Chapter 1

A/N:I do not own Naruto

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Summary: Being a teacher is stressful, being reborn as a certain tanned Ninja teacher? Why did I choose this job again? SI insert fem Iruka sensei

Chapter 1: decisions, decisions.

Fate pulls you in all different kinds of directions

-Clint Eastwood

I'm doomed. I thought instinctively. I'm going to die. Despite having died in my previous life, the irrational fear still clawed it's ugly self to settle within my heart. I'd have to kill… Have to dirty my hands for the sake of a propaganda… The fear was overwhelming, having a life at my mercy, at my disposal, any decisions I'd make would have greater and bigger consequences whether I knew it or not.

To me though the worst part would be becoming part of a propaganda… I wasn't blind, anyone with a sense of realism could read within the lines of propaganda that settled in Kohona and any other hidden village, more so in this village than anything, the way they talked big about protecting their loved ones, believing that Kohona was the safest and strongest village, where dreams of wealth chances were given… I wasn't completely sure how the civilian function of Kohona worked, nor if they had schooling. Probably trade schooling...A whispering voice said in the back of my mind. A schooling where they only learn what is necessary to survive without killing, a rigid system enough, that would send half the female population to become prostitutes or try and get married at a young age.

Kohana was no better than any empire or country that was used in the world I once lived in, the propaganda here was ridiculous, saving your precious people to make their ninja fight, binding their ninjas with bonds and false realism. You just had to look harder to find the dark secrets within Kohona.

It disgusted me that by the time the brain wash would wash off from the mind of people, it would be too late, they'd be broken with PTSD, Survivor's guilt or Bi-polar depression. These people would probably eventually at old age develop Schizophrenia..While I was sure.. The Yamada or Yamanka or whatever they were called, would help, what about them though? From what little I seen the Nara or more distant, cold and calculating even if they don't show it. While the Akimichi… were more easy going… In a way…

So what about me? How does the Female Umino Iruka, fit in to all of this?

Either I put myself in constant danger so close to death at every corner or I could live. Death was officially aware and around me. The sudden choice of becoming a ninja or stay a civilian in a couple of years scared me.

Especially, when it would still be a time of war and a frail line of peace that could potentially become political war to an actual one.

What if I made the wrong choice?

Realistically, there were only two choices, civilian life and wait until the war is over to leave the village and continue whatever the hell I'd be doing in this life like a nomad or ninja life.

If I decide to stay a civilian to avoid bloodshed that was bound to come with being a ninja,what would come of the next generation? Naruto generation to be precise. Perhaps, nothing really. Yet.. What if staying a civilian jeopardizes the next generation?

I paused, as a civilian I could leave the village whenever I want, I could stay far, far away from war and hardships of being a ninja..For mentality sake, of course! I mean come on, I wasn't a teen or an adult who wished for her life to be different, I was a teacher. Plain and simple. Yet, being a civilian was perhaps less appealing to my ninja family. But if I couldn't take a life of a living animal or even dissect a dead frog during the seventh grade, how the hell would I be able to torture and kill human beings? Sure, I went as a civilian I'd be trapped into a never ending cycle, once again. Sleep, eat, work and repeat. Another endless trap of being caged…

Yet, If I were to become a ninja… What was the benefits of being one anyway? Yeah, cool job as some of the younger kids would say, but losing people I'd care about? Protecting a village that I could end up hating? Erh… No thank you.. To either life, thank you very much.

Fate was a bitch, wanting to pull me and dragged me to a position I never asked for, much less dreamed off. But if Fate was a bitch then so was I. For their be no way in hell I'd let her play whatever game she wanted, without holding cards. After all two can play the game.

Umino Iruka, was a ninja, a chunin and Male…

I on the other hand, female and If nothing but determined to stay clear and away from the bitches plan.

I was sure someone would be able to replace Iruka in this timeline for Naruto's mentality sake. After all, there was no way in hell, a teacher wouldn't be able to completely drown their duties to save a student and help them along the way.

