Warning: I don't own Naruto. If I did, then I would not be putting stuff on a fanfic site... Unless...

Note: there's some gender confusion approaching.

Updated July 3.

Chapter 1: Oh Hell No!

She woke up from her nightmare with a gasp, she had died… again. Her favourite dreams, ever.

Those dreams were really beginning to get in her nerves, she always died in the most terrifying of ways. Like that one time she dreamed that she got eaten by a giant robot... or that time where a giant red apple house crushed her, it had suddenly come to life, and had immediately squashed her. It must have been angry about her carving out her house inside it...

But not this time, this time it was one of those ordinary nightmares... she was run over by a car. ...Yay.

Ugh...

Putting her hand on her face, she massaged her temples trying - and failing - to remove her sudden headache.

"Go away..." She mumbled as she opened her eyes, running her hands over her face to remove the humming tiredness in her skin, and fingers.

Pushing herself up in a sitting position she frowned, as she lightly grasped the thin covers on her legs. Pulling them up to her face, her eye twitched. Her idiot brother had changed her covers while she slept, again.

Rolling her eyes with a huff she stretched with a yawn and slipped her legs out the side of her bed. Rubbing her eyes she pushed herself up into a standing and walked over to the windows, she huffed as she looked out over the few people shuffling around the street beneath her apartment. Looking slightly up she closed her eyes and rubbed her face tiredly again, as the few beams of sun came close to her eyes.

"Mmmm." She murmured as she dragged her short legs over to her veranda, she paused as her hand touched the handle.

Gazing lazily at her reflections dark onyx eyes for a moment, she rubbed her face again. Moving her hand through her short hair, she sighed and opened the glass door to get some fresh air

She breathed a sigh of relief as her the fresh air made her headache disappear slightly, and leaned on the doorframe.

...Wait

…short hair!?

Wildly tugging at her hair she ran inside, closed the door and screeched when she looked at her reflection.

Her hair! It was short!

"I'm really going to kill him..." She threatened the glass with a threatening fist as she glared at the pale boy in her reflection. "You don't just cut people's hair!"

With a scream of rage she punched the wall besides the reflection. Cracks spread out from the point of impact and the wall collapsed under the pressure of her fist, making it sink into the tapestry up till her wrist.

What!?

Her hand just made a hole in her apartments wall.

In her apartments wall.

But she lives in a house. Not an apartment.

A very girlish squeak tore it's way out of her throat as she stared at her terrified reflection, it was a scared young boy maybe ten years old. He looked ghastly with his pale skin, black hair, dark - black - eyes and the gray pyjamas he was wearing. Looking down it became clear that she was wearing the same pyjamas as the boy- no not the same, she was wearing the boy.

I'm dreaming…she realised and pinched herself on the arm once, when nothing happened she pinched herself a few more times, once on her leg, once on her - or the boys toes and twice on her arm.

"Alright..." She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. "This is not like all those stories, I didn't die. So this is not like that."

She eyed the wall wearily and put her hands on the white wallpaper. Relax, nothing will happen to you... She soothed herself in preparation. Taking a deep breath she shut her eyes and banged her head into the wall, with a loud thud.

"GAH! Ouch..." rubbing her head she looked around her room, except it wasn't her room...

She was still inside the dark haired boy...

She needed to sit down and find out what she would do. Staggering over to the bed she collapsed onto it, landing with her - his face first.

She paled as it dawned on her.

He!?

She gasped in horror as she rolled over, onto her back and put her hands on her flat chest. She released a wail of despair.

"OH HELL NO!"

She hurriedly sat up, throwing her pillow across the room, which smashed against a door and exploded in feathers and looked down...

This was it.

This situation of hers required more... desperate measures…

So she shakily stood up and walked over to a wall and head butted her- his head in the wall, with a sickening crack.

And passed out.

She woke up in a room which looked suspiciously like a hospital room.

And immediately groped at her chest. 'Relax!' She commanded as she felt panic seep into her blood. She sighed as she felt her heartbeat begin to even out again.

