Title: Virtue

Summary: Of course, of fucking course. The girl with Arachnophobia is reborn into the Naruto world as a god damn Aburame. Fate is just so funny like that. OC/Self Insert

Disclaimer: I only own what's mine.


[One]

The day started out like any other. I woke up, ate a breakfast made entirely from leftovers in the fridge, got dressed, went to work, and then began the long journey home. I remember it started raining, and I was soaked from my hoodie to my flip flops, very apparent anger on the mind. I was mad that my car was in the shop, getting new tires put on it after an eventful breakup that didn't exactly end on good terms. Maybe if he hadn't slashed my tires and I hadn't had to walk home, I'd still be alive, or, maybe if I hadn't stopped to warm up outside of the rain, either way, I'd died.

Dry off and wait for the rain to end with a cup of coffee, I had at least five dollars in my wallet, that was enough. How was I supposed to know someone would try and rob a cafe? I mean, of all places to rob, right? Not like there was a jewlery store just down the street, nope, all the money must be in that coffee shop. One minute I was paying and telling the worker my name, the next thing I know I'm on the floor and there's a guy that's way too young to be a criminal holding a gun to the cute cashier.

Of course, being the idiot that I was, when he turned his back to me, I tried to hit the gun out of his hand. Clutzy, spaz, sad attempt of a human me, failed miserabely. He turned around and before I knew it BANG BANG, throbbing in my chest. I looked down at my year old hoodie, a ciruclar portion of the cloth directly above my cleavage slowly turning a dark crimson color. My heart seemed to be beating out of my chest, anxiety filled my veins, and pain bounced around everywhere inside me. I glanced up quickly, the gun-man's face just as shocked as mine.

And then, simple as that, before I could even think poor kid has no idea what hes done, my mind concaved and a blanket of darkness overwhelmed my senses.

After that, every ounce of my sense of reality began to fade. The aching pain in my chest dulled and I found myself not wanting to think past that. It was simple, everywhere was warm, and there was no pain, wherever I was, I didn't want to question it. Who would? An unmeasurable amount of time passed and with each day, the darkness thinned, and my once spatious new home, was quickly becoming a cage.

As I began to grow more and more aware, I first realized one thing. Wherever I was, I was not alone. Behind me, there was another person, but I couldn't move, couldn't crane my head to take a look at whoever it was. It was like coming off of xanex, each day, time seemed to move faster, things seemed to get worse, and worse, like waking up, and slowly realizing. I was coming to the realization that not only were my walls were beginning to crush my body in every sense, but I couldn't move, had no idea where I was, who was behind me, or what was going on.

Then the buzzing started.

In the same sensation, I began to understand that cradling my body, around the walls, was something. A lot of somethings...thousands. Days and days went on and the buzzing got louder and louder to the point where my ears ached and my skin constantly felt them, everywhere. I didn't know it at the time, but these were bugs. Had I known at the time, I'd of probably died in the womb of a heart attack, and been reborn...AGAIN.

My special disgust was reserved for spiders, but bugs in general made every single particle in my body shiver. They were just gross.

All in all, I wanted out. I also wanted knowledge, answers to my millions of questions, but I ignored those for my need to escape. Looking back, I wish I'd been able to stay in that original state forever, the quiet, devoted, warmth and love that cacooned me in the dark, of course, most wishes go ungranted. Instead, the day came that I finally got what I wanted, out. During the process, and I feel guilty about this, I may have shoved my twin brother behind me so that I could get out first. BUT, to be fair, I didn't realize it was my brother at the time.

The buzzing went haywire and our once safe walls collapsed on us, squirming, pushing, shoving myself and my brother, as we both struggled to move down, one at a time. Like I said, I ended up wiggling my way to victory, leaving my brother in the dust without a second thought. Pain was everywhere and where the pain was not, there was buzzing. To say the least, I would rather be decapitated then ever have to go through that again.

When I made it out, the answer to all of my questions was found. The bright light blinded me and while the buzzing disappeared, a crying replaced it, and then I was grabbed, held, and scrubbed down. A five foot and six inches tall, twenty three year old, woman being picked up and scrubbed down? Unlikely. No, but crying, white room? A baby? Now that was likely. That crying was me, or was it my brother? I couldn't tell.

Either way, one of us was crying.