….Teacher…

Teaching...

I just realized something…..

I'd probably even just dodged a bullet!I was so close to end up being a teacher for eternity! Whimpering. I would have had to deal with brats once again and this time by the time of sixteen! Who in their right minds want me to teach their children! At that age, no less!

...

...

…..

Okay, stupid question, curse my slowly underdeveloped brain! But to set me up as a teacher in my new life! That's just plain cruel!

It's not fair! I'll be a teacher for all eternity!

So much paperwork…..

I whimpered, once again.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Iruka was laying in her crib, while her Kaa-san looked at her with ever so passive eyes, a frown present in her face as she watched her daughter whimper as though she was in pain. Tou-san never mentioned the affect it would have on any of my children. Noriko thought, grimly at the reminder of her father.

"So, this is Ruka-chan!" Noriko, stiffened, still rather unused to the loud and excited voice of an elderly woman. Turning around, she bowed to great her mother in law. "Umino-sama, I wasn't Expecting you to come so early." Noriko said, lowly. Getting a raised eyebrow from the woman. "Nori-chan." Umino-sama said, with a tsk. "I thought I told you to call me Haru-baa-chan!" She exclaimed, lightly.

"Gomen." Umino Haru, sighed. As she watched her daughter in law struggle to keep the formalities out of her tone. "Now let me see my grand-baby!" Haru said, walking towards the crib without waiting. Taking a good look at her grand baby, her brown eyes soften, when she hears the small whimpers of the Iruka.

Gently, she took her grand baby out of the crib and rocked her. Eyeing the way her tanned skin was a bit lighter than her fathers, but darker than her mother. Could be confused as Olive skin, really. Haru mused. Iruka button nose sniffed, and her pouty lips let out a bubble of saliva. The cap that Her idiot son put on her grand-baby fell off, to reveal a tuft of dark brunette hair, that would soon turn into chestnut brown

"She has your brown-green eyes, Noriko." Haru commented offhandedly to Noriko who nodded silently. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Noriko puffing out her chest with pride and the way she glowed with love for her child. Making her sigh silently. Perhaps, Mayu was right, I should be more considerate of Noriko. Haru thought, with disdain.

"She'll be a great Kunoichi." Haru said, gently. Allowing Iruka to grab hold of one of her fingers, cooing at her ever so gently. "Shh, Little Ruka-chan.' Haru hushed her grand-baby, gently rocking her. "I wasn't all that fond of becoming one for the village myself." Not that I had a choice in that matter. Haru thought to herself. Bitter memories rushing back to haunt, the feeling of defeat swirling back up in the bottom of her stomach, once more.

Shaking of the memories, she returned Iruka to the crib, tucking her back into the blanket, Haru let out a tired smile. "But you'll learn to love it." Noriko stiffen at the tone. Will she though? Noriko thought, biting the bottom of her lip. After all, it's not like she'd be able to become a normal ninja anyways. Noriko thought bitterness sweeping into her heart, as she dug her nails into her palms. Not with me as her Kaa-san, anyway.

"Noriko, you said that Ruka-chan scared both Ikkaku and you, when she started to burst out into tears for no particular reason" Haru asked. Gather Noriko attention back on task, She chewed her bottom lip, before nodding hesitantly. "That's right, it was the first time she cried herself to sleep." Noriko said, concerned leaking out of her voice.

Haru observed her emotionless mask, with a thoughtful look. Turning back to her grandbaby, she grabbed her chin in thought. "Let me give her a check up," Haru finally, said. "I'll see what's wrong." Noriko, gave Haru a surprised look.

"Are you sure?" She asked, concerned. "I don't want you to strain yourself." Ikkaku would never forgive me if you did. Was left unsaid, but Haru understood the message anyways. Ah, so that's how it is. Haru thought. That's your game, isn't it? Her lips thinned and she gave Noriko a sharp look. "Nonsense, it's only right, I haven't been there for my granddaughter, nor was I there for her birth." She said, giving Noriko a knowing side glance, a smile present on the elderly woman's face. But I know what you were planning. Was left unsaid, Noriko narrowed her eyes at her mother in law.

