The Oc's Interference Saga - Naruverse Remake Book 1

by Hatake Keiko

It was no surprise that I died young, in fact it was to be expected considering my sedentary lifestyle and unhealthy habits. The surprise was that I have no idea how I died. Some may consider this as luck, but I would really like to know how I kicked the bucket. But as they say it is better not to cry over spilled milk. Especially considering that I was reborn in the Naruverse.

1. Chapter 1

I had a rude awakening, there was someone crying and the sound of altered voices. What the hell is happening? Where am I? A woman was talking softly to me, suddenly I was caught by big and rough hands. There was no more warmth and comfort, so I did what anyone would do, I started screaming except that ... I wasn't exactly screaming ... it was more like crying. Baby cry?

I opened my eyes, but all I saw was blurs of color and light, yet I'm pretty sure the person holding me so roughly was a man. Throughout this ordeal I realized that: A) I was a damn newborn; B) The man who was possibly my father was giving me to a person/black and white blur and C) My pseudo-mother had shut up and the sound of crying became louder.

Smoother, gentler arms and hands caught me, there was warmth again and most importantly safety. The man was talking to the person holding me. I tried to hear what the hell was going on despite the sound of crying. After all, why was the man giving me to this person? Why "mother" is doing nothing? And why did these people cry so much?

"Her name will be Keiko" said the man in a rough and calm tone, I felt the roughest kiss being planted on my forehead. My chubby little hands reached out trying to grab the man's / father's beard. His face did something strange, a cross between a melancholy smile and a grimace, the man extended a finger that I readily grabbed. In the background the sound of crying was softer, probably whoever is crying was almost without tears and / or voice.

"Sorry child, but without her I can't take care of you."

What? So "father" was really giving me to the person carrying me, I squeezed his finger and tried to make a sound that wasn't something like a whimper. Unfortunately all that came out was a strangled and indistinct sound that every baby makes, "father" remove his finger from my grasp and left. He just turned and walked away! What the fuck!?

I held back the urge to cry and looked at the person holding me, was she ... a she? Anyway, there was a black and white figure, hair maybe? Or a nun? Whoever is, it was walking slowly toward the exit, I decided this was a good time to sleep and pretend none of this was real.

Luckily I didn't have the womb experience, it would have been more traumatic than the end of Game of thrones.