Thoughts swarmed in my head. Reincarnation? Buddha? What the hell? Why did I have my memories? Was I going to have to go through puberty...again? Because that was so not cool. Not only that, but if I was a baby again, that meant I'd have to relive teething and potty training! The amount of how 'not alright with this' I was, was practically supernatural. Maybe, I would have been okay with it if I didn't have the mind of an adult, but I did, and here I was, naked, afraid, and unable to speak.

I heard something, someone talking, in a tongue completely foreign to me. After that, the crying stopped, only to be started again, except louder, by what I would guess was my brother. So that meant I was the one first making the noise, whatever, not the point. Seconds later I found myself being shoved into the arms of another, a person who my body reacted to in ways I'd never imagined.

This person, this woman, was my mother, and I recognized it. I couldn't tell if her eyes were that small, or if she had narrowed them, but they were a soft brown color that I could barely see beneath her humongous pupils, she too seemed to struggle with the brightness of the room. Her skin was extremely pale, a side effect of childbirth, probably. Though her hair was the most noticable thing about her, it was pitch black, and piled in a bun so large at the top of her head that it was probably bigger then my baby-self, holding it together was a blue item that could have been a scrunchie of sorts, or a ribbon, but I was too far down, and too undeveloped to distinguish.

That wasn't what mattered, though.

What mattered was, I WAS A FUCKIN' BABY! The evidence was all there, the all too heavy head, lack of control of my limbs, the fact that these adults could toss me around like a god damn football, the white room. Or maybe it was the bloody ass hands that liked to play keep away with my brother and myself that gave it away. After my mother held me, I found myself once again shoved elsewhere, this time, in the arms of the weirdest looking man I've ever seen. It surprised me immensly that they let him into the hospital.

I couldn't really see what his eyes looked like, or his hair, the only thing I could see, was a pair of big glasses that looked like a jazz musician would wear. Everywhere else was covered by the largest hoodie I'd ever seen, the collar reaching above his nose, and the hood wrapping around his head and going at least three or four inches past his hairline, leaving only the glasses for speculation. I couldn't tell what he thought of me in his hands, his opinion, or anything, I couldn't read him one bit, his expression, if he had one, was hidden beneath the MANY layers of clothing.

The people in the room began babbling their mumbo jumbo not quite japanese language, but then I heard a sentence that made my eyes widen to the size of jupiter.

Aburame, I heard Aburame.

"Aburame Shina" and,

"Aburame Shibi."

Shina must have been me, because I most certainly knew who Shibi was. Aburame Shibi, the father of one of the characters in my favorite television series. You could say I flipped shit. The crying started up and I knew it was me this time, this time I was screaming, kicking, making every god damn movement possible. I mean,

what the fuck?

And then my horror grew. The buzzing, the buzzing, Aburame, THE BUZZING WAS MY MOTHER'S KIKAICHU! Disgust floored my senses and I screamed, loud, noticing the glasses droop a little as the man flinched, and I found myself quickly taken back into the hands of the nurse. The man that just held me was made up of bugs, my mother was made up of bugs, the loud layering inside of the womb was fucking bugs. I sat in there for roughly nine months having my skin caressed by beetles.

I was going to puke. The fact that I was in the Naruto-verse was a later problem, a right now problem, was the fact that I was reborn as an Aburame. The clan renowed for their bugs. Bugs everywhere, bugs helping carry grocery bags, bugs in the house, bugs inside my new parents, and bugs soon to be inside of me! This amount of terror was nothing compared to how I would react when I later found myself undergoing the process of getting my Kikaichu.

Creepy crawlies moving up and down every inch of my body, running across my leg, oh god, in my bedroom. I didn't care about where I was, where I was going to be, what would happen, all I cared about was bugs.

I let out another harsh shreek.

It could only have been worse if I'd been reborn into a clan of spiders, but being an Aburame was pretty god damn close. I have a constant and vigil phobia of spiders, bugs in general, of course, but spiders specifically disgust me in every which way. Do not get me started on halloween, where everyone likes to stick those fucking idiotic fake spiders everywhere. I was not going to miss that holiday, though I might miss the candy...

Slowly, ever so slowly, I tried to forget the bug thing, the Naruto-verse thing, just settling on the simple thought of candy and halloween. Obviously I'd been reborn, that meant I was a fresh baby, I had at least two years until I had to seriously start planning out what the hell I was going to do about the situation.