Unable to understand her message, as she watched helplessly as Haru carried Iruka out of her crib and into another room. "After all I'm not too old to do stuff like this, now get your head out of those thoughts!"

Noriko from the corner of her eyes made eye contact with her daughter, who stared back at her full of naive love, and unaware happiness.

Concern and guilt sweeped into her stomach.

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Haru locked the door behind her, glancing at her granddaughter, she smiled tiredly, observing the room quickly. Noticing a bag, laying innocently on the bed, stocked and ready to roll. She must be going one a mission soon. She thought disapprovingly. Ikkaku has yet to return and she made no mention of having someone to look after my grandchild. She shook her head, now wasn't the time to judge her daughter in law.

She laid Iruka on her parents' bed, her hand glowing with charka, to scan her granddaughter.

Could it be? Haru thought, almost wistfully and regretfully. After all these years, my granddaughter, born with it? Taking in a sharp breath, Wouldn't surprise me then. She let out a shaky breath. But I would hate for her to be exploited like a tool. She prayed to any deity out there, that if Iruka was born with it, then let it be very minor and unnoticeable.

Like her son, Ikkaku.

Remembering the exact day, she realized her son, Ikkaku. Had had a photographic wasn't uncommon for civilian or other Ninja to born with a photographic memory, most would scoff and claim that it wasn't a kekkei genetic, like the Uchiha's. But he was an Umino, from the Umino clan, a clan that has long since gone extinct after the Second war; The second Hokage had barely allowed them into the village then. She had been nothing, but a small child, forced to swallow her pride for the sake of her clans safety and bow her head, and for what? In the end it hadn't mattered, save for her small family she had now.

Receiving the Umino Kekkei genetic was at time a terrifying moment, once you realize what you were seeing was different to what everyone else saw. That you very presence could become welcomed accidentally if you didn't know how to control it. She had been terrified of her own, especially when other people had learned of it, accusing her that she could have prevented had she told them, could have done something, anything at all.

She had grown accustomed to the accusing stares, for there were times even she couldn't decipher the number that were on people, sometimes it would be the number of their age, other times the year, day, hour, minute, second or even month.

Numbers telling her the exact "time" those people would die.

It had been agonizing over trying to find a way to shut it off, hoping there was a way to shut it off. She was lucky that her son had only the photographic memory and that he hadn't started to see things that weren't there, like her; Though she had panicked, when the chances of him receiving another type of eyes within the Umino clan were so high.

Which one would it have been? She thought.

Eyes of the viper..?

Eyes of the Emperor

Eye of death

Or Even the eye of cloth

She shuddered at the last one. Best not to think about Haru. She thought to herself, trying to get her focus on the task on hand. Could Iruka have it? Haru trembled at the thought. Her sweet, sweet granddaughter? Barely old enough to start showing them, but once she does... Haru swallowed a lump that had started to form in her throat.

Reaching out to look over her granddaughter, with a light green glowing hand to check her. She let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding, Iruka whimpered ever so slightly to the forgein chakra that was near her.

Haru let out a soft chuckle. "Your chest has been hurting now," She said, teasing. Stopping the flow of chakra to her hand. "Seems, you've gained your Kaa-san abilities."

Had she not known, Iruka was a baby, she would have sworn that she had cocked her head and given her a look that said. 'Please tell more of this ability, you speak of.' Instead she took it as a coo and unaware relief.

Their clan died out, until it was only her son and her. When he had married Noriko, she was overjoyed at the thought of having family members, once again. Even if she hadn't exactly liked Noriko from the first meeting. But nevertheless had she spared a thought her grandchild having the kekkei genetic. She didn't want what happened to her clan, happen to her granddaughter.

