Time went by in a blink. Three whole years in this world passed before I knew it. During that time, I found out my name which was Shizukana Tori. It means 'quiet' 'bird'.
When I was 9 months old, I said my first word. It was not the cliché like Mom or dad (in this case Kaa-san or Tou-san), but a simple "no." You see, mother wanted to dress me in a pink dress and God- I hate pink. So when she picked up the dress, I simply said 'no'. She jumped in panic and rushed over to me and screamed in excitement. It was funny watching her dance round the room simply because of my dislike of pink. Ahh... memories.
Eventually, I had managed to make Mom and Dad read me some of the books and scrolls in the house. By the age of two, I could read and write quite well, surprising my mother and impressing my father. Well, what can I say? I have the mind of a 23 year old.
Along my 3 year adventure, I learned more about my family. Apparently, both my mother and father are from civilian families. But while my mother is a medical "ninja" (a nurse I'm guessing), my father was an actual ninja. This I came to believe after watching him throw an excessive amount of shurikens at the target in the backyard. Plus, the clothing and missions, it's strange considering Ninja's were only relevant in the 15th century. I figured this out at age 1.
By 3, I figured out that I was reborn into to the Naruto universe. Shocker. My brother used to watch the show as a kid and go on rants about how there were ninja's who defied the laws of physics by walking on walls and spewing fire out of their mouths. I was never a fan, and I don't know much about the show. What I do know is that it's about a blond kid with a fox stuck in him who becomes a ninja. And I do know is that a war is coming that might kill me. That's about it-
Another fun fact I learned: I was born in December. Two months after the Kyuubi attack. It was quite ironic how I figured all of this out- and a flub on my mother's part. Not the birthday part, but the whole "Naruto" thing. Though, it's quite strange knowing that I'm now a Sagittarius.
My mother had decided that, at 3, I was old enough to accompany her to the grocery store. Most of the time, she just left me with our neighbor when she left the house. But not today. Along the way, I noticed the strangely created buildings. They were much clearer than I remembered with my blurry, baby eyes. A lot of bright colors, I thought it was pretty.
"Mikoto, is that you?" Mom said to a woman who was also walking along our path. She had black hair and onyx eyes accompanying her pale skin. Everything about her was beautiful.
"My, my, Midori. How have you been?" she asked mom. Even her voice was pleasant.
"I have been very busy with little Shizu-chan," mom replied, playfully squeezing my hand. The lady looked at me and smiled widely.
"My, look at how adorable she is! She has her fathers pale hair. And oh, how special eyes," she said as she poked my cheek. I looked at her with a bored expression. Mom does this everyday, squealing and poking me. I'm used to it by now.
"Shizukana, meet my friend Mikoto-san. Mikoto, this is my daughter Shizukana." Mom formally introduced. I bowed in her direction at an attempt to be polite. As I straightened myself, I noticed two boys come and stand next to her. Both of them had their mother's black hair and onyx eyes. I could only assume their relation.
"Shizukana-chan, meet my sons: Itachi and Sasuke. Actually, Sasuke here is your age." Itachi looked over and smiled at me. I just looked away. I know he was trying to be pleasant, but I was busy pondering their names. They were familiar... but I ignored the thought. I brought my attention back at the two children in front of me as my mother and Mikoto-san began chatting away.
I glanced over to see Itachi staring straight into my eyes. I didn't hesitate and instead stared right back. By doing this, I made him uncomfortable. I could tell because he was fidgeting in his spot. Sasuke was playing with his mothers dress, trying not to stare at my strange eyes.
"Alright, we have to get going then. I will see to you later Mikoto. Have a nice evening." Mom said before dragging me away. She continued pointing at various things and explaining what they were. But the one thing that caught my attention was the huge mountain. It looked like Mount Rushmore but with different faces.
I froze in my spot.
That... That's from Naruto.
Images flooded through my brain.
Pale skin... Black hair... Onyx eyes... Uchiha... Sasuke... Itachi... Head band... Green vest.
I am in Naruto. Oh my God.
What is... What should I... Millions of questions filled my brain and the only answer I could come up with was 'I don't know.' I didn't like this at all. Oh God- I'm in an anime. An anime. Why am I here-
My mother noticed me standing in one spot with wide eyes, horror etched on my face. She did the most natural thing that any mother would do. Panic.
And that was the first time I got a chance to visit a freaking Ninja hospital.
I apparently went into shock. I was still getting through the process of reincarnation, but with this Naruto predicament, my 3 year-old body couldn't handle the news. Well, after that little incident, Mother and Father have been cautious with me. It kinda irritated me at first, but then I started to enjoy their panicked faces every single time I widened my eyes.
Ever since that day, I started to spend my time gathering information. I feel safer with knowledge, the knowing is what keeps you safe. And I wanted to be safe. So, I began my quest to read all the books in my house, which wasn't much but still something. My mother had a reasonable collection of medical scrolls, so I decided to start there. They taught me about medical chakra and healing. The other books around the house were about random topics such as chakra control and various weapon types, books my father must have kept from a long time ago.
Narrowing down my basic knowledge of the world, I found out my Father was a Jonin working in the Torture and Interrogation department. It took me a while to actually picture Dad torturing someone. I mean, he looked like such a happy guy. But I guess even the happiest people can have the hearts of steel.
A few weeks ago, I saw my reflection for the first time. It was when I walked into the guest bedroom. Behind the door was a full-length mirror, large enough to look at my small 3 year old body in all it's glory. Taking a glimpse inside, I took note of my features. I looked kinda cute. A lot prettier than the other me. Well, lets just say that in my previous life I had long black hair and grey eyes with slightly tanned skin. Nothing much to look at. But looking at myself now, I saw a girl with white hair and eyes the color of the sun. Her skin was perfectly paled, only a few shades darker than her hair.
And she looked strong.
I frowned, thinking about the dangers this life could bring me. But no matter what, I would become strong, so that i would not fall into the bottom of life. I wouldn't be like the other me, I would protect what was close to me without dying.
I walked downstairs and found dad reading a newspaper as mom cooked breakfast.
"Good morning, Tou-san," I said with a smile.
He looked up from the paper and smiled. "Good morning Shizu."
I made my way to the kitchen and stood near mother.
"Good morning Kaa-san."
She looked at me and replied, "Good morning darling."
I made my way up to the table and grabbed a chair. I sat and kept looking at my father. He must have noticed me staring because he put down the newspaper and looked back at me.
"Is there something wrong Shizu-chan?" Dad asked me. I shook my head.
"I want to go to the library..."
From what I'd heard, the library at Konoha had 3 sections. The Civilian Section, the Genin Section, and the Chunin and higher Section. Where I'd heard this? From Itachi. My mother had run into Mikoto-san a few days ago and while they talked, I had decided to consult the elder brother about the library. Based on the information gathered, I knew I wouldn't be able to gain any access to the Genin or Chunin section, but the Civilian Section would satisfy my needs till I start the Academy.
Father looked at me, then at Mother, who had heard our conversation. I looked at both of them, and smiled when I saw my Father nod.
At least they trust me.
In my previous life, (if you can call it that.) people didn't trust me. In school, the students always thought I was about to do something evil: like plot the principal's murder or something. But in truth, I was always in the library. Reading and soaking up the knowledge each book gave me. I wasn't plotting to kill anyone.
Even at home, I would have breakfast, lunch, and dinner accompanied with a book. My mother took note of it and from then on always forbade reading books at the table. But I would simply take photos in my mind of the pages and read them silently.
I never saw a reason to stop working. I wanted to be prepared for everything.
But nothing in the books could have prepared me for the horrors fate had in store for me.