Title: Clouds Drawn by the Moonlight

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, its characters, or the plot. I only own my OCs.

AN: Hello. This is my first fanfiction and would appreciate constructive criticisms to improve. Another disclaimer I wanted to say is that my main OC's name is pretty common in this fanfiction fandom. I honestly had no idea that it was this common and it was only after I searched her name that I realized. I thought of changing her name because of this but I was too far in and her name really matched her personality. Except for her name, I own everything else. So, please do not accuse me of plagiarism. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

Prologue

What comes after death? Is it reincarnation? Heaven? Ghosts? Or endless void of darkness for eternity? Huh, pretty scary if you say it like that. We never really think about death, only knowing that it is inevitable and sometimes spontaneous.

I never believed in reincarnation. Coming from a Christian family, my faith offered a belief where our spirits will either go to heaven or hell. However, after entering highschool and some time had passed, my faith began to waver. I began to believe that after death, there was nothing and that was the end.

But boy was I wrong.

I guess this is the part where I introduce myself. Hi, my name is Hitomi Hyuuga. Well, my new name that is. I was born on December 27th as the daughter of Hiashi Hyuuga, older twin sister of Hinata and let's just say I'm not supposed to fucking exist in this universe. This universe, being the Naruto universe. How did this happen you may ask? I had reincarnated.

For now, I'd like to think that somehow my soul slipped through the cracks of the afterlife and somehow remembered her past life. I thought by watching those reincarnation movies that the bad guys would reincarnate to roaches or rocks while the good guys were rewarded by reincarnating to a wealthy lifestyle. I don't know if my reincarnation was a step up or down from the 'social ladder,' but I'll take what I can get.

Anyways, it was just like any other day. I was a college student, broke and barely going through life while studying my ass off for a bachelor's degree in chemistry so that I could become a Pharmacist or whatever. Yeah, chemistry. I was just drifting honestly. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life and wasn't sure if I wanted to pursue a degree anymore. And like millions of other suffering college students, I relieved my stress through anime. As I say, watch the pain away.

From the thousands of anime shows, I was mostly drawn to the shonen genre, such as My Hero Academia, One Piece, Naruto, etc. If I wasn't so busy with college, I would spend every moment of my time watching. I'm one of those people who will wait for a series to progress and binge watch it all in a few days or so. As both My Hero Academia and One Piece were still on going, I turned my attention to Naruto. I liked it and that was that. I had no particular obsession with the series and it was not my absolute favorite. But when the show was over, I had that weird empty feeling that I got after finishing something. Like that what-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-do now-feeling. Ya know?

I was also interested in reincarnation, transmigration, or isekai fanfictions of said anime that I watched, where the main character reincarnates into a story they have been reading and changes the entire plot. I still remember the first transmigration fanfiction I read that triggered my insatiable desire to read similar ones. I became fascinated by the notion of a person reincarnating and changing the original flow of the plot.

Maybe that's why I was reincarnated. The gods or whatever supernatural being above must've heard my silent prayers. But why Naruto… a world full of highly trained child soldiers, assassins, and deranged killers. I honestly don't think I'll survive long, even as a civilian.

But like I said before, I was a normal college student, pursuing a normal career and therefore living a normal life. I was returning to my dormitory from a late class one night, feeling more fatigued than usual. I again skipped dinner and went straight to bed realizing I have an internship tomorrow at a hospital that I was volunteering. Groaning, I forced myself up to properly hygiene and popped some Advil to relieve my incoming migraine and throbbing leg pain. I've been pulling all-nighters to stay on top of my classes, then wake up early for an internship at the hospital.

The last thing I remember was staring at my cracked white ceiling and my eyes finally gave out for what was the final time.

I woke up to a distant, high-pitch crying and to a blur like environment. At this point, panic started to kick in. What was happening? Am I still suffering from that migraine? Am I going blind? The thoughts terrified me until I realized that the distant cry belonged to me. I was the one crying. Immediately after I noticed, the crying abruptly stopped and I felt myself gasping for air. I tried to touch my neck to figure out what was happening to me, but I couldn't. To be more precise, my right arm won't move. My brain will tell the arm to move, but it won't budge. Did I also lose my motor skills?

Finally, out of frustration, 'I' began to cry again. Without even noticing actually. It came out so naturally and it was not the right reaction I wanted to convey. I wanted to voice my frustration with words like a normal functioning adult. Like my right arm, I thought about the process in my mind but the words were just stuck in my throat. So, I began to cry harder. I felt my face flush red and my throat started to burn from crying so hard, until I heard a muffled wail beside me.

Soon, the wails became a full-blown cry and if I wasn't already scared before, I was petrified. Imagine a thunderous, pulsating sound that continuously rippled throughout your body and it felt like that the entire time. I tried squirming my body away from the imminent danger but I lacked the control to somehow move away from whatever the thing was.

Oh, and if that wasn't enough, I saw a giant outline hovering over me, that looked sorta like a titan. So, this is how Eren felt. Being a baby was fucking terrifying. No wonder they cry so much.

I suddenly felt an empty space behind my back and felt something cradling my body, lifting me from my previous position.

"Hush now my baby, I'm here." The voice was slightly muffled like the wail I heard before, but this was comforting. "You almost woke up your sister, Mimi." The voice cooed.

Wait… baby? What the fuck. Okay this is turning into something beyond my control but that explained a lot. When babies are born, they are essentially born blind. I mean of course they could see high contrast patterns such as the light, dark, some shapes and edges. Other than that, it's a blur. That explains why I can't actually see well right now. My hearing was poor as well, evident from the slightly muffled voices around me. Me being a baby also explained my atrocious motor skills and my struggle for basic movement. It was bizarre how with my adult mind, I responded with such primitive actions.

And about the crying. The patience of my 'mother' and 'father' would be at a saint's level at this point of my life. I felt bad crying so much but hey, what else was I going to do? I was a baby‐ again.

Around the seventh month, my eyes fully developed and my vocal cords formed so I could babble my heart away. Just kidding. When I first heard my 'mother' and 'father' speak, I was confused and somewhat reluctant to talk. They spoke Japanese. I remember studying Japanese in college to satisfy the fine arts requirement for graduation but that was about it. Thankfully, I gradually grew accustomed to it and now it's becoming my mother language, completely replacing the old one.

Speaking of my parents, it was weird calling them that. In my adult mind, they clashed with the memories of my old parents and it was sometimes hard to accept them as my new ones. Wow, what a thing to say; replacing parents. But in the end, they were the ones that raised me, fed me, and gave me constant love and affection. So, I suppose mother and father it is.

The months began to slowly trickle by and if you think I somehow miraculously accepted everything as it was, you are wrong. I was in complete denial with myself. At first, I waved off the oh so familiar names of my family members as mere coincidences and such but the evidence was mounting. The white, pupil-less eyes my family displayed, the iconic green flak jackets that I saw in the streets of Konohagakure(Jesus christ, even the village's name was an obvious indicator that I subconsciously ignored) when mother decided to take me shopping with her, and the glare of the headbands worn by the ninja shattered my last remnants of denial.

I was in the Naruto universe.