Thankfully and hopefully it would just be that.

I continued to look at the elderly woman, which had been previously named Haru. Noticing the way both She and my Kaa-san interacted, it wasn't hard to see that she was the stereotypical disapproving mother in law, who believed her son could have and should have done better. While also being the doting grandmother to her grandbaby, cause she sees the child innocent to her parents sins, or in this case Kaa-san sins, whatever those are beside bloodshed of Kohona enemy's.

By the way, getting check up with a chakra infused hand, like a weird sensation of tingling. Like being covered with some cold goo and back out. Hard to describe really.

Anyways after the check up with obaa-san, she carried me back to my room and held no indication of letting me go anytime soon as she ordered Kaa-san to get out stroller. Kaa-san seemed even more reluctant than earlier, before taking it out.

"Haru-Sa-Kaa-san." Kaa-san said, slight stutting to correct the honor fix on Obb-san name. "May I ask where you planning to take Iruka-chan?"

Obaa-san seemed to grunt just a little, turning to Kaa-san with a slight annoyed face. "Why can't I just take my granddaughter for some bonding time?" She asked. "She's been left alone for some time in that room!"

Had I not been a Psychology teacher, I would've missed the rather obvious indication, So she's worried Kaa-san isn't a good mother, if she's testing the attachment theory. I paused as another couple of questions came to mind.

Wait, does the village even know the depths of Psychology here? How advanced would it be, further or backwards? Unconsciously I began to fuss with my arms as I thought it over. Pschology should be the primary thing they have the most knowledge of, since it's used for Torture and interrigation, right? Not to mention the Yamada.. No Yamanka..? Oh whatever they're called, their a clan that can see and go into the human brain, right?

So how much do they know about the functions? If I remember correctly they can even destroy the function of someone so they lay as a vegetable, a shadow of their previous selves.

Their must be a theory behind it, right? I thought slightly panicked. They also must have rules to not use it from someone in the village unless told otherwise by their clan head and the Hokage, right? Whatever was said, between Kaa-san and my Obaa-san had left them both unhappy, though Kaa-san had allowed Obaa-san to take me out of the house to explore, the village.

Great…

I'm not ready though! I whined in my head, fussing a bit more in the stroller I was put in. Before shuddering, as I felt goo all over the village, before passing it off as a burning sensation under my skin.

Konoha, seemed like a small village at first glance. Especially, in the Manga or was it in the Anime..? But once you enter, once you literally inside, breathing and living in this supposed Village. You realize that even in Naruto or even Boruto, it doesn't even begin to cover how huge it is, how many people live here in peace. Streets were busy, always busy, children were outside playing, interacting with one another. You could smell food out on the streets, coming from all different places.

Reminds me of dad home town in Mexico. I thought. Where one small town, had everything, from stores down the street to a couple of restaurants here and there and a barber shop close by along with the doctors one in the other side of town for humans and the other a veterinarian.

Kohona was large, with a mixture of Western and Eastern culture mixed together. With an old feel to it, the old feel made me giddy to know more, before technology comes in and ruins things.

I could see the pride in almost every civilian eyes, about being born in this village, the love and growth that they come so far..Konoha was indeed beautiful in it's own right, but there was something about it that made me feel... like… Like an outsider. Perhaps, because I was torn from my world, stripped from my nationality pride to another. Put into the skin of a beloved character, I guess… that past is harder to let go from one to another.

I need to move on. I thought, sulkily. It wasn't good for my mental health to be so caught up in the past. Not when my past was no longer mine, anyways. I was now an infant, with no past, only the present with a future ahead. I can start cursing my past after I lived through it.

