AN: Hello everyone and welcome to this story of mine, that wouldn't just leave my mind until I got down to writing it. A warning though, this is my first story ever, so there will probably be errors, but should you brave these waters, criticism will be more than appreciated, don't even hold back, know that criticism will only help me in the future, I'm not going to make an excuse that English is my tertiary language because I take pride in my English skills, but should you find any grammatical errors, please feel free to let me know via PM's if you would take your time to do so.

Edit: A minor correction in tensing was made, after I was notified that it was breaking the flow, thank you to user Narmo for notifying me.

AN2: A fair warning to new readers, SI curses a lot, due to his nature.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto franchise for they are property of Masashi Kishimoto, if I were the owner, things sure would never deteriorate the way the did. This is nothing but a fan adaptation of original works and no monetary gain is claimed from such works.

Chapter 0

Prologue

You never start to appreciate your life more than the moment you are about to lose it, at least I think that's how it goes, what came to my mind though at the moment is the way I was about to leave the mortal realm, getting wasted at the annual reunion party with my friends and ex-classmates from middle school was great, getting home though, in my drunken stupor wasn't so great, it never is.

I was never the bravest person ever born, walking home at night was always terrifying, even more so when I'm drunk and high beyond hope. And this fateful night I had to run into a mugger, or better said the mugger ran into me, literally, he even skipped the whole spiel about how I should surrender my belongings lest something horrible happens to me. He just outright stabbed me. I have no idea where exactly he stabbed me, but from what I remember in my terror ridden mind, was that I went down fast, and then lights out.

I don't know how much time has passed, but all I knew was, that I suddenly regained consciousness, at least it felt like that.

It was dark, pitch black dark, is this afterlife ? If this is afterlife, then religious people sure were wrong, because there is nothing, at least I see nothing.

I could somehow feel myself though, movement was very restricted and the space I was in was small and very restricting, there was liquid everywhere around me and I felt slimy, ugh. I couldn't stay conscious for too long though. I kept blacking out and waking up, until one day things started changing.

The small space around me started contracting around me and I could hear voices, loud voices, I couldn't make out what they were, but it sounded like someone was screaming, a lot. Then I was being pushed and felt like I was being moved through this very tight tube and reality started to dawn on me. I was being BORN ! Well fuck, I'm a god damn baby.

What in the actually blazes was happening to me ! For the first time in my life I got to experience what it meant to be claustrophobic, everything was pushing against me, pushing me forward. Everything was so frantic, sudden and my mind was locked in perpetual terror, I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out.

And suddenly and finally I was out of that tight tube, first thing that I registered, was that it was cold. And all I had was an urge to scream, and scream I did, but all that came out were cries of a baby, everything felt so fast and very disorienting, until I was wrapped in something and found myself laid in someone's arms.

Things have calmed down a little, my mind has finally managed to get beyond the terror and I finally could open my eyes.

The first thing I saw was a woman, she looked very tired and talked in gibberish that I just simply did not understand, there were other voices around me and they were incoherent too. Then this male face came into my view and he looked satisfied and smug for some reason.

From all the incoherent speech I heard around me, only one thing was remotely understandable ''Sasuke''. And after that, all the was was nothing but dark, I blacked out once more.

Being a baby again sucked, my motor skills were very much restricted, I could flail my arms a bit, I could close my hands into fists with great effort though, since everything was so stunted it felt like a greatest undertaking of century. The rest of my body was wrapped in a blanket, so I couldn't move my legs at all.

There weren't many things that happened in my current state, I would just lie in the crib, being forced to look at the same ceiling every day, because I couldn't move around, then I would get hungry and my body would on auto pilot start crying, I couldn't frigging control my body for damn sake, I didn't want to cry each time I got hungry, it felt very, very unmanly!

After a short bout of wailing a woman would come, she was the same woman, I saw when I was born, so she must be my new mother ? It felt very strange and wrong to think of her as mother, because I already have a mother before the whole thing happened, but I guess that is no longer true, sigh.

My new mom looks nice though, she has a motherly face and has long black hair with two longs bangs in front.

She would always come by cooing at me in gibberish again, but I could at least now register what this gibberish was. It was in fact Japanese, it sounded like some older dialect though, because it's nowhere close to the Japanese I always heard in anime, interesting, I was born in Japan, why Japan though ? I'm Vietnamese or at least was, well I didn't live in Vietnam but that's just details.

Why couldn't I have been born in Vietnam ? At least I would understand the words being directed at me ! But sadly it was not to be so.

All I understood from the words and sounds my new mother made was Sasuke, I guess my new name is Sasuke.

