Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Just trying my hand at the cliche "reborn as Naruto's sibling" trope.

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Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who suffered an unfortunate accident in her youth. This accident left her completely blind, and she hated it. She loathed her inability to see, and thus hated herself. Her hatred didn't stop there as she despised anything that could only be enjoyed by sight, and everyone treated her like a frail little doll because of her lack of vision. One day she met a man who did not treat her like she was made of glass.

This man made her feel important and showed her all the wonders of life that can be experienced even without sight. From exciting cookouts to wondrous musical performances. He showed her that not everything in this world is meant to be hated, and soon the bottomless sea of hatred that drenched her heart dried up, and left nothing, but love. Apparently, the feeling was mutual.

They became lovers and everything seemed right in the world, at least from the man's perspective. However, the woman was still secretly disheartened by her inability to see although she tried to stamp it out. She had so much in the form of her boyfriend so why would she need more. On a seemingly quiet night when she thought that she was alone she tried to let her frustration out at the world, begging them that she only wishes for her sight so that she could both see and marry her boyfriend. Little did she know that someone was listening to her prayers.

One day as she was laying down on the soft grass bed in a small clearing an old man came up to her and donated a pair of eyes to her without asking for anything in return. The eyes allowed her to see everything in perfect clarity, she couldn't wait to show her boyfriend. She couldn't wait to see her boyfriend! She quickly ran home on the memorized path all while viewing the mesmerizing colors, and the unique shapes of the world. When she arrived home, she quickly opened up the door and was shocked to see her boyfriend kneeling down with a ring in his hand asking her to marry him. She was moved to tears. Everything was perfect. That is until she got a better look at her supposed fiancé. She was appalled to see two empty sockets reminiscent of the darkest void staring back at her.

His eyes reminded her of her life before. The complete and utter darkness she was forced to eternally see, and she wanted nothing to do with any reminders, she refused to marry him and told him to get as far away from her as possible. The man walked away in tears, but not before giving her a watery smile and a final departing sentence. "Just please take care of my eyes darling."

This shows you that a person's mindset will inevitably change in correlation with the change of their status. There are very few people in this world who remember what life was like before, and the people that helped them smile through those troubling times.

My exact words to the man's misfortune when I read this were "sucks to be him."

I am what many people might call a Rich-Bitch. My family came from some very old money. Our ancestors were one of the world's very first aristocrats, and since I was the daughter of such a prestigious family it was only natural that I was grown up in a completely different world than the rest. I was haughty, I was beautiful, I was intelligent, and let's not forget I was rich! I wasn't just all that and a bag of chips. I was an extravagant full-course meal with a glass of Tequila Ley, and why shouldn't I be? Just because I was born into a rich family doesn't mean I had it easy.

The amount of work I had to do just so I could live up to the family name is unimaginable. Education, the arts, and sports. I was expected to stand on the top of every field as was only natural in my family. To lose even once is nothing but a disappointment and was treated as such. So of course, my judgment and attitude are dissimilar to the other ninety percent of the population. Of course, I looked down on them as they learned their basic algebraic equations or their paltry achievements in life. To me they were nothing, but riff-raff who were lucky to get even a minute of my time because I'm just that great!

They should worship me, praise me, pamper me at every whim, and they should do it all gladly. People might think this is all unbelievable and there's no way in hell that anyone would do this, and I would call those people naive simpletons. Nobody wants to serve other people willingly; it's just not in human nature to be bound. For you to get someone to serve you, you need to appeal to their wants, and nothing appeals to people more than status, connections, and money.

That's right, you'd be amazed at the things some people would do for a stack of green paper. I'm starting to ramble, but the point I am trying to get at is that I worked hard to be entitled to my perceived rights. I deserve to be cherished, I deserve to be loved, I deserve to be happy, and for a time I was all up until an unfortunate car accident. I can't recall the details of the crash, but what I can tell you is that one moment I'm in the backseat while the butler drives the next moment. I wake up to total darkness. No, I wasn't killed (yet). I just lost my vision.

