I do not own Naruto or any associated characters. Please enjoy the story :)
I died in september. It was an ordinary day, maybe a bit colder than normal, but nothing exciting. I just wanted a chocolate bar.
I was at a convenience store and another customer pulled a gun on the cashier. He ordered the cashier to hand over all the money in the cash register. The cashier did as he said, quickly handing over the money, a few crumpled bills, no more than fifty dollars.
Everything went downhill from there. The man was about to leave the store when several cop cars pulled up. He grabbed me as a hostage.
I don't really remember anything that happened next, it was all a blur. I remember screaming, red and blue flashing lights, a gunshot, and then nothing. I died that day.
Then I was somewhere warm and peaceful. It was dark, and cozy; I could have stayed there forever, but I didn't.
When I wake up I can barely see. My limbs are unresponsive, and I can just make out the blurry form of a woman smiling down at me. She says something, but I can't understand her. She speaks Japanese, and although I've watched enough anime to recognize it and know a few words, I'm anything but fluent.
At some point a man comes over. He's taller than her, with black hair and dark eyes just like her. Then, she picks me up. I shouldn't fit in her arms. I may be short, barely over 5 feet tall, but I'm not that small. Unless they're giants. That makes sense. I was shot then abducted by giant shape shifting aliens. "Uchiha Ayaka" The woman cooes. Wait, Uchiha. I've been abducted by alien cosplayers?
The woman smiles as a small boy, maybe about five, comes over. He peers down at me, all wide eyes and smiles. He's honestly adorable. He grins at me "Imouto '' he squeals. Imouto. That means little sister. Not to mention I'm small, about the size of a baby.
Baby? Uchiha? Frick. Frickity Rainbow Narwhals. Dammit all to hell. I start crying. As much as I love watching Naruto, I'm apparently an Uchiha. I'm a member of the clan with the awesome red eyes of doom, and at some point, I will probably be killed by Itachi. Frankly, I don't want to die again.
I kind of break down. I have no clue when I am in the naruto timeline, and I can't take any of my past knowledge at face value. I could be in canon Naruto, but I could just as easily be in any fan created alternate universe world. Not to mention even if I was in canon, any action I take could drastically change the timeline, even if it was unintentional. Therefore, like the rational teenage girl I am, well was, wait… am I still a girl? Please say I am. Either way, screw canon.
Most rational people would be upset about being separated from their friends and family and reincarnated into a highly dangerous ninja anime. The thing is, I'm an only child with dead parents. I'd just moved from a small town in Arkansas to New York City to start college. I still had a few friends back in Arkansas, but we were never close. I had already acknowledged that we'd probably only talk in phone conversations before drifting apart as we made new friends during college. As for the dangerous ninja anime part, I've always had a few screws loose.
It's been a couple of months since I was reborn. I still have no clue what time frame I've been reborn in, but I do know that I live in Konoha so it's not the warring states era. Thank heavens for that. The warring states era is not my cup of tea.
Anyway, I have a brother now, and my new brother is frankly awesome. His name is Kosuke. Every day after the academy, he'll come find me. He'll sit by me as he does his homework, babbling about his day and explaining different homework problems to me. He knows I'm a pretty smart baby.
"Imouto" Kosuke yells, bursting into my room. I gurgle happily, batting at his nose as he picks me up. He giggles. "Stop it Aka-chan." I like that name alot better than Ayaka. Red is a lot better than colorful flower.
He pulls out a few hiragana and kanji worksheets. Carefully filling in the worksheets, he explains several of the characters to me. Kaa-san finds it cute that he's being such a good older brother. She doesn't think I can understand him; I admit, that is sensible.
"Anyway" he babbles "we learned the leaf sticking exercise today. I'm one of the best in the class at it. Not to brag or anything. See!" He grabs one of the kanji worksheets and sticks it to his forehead. "The only one better than me is Hyuga-san. She's pretty stuck up, and thinks that she is better than everyone else. She is really not. Well, she's not better than me, but she is better than most of the other girls in the class."
Kosuke finishes up his worksheets pretty quickly. "Come on Aka-chan." He picks me up again and carrys me outside. "You can watch as I throw Kunai."
Kosuke's pretty good for a six year old. All the kunai land in the inner rings. Half of them hit the bullseye. He eventually switches to shuriken before practicing katas. Red faced and sweaty, he flops down onto the grass next to me.
I've thought long and hard about when to say my first word. I have no clue when babies are supposed to talk, and I really don't care if I come off as too intelligent. Honestly, it's probably better for me if I do. I know exactly how dangerous the shinobi world is and the sooner I can defend myself, the better. Either way, there's no question that I'll say my first word to my brother. Both Tou-san and Kaa-san work in the Uchiha police force; they're hardly home. I know they love me, but I'm much more attached to my brother. I've never had a sibling, and he is honestly adorable.
"Ko!" I chime. I can't say his full name yet.
His eyes light up as he jolts in surprise. "Aka-chan! You said my name!"
He squeals, dancing around our backyard training ground. He's not a very Uchiha-y Uchiha. Kosuke-Nii is more like Shisui or Obito than anything.
Eventually I learn to walk then run. At three, my eight year old brother takes it upon himself to teach me to throw blunted kunai. I'm not that good, but I get better. I'll often practice right along with him. At four he teaches me basic katas and hand signs. At five he teaches me to tree walk. Kaa-san was not amused. The genin teams she hires to baby sit me have a blast trying to get me down from the ceiling and walls. Most of the Jounin Senseis are too amused to help. They only step in if I fall, which isn't often.
When my brother is ten, I'm five. He graduates the academy as I enter it.