Aubrey made a wish when she was 10 years old. She wished that she could be transported to the Naruto world as the 'amazing' character she created. Ten years later, she, unfortunately, gets her wish. Now with powers beyond her understanding, she navigates the world of her childhood dreams, without the rose-colored glasses that made it seem like that would be a perfect life. (OC/Semi-self insert)

Inspiered by Dreaming of Sunshine by Silver Queen. I found a folder of the old OC's I made when I was a little bean, they were ALL bad but they all mostly had thought out stories. So I've decided that I'm going to write those stories and see if I can't salvage the remains of my childhood creativity. This was the only OC I had that wasn't an Uchiha. Lol.

Enjoy the ride!

In the year 2009, I was ten years old. That was around that time, my sister had gotten me into all her shows. Among them, was Naruto. She was three years older than me, and her access to the internet brought us the idea to make our own characters. They were bad, poorly thought out, and entirely cliche. Bur from that experience, brought forth my first creation. Her name was Hitomi Fukumura. She was born into a clan that had a 'special Kekkei Genkai ™.' I was inspiered by my sister's newest manga 'Nabari no Ou.' The main character had the Shinra Bansho. An entity that had all of the world's knowledge. It seemed perfect for a setting like Naruto. I was so proud of Hitomi. My sister was far less impressed with her. I put her in a folder and forgot about her. I secretly wished I could be her.

Eventually, I stopped watching Naruto, I grew up and got to busy. I forgot all about Hitomi.

But on May 2nd, 2019 at approximately 900 hours, I got my wish.

The Fukumura clan rejoiced when the head of the clan had his second child, a daughter. Me. Four years earlier he'd had a son, my older brother Hikaru. I don't remember much about being a baby, my eyesight hadn't fully developed, and I could hardly understand what the people around me were saying. So I spent most of my time thinking about the life I'd left behind. The shitty nine to five, the apartment I'd been sharing with my best friend. I thought at first that I was in a coma. But that didn't explain why people were lifting me up and carrying me around. Or why I was being bottle fed. Or even why there were people who...cleaned up after me. There is very little dignity in being an infant.

What struck me as the strangest about my situation, and what also made me more or less accept that I was someone new, was the language. I remember a boy, with chubby cheeks and dark green hair, had put his face right next to mine. He smiled and gently pinched one of my cheeks. "Kawaī imōto waanatadesu," is what he said to me. Which I was able to translate as something about a cute younger sister. But, when I thought about it, the only language the three people that tended to me spoke was Japanese. I thought that I'd just been reborn into a Japanese home. If only it was that simple.

My eyesight started to get better when I was about a month old. That was also when I noticed something...stirring inside my body. Within the very core of my body, I felt an energy that warmed me beginning to grow. Sometimes I would cry because it itched. My new parents took me to the doctor, and while I couldn't understand what was being said, there was one world that did stick out to me. 'Chakara.' I didn't understand the significance of that, I assumed wrongly, that my parents had just taken me to some kind of new age doctor. But the feeling kept growing, and it was almost worse than teething.

After around two months I noticed other strange things. First, was how my brother would run around the house with his arms stretched out behind him. Our mom would shout at him. "No running in the house!" He'd stop, wait for her to leave the room, and keep running around. He'd come up to my crib and excitedly tell me that he was going to be a shinobi one day. I thought that maybe he was just a nerd. Then I noticed the clothing my dad would wear. A green vest with pockets all over it. But most striking was the forehead protector that he wore around his neck. Gleaming bright and proudly taken care of, the symbol of Konoha was etched into the metal. Then sometimes he'd talk to my mom, asking her if she was ever going to 'return to work.' Then she'd pick me up and kiss my face happily, saying that she'd go back to work when Hikaru and I were both in the academy.

It is an indescribable feeling, to be in one world, and then to suddenly be in another. I felt as if I'd fallen into a void. I'd gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back. My parents started to worry about me again when I stopped making any sounds at all. I gazed emptily into open space. My mom took me to the hospital but the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me. Then, just as quickly as I'd drawn into myself, I pushed out. I screamed, and I cried, and I threw my toys at my brother who had no idea what was happening.

It took me a few weeks to calm down. I wanted to live. That would never happen if I let fear consume me. My parents were very relieved when I stopped my screaming. I started plotting, deciding, planning. There were two options open to me. One, I could be a civilian. My brother could carry on the tradition of shinobi in our family. I was sure that my parents would be disappointed, but at the very least I wouldn't be killed in some horrible way in the middle of a forest somewhere. However, if I was just a civilian, there was no guarantee that I would survive the numerous attacks on Konoha. So I could be a ninja instead. But, the idea of fighting to the death sent my nerves on edge. But at least I'd have the chance to defend myself if I really had too. That's honestly how my choice was made. I couldn't stand the thought of being helpless. Of being at the mercy of someone else. Because shinobi didn't show mercy. Not the ones who'd be attacking the villages, anyways.

