This is my first foray into the Narutoverse. Please be kind.

A/N: Naruto does not belong to me. This story is the product of having an over active imagination.

I opened my eyes. And then immediately narrowed them. What the fuck, I thought with utmost incredulity, this is not my room. There is pink everywhere. The hell?

Cautiously I got up, (here, I noted that I had been lying on an exceedingly comfortable bed) and went to stand. For a horrifyingly long second, I fought to regain balance as the height I had expected was nowhere to be found. Standing still, my heart in my mouth, pulse pounding in my ears, I looked down and tried to comprehend what my eyes were viewing. I was wearing a nightdress. I reiterate, I was wearing a pink, frilly nightdress adorned with what appeared to be rabbits. A little girl's dress. As I examined by bony arms, astonished by their pale color, my feet carried me through a half-opened door, which I had absently noticed led to what appeared to be an en-suite. I looked up as I came to a stop in front of a mirror and stared.

Of all the things I had expected, this was definitely not one of them.

A pink-haired adolescent stared back at me with widened emerald eyes. A rather familiar adolescent out of an anime I had watched when I had been bored. An anime which I now regretted ever liking. Because I was staring at my reflection, which closely resembled the female lead of the Naruto anime, who had been one of my most disliked characters, (though my rage was mostly directed at Kishimoto, who did not know how to create badass female characters, despite it being a ninja world) the one and only, Haruno Sakura.

I was screwed six ways to Sunday.

Fuck.

Yes, indeed, we are.

I froze. There was a voice in my head. One which was not mine. Wasn't hearing voices in your head one of the first signs of insanity?

Oh, don't be rude. You are not insane.

The voice echoed again in my mind. I was trying hard not to hyperventilate, but that was not going so well. I was having trouble breathing, and my vision was clouded. I desperately tried to catch my breath, bent almost in half, as I clutched at the sink.

Breathe in. breathe out. In. out. Come on, you can do it. Focus on me and my voice. In. out. That's it. In. out. Slowly.

I don't know how, but I managed to calm down. Ironically, it was the voice in my head that saved me. I slid onto that floor, panting as I recovered from my panic attack. Now that I was thinking more calmly, I remembered that Canon-Sakura had a split personality which she had referred to as Inner Sakura. Feeling a bit foolish, I tentatively thought, Inner?

Well, took you long enough, Outer.

God, I'm screwed, aren't I?

Oh, don't be melodramatic. It is not the end of the world. Come into your mindscape. I wish to converse with you face-to-face.

And just how will I do that, O voice in my head? I thought sarcastically.

Humph. Just close your eyes and meditate. I will do the rest of the work.

Feeling like a complete idiot, I did as the voice in my head instructed. (Psychologists would have had a field day with this.) As I meditated, (on my bed, mind you), the surrounding world slowly became muted and fell away. I felt a mental pull, and followed it reluctantly.

Open your eyes.

I did. And stared.

My mindscape was a mess. It had taken the form of a library. A bit cliché in my opinion, but rather suitable for me. It had high, vaulted windows with sunlight streaming in, a fact which threw me off for a second before I remembered, imagination. The bookshelves were not floor-to-ceiling ones, but low-lying ones which could be used as desks as well. A few comfy armchairs were scattered and there was only one door leading out.

Most of the bookshelves were filled, which I assumed was a good sign, but a fair few books and what looked like scrolls were still scattered across the room. Near the back of the room, by one of those huge windows, was an arrangement of two armchairs and a table. I could see a silhouette seated in one of those, with its profile to me, and thus, made a beeline towards it.

As I came up to the silhouette, I couldn't help but stare at it. The figure was female, in her twenties, with sharp features. Dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, she had her black hair in a pixie cut, with one side shaved, and her black eyes watched me approach, something like amusement flashing through them.

Befuddled, I sat on the opposite chair and continued staring silently. Why, you ask? Because the person in front of me was the splitting image of me in my previous life (assuming I had died, and that this was not me hallucinating or it being a weird dream courtesy of a coma).

She smirked. "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

I mentally shook myself and said in a shocked tone, "What the absolute fuck is going on?"

"Well... we have had the dubious honor of reincarnating with our memories intact into a world of ninjas. Yay us!"

I scowled at her reflexively, "Dial the sarcasm down, would you. Be serious."

"Oh, I am completely serious, darling," my counterpart drawled.

I now know why people often had exasperated faces around me in my previous life. Wait.

"Why am I not freaking out more than I am about this whole fucked up situation," I demanded of her.

"Well, sweetheart, even if it feels like you have been isekai'd just now, that is not true. Souls can't be willy-nilly shoved into random bodies at varied ages. A transmigration happens only at birth. This soul had always been supposed to be Sakura's. It just retains the memories of its previous life instead of being wiped clean into a blank slate."

"Very interesting but I don't understand where my lack of panic comes from."

