((I have my [WARNING] on the summary so if you don't like the them or the direction I'm taking this then don't read it. It's a very simple concept I'm surprise it hasn't be thought of before. Anyways this type of story is something I've been searching high and low for but have never could find one like this, so I decided to write my own version and give things a slight twist and see where it goes. I might even have people give me some pointers when I run out of ideas.

Inspired by: 'Dreaming of Sunshine' by Silver Queen, 'The Gamer' by Sung Sang-Young, The game Fable & The Naruto series. The SI-OC is mine, but the world Naruto is not.

In case you didn't see the warning in the summary here you go

(OC-SI)(Warning: Yaoi/Hentai/Smut/Harem) (Gender-Bending for OFC)))

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

Chapter 3 - Prostitute Mother? That explains why she's a bitch

I had my birthday and it was cat themed. It was very cute.

They had a hard time trying to pry me away from my presents just, so I could eat. This year my tiny cupcake was a baby blue and circular pink sprinkles. I immediately ate the cake while the others were distracted singing the birthday song. Once they stopped they waited and I sat there with my hands covering my mouth as I wasn't fast enough to get away with it.

"…Hi?" Was my innocent response and the ladies just started laughing. 'I'm a hit at the parties what can I say.'

"Did you at least make a wish,' questioned Yu-neechan.

"UN!" I nodded my head vigorously but ended up slightly dizzy.

Yu-neechan the started wiping my face clean. Chucking under her breath as she directed the others to move onto the next step of the party.

"At least get rid of the evidence before admitting to an act of innocence." Yu-neechan said exasperatedly.

We continued the party until you-know-who came it greet us curtly and left us. We aren't sure why she even bothers considering that everyone knows of her hatred towards me. We just rolled with it since there wasn't any shouting or death glares this time though she didn't even look at me so that might explain it.

At this point I was still practicing and improving my eyesight and happened to notice on quite a few of my nee-sans there were bruises on their necks.

They heavily applied makeup on their necks. 'Doesn't that feel uncomfortable. I mean when I wore that stuff I couldn't wait to get it off me with its slimy feeling. Just the thought of it being on my neck makes me shudder.'

I was appalled that these strong women allowed a someone to hurt them. That doesn't make any sense.

So, I just sat back and observed while occasionally babbling nonsense with a few words inserted to keep up my baby act. I did get distracted here and there when something shiny came into view. Not my fault my baby functions haven't fully matured in ignoring distractions. It had nothing to do with the fact I might have found it sparkly and pretty.

Absolutely nothing I say.

I got more cat plushies and even a kitty onesie. It easily became a favorite item. Cue cooing and squealing as I roamed around my party like it was the most natural thing. It was really comfy against my body.

The games were fun, and a little ninja orientated with the ninja star practice instead of a good old pin the tail on the donkey but whatever I knew my nee-sans were into ninjas and samurais. I wonder if it's a current fad for the older generation. Probably deals with some sort of romantic Asian drama that revolves around the forbidden love of ninja and princess.

That would be cliché and I'd pity my nee-sans for being into such a thing. Not that I don't find them interesting but well to each their own.

But I sometimes worry of their sanity when they get over excited, if you know what I mean, about the topic ninjas or in this current time, shinobi.

I paused in my thoughts and absently thanking god for my ability to multi-task in different settings, otherwise I would never be awake during a client's complaining, work meetings, or just plain rants from friends.

I started putting the pieces together. One: They have busy work in a "store." Two: They wear expensive looking outfits. Three: Excessive perfume. Four: They always look nothing but picture perfect. And finally, with the latest evidence has led me to believe this isn't a cosplay shop I once thought it was due to the hickies.

'They're fucking prostitutes or courtesans…geishas… or whatever the fuck they're called.' My eyes widened in a realization and my head whipped to the group taking amongst themselves. I took in how stressed they looked and exhaustion that must be taking a toll on their bodies. 'I must be further back in time than I originally thought. Fuck.'

That would mean…'My "mother" really is a bitch,' I thought with a grin.

It doesn't really bother me as much as you would think when you notice because in a was its just fact of life. It's their way of life they don't change and who am I to judge since they don't exactly look pressured into it.

