido, except his hair grew down to his chin and his headband was a bandana he had tied around his head. He, also, had a toothpick in his mouth.

The guy gazed down at me. "So, what can we help you with kid?" he asked lazily.

"I wanted to check out a History book that isn't the watered down books we have in the academy." I stated.

"Well, for that you'll need a Library card, which Raido can help you out with." He spun me back in the direction of scarface and urged me to the counter.

Raido gave the man a glare that made me shiver. "This is supposed to be your shift and punishment, Genma." He stated.

"And you owe me two favors so now it's your shift."

"One, after today." Raido countered.

Genma waved him off and went to sit at the chair near the door. Raido inhaled through his nose before turning to me. "Hand me your student card." After handing it to him, I watched as his eyes widened a little and turned to his friend. "Hey, Genma, come over here."

The man sat with his arms behind his head and groaned. "Do I need to get up? I just got comfortable." I winced when Raido threw a paperweight at the man, who caught it before it could dent his forehead. "Fine." He got up and moved over to Raido.

I frowned when he repeated the action of his friend and was beginning to become annoyed. "What's the problem?"

The two traded glances. "You're Senju Hideki's son?" Genma questioned.

"Uh…" How the hell did these two know Hideki? Why were they so concerned? I opened my mouth to respond when a hand slammed on top of my head firmly. "Hmm, that can't be right." I tensed at the sound of Hideki's deep voice and gulped down the saliva pooling in my mouth. "Because, I told my son to be home and ready to leave for the training grounds immediately after class, surely the boy wouldn't be foolish enough to disregard my orders so soon after his last punishment."

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I chanted in my head. I glanced up at the two men and saw they were looking at me with sympathy and pity. Normally, I'd snap at them that I didn't need their pity but the weight of Hideki's hand reminded me of the situation I was in. God, I'm going to be in so much pain.

The hand on my head spun me around so that I was staring dead into the eyes of my father. He stared down at me impassively. "To the training grounds, now." I turned and ran out of the Library.

Man, this fucking sucks!

(End)

Okay, hey everyone, how have you all been? I know it's been a while and I'm sorry but I lost my aunt a couple months ago and I've been grieving. I'm trying to channel this into something productive, my aunt always loved reading my stories or fanfictions, and loved watching anime with me.

So, if you've been following me for a while you'll know that this is my third attempt at writing a Naruto fanfiction. The reason I'm starting over is because I lost the inspiration for Satoshi, I just felt like it was going in the same direction, as every other self-insert fanfiction and I didn't like it. So, he's another attempt.

As you can see, this is also a self-insert except this character doesn't have foreknowledge or even any knowledge of the Naruto world. So, it'll just be him surviving.

What do you think of Ichiro? Of Hideki? Constructive criticism wanted.