So I'd be a ninja. A kunoichi. A defender of my home, my family, and myself. I didn't just want to be average, either. I wanted to be the best. Average or mediocre ninja didn't get to live very long. This was a very 'dog eat dog, only the strong survive' world. So I had to be...strong. But you couldn't just be strong you had to work at it, constantly. But I couldn't do anything while I was a baby bound to her crib.

So I tried to walk. But I didn't have the muscle mass capable of holding me, such was the plight of three-month-old me. I kept trying anyway. I saw my mom standing in the doorway one morning, watching me struggle with my own limbs. I could make out a slight smile on her face as she watched. She walked into my room and picked me up, pressing me against her chest. "My strong little girl," she whispered, rocking me back and forth. When dad came home, she told him what I was doing.

dad put me in my high-chair and grinned. "Ah, I knew she was special," he said while he put my bib around my neck. He nuzzled my nose and grinned. "I'll rub you in Uchiha's face when you show his kid up."

"Daichi!" mom scolded him. "Don't use your child to get one over on your old teammate!"

"Papa is petty," my brother said.

My dad groaned and ruffled my brother's hair roughly. "No! You're supposed to say your old man is the coolest!"

Mom laughed quietly and served dinner. I was being fed nasty baby food, and my poor dad had to wrangle me like a squirming fish to get me to eat it. He tricked me, the devil, by tickling my sides and making me laugh. He shoved a soft spoon into my mouth. I immediately started crying. The soul of an adult and the brain of a child was a complicated combination.

"No! Wait!" Dad wiped my face and looked at mom with a panicked expression. She covered her mouth and shook her head, shoulders shaking. Her laughter was infectious and Hikaru started laughing to. "Come on guy, this isn't funny!"

There was a burst of chakra, so blindly evil that I thought I might have actually died on the spot. It washed over all of us and Hikaru dropped his chopsticks and looked at our parents with all-consuming terror. Mom and dad both were quiet until an alarm blared. They looked at each other for a second before nodding slowly. Dad walked over to our cupboards and grabbed a bag and handed it to Hikaru who was wiping tears off of his face.

"I guess I'm returning to active duty then," mom said, walking away from the table.

Dad dropped to his knees and held Hikaru's shoulders tightly. "Listen to me, this is very important. I need you to take your sister, and follow the ninja who are directing the civilians towards the evacuation points."

"What about you and mom?!" Hikaru asked, standing up from the table.

"We have to go help," dad said, picking me up from my high-chair. "That alarm was a call for all able-bodied ninja in the village to go and help. That means-" There was an explosion. It rocked the very foundation of our house and cut our power. Outside, people began to scream loudly and footsteps could be heard from our clan compound. Dad handed me to Hikaru and pushed him towards the door. "Don't worry, little man, we'll come back to get you when it's over." Hikaru opened his mouth to argue and our dad shook his head, closing his eyes in genuine sorrow. "No! Go, please...please go."

Hikaru stood still for a moment before tightening his grip on me and sprinting out the door. It was total chaos in the streets. People were screaming, crying, running. The Fukumura compound was on fire and people were running over each other to get away from the danger. One of our older cousins was pointing the civilians of the clan towards the safest exit. He saw Hikaru carrying me, struggling to stay on his feet between the pushing and panic. He moved and grabbed us, putting us in the care of our great aunt Kagome. She held me and took Hikaru by the hand.

If our compound was bad, the village was a nightmare. It was hell. There were buildings being thrown over by waves of chakra. People were laying dead in the streets while their traumatized relatives wept over them. The shinobi were doing their best to keep us in an organized line, to keep us safe. The Uchiha Clan's police force made up most of our protectors. There were even a few I saw jumping in to save people from falling rubble.

We made it into the Hokage mountain and my brother took me from our aunt and sat with the other members of our clan. He was crying quietly, as were most people. He held me against his chest, rubbing my back in the soothing motion that he'd seen our mom do whenever I woke up cranky from a nap. "It's okay," he said with a few hiccups. "They'll be back soon," he whispered. "And hug us both."

They weren't. We never saw them again.

Three weeks later, when Konoha had recovered some, four-month-old me, was held in my crying brother's arms as he held a picture of our parents. We were dressed in black. We'd just returned from the funeral of the fourth Hokage and the other ninja that had died during the nine-tails attack. Now we stood in our newly repaired clan compound for the funeral for the clansmen that we'd lost. And we'd lost a lot. 61% of our entire clan had died in a single night.

