Hi guys. So I am a terrible author. Why? Cause I haven't updated this story that you all like so much. I took two online classes this summer that required pretty much of all of my attention when I wasn't working. But when I had spare time I was brain storming this chapter. Hope you all like this chapter! I really had to stop and think this chapter over.

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So here are the current poll for Naegi's future hubby/lover

Minato:147

Shikaku:137

Hizashi:68

Jiraiya: 58

Minato is in the lead! Now I have read concerns about Kushina. Don't worry people, Kushina will be playing a nice big part in the story and its sequel. I have it all planned out if Minato wins the poll. And if not, then we have all have nothing to worry about :)

In this chapter, we find out a little more about what Taka knows about Naegi. Hehehehehehehe :)

I DO NOT own Naruto. I DO own my OCS.

I ignored the loud laughter of my classmates as we left school, my head pounding from thinking too much. Mostly about how things were going at the moment. Taka had told me to meet him at Training Ground Number 38 after school, and to come alone.

Very spy movie like, no?

I passed by stores, ignoring the civilians and shinobi that walked past me, absent-mindedly in their own little worlds. How I envy them.

Tightening my grip on my backpack straps, I stared straight ahead while trying to ignore the painful throb in my belly. Taka knew who I really was; he knew that I wasn't supposed to exist. But how? How did he know? Stopping, I turned to stare at the Hokage Monument. The three giants faces of the Hokages stared over the village, their fierce gaze fixed upon something in the far distance. Could my being here completely change the whole plot itself? Maybe that's what Taka wants to talk about. Or he wants to kill me and throw my little dead body into the deepest pit he could find.

The training ground Taka wanted to meet at was close to being on the outskirts of the village, far enough from any Clan territory. And from any nosy shinobi that was too curious for their own good. Pushing through some shrubbery with a grunt, I stumbled into a small field with large boulders scattered around.

"Wow…" I murmured, eyes wide as I slowly approached a massive boulder that was spilt clean down the middle. "Hate to piss off who ever did that."

"Tsunade is really someone you don't want to piss off. She did that when she was fifteen."

"GAH!" I shrieked, jumping up and whipping around to see the armored form of Taka, the hawk mask glaring down at me. "Holy shit, would it kill you to make noise?!"

"I'm in ANBU. I'm not allowed to make noise." Taka said coolly. "And language."

Scowling up at him, I put my hands on my hips. "Whatever. I'm here. What do you want?"

Taka glanced around the grounds carefully before grabbing hold my backpack, easily lifting me clean off the ground. With a squeal, I flailed my limbs madly. "Put me down you overgrown canary!"

He gave me a little shake. "Hush."

I shuddered at the sudden feel of charka surrounding us as Taka used the Body Flicker Technique, the training ground disappearing from my sight. Instead, we appeared in what looked like an….apartment?

As Taka gently lowered me down onto my feet, I scanned the room curiously. On one side was an old green couch and a small stand with a little lamp. A wide little table sat in front of the couch, a few papers scattered across the wooden surface. Tilting my head, I spotted a small futon folded up in the corner next to the couch. On the other side was a little kitchen, complete with a sink, fridge, oven and cabinets. A decent sized closet was pressed against the wall, a decent sized mirror attached to one of the doors. A small window was the only current source of light in the apartment, casting shadows across the tan walls. No pictures, no personal items, not even a dust bunny.

"Its very…" I trailed off, trying to come up with something not insulting. "Homely?"

Taka snorted, unbuckling his protective vest and tossing it onto his couch. "Gee, thanks."

"You're welcome," I said, turning around to stare up at Taka. "So starting mister. What did you want to talk about?"

The hawk mask tilted slightly to the left, the bottomless black holes for eyes studied me thoughtfully. "Well, first off, I suppose I should introduce myself to you properly."

My eyes widened as he reached up and slowly unbuckled the mask attached to his face. Weren't ANBU forbidden from taking off their mask? I stared at Taka as he lower his mask, a pair of sharp grey eyes stared down at me. I gaped up at him with unbridled shock as he nonchalantly combed his fingers through dark brown hair.

"KAZUO-SENSEI?!"

He grimaced at my shout. "No need to shout, kid."

I pointed at him with in shock. "You-? How-? WHAT?"

The tall man quirked an eyebrow down at me, tossing his mask onto the table. "Its not that surprising. Your father asked me to keep an eye on you."

"I don't think being my shadow and my teacher at the same time is what he meant."