I don't think I could survive and thrive in this environment if I was being honest. I know I'd probably be taught how to be a lady and entertain men to the best of my ability, but I want to do more in this life because I wasn't able to previously.

'I want to survive without any peer pressure, so I'll leave after I learn enough to survive on my own,' I nodded with conviction.

I stayed and played my innocent baby and started planning what I could learn other than improving my sense. And the reminds me while I was mediating something tickles me under my skin and I wonder if I'm coming down with something.

'I hope I'm not a sickly baby,' if so then I'd have to reevaluate my plans to saving up money.

It gives me the willies because it's comforting but ticklish and I don't like that when I'm trying to concentrate.

Let me tell you being a baby is hard. I mean HARD. Like pretending that you're stupid and like you don't know the answer makes me want to bang my head against a table. But I settle for spacing out and once again thinking of past shows for entertainment.

It's sometimes during February and Yu-neechan is cutting out hearts and I'm just doodling all over them and copying the kanji onto them. I'm in my terrible twos. It means I'm obliged to make my caretakers flustered. Thus, begins the "why" stage.

"Yu-neechan?"

"Hai, Neko-chan."

"Why are we doing this?"

"Doing what"

"Cutting… these…these…ahh…paper thingies?"

"Hearts. They're called hearts." She said with a smile.

"But why? Why hearts?"

"Because it's tradition for the holidays"

"Whatsa holiday? why do they want hearts?" I scrunched my nose.

"It's a holiday for love." She said wistfully.

"Love? Why love? Is it edible?"

She laughs, "No it's a holiday for feelings to be delivered to family, friends, lovers and even strangers through your actions."

"Hm…but why just them what about the kitties?"

"Kitties are family too," She said with mock seriousness.

She turned her head shaking with suppressed emotions. I deadpanned because who is she fooling. After getting ahold of herself she continues thinking the conversation is over.

"Do you give your love to other people than me?" I tilted my head pretending to think about it.

"I do give my love to others mainly due my job and to strangers but it's the same thing,' she said a little uncomfortable with the topic now.

"Why to strangers?" I'm just curious if she'll tell me.

"Well…" She trails off flustered trying to find a kid friendly definition but settles with saying, "I'll tell you when you're older"

She sighs in relief at having to dodge a bullet probably glad she won't have to give "the talk" to me just yet and preserve my innocence.

"Why when I'm older?" I wouldn't be me if I didn't make people flustered.

"Some things are better understood at an older age," she said with mock wisdom.

I shrugged and hassled her enough and just let it slide because I actually like Yu-neechan and didn't really want to cause too much trouble.

Today is the day I finally get to leave this room and greet some fresh air. Yu-neechan was especially excited when this day came. I only knew this because she barged into my room and dragged me over to dress me while I was still trying to wake up to a more alert stage.

Once somewhat coherent I had noticed she was grinning.

"Yu-neechan…What's going on?" I asked wearily because that expression makes me feel a tad uneasy with her enthusiasm.

In a perky voice she says, "Ko-ne-ko-chan~. We are going into a garden!" She ends her sentence clapping happily and smooshes my face with her hands.

"Wats a g-garrr-garen?" I ask and damn these tongue twisters.

"It's garden. Gar-den. Now repeat." An improv lesson is always fun but sometimes makes me feel like an idiot trying to pronounce these words that I should know but unable to speak.

The life struggles of a toddler. I feel your pain.

Once we finished that Yu-neechan hoisted me up onto her hip and out the door. I've never been in a whore house or whatever the term is the least offensive, but it seems legitimately clean. I am extremely glad that it's not a pigsty otherwise I would not have been ashamed to throw a tantrum to never leave my nice clean bubble.

There were a lot of rooms and it's very quiet for what I assumed would be a loud and rowdy business. It also explains why no one came to check on me when I accidently knock things over with my pathetic baby motor skills. But I still think it's highly unusual and the beginning of a horror flick.

Interestingly enough I live up on the top floor. I believe it is, so I don't accidently bump into clients as they enter the establishment and get turned off by a baby wandering around. It's a possibility they might even be running from their family responsibility so having a baby wander around isn't ideal.

