A/N: Writing is so easy, yet so hard. I can never seem to think of the words I want to use when I want to use them. It infuriates me. I hope you enjoy this chapter . I know the chapters have had lots of small time skips in them, and there was a decent sized one in between chapters, but the early portion of life is almost always boring. I want to get to the good stuff, and you probably do as well. I do believe the early life is important though. Whatever, here's another one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or it's characters. I own my OC's and they're stories. I honestly wish I owned Naruto. I would make so many changes.

I was wrong. I was so very, very wrong. It took me until I was three to find out, but I did eventually find out. I was learning to speak with less difficulty than I had anticipated initially. I want to say it's because I'm super smart, but it's most likely my brain being that of a kid. Kids have a much easier time grasping new things, especially languages. It's why they can go from not know anything at all to speaking from mostly just listening to those around them. Combine that with the thought process of an adult and I've definitely been learning much faster. The language was in fact Asian, it was Japanese. I realised that little tidbit when they were showing us some picture books. I didn't know or speak Japanese much in my past life, but I did know the very basics. I knew how to say thank you, sorry, hello, goodbye, do you know someone who speaks english, and of course cat and kitten. Of course I would know kitten, I enjoy cats immensely. I like dogs too, but not nearly as much. Cats were the only things that could really get any positive reactions from me. Possibly because animals were always easier to interact with than humans. They were small, cute and it was completely okay to hug and smush them. Though I didnt like touching very much, so cats were perfect. They just existed with me. I'm getting away from myself. I like animals. People not so much, but they don't need to know that.

Nevertheless, I was at least partially correct. It wasn't long after learning a bit more than just the really basic phrases that I started to piece together where I was. They have stories about ninjas here, which wasn't actually all that telling. We had ninja stories in my past life too, but in this life they didn't tell it as a work of fiction, rightfully so, they talked about it as a profession. Even then I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was born sometime in the distant past where that actually was a thing. It turned out to be wrong when they talked about the 'crazy super cool jutsu'. They totally played it up to make it seem fun so that the kids would be interested. Very blatantly trying to encourage the young ones to die for the sake of the village. Something that will not work on me no matter how hard they try. As soon as they said jutsu, however, my mind sprung into action providing plenty of ideas. Ninjas who spit giant balls of fire using magic. There was only one thing that came to mind when I thought of that. Naruto.

I don't really have many people to compare myself to, but I think I took learning I was in the world of Naruto fairly well. I was ecstatic but also terrified. I had assumed my life was going to be long and boring, but I know now that it will be short and terrifying. I had completely lost focus of everything around me for maybe a week after that. I moved and acted completely on autopilot. I don't actually know how long it was but it felt like a week. I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times, I am terrible with time. The only reason I even knew I was three was because I asked the caretakers and in between glares they ever so kindly told me. As soon as I could, kind of, talk I asked them. The adults didn't seem so taken by me. I don't know why they didn't like me, though. I always smiled and laughed for them. They never even had to do much to keep me from causing trouble or dying. You'd be hard pressed to find a child easier to take care of than I was. I did also ask them about the noticeable lack of love. If I was going to be a child I was going to abuse the 'Childish innocence'. They'd always respond with some version of "oh I didn't even notice that". I could tell that it was a load of shit. They obviously had some problem with me, but I have yet to get to the bottom of it.

Aside from the bold faced lie I got some new information. I had also asked for my birth date in my tiny child voice, with my tiny child vocabulary and I got an answer, kind of. I was probably born somewhere around the 13th of October. They don't know my actual birthday, nor do they care, but I was found on the 14th. They said I was lying in the middle of a destroyed house, with blood splattered all around me. That was kinda wicked. What a backstory, am i right? Not only that, but this meant my possible birthday would sometimes land on Friday the 13th, the unlucky scary day, in the spookiest month. Perfectly fitting for me. Totally goes with my luck to end up in Naruto, of all places.

I still feel a surge of emotions that I can't quite identify when I think about that. Which is totally weird. I never used to feel such strong emotions before, not to say that these were really strong. I can control my face and body much more in this life, but I feel more than I previously did. An odd change of pace, but I guess it's not unwelcome. I want to say I'm happy that I get to be in my favorite anime, but it's a shit anime to live through. Konoha gets smashed to the ground and rebuilt, like, 4 times more or less. Not the ideal place to be. Oh yeah, I'm in Konoha by the way. After learning where I was it wasn't hard to just look out a window and see the giant faces on the mountain. Honestly I'm surprised it took me so long to just look out a window.

