Hello all, Elusith here.

Have been running around for a long long time and decided that I wanna try my hand at writing again. Picked up a few fics that I thought was really good, mostly OC-SI fics and they had inspired me quite abit. So I just want to try my hand at writing a coherent story again. Had this idea popped up in my head and just decided that I wanna give it a shot, so here we go, a Naruto OC/SI fic. I hope that my writing skill had stayed a little less rusty.

I do not own Naruto, only this story and its OCs. New OCs may be added as the fic progresses.

Her name is Yuuyake. She had no last name, though that was normal for people where she first came from.

Thing was, she wasn't always 'Yuuyake', before she was 'Yuuyake', she was 'someone else'. Nit like a spy, but something like a reincarnation?

She couldn't really remember, then again, she was just a child. Things like reincarnation did not actually gift people with intelligence from the very start, as there was no way that a child would be able to comprehend the thoughts of a complex mind. Especially when the logic and cognitive functions of a child had yet to fully develop.

But she could remember things.

Her first significant memory as a child was one of happiness and fulfilment, she had a mother and an elder brother. No doubt she had caused plenty of trouble for them as soon as she could crawl. It was a peaceful and happy memory for her.

In stark contrast, her second piece of memory was much more colourful, louder and warmer. She heard people screaming and things falling and breaking.

It sounded funny for some reason, so she giggled.

Then a face loomed over her. She was one (maybe two?) at the time, and she had no way of telling friend or foe. But when she saw that swirly pattern with a pointy end on the metal plate the man wore on his forehead, somehow her kind associated with the word 'good'.

She didn't really know why, so she continued giggling.

The face softened, then the man suddenly straightened and turned around. She saw something black and shiny emerge from his back, coated in red liquid and spraying her with quite a bit of it.

She would be a little irked out years after when she remembered that she did this, but as a child? It was a policy to put anything within reach into her mouth. It had caused her mother no end of a headache, but she did it anyway.

So she raised her hand coated in that red stuff and stuffed it into her mouth. It tasted salty, with a bit of something else. It kind of reminded her of the soup her mother would make for her.

Soup was nice. That means this was nice. She giggled her approval.

Another face looked over her. She noticed that this time, the picture on the metal plate was different. Then she noticed that his face was different. No, not just different, funnier.

It looked so blocky. Like the stone bricks her brother would use to distract her.

It was funny.

The man smiled when she laughed and reached down with a meaty hand to scoop her up. She was a little alarmed when that happened, but then the man pressed her to his chest. Kind of like how mother did. That means he was safe, right.

Safe and warm, she noted. Then she realised how tired that made her. Well, nothing that she could do about it. When naptime comes, no matter how much she fought it, she always lost.

Might as well go with the flow and sleep.

No one one ever fights the Nap Monster.

Her next memory was of light and warmth. And voices, lots of them. When she opened her eyes, she saw a brown ceiling that she had never seen before, and oil lamps hanging from a light grey wall.

This was the room in which she would spend quite a few months in. It wasn't exactly spacious, and there was no padding on the floor when she crawled around. Not to mention how noisy it was.

Yuuyake, the name was given to her by the matron of this place, scowled in annoyance at the cries of the other babies. She never cried herself, and could not fathom why mother always seemed so sad when she never cried, even when she stubbed her toe or bonked her head against something.

She did tear up though, that might have been why.

Moteki, a blonde middle-aged woman taking care of her, liked her though. She was really well-behaved, and Moteki gave her plenty of milk and the occasional candy whenever she came around. Candy was nice. And Moteki seemed to be so happy wherever Yuuyake giggled whenever she saw her. Pity she couldn't really understand what Moteki was saying though.

She did wonder why she never saw mother or brother again whenever she was alone.

It felt like forever, but one day, something just clicked in her. An instinct to not crawl, but walk on two legs. Yuuyake immediately tried to stand, but fell back down on her bottom. That hurt. She sniffled a bit, but tried again.

And again.

And again.

Then Moteki came, placed her on a chair and fed her some sort of broth, before putting her to bed. Yuuyake was a little cross that she was interrupted in the middle of something important, but decided against throwing a tantrum. Something told her that it was childish.

So she slept, and continued the next day. And the day after. She did not know how long it took, but one day, she finally got it right and was waddling about just nicely. Yuuyake knew that this was a far cry from how she was to do it (she didn't really get how she knew it) but it felt much better than crawling on the floor.

Moteki squealed with delight when she saw Yuuyake waddling about on two legs though, and was quick to bring her out for a brisk walk. It was her first time out of the room, and Yuuyake watched everything with fascination. Then they left a door and Yuuyake saw a sea of grey before her.

Great buildings rose into the sky, carved from the grey stone of the mountainside around them.

It was breathtaking. Yuuyake looked about in wonder. Well, as much wonder as she could. She was getting tired, sort of.

A slight 'thud' behind them made Yuuyake look back. It was a boy, red hair, looks to be in his teens? He chattered happily with Moteki, speaking in that language that sounded so foreign yet so familiar to her ears. But as she couldn't really tell what they were saying, she soon became disinterested and looked away, glancing at the city behind her. Now that she looked at it, it felt somewhat familiar. Where had she seen this before?

Her pondering soon came to an end, however, when she was suddenly lifted off the ground by her excitable matron. Letting out a yelp of surprise and protest at the sudden action, she soon found herself face to face with the boy, who gave her a toothy smile as he looked at her.

He had beautiful green eyes, she noted. Then she saw something else that was much, much more interesting. She reached out with a scrawny hand and touched the metal plate on the boy's forehead. The boy stayed dutifully in place to let her do it, but his grin only got bigger as he talked to Moteki excitedly. What about? Yuuyake did not know.

Besides, she was much more interested in the emblem engraved into the metal plate at the moment.

Iwa. She recalled faintly.

Somehow, she had a sinking feeling of dread when she remembered that.

Yeah, I hope that I got a proper hand at writing left in me. Still pining for improvements though. Regardless, little Yuuyake is going to be more than a little unhinged when things really get going. I just hope that I can get that part of her down when I begin moving forward with the fic. Furthermore, I know that this is a little early into the fic, but I hope that i'd be able to get some pointers as to writing, being a returning fic writer and all, so reviews and feedback will be deeply appreciated!

Nonetheless, I thank you for reading and I hope that I will be able to continue this for a long, long time now.

Regards,
Elusith