We kept walking and I was just looking at the pictures of nude people and asking a lot of uncomfortable questions making Yu-neechan speed up her walking.

It was kind of cute that she has this type of career but is embarrassed explaining things to a toddler what no she isn't preforming an unfortunate dance with an ugly partner.

But there were a lot of drawings of disproportionate women and it makes me cringed. I can't help it I honed my art skills thru blood, sweat, and tears. Not to mention the sleepless nights and temporary starvation to buy more art supplies in order to finish a deadline.

'Fuck can't they see how bad they are? I mean I know of artistic freedom but that's just taking it to the extreme,' I thought in irritation. I let it go as I realize that no one has explored and expanded the area of art, so they are forgiven…'for now.'

The garden was breathtaking, and it looked like it was from a fairy-tale. I stared in awe because in my past because of all the buildings, pollution, and deforestation destroyed nature and there was hardly room for a small piece of paradise.

I waddled around slowly as I'm not at a running stage just yet but thought 'fuck it' I plopped down and began crawling to the pretty flowers. Yu-neechan hurriedly stopped me as I was about to touch one to smell.

"Aha," She nervously laughed. "Neko-chan you shouldn't touch things without permission and you should always ask what a flower is before inhaling otherwise you might die." It was the most serious that she's even been with me, so I nodded.

Once she confirmed I understood she went into her teacher mode again, so I paid attention. A small part of my mind thought, 'Do they really keep poisonous things in the garden and almost let me kill myself?"

And the answer was yes. Yes, they do. Thank god for some "Harry Potter" and fanfic that I understood them to know that a belladonna plant is deadly.

'Who the fuck puts poisonous plants next to the god damn vegetable garden!?' I thought incredulously.

I scooted over a bit more away from the plants and decided to in the future get more books about plants. 'I will not die from accidentally poisoning. It would help if I needed a way to give someone a tummy ache though.'

With that end thought I continued to listen. I had to draw the plants and give my own definition in my own words as well as the effect it has. It was fun but dummying things down was a challenge. I only knew a handful of kanji at this point and curse my lazy ass in the past for not taking Hita up on his offer.

I drew smiley faces on all my plants because if they they're going to fuck you up then they better be happy. I, of course, did not say this to Yu-neechan but the urge was strong.

I'll just be her imouto a little bit longer but when I get older I'm not going to hold my tongue lashing if something displeases me. I already had to curve my sarcastic nature because that would ask questions on who I may have learned that from especially as a two-year-old.

Questions that I don't want to answer, nor do I want to be place in that situation. It's not that bad but I do have to remind myself sometimes to throw a tantrum like right now. It really hurts my throat and give me a headache from the stress induced crying and it's hard to breathe through the snots, gross.

But I mean if I want to go into a pond with my kitty plush then I'm going to do so or cry trying.

Although I can leave the room it's never by myself as I have to be supervised in the gardens. It's fun I just adds to my growing schedule and I do like napping out in the sun where I won't be bothered. Being stuck in a stuffy, ok It's not that stuff, room and it give me a new appreciation to nature.

"AH-AH- ACHOOO!" I sneezed and dribbled a bit of snot. "Ugh….dats naty." I grimaced.

"Yu-neechan came over with a weary smile and gave a slight giggle, "Poor Koneko-chan. Are you coming down with a cold?"

"Wats a cold"

"Well it's when…ah…when you don't feel like yourself. Do you feel more tired than usual or have though sniffing things, or your when you eat things taste dull. Have you experienced any those?" Questioned Yu-neechan.

"Ugh yesh to all tree." I said and sighed. 'Damn this mother fucking bitch. I was doing so well too.'

All my senses are clogged, and my eyes have a light blur to them. I was picked up and carried inside to my room. Once there I was placed in my crib and wrapped in a blanket burrito.

I was shivering mess, and I hadn't even noticed. 'fuck I hope there's medical advancements because I don't want to die again.' I thought miserably.

Yu-neechan came back say something but I wasn't paying attention and was suddenly tired, so I closed my eyes.

That's my first ever cold in this life and it was horrible as it had lasted seven days. They had a doctor do a house visit and gave me vaccine shots and I could tell the doc was irritated with my nee-sans for not getting me my shots sooner. But whatever explanations seem to placate him as he left in a better mood pacified.

