I DON'T OWN NARUTO.

Prologue

Okay…I wrote this story to tell you what the hell is happening here. I know that my memories are supposed to be gone once I am reborn into this new life. Well, that was actually a myth, or at least… to me, it was meant to be a truth. I am slowly forgetting now. I don't even recognize my writing anymore.

My real name was Elizabeth Schneider, and I was thirty years old and

I can't believe how life can be unexpected when it was just taken from you.

We can start my story when I open my eyes to the new world.

…..

I blinked and opened my eyes. It's all blurring, and voices are just mumbling to me. I saw this beautiful woman's face and warmth as I was placed in her arms. I try to see what's going on, but my eyes are slowly closing.

'Ah, I just wanted to sleep now.'

….

Slowly, I learned that there was a sound of people mumbling in a different language.

Though, one name came to mind.

"Yua." I looked at this beautiful woman who was my mother. Beautiful snow/pale skin without blemish, Sunset-kissed hair, and eyes that are mistaken for red/orange colors. Her kimonos always show that she is dressed in gold sashes, linen patterns, and red as her base color, almost like a phoenix.

Poke.

A gentle poke on my forehead made me look back at my new mother.

She smiled and giggled.

"You seemed to inherit my Onii-Sama mind more than your own mother." She lifted me up and hugged me with such motherly affection.

"Yet my beauty seemed to grace you." She rocked me gently as I looked at her and noticed something about her.

She seems sad.

Despite this, she has the grace of royalty and a haughty atmosphere that makes her servants stutter at her presence.

Why does she seem sad?

She never seemed to let anyone else hold me. And if I had to guess, she looked like a wealthy member of some kind of royalty. Her house seemed humble, yet she made herself a nouveau riche to shame.

She looked at me and said, "Now, now. No need for tears." I was startled that I didn't realize that my cheeks were wet.

To me, crying is nothing strange to do. For babies, they had every reason to cry. Whether from feeding, attention, or the need for warmth from parents. I wasn't crying about what was going on around me. I was crying because I missed my other mom.

I missed my old life.

It wasn't fair! She wiped away my tears and held me as I whimpered. My weak grip held her sleeves as I cried.

'I won't die! Don't worry. I will make sure that you and I are staying together.'

That was what I promised my mother.

….

They said I was a prodigy. At the age of three, I eagerly started walking and talking. Learning what people do and writing calligraphy. Cool, I know, right?

I realized that the language we are speaking is Japanese, and I always wanted to speak the language or grew up in their culture.

Wait, I am getting ahead of myself.

Anyway…

I still don't know my real name or memories since they all seemed disoriented. I hope I can figure out my name soon.

My new name is Yua Ootori, daughter of Gyokuyou-hime, aka princess Gyokuyou.

My mother, Gyokuyou, appears to be in her thirties or maybe older, which is ironic. For me, that is quite old for women in her era.

However, I noticed I had no father; the only male figures would be the male servants, who I realized were eunuchs.

'I hear they were strict for women who live with male servants but do they really have to unman hood them?' My sympathy for these poor men.

Thou, looking at these pretty boys. Now I can see why they were attractive for both genders. They looked like pretty, handsome women but were men in reality without their genitals.

So, I thought back about my birth father, and I already deducted that no one or my mother says what happened to him.

So, I made theories of possibilities of why I was born when she was barely in her thirties. Maybe she had difficulties carrying my siblings to full term, or my birth father didn't show interest in my mother.

I dreaded that latter. No matter which era, there will be jerks who don't like having families.

But how can my birth father not like my mother? She is downright gorgeous, and she is like the Japanese version of Helen of Troy, and men would go to war for her beauty.

When I first saw my face in the mirror, I could see why she was my mother.

My orange/red eyes looked at my baby's face in the mirror. I patted my cheeks and stared at the resemblance between us.

She is a beautiful and educated woman or courtier. An elegant and majestic-like woman that many would envy.

She made sure that I learned everything about this world.

Secret note: It is so I can figure out what realm, world, or time to know what I am expecting.

Sadly, I couldn't figure out what land I was in. I learned kanji characters so that I could assume Japanese, but what realm am I in?

As I stared at my face in the mirror, I saw only my mother, and I couldn't tell any trace of my birth father.

I shrugged it off. Maybe it's for the best. After all, we are doing just fine, and well, fine enough to be under my Uncle's care.