Two years was not in fact accurate, no it seemed my clan waited for no man, or reincarnated twenty three year old adult in a babies body. Three days after my rude awakening to the world, though that's more of a rough estimate, it could have only been one, I found myself being taken out of the infernal hospital, along with Shibi, my twin brother who I'd yet to see since the birthing process. The nurse carried us, smiling ahead, widely, and cooing in her language. She reminded me of Nurse Joy, from Pokemon, honestly. She had light pink hair that was folded up beneath a hat that looked like the medical version of a Hitai-ate, probably someone early in the Haruno line, though, considering my twin brother was Shino's dad, that meant I was in Kushina's generation, a sick conclusion considering that meant I'd probably have to help fight the Kyuubi.

None the less, I swallowed my fear, and kept in the cries that wanted to make themselves known at the idea of facing the tailed beast. Wherever she was taking me, I did not want to interupt her. All I wanted to do was get out of this place, all I did all day was lay there, contemplating fate, and listen to the other babies cry. And if I had to drink that chalky water they tried to call milk one more time, I was going to quit.

She began speaking fluently before I was placed back into the arms of my new father. He looked exactly like he had the first time I'd met him, a pair of glasses beneath a big ass hoodie.

Nothing really big seemed to happen after that, but I was very curious. He couldn't be taking me home, while I'd never had a baby before, or witnessed one being born, I was pretty sure they stayed in the hospital for like a week or two, so an estimate of three days did not mean I was getting sent home. So where was he taking me? Or, well, us, I had vaguely reminded myself as I bumped toes with Shibi.

By the time we came to a halt, I was gurgling, squirming, and scrunching up my eyebrows in excitement. If I'd of known what was happening at the time, I would have tried to gum my father to death, and crawl my way back to the hospital, probably. When we did stop however, I noticed something that made a familiar fear slowly begin to make its way through my body. Buzzing. Clicking. Little things brushing against my skin...everywhere. And then I was set down, and I couldn't move. When I say I couldn't move, I mean at all. I couldn't open my mouth, kick my feet, wiggle my toes, scrunch up my nose, I could blink, but that was about it.

Anxiety and terror clouded my every thought, overwhelming my senses and suffocating me, like a miasma. I couldn't move, couldn't cry, and couldn't escape, and as I took in my surroundings, I'm pretty sure I ruptured one of my lungs from trying so hard to scream. There was no sky, no roof, no walls, no trees, nothing, every single inch of my universe was covered by bugs. Kikaichu, beetles, insects, bugs, gross little creatures, whatever you wanted to call them, they were there.

There was nowhere I could look where there wasn't a bug.

Then, as if my thoughts were some kind of GO! motion, they began to invade. That day I gained a new phobia, not sure what the technical term is, but I am now utterly terrified of being paralyzed. The simple feeling of not being able to move makes that night run through my head, the sensation of each and every beetle latching onto different strands of my life force, pushing through my molecules. Not a single one of my senses went untouched that night. I constantly felt them, everywhere.

All in all, though I didn't know this at the time, luckily I'd been reborn with a Chakra system. See, had I not been born with Chakra, my family would have assumed otherwise, and I still would have been made to go through this process, except, I did have Chakra, and that was the only thing keeping the Kikaichu from chewing through me like worm food. It was entirely possible that I be born without a Chakra system, I'd read fanfiction where that happened, and while entertaining...I didn't want it to happen to me. I got lucky.

So yeah, my life ended, my new life started, all in all it was a great big load of cosmic bullshit. But what was I supposed to do about it? Send one of my newly aquired Kikaichu up to the heavens with a scroll for the big man upstairs, or Buddha, or whatever the hell was responsible for this, that read along the lines of

Dear whoever you are,

You fucked up but its okay just fix this shit.

XOXO, Charlotte/Shina


The next big event in my life was my second birthday, and the first day I began to play with my Chakra. When I say my birthday, I mean our birthday, Shibi and I's. It was simple as hell, made up of a bunch of people I didn't recognize, and kids that all pretty much looked like big piles of animated fat and drool. Two canon characters woud attend our birthday party.

For our birthday, Shibi looked so cute. Though my opinion was kind of biased, I mean, twin brother, right? I'd grown pretty attached to him over the year, especially when I realized that this meant he named Shino after me. I mean it couldn't be a coincedence, Shina, Shino? Anyway, yeah, he was the cutest at the birthday party. His attire was what he was going to wear up until he went to the academy. He wore a black jumpsuit that had a hoodie on the top, said hoodie zipped completely up the front, when he wanted, and over the black jumpsuit he wore a giant white jacket thing that looked more like a kimono, but whatever.