He waved my dry comment away, already bored with my bewilderment. "Anyways, we need to get back on subject."

I quirked an eyebrow up at him. "And that is?"

Kazuo walked over to his kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out two cans of green tea. Tossing a can at me, he plopped down on the couch with a sigh, cracking open his can and taking a long drink. "You being reincarnated into this world."

I froze, tightening my grip on the can. "How do you know about that?"

Kazuo looked at me from over the rim. "Because I'm just like you."

Looking down, I studied the brand of the tea, focusing on the sweat. "So…you died?"

He nodded.

"How?" I asked softly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Kazuo sighed heavily, as if he carried a heavy weight on his shoulders. "Can't remember."

I looked up sharply. "You can't remember?"

The ANBU looked up at me. "That's the price kid," he explain, waving his gloved hand around. "To live here, you lose your memories of your past life."

I gaped at him. "You're kidding."

Kazuo frowned at me, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'm not joking kid. Here, I have proof." Pulling out a small scroll from out of nowhere, Kazuo spread it out onto the table. I peered over the scroll curiously, studying the kanji on the paper. So this was funinjutsu. There was a small poof of smoke, and a small tattered black book sat in the center of the scroll. Picking it up, Kazuo stared at the small book before handing it to me. Put my can of tea down, I took the book from him hesitantly. Opening the cover, I nearly dropped the book when I saw the text wasn't written in kanji but in English.

My name is Alexander Williams. I am 35 years old. I died from a hang-gliding accident and somehow ended in a cartoon world my son use to watch. I was born in Ravenport, Kentucky to James and Alexis Williams. I was married to a woman named Sarah Conner but we divorced after my son Nick turned 5. I was a writer for a sports magazine . I had two dogs, Sammy and Fiona. I lived in a nice apartment in New York. My favorite foods are ribs and fries. My favorite color is orange.

After I died, I landed in a dark place. Then I heard a voice, telling me I would be happy in this new place. And then, I was born. I was born to a shinobi and civilian couple by the names of Akio and his wife Noriko. I knew this place, I knew this words, and I knew the people. I had been born during the First Shinobi War, when Tobirama Senju was Hokage. I attended ninja school with the Sanin, Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru. I did not know a lot of stuff, but I knew what was important.

And then I meet him. His name was Kise and he was like me. He told that he had died in a past life was brought here. He had died of old age so there was no tragic background story. Kise told me that like him, I would begin to lose my memories of my past life. It was the price of a new life. So he told me to write it all down, so when I did forget, I could look back and try to help.

And that was it. I stared at the pages silently. I could feel Kazuo watching me with careful eyes.

"So…you can't remember anything?" I asked softly, my eyes not leaving the book.

"I remember a few things," Kazuo admitted. "One, being that the Third Hokage only had two children, Asuma and an unknown child. And seeing how old you are, there is a slim chance that you are the mother of the grandkid. Ko-something."

"Konohamaru." I corrected.

He ignored me. "Anyways, I remember that I was reborn. But what sucks, is that book?" He said, gesturing to the object in my hands. "I can't even read it any more."

My eyebrows rose in surprise. "What?"

"All those words are gibberish to me, kid. Can't understand it at all. Check the next few pages."

Doing what he said, my eyes widened even further at the kanji that was messily scrawled across the paper.

I'm forgetting. I can't read half the words I had written about my past. Kise never said that would happen. But I need to remember. I have to remember…for their sake.

Under the frantic words was a much shorter version of his past life in kanji.

"' Their' ?" I questioned, looking up at my sensei with a puzzled look.

"The Reborns. Or in other words, you. We are called The Reborn. For every one Reborn there is a younger and newer Reborn, and it is the older Reborn's job to teach them about the Reborns."

Making a face, I set the book down on the table. "Ok…"

"So got any questions?"

I opened the can of green tea and took a sip. Swallowing, I looked up at Kazuo sensei and said, "Yeah. I have a few questions. WHAT. THE. FUCK?"

He snorted. "Not what I meant, kid."

"What's my purpose here? Why me? Why couldn't I've just past over? Why am I the Hokage's kid? Why-"

He held up his gloved hands. "Jeez, one at a time!"

I pouted at my teacher but fell silent. The older man leaned back his seat, watching me thoughtfully. "The Reborn's purpose is basically to observe. We sit back and let everything go as it happens. At least that's what the first bunch did. Now that we're getting towards the real plot line, there's going to be a little more 'doing' than 'watching'."