It's honestly a wonder how I've even lived this long if I can't even bring myself to look out a window for three years. I am the saddest excuse for a human being. Idiocy aside, I even had a rough estimate of when I was too. The mountain had four faces on it, meaning I was somewhere after Minato had become Hokage. It also meant I was born before Tsunade became Hokage. I was somewhere around Naruto's age, or at least there might be a slight gap. I could be Konohamaru's age as well. Only time would tell.

On the bright side I saw my reflection not too long ago. I had purple hair. It was still short, clinging to my head like a cute little pixie cut. Who cares about the cut right now though, I have actual real life purple hair. Also, when I say purple I don't mean a light lavender, I mean I had dark purple hair. I can't think of the exact shade but it was gorgeous. It was dark enough that you could mistake it for black, but the moment I stood in the light it looked almost like it was on fire, it brightened up so nicely. My eyes though, they were light. They were a soft shade of pink. It almost reminded me of Sakura's hair, but I would say my eyes were much lighter, they were such a pale color. It was like a pastel pink, whereas Sakura's hair is more bubblegum.

As cute as I was, I did look a bit evil. My eyes might have been pink, but they were thin slightly upturned almond eyes, giving me a total resting bitch face. Not to mention that bright eyes with dark hair made them look almost unnatural, like they were glowing. My face was still, of course, chubby with my baby fat but if I thinned up a bit I think I would be like a mini version of Orochimaru. Of course I do look a bit more feminine, but I am also still a child. I would also never be as skinny and boney as him without starving myself, but I imagine I might look a bit like he did as a baby. Without his eye marks or snake eyes, and I wouldn't be as pale as he is either. I am still pale though, very pale. I would rank myself as a tan Sai but pale Sasuke. I would say in the Before my skin color would probably have been classified somewhere around porcelain. I don't think color classification has changed, but who knows. Like Orochimaru but also not. Damn, I'm so good at describing things, huh.

I'm actually excited to get older, though. I will certainly be striking. A definite upgrade from my average looks in my past life, with my previously dishwater blonde hair and hazel eyes. My nose was cute and button like here and I wouldn't change anything about it. I was going to be absolutely stunning. At least I think I will be. Life could throw a complete curveball and puberty could ruin everything, but I'm still excited. Having purple hair and pink eyes is definitely a nice change of pace. I'm going to grow out my hair for sure, maybe wear it like Itachi or Neji. Although I might be able to have some fun with it too. In my past life my hair was very straight and very flat, but in this life it's light and bouncy with a slight wave. I could put it in a braid, a high ponytail, low ponytail, a high pony into a braid, braided pigtails, regular pigtails, or anything else I could possible imagine. With purple hair of course I'd want to show it off. The only issue is people might find it strange for a boy to have pigtails. Who cares what they think though. I'm absolutely going to have all sorts of fun with this.

I'll have to save those thoughts for when I'm older and have a more definite idea of what I'd look like, though. For now I'll plan for other things. I still have yet to figure out how chakra works. I know it's not smart to use it too young because I could damage myself or stunt my growth, but I don't really care right now. I have magic running through my veins, essentially. Well, not really through my veins but it's inside my body so whatever. I just need to go about finding it. I've meditated a few times in my past life, but I got bored of doing it and stopped. Now though, the amount of stuff I can pull off if I meditate is more than enough motivation. Finding my chakra is going to be my first priority. It can't really be that hard can it? I've lived an entire life without it so finding it should be at least kind of easy right?

I was both right and wrong in my assumption. It took me about three weeks to find it, but when I did it was very easy to identify. I knew that if I wanted to find it I needed to start looking in my gut since that's where your chakra is mixed or whatever. So, that's what I started to do. It took almost two of the three weeks to figure out how to meditate without just falling asleep. My time in this body has made me too used to naps. The rest of my time was spent 'feeling' my inner workings. I could almost immidiately locate the teeny tiny bit of chakra pooling in my core.