Damn it, why did I have to be frigging named Sasuke, I don't want to have anything to do with the name of a character I would do anything to just painfully kill ? Karma is a very cruel mistress, whatever I have done, I sure haven't deserved such a retribution, I could almost hear a manic laughter somewhere. Fuck me.

My new mom would then pick me up and hold me there for a moment cooing at me again, then she would put me on her legs and open her kimono. Here comes the most dreaded and horrifying aspect of being a baby. Feeding, BREASTFEEDING.

This was just wrong, this woman, my new mother was going to fucking breastfeed me. Not only was this humiliating, but it felt just wrong. That is not to assume that I feel wrong about touching a female body, on the contrary I love it, I admire women, and wouldn't say no if a woman would let me beyond a second base, that is I was interested in her of course. But not from a family member, not to mention my NEW MOTHER !

But what could I do, I was not going to starve myself, I'll just have to accept the humiliation and let myself be fed.

No wonder we usually don't remember things from our toddler years, some things are better left forgotten. I'll reiterate again, being an infant sucks.

After the harrowing experience I would always cry, because the humiliating action would just leave such a strong impression on my mind, that it would set me into another bout of auto pilot crying, damn it I hate my infant body.

Mother would start rocking me, which admittedly felt really good and would start singing to me in Japanese, I didn't understand a single word, but it sounded really nice, thus putting me to sleep.

There really wasn't much to do as an infant, you would sleep, wake up, get hungry, get fed, look around, sleep again, boring. The only interesting things that happened to me were only when someone else was entertaining me or messing with me.

One of such people was an adult man, who I assume is my father, he looks old enough to be a father but not too old and has shorter face length black hair with two bangs in front, I'm starting to see a pattern here, he has a grizzled face though, and like to wear this menacing expression, as if he was a member of military, perhaps he is.

He would pick me up, level me up to his face and give me a once over with this very measuring and calculative look, I would shoot back a face too if I could control my body properly, especially my face. Trying to raise your eye brows as an infant is just impossible, all that would happen, would be a confused face that must have looked ridiculous, because it would always launch my new father into a bout of laughter, making him completely drop his grizzly expression.

He would then start talking to me, and I would respond, well at least tried, because all that came out of was incoherent infant babbling.

Then he was called, and I heard Fugaku between all the Japanese I just couldn't understand, interesting, so my father's name is Fugaku. I would then be placed back in the crib and father would regain his composure and revert back to his usual expression and walks away, I found this truly hilarious.

Another such person is mother, she's the one who tends to me most of the time, so she's the one I see the most when I'm awake.

And the last person who actually comes to entertain himself at my expense is this kid, my brother I guess, he looks quite like father, same as him he had shorter black hair with two bangs in front, for some reason I'm getting a sense of déjà-vu looking at him, as if I've already met him before. Well at least I'm not the oldest child now, yay.

He would always peek into my crib with this curious expression full of wonder, the bastard would start poking me, as if he was trying to get a reaction out of me, I would always shoot him annoyed expression to convey my displeasure in hopes of making him stop. It didn't. He would start tickling my belly and sometimes he would tickle my nose, thus bringing me into a bout of giggling. I was ticklish in my previous life, that remained unchanged in this, oh joy.

After sating his need, brother would whisk away, and I would be left looking at the ceiling once more. Things were really boring when you are an infant.

-A few days later-

I was woken up by a very loud and terrifying roar, and once again I would automatically start crying, because screw my body. My brother rushed into the room and picked me up in his arms and rocked me a little bit to calm me down, which doesn't take much effort, if only I could control myself.

Afterwards he took me to the front deck of the house and just sat there with me in his arms, he would talk to me, but I wouldn't understand and kept looking up beyond the wall with a serious yet still terrified expression, he was trembling a little bit too, so I turned my head in the direction he was looking, there was smoke and fire in the horizon, what the hell is happening. Not to mention that there were orange tails in the air, and a moment later a huge fox head got into a view, huh a giant orange fox with huge blood red eyes and orange tails tails, roaring like there was no tomorrow with this very enraged look, huh-

- Wait... fucking massive fox with more tails that one, roaring and seemingly destroying everything in it's path. Where the hell am I, there are no such things on Earth, there are no frigging kaiju, that's nothing but a matter of fiction. So I look back at my brother and the sense of déjà-vu hits back, but even harder.

My name is Sasuke, everyone in this household has black hair, everyone has bangs, father always wears this menacing soldiery expression and his name is Fugaku, there is a fucking Godzilla huge fox with tails laying waste in wherever I live right now. I'm Sasuke, fucking Sasuke Uchicha, the one who is holding me in his arms is Itachi Uchiha and I'm in fucking Elemental Nations. My brain was working on overdrive, too much for the infant body to handle and quickly fainted after making the realisation, even through all the roars and destruction happening in the village.

Fuck me.