"Why couldn't the Reborns before us do anything? And how far back are we talking here?" I questioned.

"The first Reborn was the husband of Kaguya Otustsuki and the father of Hamura and Hagoromo Otsutsuki, the latter being the Sage of the Six Paths."

I spat out the mouthful of green tea I had taken before Kazuo spoke, ignore the sly smirk he had on his face. "You did that on purpose!" I accused, glaring at my bemused teacher.

He rolled his eyes. "Moving on. His name was Ryuumaru but he died after a few years after Kaguya gave birth to their sons. Before he kicked the bucket, there was another reborn named Emiko who was married to Asura, Hagoromo's youngest son. After her was one of Indra's sons but because of the rivalry between the brothers, she couldn't help the new Reborn. Fast forward a few decades and a couple of more Reborns and we hit Hashirama and Madara time. The Reborn at the time was one of Madara's older brothers who actually tried to form peace between the Senju and Uchiha Clans but he died on the battlefield. He taught Madara's wife-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wife?! Since when was Madara married?!" I demanded. "There was nothing in the manga or anime about that!"

Kazuo scowled at me. "Hey, I'm telling the story. Shut up, drink your tea and listen. Now, Madara was temporarily married to a Reborn named Hoshi. She helped encourage Madara to accept Hashirama's peace offering but she died from childbirth."

'Why does everyone die in childbirth in this anime?" I grumbled.

"Cause that's how this universe works, kid. Now, SHUSH." Kazuo snapped, reaching out to jab me in the forehead. Look who's accepting in their inner Itachi.

Flinching at the painful jab, I sent the man a glare but kept silent.

"She taught the new Reborn who was one of Hashirama's sons, or as I know him, Kise Senju, my teacher."

I gaped at him. "The Reborn before you was Hashirama's son? Nawaki's uncle?"

He nodded. "That's the one. So now that I'm the older Reborn, its my job to tell you all this."

"But wait," I interrupted. "How do you know who's the Reborn? I mean, do you get some mystical dream telling you who it is?"

Kazuo rolled his eyes. He seems to do this a lot. "Kinda. Kid, every single person is related to someone important in the storyline. Madara's wife was never mentioned before so it was clear she was the Reborn. Kise was the older son of Hashirama who never had children. And then there's you, the daughter of Hiruzen Sarutobi. Noted people who shouldn't exist in the main story line."

"What about you?" I prodded, curious.

He puffed out his chest a little, a smug look on his face. "My mother was Mito's niece, Kushina Uzumaki's aunt."

"You're related to Kushina Uzumaki?" I stated in disbelief.

"Yup, we're cousins. My mother moved here after the village was formed and met my father years later."

"But that doesn't explain how you know. I mean, I know you can tell who could be the Reborn but are you 100% sure?" I asked, taking a drink of tea.

Kazuo looked over at the window before standing, tossing his empty can into a bin before grabbing his vest and slipped it on. "I'll explain it to you later kid. Now, its late and I have to take you back to your mother."

"But-" I protested.

'Later." He ordered. "Now, come on."

Huffing, I put my can down and grabbed my bag before walking over to Kazuo who was slipping on his ANBU mask. Standing next to him, I felt him place a hand on my shoulder and shuddered at the feel of his charka gathering to body flicker. There was a flash and we now stood in front of my house, the lights off.

"Looks like I'm dining alone tonight." I said with a grumble. Turning around, I spoke, "Hey Kazuo Sensei, want to-"

He was gone.

"-have dinner?" I trailed off.

Rolling his eyes at my bodyguard's disappearance, I walked to the house and unlocked the front door. Opening the door, I stared at the empty dark hallway. Was the hallway always so dark and long? Swallowing, I closed the door behind me.

"I'm home…"

I stretched out on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking over what Kazuo Sensei had said.

"I'm going to forget, huh?"

My family. My friends. My life. Gone. And the plot line. What was going to happen to the plot line? Kazuo Sensei had said that it was now the time to act and not observe. But the timeline could cause a problem. To my knowledge, there's no specific time when certain events happen like when Sakumo commits seppuku. The Nine-Tails Attack on the Village is easy to remember thanks to Naruto being born.

I sighed in frustration. Great.

Chewing my bottom lip, I glanced over at my desk before sitting up. Swinging my legs off the bed, I hopped off to walk over to my desk. Pulling a draw open, I pulled out a small purple book and opened the cover. Sitting down, I grabbed a pen and began to write.

My name is Clarissa Reese. I am 23 years old….

Ta~!

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