"Owieee..." She whined and put her hand to her aching head, she began curiously feeling out her scalp when her touch was blocked by a bandage like wrapping.

'I must have hit my head pretty hard...'

Tenderly patting her head she looked around the stale room. Everything were white except for a vase of roses, with a card peeking out of its crown to her right, sitting on a small white table. Besides the table and roses there wasn't much else of interest, two uncomfortable looking chairs, a window, and a door.

Taking her hand of her head she reached out to the card, and took it of the beautiful red roses. Glancing at the odd scribbling, she flipped it over to look at the odd illustration on it. It was some sort of sword fight, except one of the men was making fire and the other controlling wood.

Flipping the card over she read the other side. A bizarre string of symbols, where scribed down the middle of the cards white side, and she suddenly realised that she understood what was written, perfectly.

"Valley of the End - Senju Hashirama, The First Hokage and Uchiha Madara, Co-founder of Konoha." She read out loud and stared intensely at the text, willing it to become the incoherent symbols it should have been.

Opening the card she looked at the symbols inside, and began reading what was written.

'Dear Sasuke-kun.

I hope to see you in class soon. Depending on how long you'll be staying at the hospital, I've made sure you could get the material brought to you.

Get well. Iruka-sensei.'

'Dear Sasuke-kun.

I hope you'll get better soon, I already miss you at the academy. 3

-Haruno Sakura.'

'Dear Sasuke-kun.

I really miss you. Please get well soon, and return to me. :-*

-Yamanaka Ino.'

These two messages were continued by several greetings and get well's from different girl's.

'This guy has a harem... I- I don't want a harem... and especially at this age...' She thought with dread as she looked down at her 10 or something old body. Quickly reading through the rest, she paused at a particular message.

'You better get better soon so I can kick your ass! You bastard! So we can spar again.

-Uzumaki Naruto.'

She sat in stunned silence for a while as she looked at the last message.

'Holy shit!' She almost shouted but managed to contain her exclamation inside of herself.

'This - abnormally strong - kid gets bullied and beaten up, by this Uzumaki guy! No wonder he looked so traumatized!'

The rest of the messages were luckily neutral, and she laid the card to the side by the vase.

Pulling off the covers she slid out of the bed and jumped a bit as her bare feet touched the cold floor. The world span slightly before settling into place and she walked over the window. Leaning towards the glass, she looked out at the eccentric buildings. They varied in size and thick cables ran between the houses, in seemingly random patterns, the building's had a distinct flare of something Chinese or Japanese.

She glanced over to the card briefly, that could mean that she was in Japan or China... it would certainly explain the writing.

Now, if she just wasn't a boy...

She glanced at the wall, maybe she just needed to hit harder-

The sound of the door opening, snapped her out of her (stupid) thoughts.

A brown haired woman opened the door, her hair was short but still wavy as her green eyes tracked her form by the window, with a hawk like gaze. She was dressed in a white coat reaching just above her knees.

"Ah. You're awake. I'm Rukia Marion." The brown haired doctor -she assumed she was a doctor- said, as she entered the room and put a notepad down on the bed. She sat down besides the pad and lightly patted the bed sheets besides her. "Please sit."

Casually moving over, she sat down besides the nurse and looked expectedly at her, with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you know why you're here?" She asked. She continued when the girl turned boy shook her head hesitantly. "Your teacher found you passed out in your apartment when he went to check on you, since you were missing from the academy. So I'm going to be taking a few tests to evaluate how long we're keeping you here. Sounds okay?"

"I-" She stopped with a frown. "I don't know where I am..." It seemed like every thing she said got automatically translated, which was good.

The woman paused and her eyes flickered over her form, before focusing on her eyes. "Amnesia..." She muttered as she scribbled something down in the notepad. "What do you recall?"

"Nothing, I don't know anything. I mean, I know that we're sitting on a bed, but both you and the card." She gestured to the message card. "Mentioned an academy, but I have absolutely no idea what it is. Well, I know it's a school of sorts- it must be. But not going there."