"STOP HIM!" Someone yelled, "SOMEONE PLEASE STOP HIM! THIEF!" Obaa-san stopped the stroller, stand rather still, her gooey chakra turning into something different. Turning as much as I could to see where the commotion was happening, only to hear a choking sound. Seeing that limps had startling close, only to fall to the ground. "GET OFF ME LADY!" The man… teen? Perhaps yelled at obaa-san. Who despite her height, could still grab someone with a choke hold without a sweat. Her unimpressed face, deepened, before she tossed the boy..? Teen on to the ground. I winced, hearing the loud thump that was made."Kids." Obaa-san said, tsking. "Be glad it was me and not an Uchiha, boy." with that said, obaa-san continued to take the stroller and stroll me away from the scene. Not even allowing me to take a good look at the person that was just manhandled.

I wonder what that was about? I thought. Guess things here weren't all that dandy, Wait isn't there a war going on yet..? The struggle to remember the timeline of the generation before Naruto was pretty messed up now. Wasn't there someone who started the war? For a brief moment the government side of teaching took over. Kohana is a thriving village, ready to take it to the next level and conquer land with the man power they have… Maybe we could even add more by scientific means, would end a lot of stuff faster. I grinned at the thought Chemistry was something I excelled at. While I didn't teach it, it was something I was freighting good at, enough to actually almost become a chemist. Just think of all the explosion I make here! No, one could ban me from doing those things, since I would be able to claim it for science! Not like they would have actual proof I did it! I just need to make sure I wipe fingerprints from the crime scenes…..

Before I could continue scheming, something or rather someone caught my eye. Leaning out a bit as I could with this baby body of mine. There right there by a bakery store was a single child alone looking into the window, with what I presume to be baked goods. I glanced up to see my grandmother talking to someone about things, not paying attention to me. Perfect, as I observe the girl closer, trying to take everything in and burn it to mind.

The girl looked small, no she didn't look small, she was small. too small and skinny to be healthy. At first glance she seemed to be about five. But with years of practice, learning and searching for the signs of abuse in my past life, I could easily tell she was actually eight years old.

Bare footed, with clothes to neatly and too well taken care for a child. Hair, put into a braid, cheeks dirtied and looking into a window longingly.

A knot formed in my throat, Jenny. A girl that had a rough life, before coming into my class for history. A breath hitched into my throat, no matter what I've said about hating to to teach brats, I loved and cared for them hoping they'd make their dreams come true… Hoping that I could make a difference in their lives.

I couldn't help but wonder, who's teaching them now? My life's work was dedicated to teaching them the best and greatest efforts I could put, it wasn't anything special. There about a million of other teachers and newly certified that could teach them, just like that. I was replaceable as a teacher...

So more importantly who was working on my fundraiser. I had for homeless kids…? Shaking my head from those thoughts, I stared at the little brown headed girl. Who glanced away from the bakery window down into her pockets, only to bring out nothing. Dejectedly, she walked away with a grumbling stomach.

Watching the scene, momentarily, I wondered a couple of things, how bad was the orphanage here? How many kids were put in there in a year? What was the rating of child labor here? Did orphan even go to become ninjas? And if so who taught them?Who did they have that paid attention to them to help them succeed, help them learn to read and write, to give them all a fair chance of becoming a Ninja?Did they only focus on the ones that show promise right away?

Technically, a couple months old,now. Mentally, middle aged. Spending over half my life learning to teach and actually teaching. The job itself was fun, perhaps not the ideal job for everyone. Dealing with ungrateful brats and spending time to grade was torture, but I enjoyed being a sadist to my students,making sure they grew to their full potential. Being a teacher was hard, Especially when you had no idea if you were even doing it right, since there were times when we'd fail our students, unable to see what was going on in their lives.

"Passion, Maria! Passion, to teach you need to have passion! The love for your students, make no regret Maria. Once you Choose this position, you'll never be rich. Perhaps, not making enough money, but to teach your students, is what keeps you going." The words of my seminar teacher echoed back to me. Funny, how even now her words haunt me, I couldn't change everything, sacrifices were meant to be made; I was no hero, under no illusion that I could save everyone within the nick of time. Politics weren't easy nor simple. So, why was it that I wanted to take charge of things?