I had yet to see a mirror, but little did I know, I looked awful. Ignorance is bliss though, if I had seen my little two year old self dressed in a full body jumpsuit with a big ass scarf and completely black, straight hair, I probably would have quit life. I looked like the child of Maito Gai and John Lennon.

The first canon character that arrived was someone I did not expect, like, at all, I was hoping for Kushina or something, or I don't know, maybe Hinata's dad, whatever, but instead, I got Kizashi. As in, Kizashi Haruno, Sakura's father. He was easily recognizable from his vibrant pink hair and sparkling blue eyes...even with drool hanging from his bottom lip and a baby face. He waddled around on the floor before I lost my interest and changed my focus back to the pile of toys between my stubby legs.

Among the toys was one rubber kunai, which I didn't plan on touching, didn't want my parents to get the idea that I was some kind of Aburame Prodegy, a ball, a useless rattle, and a handful of plastic Kikaichu. The Ball it was then. After the horrible, horrible, night where Shibi and I found ourselves stuck to a podium by some archaic fuinjutsu and had bugs implanted inside of our bodies, I'd had to live with the damn things buzzing inside of me constantly.

They weren't as bad as they were at first, which by the way, when I first got started with them, I once had to be sent to a medic because I'd scratched my body up in my sleep. Obviously, the medic assumed it was just me getting used to Chakra, or something of the like. Couldn't expect to diagnose a baby Aburame with a phobia of bugs. All in all, if I focused too heavily on my physical feelings, I would get a migraine, the foreign chakra, and disgusting bugs swarming inside of me, were to thank for that.

And don't underestimate the word migraine. When I say I got a migraine, I don't mean a little headache for an unmeasured amount of time, I mean a splitting pain in my head that was bad enough to rival that of a concussion.

Anyway, back to the whole point of this trip down memory lane. On my second birthday, I first tried to use my chakra. Which was a pretty big step for me, considering, and I knew this, that using my chakra would probably have something to do with my kikaichu, and no matter how terrifying that was, I had to get used to them. They weren't leaving anytime soon.

I knew a shit load about charka, as one can assume, considering I watched the Naruto television series for about ten years of my life, and actively lived vicariously throughout the characters in fanfiction. But I didn't know anything about the Kikaichu. I decided to ignore that last fact.

See, after I grew bored with rolling the ball between my stubby legs, I scanned the room for something else interesting, and boy did I find something interesting. Or...someone. Sitting in the hall next to Shibi was another child, one around the same age as Shibi and I, I assumed, with huge tuffs of bright blonde hair.

I was curious and had the impulse control of a two year old, literally. And so before I knew it, I was focusing on my chakra. See, since the Kikaichu fed off of my chakra, and I could feel the Kikaichu inside of me, I knew exactly how to pinpoint my chakra circulation, so moving my chakra to my hand was relatively simple. Control must come easy to my clan, and I faintly wondered why they never mentioned it in the series. Whatever.

My body practically hummed and I flinched, trying to ignore it, balling up all of my chakra into my right hand. And then I pulled. Simple as that, a small thread spread outside of my pudgy index finger, and said ball shot out, effectively hitting the blonde boy on the back of his head.

Well, that's one way to get a look at his face.

Low and behold, there he was, The Fourth Hokage. At my birthday party. Of course, he was only a toddler, but still. I was pretty surprised. My mouth hung open like a fish, and I only stopped and closed it after my mom picked me up, chastising me. Then my shock quickly switched to annoyance and I let out a stream of angry gurgles as she dragged me towards the time out pin.

"You shouldn't throw things, Shina!"

At least she hadn't seen me use my chakra.


Authors Note: Okay that's the end of the first chapter! There should be maybe two more chaptes of childhood and then we can get to the good stuff. I'd also like to throw in there that a lot of the stuff about the Aburame clan in this fic will be my headcanons because there isn't that much about the Aburames in the Naruto series, so its very hard to construct a main character a part of their clan, but fun, none the less. You should also keep in mind that she is in a baby body right now, so its harder for her to focus on the bad, like the fact that she'll probably never see her original family ever again, so she'll get hit by that as her brain grows, and she doesn't exactly have the vision range of an adult, so we miss some things that we'd normally see.

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