"Do you remember your name?"

"Sasuke, it was written in the card." She explained, absently scratching her arm, when the woman smiled and began opening her mouth.

"I see. Your name is Uchiha Sasuke."

She frowned, and leaned backwards over the bed, she swiped the card of the table. Sitting up again, she turned it to the woman and showed her the illustration. "Like this Uchiha Madara?"

"Ah. Yes." The woman said. "He was one of your ancestors."

"Really? What did he do to get his own postcard?" Sasuke wondered.

"He co-founded the village, konohagakure - it's where we are right now. But he turned traitor and the other founder who was also The first Hokage." She told him and pointed to the man controlling wood. "Fought him at a place called the valley of the end, to defend Konoha." The doctor looked expectedly at her and when she stared back confused, Rukia sighed.

"Okay. Can you stay here for a bit?" The woman asked as she stood up.

"Can I have something to read?" She asked hopeful and did her best impression of puppy eyes, as Rukia opened the door.

"I'll send someone in with a book." Rukia sighed and a small smile appeared on her lips, and closed the door after walking out.

Rukia quietly closed the door and her mouth twisted into a deep frown, this could become a problem if the last loyal Uchiha didn't get his memory back soon enough. The odd thing was that when she initially scanned his head for any abnormalities, nothing came up except for the bump - albeit large bump - on his forehead and some residue Chakra, Sasuke must have used to soften the blow. No concussion, there weren't anything atypical, so why the amnesia?

"How is he?" A male voice asked her, bringing Rukia out of her thoughts. She looked at the tanned man dressed in Chunin uniform, he had his dark hair pulled back into a high and stiff ponytail, and he had a scar running underneath his warm brown eyes, over his nose.

"Iruka-san," she greeted the man. "We've encountered a bit of a road bump. Sasuke-san has lost his memory, it seems like he doesn't remember who attacked him or his whole life."

"What!?" The teacher exclaimed and stood up like he had been struck by lightning. "I have to go see him!"

Rukia put her hand up to stop him from marching in, "Sasuke-san is taking this really well, but he'd like some books. But you need to realise that he doesn't know you, for him he's suddenly in a strange world he's never seen before. So go get some books for the kid while he lets the new world sink in a bit." She explained.

"...Alright." The man relented and turned down the walkway, walking away.

Turning the other way, Rukia sighed as she walked over to her next patient's room.

There were a knock on the door as she was gazing out, observing the villagers moving around the street, and a male voice asked if he could come in.

"You can come in." She replied and looked over as a man opened the white door he had dark brown spiky hair pulled back into a ponytail, and was wearing baggy blue clothes and a green vest, he was holding a stack of colourful books of all sizes.

"Hello Sasuke-kun, My name is Iruka Umino, I was your teacher at the academy." Iruka said with a sad smile and put down the pile of books on her bed. "Since you lost your memory, I've taken the time to find some basic books on our world and culture, as well as all your books from the academy."

"That's great." She told him and picked up the top book. Reading the title of the blue book she paused, 'Shinobi academy handbook to Taijutsu.'

"What's taijutsu and shinobi?" She asked with a tilt of her head as she opened the book, it was about some sort of fighting style, there were long descriptions of poses and series pictures descripting the movements involved in each attack, on each page.

"Ah." Iruka said as he pushed a few books from the top of the stack to the side, and took the book that was revealed. He held it out to her with a smile. "I thought you might get confused,this book is about shinobi, so it should explain a lot."

"Hmmm..." She hummed as she put down the Taijutsu book, and took the thicker book from the man. "History of the Shinobi world." She read out loud and opened it on the index page, she quickly glanced over the subjects, humming.

"A shinobi is - in short words - someone who fights to protect his or hers village, and takes jobs for paying clients." Iruka explained shortly. "The jobs range from simple baby sitting and protecting the client from bandits to assassination. A shinobi is also the soldier of each country they belong to."

"And I chose a profession where I have to kill people? And my family are okay with that?"

Iruka looked sad for a moment. "You're family were shinobi too... but your family died, they were killed." He replied vaguely.