Now that I had it located I had to figure out how to use it. I needed push it to my feet to walk on walls and junk. I still can't quite push it yet. Whether that's because I have very little, or because I lack control, or some other third option, I don't know. I just know that I'm trying to keep 'feeling' my chakra in other areas. It's not exactly working though, so I might as well try something else. I need to move it. I think I need to get my stomach chakra to go to other spots. I can't just take the stuff from my arms and legs. Actually, maybe I can?

It almost felt like something clicked into place. I was trying to get the chakra in my stomach to move to my limbs, but all I need to do is redirect the flow of chakra that's already there. Once I changed the way I was going about it I started to feel in control of my chakra. This sensation felt almost surreal. I have no idea how good I am at this yet, but I at least have the basics. I'm guiding my chakra along the right path. There isn't 'forcing', only gentle urging. Almost like a teacher who sees potential in a student subtly giving hints about their apparent aptitude. I made it move by not making it do anything. Now that I've absolutely butchered that definition I'm gonna have some fun.

Being a three year old, naturally, I'm allowed outside. What sane person would let a three year old wander outside alone I have no clue, but I'll take what I can get here. It's almost certainly the orphanage people trying to get rid of me. Funnily enough I don't think I've met the head honcho. The orphanage matron. I still, in my three years of existence, have not seen another old person since the dickbag that dumped me here. I have heard stories of her being very kind and gentle. Whether that's true is yet to be determined.

Getting back on track, I'm outside for a reason. I want to find leaves for my chakra practice. I'm going to attempt leaf sticking or whatever it's called. Hence why I need to find a leaf. Once I find one, or many, I will try to stick them to my person with nothing but chakra. Sounds easy enough to me. Although, I said the same thing about meditating and that took a while to get down. We're going to keep up this train of positive thinking, because who knows how long I'm going to be like this. When I find a leaf it is going to get so stuck!

I have collected so many leaves. No matter how bad I, probably, am at this I will have lots of chances to get it down. Once I do have it down no one can stop me. I'll progress to tree climing, and after that water walking. If I can get those down then I can do anything. Well, if I finish those I'll inevitably have to come up with something more challenging to keep my control at peak efficiency. I have to make it there first.

First test subject is placed onto my forehead. I slowly but surely move the chakra in my body to gather near the leaf. I wait for a second and pull my hand back and... the leaf falls to the ground. Okay so I guess I put too little. I need more chakra to keep it glued to my head. I'll try again. Second attempt starting now. Place leaf on forehead. Hold leaf on forehead with hand. Mave more chakra than last time to forehead so leaf will- shit! The leaf blew out of my grip. This is going to be difficult isn't it?

I guess I could try a couple more times. Only a few more times, though. I need to get back to the orphanage so I can rub it in the caretakers faces that I'm still alive. Obviously I'll be more discreet than telling them I've one upped them. It'll be more like an extra hard innocent act. So they have no clue I know what's happening but are still upset with the outcome. Making them miserable is definitely something I could get used to. In fact I might even go out of my way to be a nuisance from now on. I'll totally give them all heart attacks on 'accident'.

Let's get started on this pile of leaves, so I can master this skill and return before nightfall. I have no idea if I can find my way back in the dark, and the sun is already starting to descend in the sky. So it's probably sometime past noon. I think. Whatever time it is matters not! I shall vanquish this foe and be on to the next in line. Prepare to meet your maker, leaf, for you shall most certainly be destroyed in the next few seconds. Muahahaha.

Leaf sticking is hard work. It's starting to get dark and I can only hold the leaf on my head for maybe a couple of seconds at a time. I think I'm starting to run low on chakra, though. I want to say it's this weird foreign feeling, but I just feel exausted. In both mind and body, I am tired beyond all belief. It's akin to working a long shift at a very taxing job. I just want to go back to the orphanage and go to sleep.

With that in mind I need to start making my way back now. I'm losing time sitting here. I didn't wander too far from the building. Maybe, like, two houses away, but when you're as small as I am anything is long distance. That's not even mentioning the fact that I'm so tired I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. I shouldn't get lost or anything. I just need to walk in an almost straight line back.

Moving is so hard to do right now. It feels like my legs are made of lead. I'm going to have to exercise my body more aren't I? That's going to be an experience. Not excited for that at all. Whatever I do it'll have to wait until after I get my nap, and in order to do that I need to get to the orphanage. Which means moving. God I hate my life.