Apparently, the glass from the window shattered and crashed straight into my eyes. If you knew my personality you would think I'd be extremely irate about being blind, but honestly, I wasn't. I mean sure, losing my vision was highly unforgettable and learning braille was a pain in the rear, but so what. I laughed in the face of the world because I'm used to working hard to get what I want, and my apparent disability only reinforced my claim that I am "that bitch".

And I made sure the world never forgot it.

The point is I fully embrace human nature. I know that while we inherently look out for the good of the group, our surroundings and environment that we grew up in warps our perspective into only looking out for ourselves.

It's why I wasn't surprised when I was sold out by my very own family.

Yup, depressing isn't it, but to me, I'm the idiot for believing that there was someone out there that valued my hard work.

I don't really want to say what happened because it's honestly depressing, and that's saying something coming from me, but also my family drama is none of your fucking business.

Just know that because of that I'm dead, or more like I should say I died and was reborn.

Yup, stuck into a literal child's body. No, not even a child, an infant would be a more appropriate term.

I just pray to whatever God I must, that I'm not a man. Imagine not having menstruation, being forced to uphold the impossible societal standards of beauty, the pressure to have children thanks to a ticking biological clock, and constant sexism…

Shit. Scratch that forget everything I just listed. We could give being a man a try.

But all jokes aside. I really need to figure out what to do starting with this pain in the ass possible sibling next to me. For the love of God, they won't shut up and are constantly wailing off their freshly crafted lungs. I get it, they work, Shut up.

I would love to look at them while I internally vocalize my complaints, but I can't see for shit, whether it's because I'm a newborn or because my history with amaurosis traveled with me is unclear.

The only reason I know my body is that of an infant is because of the sensation I felt when being picked up by a stranger.

It was weird going off by the foggy sensations. I felt like my body was all there. From the top of my head to the tip of my toes, but at the same time I wasn't all there in fact it felt like I was nowhere close to being there.

Also, I overheard the conversation from my apparent caretakers.

「赤ちゃんの泣き声が止まらない。」

「はい、でも彼の妹はネズミのように静かです。」

Yup, they're speaking crisp, clear Japanese, and like I said before I am that bitch. Japanese is child's play, something that I learned when I was 8. When you're born in a family as big and influential as mine, being multilingual is nothing more than a prerequisite for business.

Let's see

「彼らの胃を見てください、それはどこに保管されていますか？」

(Look at their stomachs, is that where it's stored?)

「どうやら第四卿は2でモンスターを分割し、そうでなければ、彼らはプロセスから死亡していただろう。」(Apparently lord fourth split the monster in 2, otherwise they would have died from the process.)

Uh, huh?

Well shit.

And with that last thought, my young mind couldn't take anymore, and I faded away into blissful unawareness.

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6 months later

Location: Konoha, North district, Affluent area.

So, I'm in the Naruto verse and that pain in the ass child that was screaming his lungs off was our bubbly hero and member of the big 3 Naruto Uzumaki.

Fucking cliche.

Whatever, the point is my brother is Naruto Uzumaki and I'm his sister Akemi Uzumaki.

I would like to say to you that living in this world so far, as Naruto's older twin sister has been utter hell, but honestly, I would be lying.

In fact, it's kind of like I never left my old life

This brings me to another topic; something is seriously wrong here!

What the hell is going on, nothing I'm experiencing matches up with the story.

Growing up, my life was filled with constant work, and while I've never disappointed with my results, it was very stressful. I needed a way to relieve my stress and one of those ways was anime, specifically Naruto. I clicked because I was bored and had nothing special to do and work that could be put off for another day.

I honestly wasn't expecting much, probably just some bullshit protagonist with some special power or something, and as always, I was correct that's exactly what it was, except there was something about it that made it endearing to me. Something about Naruto that made him endearing. Throughout the years I watched more and more episodes and grew further along in the series.

Naruto was so stupid it frustrated me sometimes. His choice to become Hokage to protect a village that doesn't want him was incomprehensible, and his choice to chase after a friend that obviously hated him with his entire being was illogical. His skills were mediocre and the only reason he won most of his fights is because of the plot and his insane durability.