"...How did they die?"

"...Your brother- he killed them."

"That's... nice." She told him sarcastically, flipping through the history book, and Paused at a map, searching around she found Konoha surrounded by a country called Fire.

How original.

"Huh?" Iruka said dumbfounded. "I thought you'd be more..." he made some vague gestures with his hands as he trailed off.

"Well." She replied. "I don't really know or remember them, or my crazy brother." And wasn't that nice, not only was the boy - Sasuke bullied by that Naruto kid, but his brother, were some sort of maniac. What a nice life to live, which reminds her...

"This ...Naruto guy." She asked and moved over to pick up the letter to show the message from the boy in question to the teacher. "Did he bully me or something? Because his message seems really aggressive."

"What?" Iruka-sensei asked as he took the card, and his face morphed into a confused expression.

"The Naruto guy." She told him again pointing to the message.

"I... I mean no?" The man scratched his nose, looking awkward. "You're both pretty aggressive towards each other, you don't really get along all that much. But it's a mutual dislike, from what I've seen."

"Pew." She breathed in relief. "I was worried for a moment there!" And wasn't that good, she really didn't want to have to deal with bullies until she figured out how to get back...

"You'll also have to think also bit about the academy and the future, I'll come by in a few days to talk more about it." He told her.

She stared at the man for a moment. "I don't really have anything else, so you can go and do your business..."

"Alright, and remember to read the books." Iruka said as he stood up.

"Oh. By the way, how old am I?" She asked as the man opened the door.

"Ten." He said with a sigh and closed the door after him.

Iruka shifted slightly as he waited, his week had been a cluster of nerve wreaking incidents. The first event, was when Naruto played a giant prank on the academy. Everything had flashed into chaos the moment orange sparkles exploded in everyone's faces, they had believed it to be an attack at first - to cripple Konoha's future - but when no one was hurt it became obvious who where behind it. Even now a week later, he could still find orange glitter in his clothes.

Then Sasuke-kun had been oddly absent from class, the boy had never missed a class after the death of his family. So the moment he was done with his classes Iruka went straight to the Uchiha's apartment.

He had been horrified by what he found, the boy had been on the ground, bleeding from a wound on his forehead. Not only that, but there were also unmistakable signs of a struggle, feathers were everywhere from a thrown pillow, a fist sized hole in the wall by Sasukes veranda, two cracks in the wall in two different places and one of them was smeared with blood. All the evidence had pointed in the direction of Sasuke having been attacked, before finally getting his head bashed into the wall a final time before getting knocked unconscious-

"Umino-san, the Hokage is expecting you." A soft voice said, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Thanking the secretary, who everyone above Chunin knew really was a transformed ANBU. Walking over to the thick wooden door, Iruka knocked on the door to the Hokage office.

"Come in."

Entering the office with a push, Iruka bowed slightly at the old man. "Hokage-sama." He greeted.

"Iruka-kun, how are Sasuke-kun?" The Hokage asked as he puffed on his pipe.

"He has amnesia, we don't know if his memory loss was accidental or his attacker meant to do it."

"I see, I will get an Yamanaka on it as quickly as possible."

"If I may?" Iruka hesitantly asked. "I think it might be better to leave Sasuke without his memories, or let them come back naturally."

The Hokage's eyes narrowed. "Explain."

"This 'new' Sasuke is... lighter, since he's not burdened with his family's death. When I mentioned their deaths he didn't really react, so I think it would be best to let it go it's own way." He explained.

"Hmm..."

"The only disadvantage about this situation is Sasuke's shinobi training, but if we're lucky he'd subconsciously remember what he already knew."

"What else can you tell about his new behaviour?" The old man asked as he put down his pipe.

"He's more light hearted, he's... stable, worries about things kids of that age should worry about. I can honestly only see advantages in his situation."

"What about if he were to decide not to become a shinobi again?" The aged man asked.

"Then we'll convince him, or in the worst case scenario we can still have an Yamanaka to look on him." Iruka explained. "It's either old Sasuke or new Sasuke, it's a double win."