"If you just had a little bit more patience, you brat, you would have known it. Stop interrupting your elders," She gave me an exasperated look, "as I was saying, our soul has always been here, but since this time it contains the memories of our previous life, it took some time for you to awaken due to a couple of reasons. Firstly, your brain had to develop enough for it to be able to handle an adult psyche. Secondly, you have to remember that this word has chakra as a quantifiable factor. Chakra at its base has two parts, Yin and Yang. Yin being mental and spiritual energy, while Yang is physical energy. So, you had an abundance of Yin chakra from the start, while your Yang was negligible. And therefore, we had to wait until your yang chakra levels caught up. And therefore, subconsciously, you already know and have accepted the circumstances."

I sank into the chair as I tried to comprehend everything my counterpart had dumped onto me. Which weirdly made a lot of sense than the theory of being isekai'd suddenly.

My counterpart (I really needed to find a way to address her with something more palatable than my counterpart) lounged on the armchair with a feline grace which I was uncharacteristically envious of.

I eyed her somewhat suspiciously as a thought struck me.

"You are basically me, right?"

"Yes, just mirrored."

"Then since we are the same person and all, how do you know so much about our bizarre situation?" I sat up straight in my chair as I accused her.

A brow went up sardonically.

"Firstly, unlike you, this manifestation," she indicates her body with a wave of her hand, "has always been present in this body's psyche as it seems to be something native to this body's psyche. I was just unable to establish a connection to the outer consciousness. I do have access to the memories so am well informed. In time so will you, the connection seems to be distorted for the time being."

She held up two fingers and said, "And secondly, do you think you having memories of a past life is, what, a glitch in the matrix? No. reincarnation and the transmigration of souls is the strict dominion of the divine, and in this case, the Shinigami. This plane, while not present in the physical world, is still a type of dimension which is accessible by certain parties. Therefore, I was not as alone as I might have been. The God of Death is a surprisingly verbose conversation partner."

Between one moment and another, there was a third chair and a tea set on the table. I could not stop staring at the being sitting opposite us. Clad in elaborate white robes, they had long white hair and pearly white eyes. No irises or pupils, just a flat white expanse.

Very disconcerting.

However, I hastily stood up and bowed to them, my ingrained manners raising their heads.

They held up a hand and I sat down, still a bit flustered.

"Peace, young one. I am pleased that you have not suffered any adverse effects to being in this world. I apologize for any discomfort you have suffered due to these circumstances. However, your presence in this world is needed. It is of the greatest importance. Let us partake of some calming tea first, though, to fortify your mind against the revelations which are to come."

At that, my counterpart (I decided to call her Maya, as it meant illusionary magic in my previous mother tongue. It seemed fitting for a conscious piece of my psyche) began to pour the prepared tea into three cups and served them.

I took a deep breath and was pleasantly surprised by the sweet smell of chamomile.

Waiting until I had taken a few sips, the god in front of me started talking, "As I am to understand, you are already aware of the background of this world, yes? Then you know what might happen after the next six-seven years? The plans of Zetsu?"

I nodded slowly and answered, "The being known as Zetsu plans on reforming the Juubi and resurrecting Ootsutsuki Kaguya, the Rabbit Goddess."

"Precisely. As you might know, the Rabbit goddess ascended when she ate the fruit of the God Tree. Before I became the Shinigami of this world, I was known as Ootsutsuki Hamura, and my brother was Ootsutsuki Hagoromo, the sons of Kaguya. With both of our efforts, we imprisoned our mother in the moon and separated the Juubi into nine separate Bijuu. In our mortal life, we were demigods. However, after we died, we ascended to the divine. Hagoromo became the Sage of the Six Paths and I became the Shinigami. Being divine, we exist outside of the time-space continuum. We have seen this story play out many times and we know how it ends. My brother is content with the results as the transmigration of his sons' souls has proven to reseal Kaguya time and again. However, I am not so, as being the god of death I know that the reformation of the Juubi is the start of the death of this world. Therefore, this time around I decided to meddle as my brother is wont to do."

"Meddle how? By making me be reborn with my memories into a pink-haired supporting character?" I asked a bit grumpily. The information was, surprisingly, not that shocking to me.

The Shinigami thankfully found my irreverence amusing and lightly chuckled. "Not exactly. You are my second try at meddling however. The first one unfortunately was a bit too early to do anything against the plans of Zetsu."

"What happened to them?" I asked, interested. Maya looked supremely entertained however. I had a feeling it was due to my reactions, and I could not blame her.

"She perished at the start of the Second Shinobi War, during the fall of Uzushio. She died protecting her home. However, she knew she might die before she could stop Zetsu. She, like you, had plenty of information about this world, and as I had already informed her of another transmigration, namely you, she made sure it would be a much better world for you. Incidentally, you are of her blood. She was the elder sister of your paternal grandmother."

I was shocked, to say the least. I mourned for someone I had never met. Maya smiled at me sympathetically and laid a hand on mine, squeezing it.

"You said she made sure of a better world. How did she do that?"

"She killed a man."

I was almost afraid to ask.

"Who?"

"Shimura Danzou."

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