Chapter One: Welcome to Your Nightmare

So rolling around is interesting I guess. I'm almost one now and teething is finally over. I'm able to roll around and have at least a small bit of mobility back. Not that I'm really able to use it limited to a single room along with my twin under the ever so watchful eyes of our parents.

Which I suppose is actually a good thing considering how much trouble I am able to get into simply rolling around or trying to crawl. It's almost ludicrous really and I kind of laugh evilly to myself when I consider how they react when I disappear from their sight or somehow manage to reach things that I shouldn't be able to.

The ability to feel the flow of the energy within me is incredibly helpful with that actually. Also it's not like I'm ever in any real danger even when I do get into all sorts of trouble. The truly dangerous and possibly deadly things are kept well away from me and my twin.

Since you know we are still tiny babies. Also coordination is completely out of reach. As in completely out of reach, the best I can do is maybe shove things into my mouth. Or you know throw stuff at the wall.

Except that I can't aim, and more often than not I get whatever I'm trying to put into my mouth all around it or down my front instead.

Baby limbs are horrible to even try to attempt to control. It's like I tell them one thing and they instead do something completely different. It would be more annoying if I didn't have the habit of laughing at the thought of how adorably ridiculous it must look when I mess up and get covered in food.

Although I don't think that my twin is all that amused by the lack of control that either of us have. They always seem frustrated by their lack of ability to do anything really. Always seem frustrated that they have to rely on our parents. To be fair I'm frustrated by the same limitations but I at least don't bother worrying about it.

They do though. Along with their other worries it's kind of worrying. They seem to know something. More than I know about this place anyway. Always worrying and fretting, watching over me and fussing whilst basking in the presence of our shared parents. Basking in the attention that they give us. Basking in the care, which to be fair I do as well.

It's kind of one of the few things that I can do without worrying about boredom or how my past life might be affecting the way that I think.

Or even my new state. I don't know if loving this new family could be considered a betrayal, and I don't stop to wonder because I know that there's still another me with my old family. In some weird twisty way I just know this, so I move on and instead worry about my twin. My elder sibling who acts as though they know more about reality and life than they should. Who has these little or large rather... They have a worrying intelligence really tells. Who just seem to be so scared about something that I can't sense or see.

That I can't understand because even being a sixteen year old before I died holds no weight when I have no understanding of this world beyond magical reflexes and the energy within everything.

Beyond the sky and the clouds, the bright colours and hope for making some sort of impact on the world in the future. Beyond learning to grow up again, causing no end of headaches and worry for our parents.

And in the darkness of the night whispering to myself in English. Just to hear my own voice and to remember where I came from. Since that's one of the most important things really. I have to remember.

Have to remember even as the cold leaks in from outside and the days drag on. I have to remember exactly where I came from. So I talk about whatever I can just to remember, I've always been an auditory learner after all... With tactile second and finally visual...

I never was that good at remembering faces and places. Music on the other hand, the feeling of wind over my body and the movement that I made... So speaking about those things, telling stories to myself it helps me to keep in mind the world that I had been ripped from.

It also had the added bonus of kind of freaking my twin out. Which might be kind of cruel of me to find enjoyment in. Yet it proves that I am definitely still human.

I never claimed to be a saint after all. Even if I did mostly fail at the whole teenage rebellion thing. I was more rebellious as a toddler really. Even now, I'm more rebellious and annoying to everyone around me. Chaotic and stubborn simply because I can get away with pretty much anything. Well, mostly considering that I can't really do anything so that's a moot point.

And then it's our first birthday and so many people are coming just to meet us. Or at least acknowledge our existence. It's terrifying really because these people are all apparently related to us bar a small handful.

Also the hair colours make no sense to my mind. Green and blue naturally? I even thought that I saw someone with bright pink hair.

So there's that. It gives me a nagging feeling that I may have more familiarity with this world that I initially thought. Especially because such hair colours are something that's only ever really found in things like anime and manga and video games. Except that only gives me a base, a place to begin with wondering about where I am.

Really though I don't have much to go on, and there's also the problem that I really didn't pay all that much attention to the overload of anime and manga back home. Also I only maybe had a handful of video games that I regularly played and this world matches none of them.

Yet, there are clues around me. The name Uchiha, Hokage, War... Hints that stir up memories of conversations just overheard. Bits and pieces that slip into an almost cohesive picture but at the same time, I have barely any of the context.

No where near enough to surely say that I know where I am even as I rest with my twin and try not to worry about all the attention.

Try not to worry about the small hints that this is a very dangerous world. Then again what world isn't dangerous?

Yet there's something about this one that just feels more. A niggling in the back of my mind that chimes every time I hear someone mention the name Uchiha or call me an adorable little boy... Not that I really mind the whole boy thing. Gender is kind of a weird thing to get stuck on anyway I never understood why people fussed so much over whether someone was a boy or a girl. Although I really could do without people commenting on it constantly because it makes me feel so weird.

It's not a bad weird, just weird. I know that I never quite felt like a girl in my previous life but here and now being called an adorable little boy doesn't feel quite right either.

Maybe I'm just the weird one. Who knows.

It's not really important though, so I simply rest in my father's arms and observe as the adults mingle. It's not like either me or my twin can really do that much after all. We're only just now one. A single year old tiny and neither of us have spoken yet.

Well not officially anyway. And besides I wouldn't even know what to say as my first word anyway. It would likely be one of the rather typical ones. Yes, No, or perhaps mine.