Naruto didn't fight, he brawled. Naruto didn't use ninjutsu, he spammed, Naruto didn't even bother learning his family origin with the Uzumaki and yet despite that he gained enough power to become strong enough to contest with not a god per se, but a highly powerful being. It makes no sense the only thing he cared about was chasing after some dick that stabbed him in the chest with literal lighting all because of a stupid promise by a manipulative fake little girl.

So why? Why did I fall in love with his character, even after his story ended? Why was I happy for someone who by all means wasn't worthy of my acknowledgment? Was it his work ethic? I'm all for working hard to get what you want, and that would always get you points in my book, but Naruto just went about it stupidly.

Was it his conviction? I doubt it, conviction can only get you so far in life, but a lot of the times I saw Naruto talk big he often got his ass handed to him.

Was it that not once in Naruto's life did, he ever break a promise? To this day I couldn't tell you what made me fall in love with him as a character. What made me wish that he was real, and he is real, right next to me in our crib sleeping blissfully.

But this brings me back to my current situation. I like to think I'm pretty knowledgeable about the life of my now little brother.

Any Naruto fan would tell you of Naruto's sad and poor upbringing. One of the things that were prominent in his life was that sad, lonely, cramped apartment.

But I don't see anything like that here. For God's sake, I have a freaking chandelier hanging above my crib.

That's right, lavish furniture, high-end baby food, quality toys, we even have 24-hour private adult supervision. From nurses, to caretakers, to what I believe to be physical instructors who encourage us to try to walk.

Now if I'm being honest, knowing that I'm Naruto's sister I was completely prepared to engage in what the pleasant would refer to as "roughing it" good God just the phrase alone makes me shudder. Yet what I received was the complete opposite and I'm not sure how I feel about this sudden revelation.

I know for a fact that Naruto did not live this well. So, the very fact that I'm here experiencing these finer things in life like I would in my old world speaks volumes that something isn't right. The only type of lavish treatment that Naruto received from him is when he got his stupid stimulus check from the Hokage every time he visited.

Speaking of the 3rd Hokage. He is not what I expected. This brings me to my second red flag. I thought I wouldn't even see that man until I was at least 4. Yet to my honest shock. I see him at least 3 times a week, and that's saying something considering this is the Hokage who's so famous for leaving Naruto high and dry, yet I haven't seen a trace of that half-baked Hokage. Instead, I see a man who is calm, steady, unyielding, and not to mention, intelligent.

The looks he gave us could be described as nothing other than a loving grandfather. He cares for us, but only a basic bitch would stop searching his eyes there. An analytical person would continue to search his gaze until you find the driving force for his actions. Things like love while cute are often associated with normal people for the root of the cause, but this is Hiruzen Sarutobi. The same man that is called a God of shinobi and has had to pave his way through a mountain of bodies to be able to Don that hat that he wears so proudly.

Pretty soon I found it. And all made sense in the world. While it is true that he does care for us and looks at us as Grandchildren in all but blood, it's also true that we're assets.

And with that, all made sense in the world once more. All these fancy services, all this special treatment, that we by no way have earned, is an investment. The 3rd Hokage is investing in us. We are Jinchuriki. Living sacrifice and we have one job.

To keep Konoha safe.

To do that he needs our loyalty. He needs to make sure that we love this village with all our hearts, and honestly, it's kind of working.

Just like in my last life my fate was already determined the moment I was born; it seems that in this world it's no different.

I was born in a world of liars, monsters, and predators. A place where the weak have no rights and are ruled by the strong. A place where I must work my perfect ass off if I want to survive, and you know what, I'm fine with that, because you can best believe that I will climb my way to the top, and for bringing just a little bit of light into my previous life I'm bringing that endearing idiot I now call a brother with me.

So fine Hiruzen I'll play your little nationalist game, and I intend to win. Nobody will stop me from dominating this world and everyone will know where their place is compared to us. Right beneath our feet.

Believe it.

Damn it, I can't believe I said that. Uh, so embarrassing. I'm better than that.

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And that's a wrap. So yeah, this just popped into my head and I'm like why not, it's not like there aren't a thousand others. I'm just hoping this one will be different.