No, wait never-mind I knew why.

A teacher was a leader with skills to take charge and protect, to give everything that was needed to make sure the next generation could correct past mistakes.

Looking at the girl who was further away from the store and wondering if there was anyone in this village that was giving them a chance to prove themselves?

"Saa, it seems like I won't have to do anything." Kitsune said, crossing her arms over her chest, pouting. The dwarf just sweatdropped at her actions. "Fate, had something to do with this," He pointed out. Making the kitsune grimace.

"She may have done something." The Kitsune confirms. "Perhaps, like give her sensor abilities, or the Umino Kekkei Genetic, something that the original Iruka didn't have." The Dwarf frowns at her reluctance. "What did you do?" He growls out.

"Nothing nothing." The kitsune waves him off. "Though Something tells me Fate is being a horrible right now and gave her something else." she said turning her back to him. Turning back to the cloud to watch her assignment. "The question is what did she give her? Or what did Death give her?" Dwarf looked up at her.

"You think Death may be involved?" He was questioning her sanity. "They hate each other and would do anything to piss each other off so I doubt He would do anything." He said wavering her off.

She looked at him like he was the insane one. "Exactly! They would do anything to piss each other off, but when someone else decides to mess with their favorite place ...They both get rather protective and would team up."

The dwarf looking a bit alarmed at the news "Better start planning." He muttered.

The kitsune girl looked at him, tail wagging "So you'll help?!" she asked,excitedly. The dwarf looked up towards the infinite sky and mouthed why!? Before sighing at his companion with a defeated look, nodding.

She hugged attack him.

"Oh! I knew you loved me!"

"Get off!"

Whoever thought it was a good idea to send me here was obviously drunk or not completely sane.

What? Those were valid options! I mean why send a teacher that knows only half the plot points of the Naruto verse instead of a person who watched Naruto? Or at least half of it! I mean I only watch it whenever I was bored!

Or at least someone who was actually willing to become a Ninja. Perhaps younger!

Someone willing to put the max effort to fix whatever they deemed needed fixing!

I'm not going to lie, despite feeling like a shitty person, I knew I couldn't save anyone older than I. Realistically, they wouldn't listen to a girl, who came from a minor clan. About future stuff and or trying to prevent deaths, and if they started to predict when and how someone would die. They would eventually go to torture and interrogation. Perhaps, even becoming a tool for the Village.

I didn't even have the knowledge on how to go about it. Tactics for children, yes. For adults in politics and soldiers? Not so much…

Not to mention… I wasn't someone to follow orders, like a good militaristic dog, that was made from these villages. I wouldn't lay down without asking questions, without getting answers that were direct and blunt with no hidden meaning. Asking questions after all was how one survives, how one develops and evolves. Not to mention I knew what it was like to lose people, precious to you. To know that they were their alive and breathing fighting for their country and then not… While it was for a cause, for them…

It still god damned hurt to lose them.

I was not someone to follow unless they've earned my respect first. I was someone who preferred to lead. I worked with so many different people, I basically know how to handle all different types. But to be a soldier? No, leading and being a soldier that leads where two different types of people.

Knowing a couple of things, in the end. Whether it was Fate or death that ordered me here. I was under no circumstances going to follow whatever they had planned for me.

What they've cooked up...

No, They can screw themselves over and over again. If I was supposed to play a role in this timeline now, I'll do it my own way.

Even if I was reborn as the one and only beloved teacher, Iruka Umino. I was going to try and change things, the way I see fit.

So fuck them!

A/N: So, any thoughts so far? Good? Bad? Also who do you think they'll meet? Any ideas? Also, I know that Noriko, Isn't the name of Iruka mom, but I couldn't find Iruka real mother's name as of say and when I did I already had plans for this one, before I decided on something.

P.s I've been wanting to redo this chapter for a long time, since I was never truly settled with the original piece, so I hope you guys all like and if not please review!

Btw: I'm hoping to get this all updated soon