A/N: And that would be the first actual chapter! I hope you enjoy it as much as the 'prologue'.

There is still a lot of monologue going on which makes kind of sense. I hope with whatever comes to my mind, that there will be a bit more action and dialogue in the upcoming chapters. Firstly I want to focus on the twins relationship before I go on and bring Sasuke into the game. That will be quite important since poor Pre-Masae has gone through a lot and gets attached to someone quite fast. So building and describing that would make sense.

I think you get what I mean, especially if you have read the prologue. So yeah, you could say that this is kind of slow-building, but I personally care a lot about through thought character developments and building relationships.

But be sure, Sasuke will make his entrance.

And now enjoy the chapter that features cute baby twins.


What is it like to be reborn, you ask? To get a second chance? Is it an appealing thought? Is there something like pain, maybe emotional ones when you were someone who wanted to die? The only pain ever existing is the unmanageable little body of yours. When a human is born, their memory isn't well developed enough and so are so many other things. Remembering and recalling events, information and memories are important to us. We rely on that whether we have to learn for tests, need to look back on specific things we looked up in the past and so on. So it's more likely that you don't remember what happened in your early months and years of life. First steps, words, drawings that had only a few sticks and the sun in one of the corners of the paper but still, the picture would have meant the world to you. And whoever tried to ruin it would be met with the force of unstoppable loud crying that in return, made them cry too. So being there and go through the whole development process with a mind much more built out than it should be for a nine-month-old is rather... weird.

But it's not like that gives me a big advantage, no. This small body is still doing its own things that make me want to facepalm mentally almost everytime. Still, whatever babies did is making you shine with smiles because it's just too cute.

Now for the big part. There are many speculations and thoughts about the afterlife. The Heaven and Hell concept, reborn into things that depend on actions and behavior from your previous life and even more. But wouldn't that mean I was a kind person with good manners and a sense of human understanding? Maybe, maybe not. All that what counted now and confused the heck out of me was the world I was reborn into. Naruto certainly is only fiction, but I don't wanna argue now about to what extent Anime or Manga is realistic. So it made zero sense to me as for why I would be reborn into a world like this. I mean its cool and things. Didn't we all want to be ninjas when we were kids?

And with that, there came a lot more confusions. First of all; Chakra. It's like this comfortable and warm buzzing feeling in your body, a set of completely new veins that moved fast through your figure. I first took notice of it when I started heaving myself up on chairs and other furniture. It felt like something was thoroughly supporting me. I wouldn't say it made me stronger and it certainly wasn't the reason I was able to hold myself up. For that, I was too young and my chakra control to underdeveloped. But still, there was something I had never felt before.

Maybe because I was too busy focusing on other things like language. To figure out it was Japanese wasn't that much of a problem since I had taken several classes for its culture before. Obviously, a normal baby wouldn't be able to yet understand its mother tongue even though it has heard it the first time in their mother's womb. But for me, it was even more frustrating because I had a much more developed brain and tried so hard to understand. Let me tell you, I'm really looking forward to age and get a hang out of this.

Then there was Itachi. I would lie if I said that I'm not aware of what happened and I could actually not just only reflect that information on my him but the whole clan. But still, I hadn't kept up with the Naruto storyline because of other problems that needed to be taken care of. And so I was god damn afraid. Afraid of what was going to happen, of where I would stand in all of this because originally, there was no Uchiha Masae. Could I even be strong and carefree enough to just change the story? I don't even know if I could prevent the Massacre to happen, for example, so afraid that I would fuck up so badly. But just sitting around having a bit of advanced information would be a waste of time. Still, I was no expert on the story, had not enough pieces of information to recall and it was more likely that I was leaving important bits out here.

Even so, in just those nine months I learned to love Itachi as a brother. As a friend. As someone, I didn't want to do all these horrible things. He is far way to precious for that. His calm aura makes me feel so safe around him, safer than I would have ever thought. And so was the whole Clan including my parents. Mikoto is a loveable and caring mother, always doing her best. Fugaku has troubles showing off his feelings, but that didn't mean he was heartless or cold. He cared about us the same way our Mother did.

Itachi was a fast learner. He picked Information up rather quickly and I sometimes felt a bit outnumbered. Even though I was older in mind, my brother seemed to have a definitely better control over his actions. Of course, his steps looked shaky and his balance was more than off, but Itachi managed many things I could not. Which made me jealous.

There was this time where I had finally managed to roll myself and lay flat on the stomach and sit up by myself. I didn't succeded yet to crawl and was more like robbing on the floor trying to move forward. Itachi all the while was able to slowly crawl, this proud grin on his face that showed off some of his teeth. And he was looking at me all proud and satisfied which made me a bit uneasy. My body didn't want to cry but yet resist and show off as well. In my head, I was all calm. My body; not so. But it wasn't like I had full control over it yet. So when Itachi was making grabby hands in my direction and got a hold of a fold in my pants, my body instinctively moved on its own, slapped my chubby hand on his head and grabbed him by the hair. I could tell it wasn't that much of a hard grip, but the action alone spoke for itself.

Itachi had retreated immediately and the face he was now making would have caused a sibling to run, because a crying sibling never meant something good. It always screamed danger. Save yourself before Mom arrives. But even though he was grimacing with his face slowly turning red as if he held his breath, nothing came. Though Itachi did whimper out a small "Mama". Then he set himself up and was looking at me, still pouting. Yes, a child could make someone feel like the worst person ever.

But there were also really adorable and appreciatable moments that I'm so glad I was part of. It was once during breakfast. Itachi and I were sitting next to each other, both of us in their own high chair, only separated by a small bit. We both were snacking happily on our small sliced banana pieces. And I guess my body had more fun playing with the food instead of eating it. But I think the squishy feeling of the banana caught its attention. I didn't really try and stop my form from doing so. Exploring is a really important part of growing up, even when I was going through this process a second time.

Mom and Dad always shared food with each other, helped themselves out with even the simplest tasks. Just like a freshly new couple.

Children copy. A lot. They copy almost everything they see because they can't select yet, don't know the concept of what is relevant and irrelevant. So just going with the flow is the best bet they have. I knew what sharing meant even though I wasn't actively doing it. My brother was. While I had still given my whole attention to the things happening in front of me, I saw something moving in the corners of my vision. And then there was suddenly a mashed up banana piece on my tray that certainly wasn't mine.

As I turned my head, my brother looked at me with expectant eyes.

"Na-na," he said pointing a pudgy finger on my tray.

"-na?" I knew what he was talking about, but this was more like this kind of 'what-response' you gave even though you perfectly understood the question that was asked.

And because this didn't belong to me, I gave it back to Itachi who was starting to whine. From the other side of the table, you could hear snickers clearly coming from Moms direction. All the while my brother was going for another try, picking up a banana piece, laying it down on my tray and trying again to pronounce the fruits name correctly. Experimentally I took the offer to my mouth, slowly chewing on it. And I guess I did the right thing because Itachi bounced up and down, squeaked and clapped his little hands together.

And if you thought this was the last piece he gave me, well, haha.

I really appreciate these memories and the love that comes with all of them. Times will surely get harder and there is no denying in it. So I'm trying to make the best out of the comfortable life I had so far and try not to think too much about what bad things are eventually going to happen.