Yup, I can already hear the comment of many servants of ours in the household.

"Look how cute the young princess is."

"My, she already looks like her mother."

"Yet she seems different. Hopefully, not like her Uncle." One of the maids shivered in fear of her Uncle.

I never met my so-called Uncle. His name is Rihan Ootori, and he is head of the Ootori clan, and they called him the Demon Lord of the West!

But I had been hearing stories about him.

They said my Uncle was a powerful warlord of this land. A man who took down many traitors, enemies even families if they conspired against him. He sounded scary through people's voices, but I grew up in my past life with much scarier people. To me, he sounded like all great kings who were tyrants who became their kingdom's conquerors. A typical historical figure, no doubt.

'Oh well, I should return to mother now.' I ran a bit to return to her side.

…

"Now remember, prostrate yourself before my brother. Your Uncle cannot lose his temper even if you are his niece." My mother fussed and lectured me right now.

I wear the most glamorous kimono or hanfu since they look too closely similar. I am now four today, and my noble Uncle decided to invite us to see him.

Since this joyous day is also the day he came home to celebrate his victory over the rival clan and took their lands as our own.

'It seems he has some ego to show off to everyone.' That is what I thought, and judging by my mother, she thinks the same.

She is saying something like that.

"Now come, Yua." Mother did break her tradition of letting her walk beside her. She carries me despite the protest of the maids who work hard to dress me up nicely.

I didn't mind. In fact, I would be comfortable being protected like this.

'Plus, I have very small legs.' I deadpanned at such a thought. I forgot that growing up is such a pain in my ass. I am not looking forward to puberty again.

As we walked through the halls, I started to get nervous.

The doors slide open.

"Greetings to Gyokuyou-hime! And to young Yua-him!"

Looking at the sides is a line of samurai men. They could be his warriors or clan members.

As she raised up, I saw that shocked me. I didn't notice nor care that I was gapping at my biological Uncle.

He has a mustache and ponytail on top and is wearing and very fancy samurai.

'Am I seeing the real Nobunaga Oda here!?' During the first four years of my life, I recall working in a museum and knowing translations of ancient languages such as Latin, Castilian-Spanish, Angelo-Saxons, and Japanese.

I had been a big fan of famous people who were considered tyrants, but the more I read about them, like Nobunaga Oda, he was simply misunderstood and was ahead of his time when he noticed the world outside his domain.

The very stance of his sitting was just like Nobunaga Oda would lax back in his days. However, it looked like his expression lacked any emotion, and it just shows that he screams power and aura that could kill a man.

"So," His deep voice commanded, "you came to congratulate me as well, Sister?"

"Yes." My mother answered as I closed my mouth and looked at them.

They seemed like an attitude noble siblings would do and had no say anymore.

'Do they not like each other?'

I hummed myself.

Judging by memories of when I fell asleep, I grew up with a close and loving family. So, I cannot comprehend the thought of being distant and cold towards family.

I guess their environment is different than how I was raised.

I looked up and saw his red eyes, and he does have the same colors and features as our looks.

Now I know I should be scared because he looks like he is glaring at me.

"!?"

Fast as his arms reached for me, which gave me a confused yelp. I then realized that he was really…

….

Happy to meet me.

I happily sat on my Uncle's lap and smiled adorably at him. I looked at his men, who tried to act like this shouldn't surprise me, but they were.

'Wow~! He really is nice and warm.'

That's right, folks.

I started to adore my Uncle.

I had no doubts that I was the favorite here~!

"I am pleased that this year, we not only celebrate our victory over the Land of Waters, and they will now think twice about raising their swords against us. Thank you for your hard work!"

"You're welcome, my lord!" All of his men prostrate themselves.

"Also, my niece Yua is now four years old and undoubtedly will make a fine woman. GAHAHA!" Uncle laughed joyfully.

I looked around and simply felt content.

At first, I thought this would last forever; however, fate is cruel to everyone in their second life.

I lost my mother and Uncle when I was seven years old.

Then realizing that this world I live in is from my favorite anime show….

NARUTO.

Reviews are welcome.

The name Yua means "exist" (有) (yu) and "love, affection" (愛) (a).

Ootori (鳳) means "large bird ."It refers to the Fenghuang, the Chinese phoenix.