Afterward, the struggle for succession began. Clan politics were complicated. Fukumura clan politics, I felt, were especially so. Our dad had no living brothers or sisters and our grandparents were all gone. Our mother was from outside the clan, so none of her siblings were able to inherit the position of clan head. In fact, the only people who were actually in the direct line were my brother and I. Naturally, the clan elders - or what was left of them - didn't want a boy who'd just turned five to be leading their clan. So someone would have to lead as a regent until Hikaru turned fifteen. So, great aunt Kagome was picked. Within a month she had died of a heart attack.

So our distant cousin Akira took the position next. It was so strange, he'd been walking down the street and a beam from a building reconstruction had fallen and killed him.

Next was Haruto. Killed by stray Kunai on the training field.

Then Kana. Killed by poison.

Itsaku. Died in his sleep.

Mio. Strangulation.

Souta. Suicide.

It got bad enough that Hikaru and I were placed under 'protective custody' by a shinobi security detail that Kagome had hired before her death. Smart woman, she'd paid them a four-year advance. My bother, my sweet Hikaru, had to be escorted to school every day because someone was obviously trying to kill off anyone who stood in the way of 'their' inheritance. My bother and I must have been next on the list, considering everyone was too afraid to step up as the regent. Sometimes, I wonder if the shinobi who guarded us felt like their mission was 'extream babysitting.'

The Fukumura clan remained leaderless for a year, our clan was in economic ruin. Before the attack, we made most of our money in two ways. Shinobi mission taxes and outside goods trading. Now, because there was no one to approve anything, and because a majority of the shinobi in our clan had died, our resources had dried up. So the clan elders decided that they had no other choice. The entire clan, as well as the two Jonin that were on security detail that week, took a trip to the center of the woods, where a single, unassuming door waited. One of the elders opened the door, and we all filed inside to a dark, damp chamber. I'm sure it must have scared the hell out of our guards.

There was an oil lamp in the center of the room, surrounded by a binding seal. They all performed a jutsu and a white mist emerged from the lamp, everyone stepped back in fear as an overwhelming dark chakra filled the small space. The elders begged this creature from the lamp to tell them who the murderer was, so we could have a leader. It laughed quietly, speaking in our minds. If they wanted information, it wanted a host. A host who could walk, and talk, and experience life. So they chose me. That night, the Shinra Bansho was sealed inside of me, and the killer was revealed and arrested. The next regent was our third cousin Yuuto Fukumura, and life went back to normal. For everyone but me.

"What is it that you desire, more than anything else?" A soft voice asked me. I was...confused. I was floating in empty space as words flashed around me. I looked forward and a white shape had its back to me. Hair long, down to their waist, hands at their sides, long pointed fingernails that were painted black. "What...do you desire, Hitomi Fukumura?" It stopped and hummed quietly. "No, that's not quite right yet, is it." It shook its head and turned to look at me. Its red eyes looked deep into my very soul. "What do you wish for, Aubrey Shepherd?"

I looked down at my hands, and my breath caught in my throat when I realized that I could see right through them. "Who are you?" I asked. "What are you?!"

It chuckled and turned back around, pushing its long hair out of its face. "You should know, you created me...or rather, you copied me from somewhere else. I'll admit, I enjoy the free reign over my abilities in this incarnation of my being. It's a lot more fun."

"What are talking about, I didn't-"

"We don't really have time for that," it said, snapping its fingers and sealing my mouth shut. "You said once, that you wanted to be strong, do you still want that?" It asked.

I paused and nodded. "Yes, I want to be strong. Strong enough to survive."

"Is that your wish?" I asked.

"Yes," I said with a determined nod.

"Very well, then together, the two of us shall survive." It turned back around and grinned at me, showing off its rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Don't think I'm just going to hand you the power you want though. I still expect you to keep things interesting."

"Then what help are you really?"

Its shoulders shook gently. "Oh, my dear, I am the greatest asset you will ever have. Use my powers well, little moon."

Then I woke up.

I was three years old before anything happened that reminded me of where I was. The entire village was in a joyous tizzy.

"Why's everyone so happy?" I asked Hikaru, moving his homework out of his reach. He glared at me and pulled it closer to him. "Aniki! Tell me, please!" I grabbed his sleeve and pulled it until he paid closer attention to me.

He sighed and tucked his homework into his folder and turned to me with a smile. "Konoha and Kumo finally finished the negotiations of the peace treaty. You won't remember, because you hadn't been born yet, but we were in the middle of the third shinobi world war. It ended the year before you were born, but we were still having active fighting with Kumo. Up until about seven months ago, anyway." He pat me on the head. "So write it on your calendar, the 27th of December, we witness history. Also, you'll be tested on this, for sure, when you go to the Academy.

Oh right, how could I forget?

Hinata was in danger.

Well shit.