It's fine I can do it. I'm walking and I'm fine. I just need to make it bit longer and I can sleep. I swear this is the longest walk of my life. I'm almost there now and I am ready to pass out. I've only made it to the orphanages front yard. It would be a decent sized plot if it wasn't shared by every orphan and caretaker. The building itself was also a bit disappointing. It was a very uninspiring beige color with a light brown roof. It was big enough for the children now, but we would soon grow out of it and it would feel tiny in a couple years. As of now it was okay. Not yet small enough to be uncomfortable.

I was tall enough to reach the handle, as the other three year olds are. I was, however, very tired. I could barely think straight anymore let alone see straight. It took a few attempts but I grabbed it... only to find it was locked. I was locked out. I guess I'm going to have to sleep in the yard. That bush looks comfy enough. I guess I can make do with it. Not like I have any other choice right now anyway. I fall face first into the bush and, despite the scratches and odd angles, I'm out like a light.

When I woke up, I was being poked with a stick. I don't mean a stick from the bush or anything like that. I mean someone was poking me in the back of the head with a stick. It was not a very fun feeling. Whoever was doing this was going to regret it in the future. I was going to make their life a living hell.

I groaned loudly in pain and annoyance. I heard someone yelp in response. That was definitely a child's voice. Moving my limbs was difficult and hurt. How does chakra training make my whole body hurt? Does it maybe have something to do with the body needing chakra to continue living? So when you have little your body tries to spread that small amount to keep your body alive, but in the process it kills itself because there's not enough for everywhere to have some. If that's true then maybe it's possible to fight off chakra exhaustion for longer. An interesting thing to think about for sure, but that's something for another time.

"You 'kay?" was the first thing I heard that child say. Kids I swear. Almost as bad as old people. At least kids don't know better. Old people, however, know exactly what they're doing. This kid interrupted my sleep, though. That's something that cannot be forgiven. I groan once more to show my distate with what's happening.

I feel tiny hands grab onto mine, and before I know it I'm being pulled off the bush and onto the ground. I hit the ground with thud and release a grunt. Moving is a challenge that I can't overcome right now. At least, moving my limbs was difficult. Lifting my head was unsurprisingly also very hard to do. Regardless of how much effort it took I turned my head to see my assailant.

When they did come into sight, I suddenly found myself wishing I could just die again. Standing above me was none other than the blonde haired, blue eyed, main protagonist, Naruto Uzumaki himself. Even this young I could see the whisker marks on his face as bright as day. At that point I just let my head fall back into the dirt and hoped death would claim me. Letting out another noise of discontent, I ignored the sunshine boy beside in favor of screaming into the dirt.

Why did it have to be me. If I knew any swear words in this language you can bet your ass I'd be cussing up a storm. I've been cursed. That's the only reason I can think for this to be happening to me. Fuck me. Now I have to deal with him. As much as I like him, I find him extremely annoying and idiotic. This is going to be such a pain. Although, maybe its a good thing I met him now. I can educate him and snuff out his more annoying tendencies. This just got a bit more interesting.

Though, if I want to do any of that I need to be close to him. I don't really want to do that. Turning to look at him once more I started thinking. I might help him out if he needs it, but I'm not going to be his best friend or anything. I guess I could just follow him around and if anyone messes with him I could mess with them. That'd have to wait until I'm older and more well versed in combat. For now I could practice my stealth by sneaking around him and the adults. It shouldn't be too hard. Definitely good Genjutsu practice if I ever learn how to do them. Before I can do any of that I need to learn how to not nearly kill myself while training.

"Let me die. I'm sleepy. Goodnight." I couldn't speak in huge complicated sentences or use big words yet, but I think I got the message through. Afterwards, I immidiately dropped my face back into the dirt and started to drift off once more. I can hear his panicked noises above me, but I don't really care. I just want to get some sleep and recover from this training mishap. What am I going to do with myself. Whatever it is it'll be after I get some rest, and Im so ready for sleep right now. Goodnight world.

I hope y'all can forgive the slow updates. on the bright side, chapters have slowly been getting bigger. Also, I didn't actually know how big a three year old was before this chapter. I have a six year old brother so I should at least have an idea, but I was stumped.

Another one:

Snap back to reality

by curry-llama

It's really well written, and the author has done an amazing job with character growth and development. I'm excited to see where it goes in the future. Also, I learned about the name I gave my character from this fic, originally.