The Hokage studied the teacher for a few moments as emotions Iruka couldn't identify flashed in his eyes, before sighing. "It pains me but I'll have to agree."

'This is ridiculous,' Sasuke thought as she threw the book onto the white bed - narrowingly missing hitting Rukia in the side - with a huff. 'But also really cool.'

Leaning back against the window still, she crossed her arms over her strangely flat chest with a frown - it was really weird to lose your boobs when you had lived with them for years...

She also needed to become a shinobi.

Other than the whole shinobi are assassins thing, it sounded cool, throwing around fireballs and being able to move faster than nature allowed people to move, where she was from, made her want to stay here. It also gave money like no one's business, depending on how strong the shinobi are.

It also seemed to be a safer profession than being a civilian, if you were a good enough shinobi - Jonin or above, at least. Not having any fighting abilities seems dangerous here, with constant wars plaguing the Elemental Nations, it seemed logical to assume she'd witness a war at some point in her lifetime - unless she could get back of cause.

There were also the whole matter with her being part of an almost extinct clan... which would definitely make the other countries try to kidnap her -an apparently normal thing here (which is waay too creepy, for her tastes) - to make her a mommy -or daddy for several super babies with Saigan or something eyes.

She would need to become the best shinobi to survive in this stupid and awesome world. So really, becoming a shinobi was in her best interests.

Asides from the whole killing people thing, of course.

"Have you thought about it?" Rukia asked her with a small smile, as she picked up the book on chakra.

"Yeah," Sasuke told her with a nod of her head, "I'll become a ninja." And weren't that weird, calling shinobi ninja.

"I'm confident that Iruka-san will be delighted to have you back in his class." She told her and flipped through the book. "What is Chakra made of?"

"Physical and spiritual energies, which can be increased with different methods. For spiritual energy you'll need to train your mind, and for physical you'll need to train your body."

"Good." She said and closed the book with a quick snap.

"I've been thinking..." Sasuke began and moved a book with his foot, before turning his attention to his temporary teacher. "How do you become a medic-nin?"

It was something she was aiming for back in her own world, becoming a doctor was her dream. Helping people with the difficulties of being sick... was a lifelong dream, so when she read about Tsunade Senju a Medical nin, Sasuke immediately knew what her goal would be. To become a medical-nin, maybe an even better medical ninja than the famed female member of the Sannin.

"A medic-nin!?" Rukia gasped as her eyes widened in shock.

"Yes?" Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is there a problem or something with me becoming a Med-nin?"

"No! There's absolutely no problem!" Rukia said quickly, almost panicky. She took a deep breath. "It's just that lately when we don't have a war on our hands, medic-nins are not being taken seriously, by most of our male shinobi. It's unusual for a boy to actually want to become one, they're usually too preoccupied by flashy jutsu and explosions to even consider it as a career choice."

"Where do I sign up then?" She asked the woman with a slight smirk.

"You take a test where we test if your chakra control is adequate, most shinobi can use some of the most basic medical jutsu with average control. But to become a real medical nin, above average and beyond is required, and then an experienced med nin is assigned to train you. Fortunately most of the Uchiha clan had above average chakra control." She explained. "But if your control isn't good enough, there's no way we'd be able to make a medic nin out of you."

"You're a medical nin? Can you test me?" Sasuke asked hopeful.

"Yes." She told him and grinned at her hopeful expression, the grin quickly turned demonic. "But first we need to get you working for the academy, that means reading, training and torture."

Sasuke gulped as cold sweat ran down his back.

A/N: Yay, I've been sitting on an old version of this, (from before I made WutP, and began getting writing experience) and wanted it up on my birthday - because why not? The old version was bad - very bad, even worse than the first few chapters of WutP - and that's saying something to me.

I'm also aiming for this to have humor elements in it, so I might write some ridiculous and odd stuff for my own amusement.

I already have so many plans for this fic... *laughs like a lunatic*

Enjoy.

-Kenjo Catze.