The obligatory "I died and got reincarnated in Naruto" SI
My name is Katie Bell. I am, or rather was, a normal girl who managed to live until the old age of twenty six, when I got ill and was told I would have only three months to live. That turned out to be a lie, because I got hit by a car two weeks after the doctor's announcement and arrived at the hospital half dead. Even that did not kill me. What did manage to off me was a streptococcus infection I contracted in the hospital.
My life has not been amazingly interesting. I did have a boyfriend with whom I went all the way to third base so I guess I was not that unlucky. But, I died.
It did not stop there, as I was born again, an adult in a baby's body. I cried and cried but nobody could understand the pain I was going through. I missed my phone, my family and my previous life.
Only when I got to four years old, I realised I was in the fictional universe of Naruto, decades before the main storyline. I was Madara Uchiha and I just activated the sharingan when I accidentally stumbled on my parents trying to give me a little brother.
In my defence, the screams had been deafening to me and I was not that well versed in the body arts to know how peak pleasure sounded. The scene remained seared into my brain in all its glory and later on, when I got older, I felt envious of my parents for having found that perfect partner. I had definitely not screamed like that in my previous life.
Barring my unusually early sharingan acquisition in very special circumstances, I was the normal prodigy I was supposed to be. I had some faint memories of the show, but Naruto used retcons by the dozen, so I had no idea on the political climate or the exact location of where I was. Thus, my goal in this life was to see if this was closer to the Sengoku Period, late Edo or even early Meiji.
My path to scribedom firmly settled, I did my best to find out by immersing myself in books and scrolls only to be given a kunai, a rope and a kusarigama and told to train as if my life depended on it (it did).
Then one summer day when I took my brothers to the river for a swim, we met the Senju and everything changed.
But this is not my story. There is no Katie Bell, in fact. What does exist are the lucid dreams of many people, who dreamt of the same black haired boy and managed to fulfil a wish through him.
This is the story of the Wish Dreamer Club that formed after the boy had disappeared forever.
Maria-Rósa was sleeping soundly in her bed, thinking of hunky Byakugan users using Gentle Fist on her as an euphemism, when light suddenly intruded on her closed eyelids. Opening her bleary eyes, she found herself in a traditional Japanese room, with a dark blue futon on the side, still rolled, a low table with a tray of food on it, a small brazier and a magnificent view of a snow covered garden.
It was so cold, Maria-Rósa thought, teeth chattering, as she ran and closed the sliding doors immediately. The thin paper did not change the atmosphere much temperature-wise, only the scenery. Now she had a painted battle scene instead. The very graphic deaths made her understand why the previous occupant probably kept the doors open at all times.
She turned her back to the door, facing the brazier. By accident, as she hugged herself in desperation, trying to keep the leaching warmth away, she realised her breasts were gone.
Immediately terrified, Maria-Rósa checked her chest. Her D cups were gone. She almost cried but her new decidedly male breasts had the rather new feature of being easy to flex. It was quite fascinating for about three minutes, after which she realised she was now a he and had a different equipment.
Maria-Rósa hesitated. That was new territory for her, as it was suddenly more frightening. It was one thing to fantasise, it was quite another thing to see.
A loud voice in her head started shouting and yelling not to do it, but she ignored her conscience as her hand crept to her obi.
She looked down. It looked disappointingly normal and familiar. Maria-Rósa frowned as her smothered conscience muttered something inintelligible.
The doors opened silently and a cute black haired boy of about thirteen years old entered the room after bowing low on his knees. He then passed the threshold, and closed the door carefully, again on his knees. Maria-Rosa looked on in fascination.
"What are you doing, ani-ue?" The boy asked her (him!) with what she detected as wariness.
She somehow knew the boy's name was Izuna, but for the life of her, she could not remember hers.
"What is my name?" She asked authoritatively.
The boy's face remained blank. " Your name is Uchiha Madara," he said respectfully, with a hint of reproach and anger.
Maria-Rósa was startled. Naruto! Unfortunately there were no hunky Byakugan users around, but she'd make do. There were other hot guys. Then she remembered she was the hot guy and almost cried.
The shock and dismay was enough to get her back home in her bed. Madara, though, was still possessed.
"What is my name?" Shūji asked the boy in front of him, not knowing it had been asked less than thirty seconds earlier. He had been studying for his university entrance exams until he had passed out. Remembering all the vocabulary and grammar for the Classical Japanese exam was his greatest hurdle yet.
Seeing himself in a traditional house, with scrolls of Old Japanese around him, he became convinced was definitely dreaming. His brain must have tried to help him by creating this particular scenario.
"Uchiha Madara, ani-ue," the boy replied.
Shūji nodded, unfazed. "How do you write it?" He asked the boy curiously.
The boy took his time preparing the ink, then presented him with the name, written in cursive style. Sublime Perfection read as Madara?" Shūji asked, dumbfounded.
The boy nodded. "I am Izuna," he said helpfully.
"Well then, otooto," Shūji replied gleefully, "how do you write your name?"
"My name is written as Kamo Wake Ikazuchi-no-kami," the boy replied. Shūji started laughing and woke up in his bedroom, still snickering. His legs had fallen asleep and he had a crick in his neck, but with the previous faint memories of the person he had been in the dream, he started studying with renewed enthusiasm.
Notes:
The first SI wanted to see "how men really look like down there"
The second wanted to memorize some kanji and old grammar.
I have no idea what Katie Bell wanted.
On naming:
Madara's dad gave his kids kira kira names. Madara written as, Sublime perfection Daigo 醍醐
Kazue written as. 火之迦具土神 Hi-no-Kagutsuchi, the God of Fire
Izuna is Kamo Wake Ikazuchi-no-kami (Raijin)
賀茂別雷乃神, the God of Thunder, also responsible for good harvest; he is fierce and beats drums with tomoe depicted on them. He was born after Izanami died after birthing Hinokagutsuchi.
Hikari, written as Ashura, the warrior demi gods (or demons) who live their lives to fight (more like ruled by their passions)
Itsuki written as 伊月, "that one moon", a reference to Infinite Tsukuyomi
So yeah, Madara's dad totally sees himself as Izanagi, the creator of Japan, aka he should be the ruler of the world. Madara just took after his dad XD
The university entrance exams are really hard in Japan, and if you want to go to a top university, you have to take 2 exams: one taken by all students regardless of where they wish to go, and one by the university. And yes, even if you want to study chemistry for example, you have to be tested on your Classical Japanese proficiency.
Because of its complicated origins, the Japanese writing system can put any reading to its kanji, regardless of its actual reading. This is why there are kira kira names like 愛猫 (ai-love and neko-cat), which are read Kitty. Yep, Kitty.