Except those thoughts fly right out of my mind when there's an abrupt spike in the air. The feeling of pain and fear and a sense of someone screaming no over and over again in their head. My father shifts spinning around and I'm staring at my mother and my twin who's crying. There's a feeling of doom hanging in the air and a chill that races up and down my back as I kind of sink into my father's arms and try not to feel the blank space where mother's energy used to emanate from.

"Kaachan!" the word is so quiet in the air I'm almost convinced that it never came out. But there's a brief moment when father freezes as though he'd heard before continuing to reach for mother. I also reach for her but not because I want to know if she's okay. There's no energy in her, no feeling at all unlike what's in me, or father or my twin.

Nothing. It's gone.

My lip wobbles a bit and I can feel my twin's panic. I can feel their fear and desperation. I can feel it, both in the energy around them... And in the back of my own head. A link between us that I've mostly ignored because I don't know what it's supposed to be. Is it supposed to fade?

Grow stronger? Is it even supposed to exist at all?

I mean I'm aware of a legendary so called twin link that rumours were spread about in my previous life. But... I don't know if that were real and here even if I have some sort of feel that connects me to my twin, I'm not sure if it's supposed to be there. Whatever the reason for it though it's a relief now because I can send the feeling of calm and hope and apology down it to try and settle my twin. Death and disease and non-existence are normal after all. They happen to everyone eventually.

It doesn't work really because instead I end up bursting into tears and sobbing in our father's arms. My twin's emotions are much stronger than mine apparently and it shows. I whimper and my tiny hands fist in our father's vest. They don't stop and I press my head against his chest trying to block out the noise and energy around us.

It's almost painful to feel at the moment. So much just there that it's overwhelming and I really, really just want it to stop.

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.

My eyes squeeze themselves shut and I rest my head against my father's chest just that little bit more hands fisting tighter bunching up material. It hurts.

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.

I whimper pain filling my head and a ringing in my ears. The energy hurts and I just want it all to stop. I want the pain to go away. Why is it that pain has to plague my life? Seriously I have to wonder why. Because it hurts, so much.

It always hurts so much, like someone's dragging a knife through my skin and then rubbing salt in. Or twisting it with their movements. Or the old weight of rocks holding me down, a tightening in my chest and air cutting out. I can't breathe through the pain. I can't... I can't breathe and it's like my first attack all over again with that one particular tightness in the chest and loosening grip.

Yet there's a different sensation that nags at me and draws me out. A buzz in the back of my senses. Hands rubbing gentle circles on my back and also the feeling of desperate fear and pleading. I blink my eyes back open and suck air in desperately before breathing out.

It hurts less now. Fewer people are in the room... Which can probably be accounted for by the fact that we seem to be in the hospital now. Or a hospital room. I take another more controlled breath before shifting around a bit in the bed that I've been settled in.

I raise my head back up and look over at my father. He looks even more pale than he usually does. Probably because mother just died and then I some kind of fit in his arms for seemingly no reason. True adult fear right there I would guess. Also the fear in my twin's eyes kind of drives the point home.

Not my best moment.

Yet also not my worst either.

I've had many, many worse moments in my previous life as an average teenager. Seriously, I was probably one of the most problematic teens alive. Not because of any rebellious attitude, but because my health was absolutely horrible. Pain, was constant all the time. Like the itch of the unfamiliar energy in this life, but actually painful rather than irritating.

Pain, not an itch or irritation like a buzzing fly.

So to experience a shock like that is startling. Also a wake up call, since mental health plays a lot into your physical health... Everything's all interconnected and people all to easily forget that. People forget that when you're worried or anxious or scared, nervous and trembling it will take longer for you to recover physically or make it easier for you to get sick. Or to experience such a break down and an attack.

I am going to need to be a bit more careful in the future. A bit more aware of myself and my surroundings. I think that attack was a combination of social anxiety due to the large amount of people and the shock of our mother just suddenly no longer being alive.

Which is perfectly fair I guess. But still worrying, my hands fist a bit into the sheets and I hum even as my father moves to rest on the bed beside me. My twin reaches over and I offer a wane smile.

It's all that I can really manage in these moments. And a few months later it's pretty much the best I can do when it comes to smiles. Both of our parents are now gone and I have absolutely no response to that apart from forcing a smile and trying to pretend that I'm not hurting once more.

Yet in the night I sit up and look over at my sibling. It's a spur of the moment thing but it's all that I can do at that time.

"Sorry." the word is quiet but it fills the air between us and they sit up with wide eyes staring at me. I can almost read their thoughts just by the emotions of disbelief and shock that buzz in the back of my mind. But I can't, except I am aware of enough to continue with my apology because it's just to assure them that I don't feel very good about this situation either. "Still Sorry..."

After that I insert a single fist into my mouth and chew on it for a bit to keep my mind off of the buzz of energy and light pain within my limbs.

It helps but only just.

I dread the years to come. Especially since it only took one word for my mind to finally click the pieces together. Chakra... This is the world of Naruto. A world of shinobi and war and fighting... And one of those anime that I never really watched. Anything that I know about this world is absolutely useless because I'm not in the timeline with the main characters.

I don't even know when in the timeline I am...

I'm pretty much flying blind. And that's what scares me the most.

Since I'm in a fictional universe that I know in passing. I know that it's dangerous, I know that there's disaster and danger in the future. I know these things, but the exact details and players and importance of such things are completely unknown to me. I barely know anything about any of this.

I don't even know if I was in the prime timeline. Or the person who I am now... Although the name is familiar.

Uchiha Obito...

That's my name. And in this life I have an older twin, Uchiha Tomoko. Whether any of this is canon is unknown. But for now, I am simply going to have to suck it up and try my best to survive in this horrible world.

Because isn't that the best that any of us can do?