'I need to learn how they do that. Is there a class for that because it would have been really useful handling clients with ease and elegances to outrageous and uncreative ideas.' I wondered in awe.

Seriously, you try telling someone that 'no you can't do that unless you want to be sued' or 'I won't copy -said artist's- character so you can make it yours,' and the best one is 'You are unimaginative, and I will not trace or steal another person's hard-earned style and talent.'

The Doc might not be any of those types but it's similar in a way and clients are bitchy about everything so being able calm them down with words and no lashing out to make them piss themselves is an art form I must learn.

But I was blurry eyed and sniffling, so I wasn't able to voice my awe. I'll have to do that when I'm better and more coherent.

I had gotten sick a couple more times into the new seasons only because I haven't been exposed so my body is learning to fit back to prevent more sickness. Which is fine for me, but the shots make me a bit ditzy when the Doc come by. The Doc is a nice man and really respects my nee-sans to the point where they are friendly with each other.

But once in a while they'll proposition him, and he just laughs them off, but I can see that he's flattered by the attention.

I mean he's a cutie. There's no way to accurately describe him besides that. He has fluffy brown wavy hair and I think some red highlights and green twinkling eyes when he laughs. A perky nose and a slight effeminate look to him.

I guess he's older than he looks as he knows everyone around the establishment by name and familiarity and I think he was there for my birth, but I can't be too sure about that.

The Doc as I've referred to him as mainly because that's what everyone else calls him and he hasn't actually told me his name, so I just shrug it off. If he wants to be mysterious then let him.

I was minding my own business while playing with Mittens, yes, I've named my stuffed plush Mittens because I fucking can bitches.

And I overhear nee-sans 3 and 7, because names are hard and confusing around here, so I gave them numbers as I was learning them at the time and they found it adorable. But they were speaking to Doc and one mentioned that he needs to find a man to take care of him or to take care of.

My mind screeched to a halt. You might be thinking 'What's wrong with being gay?' Absolutely nothing but if the time I'm in is right then homosexuality isn't commonly spoken of and considered a forbidden act punishable by death. God the past is fucked up if they think taking it up the ass is wimpy and degrading.

That is a test of strength to allow a stranger to enter and not damage anything. To give the control and trust your partner to handle everything is a beautiful thing.

But I'm being flowery with my words as it's also sexy as fuck.

I can definitely see Doc as a uke at first glance, but he could be a seme and hiding his dominate tendencies well. He could also be a switch and it depends on his mood that day. I won't know unless I ask but again unneeded questions.

I needed to know because I want his ship to sail.

I turn towards the conversation and start interrogating because hello new words to understand and people to fluster.

"Ne ne… Why does Doc need a man?" I asked as I tugged on a sleeve.

They freeze. I think I could spot some anime sweat there but I might be imagining it.

"Well…" Nee-san #3 drawled slowly trying to figure out what to do and shooting SOS glances at the other two.

"Ahem… that's b-because…" Doc floundered because even he was at a lost in what to say.

"Oh, for the love of Kami!" Nee-san #7 said with a huff. 'Kami? What's that a religion during this era that was forgotten in the future?' I wondered.

Nee-san #3 facepalm as she and everyone knew of her blunt and loose personality. Doc blushed as he knew #7 was going to spill the beans of his preference.

"Doc needs a man to fuck him senseless into a mattress and a cock to suck like a lollipop to satisfy his slutty desires." #7 said and cocked her hip to the side and placed a hand on her hip staring right at Doc.

Doc flushed but remained silent for a moment before sputtering as her words registered.

"OOOH." I said and sagely nodded. "So, Doc needs a man to relax because he's stressed out and needs to give his love to others and someone to give him love."

Cue silence.

"Koneko-chan…where did you get the idea that it means love?" #7 looked confused so I just repeated what happened valentine's day.

#7 began guffawing loudly as #3 giggled behind her hand and Doc just wearily smiled at my supposed innocence until my next questions.

"What's fucking? What's a cock? Is it a type of candy? Can I have a cock lollipop too? And what does slutty mean?" I asked in rapid fire with wide eyes making the perfect picture of innocence.

"Ano…shit I've fucked up." #7 said. "#3 fix it before Yu-chan gets wind of this."

#3 panicked and as a result I got a very detailed outline of "fucking" and to "not mention this to Yu-chan here's a lollipop."

I ate the lollipop and tilted my head to the side and said, "Oh so that's what your stories meant during bedtime." A look of understanding appeared on my face and my nee-sans blushed. Doc glared and rounded in on them and began to chastise them on proper reading material for a child.

I mentally cackle as I moved away from the drama. I noticed a very pretty orange butterfly but didn't touch. The urge was strong but I vaguely recalled a past lesson where bright colored things are usually the most dangerous because it's how they attract their prey and blend into their surroundings.

I just watched as it fluttered around and left in the gentle breeze. I felt very content in my life so far. I sat on the grass and curled onto my side and took a nap.

I woke up and it was darker than I when I slept and looked around to try and spot my nee-san who was sleeping on a chair with a book on her ample chest. I rubbed my eyes from the gross eye crust and tried nudging her awake.

She didn't budge and I'm a tiny weak midget. So, I walk to the pond place water into my cupped hands and quickly make it back to toss it onto her.

She woke with a startle yelp and fell off the bench. I squatted and poked her cheek giggling.

"Hey Nee-san I think it's time to go back inside." She nodded with a yawn and scooped me up.

We slowly made out way inside and then this is where I freaked out because this should not be possible, and I could not spot any wires holding this man on the wall as he ran up and darted over the roof at an intense speed.

I gaped and my I tightened my hold on my nee-san. This caught her attention and she looked in the direction of the ninja with a mane of white hair.

"Ah is this your first time seeing a shinobi Neko-chan?" She asked with a light giggle and began to speak about shinobis, the village 'Konohagakure,' and the Hokage.

My mind is whirling trying to process everything. 'Konoha! I'm in motherfucking KONOHA?! AND THAT WAS A SHINOBI BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS!?' Well my mind would panic but I recalled my passive gamer's mind and now I am still panicking but not enough to cause a brain aneurysm.

We made it to my room and I was place down to sleep all while I had this little breakdown. Nee-san patted my head and wished me goodnight.

'Oh. My. Fucking. God.' I made the connection and by putting two and two together I gaped in horror. 'I'm in Naruto.'

Just as I figured out that, no I was not in the past, but in a completely different universe surrounding one "Naruto" I heard it:

'Ping!'

((Le gasp! She's figured it out! Yay.

Thank you guys so much for the reviews and favs it's a confident booster if I can get you to post your thoughts. I've very glad that you are able to follow along I tend to jump into things too quickly and other times I explain too much, It's hard trying to find that right balance for me specifically so if there's a part that doesn't make sense feel free too let me know.

Yes the father was a ninja. No not Jiraya...maybe a distance unknown relative of his(?) not sure tho. In my mind a lot of families were orphaned during the wars and scattered across the village so they don't really know who's related to whom. I really liked that someone had also thought of Jiraya visiting the establishments as she finally makes the connection. I mean it's a given that he's going to be there that perv LOL but it's nice to know we are on the same page.

And to answer your questions about the abortion part...I had written that the mother in the beginning tried getting rid of her baby by stabbing herself in the stomach. It was mentioned briefl but from the PoV of the womb about the pressure from the outside in case you didn't get that.

It's my theory that the chakra was coating the womb to protect the baby as a defense mechanism since it is a ninja village so it subconsciously protected the mother and by extension the baby. If that makes sense.

I've always favored a story where the MC was more thought out and overcoming the normal struggles especially in the beginning where their personality begins to develop than a Mary Sue OP with no common sense and bulldozing their way through the story. But again it is my personal preference.

In response to the not choosing how she appears...She's lazy...and was a bit impatient to start and from personal experience it takes forever and I am not going to even attempt to write all the hair styles, skin color, eye shape, etc. She isn't going to create a Mary Sue character appearance wise and if she had her choice she'd look just like she did in her past life.

Not fond of Mary Sues but she'll be attractive otherwise the harem might be a bust...maybe we'll see))