A world of darkness is all you knew, cramped, warm and unconditionally safe. While the first time you became aware of your predicament was a nightmare which would most likely result in some sort of childhood trauma, you had grown quite fond of your room. Sure it was as dark as Satan's butthole but wherever you were had to be luxurious because they could afford to have the heater on 24 hours a day 365 days a year. Well alright maybe not necessarily, Stark did love installing heat and air conditioning to all of their safe houses. Though it still had details which you found extremely abnormal.

One of those details was the fact that you don't recall ever eating anything while you were in this room though perhaps that was due to the fact that you never were hungry. It was alarming how fine you felt when you really should have been dead from starvation quite a while ago. You still remember your favorite and least favorite foods, you still remember how it felt to open your mouth and consume said sustenance. You do miss that, eating was one of your favorite pastimes.

Not because you were particularly out of shape but because you simply didn't have much else to do...but that was a thought for another time. Adding to the sheer eccentricity of the eating situation was the fact that it seemed someone always knew when you missed your favorite food because some time after thinking about said food, you swear you could taste it. Whichever deity was watching over you must have had a twisted sense of humor for that alone.

Another perplexing detail of your black room was the noise. The most clear and constant sound you heard was a bassy beat,it was always there. Annoying and uncanny at first, this beat now brought you solace when you felt yourself breaking. Being suspended in a dark room for an unknown amount of time was every bit as scary as it sounds.

You had been taught to hide your emotions at a young age, that brushing hurt and shame and disappointment and loneliness to the back of your mind is better than dealing with all those negative feelings. And it was. You went your entire life without dwelling on those pesky feelings, only crying a handful of times in the private confines of your bedroom. But here those feelings seemed to only intensify, and when they did only the steady and undying beat brought you back from the deep confines of your mind.

Another sound you now were able to recognize was almost human like in nature. It was heavily muffled and it wasn't in a language you could understand but you were sure that the sounds were made from people. There were many sounds, voices maybe too many for you to really recognize and place. However there were three voices which you heard almost on a daily basis, one of which you would bet all your money on being a woman. The woman was the one who you heard the most, she would spend hours on end just making noise. Maybe she was talking but if that was true then who was she conversing with?

Many times you had tried to communicate back with the woman, you tried talking, screaming, waving your arms and kicking your legs but nothing ever seemed to work in the way you wished. Whenever you kicked your legs out in frustration it would elicit laughing from somewhere outside your room. The woman would always chuckle without fail but sometimes there would be another voice or two that would join in.

These other voices were a stark difference from the woman, one very obviously belonging to a man. His voice was deep and raspy, he didn't say much but when he did his voice carried an air of boredom. Despite this I found myself craving to hear his voice, hearing his deep, rumbling chuckle was a treat and worth every moment I felt alone.

The third voice was different from the man and woman's. This voice was noticeably younger than the man and woman, not exactly prepubescent but also not a teen. You assume it belonged to a male preadolescent but you suppose it could also belong to a girl with a deep voice.

Aside from the obvious age gap this third voice spoke in a sort of whimsical chirp. At times he seemed to mimic the older man's uninterested slur but he would always end with a gentle fondness.

No matter how hard you tried to see their faces all you were blessed with was a black wall. It annoyed you to no end how they seemed to be free, able to interact with each other, able to move, able to see but alas there was absolutely nothing you could do to change that. Kicking and punching only seemed to amuse them, spurring them to chuckle and coo at your helpless state. Aside from your frustrations and your endless bewilderment of your lack of hunger you couldn't say this place was too bad.

Oh how wrong you were. What was once a cozy, warm and safe room now was a cramped, scorching death trap. What little room you had to stretch your body in was now nonexistent, you were constantly curled into a ball aching everywhere and wishing you could go back to the larger room. When had they moved you to a different room? How had they moved you without you realizing it? These along with many more dramatic questions circled your mind as you were constantly bumping against the black wall and some other rounded surface you had never felt before.

Along with the cramped space came the unbearable heat. Your body had never felt so heated before, it was downright torture. Along with the heat came the motion sickness. Despite the room now being smaller you seemed to gyrate without meaning to. The constant motion, heat and tight space spelled out a world of hurt and agony for you. If you had been able to eat you would have thrown up a long while ago.

This torture wasn't just directed at you, the woman no longer laughed when you would move. Rather she sounded out of breath and almost in pain. Could it be that whatever was happening to you was also affecting her? Perhaps if your mind wasn't clouded with trying to keep your sickness at bay you could have tested out your theory but that didn't seem to be happening any time soon.

And just like that time seemed to fly by, everyday your room seemed smaller and hotter and everyday you thought it may be your last. The three voices were heard more frequently, both males still sounding amused of your state in some bizarrely fond way. Though you hated the situation you were in as long as you heard that steady beat you knew you would be okay.

Things were not okay. How they got worse, you weren't sure but things were not okay at the moment. You no longer could hear the steady beat that comforted you, in its place was a dull beat that progressively got weaker as time passed. Along with this new beat was the sound of the woman in very obvious agonizing pain. Both males were heard as well, the younger one sounding much more panicked though the older one's voice also carried worried undertones to it. None of this did anything to help your growing sense of dread.

Your room was no longer a room, it was more of a latex bag that you had seemingly been shoved into. You could no longer move your body no matter how hard you tried, everything was growing impossibly tighter to the point where you seemingly could no longer breathe. Breathe. Had you been able to breathe before now?

Somehow in all of the pain and chaos you found yourself questioning if you had been able to breath while you were in these dark rooms. It was most likely a way to take your mind off of the fact that your life was likely about to end but you seriously could not remember ever needing to breathe while in this room. And just like that, everything faded into nothingness.

"Yoshino I need you to calm down as much as possible, otherwise this baby won't make it!"

An angry blonde woman barked out the order as loud as the woman could without causing further stress to the second time mother. The blonde had been attempting to deliver this child for the past four hours, something was clearly wrong. One the hospital bed laid the wife of Konoha's best strategist and head of the Nara clan.

Nara Yoshino had been in labor for the past 48 hours and she had been actively trying to push her daughter out for the last four. This wasn't her first child and she hoped it wouldn't be her last but this labor had been much more taxing than the one she had experienced with her first son, Shikamaru. This labor was so taxing that even the world renowned medical specialist and hokage Senju Tsunade was on the verge of panicking. Because of that Yoshino panicked, she had waited for so long to add another member to her small family, she couldn't just let her baby die because she couldn't push fast enough.

"Tsunade-sama, the baby's heartbeat is becoming erratic!"

Nurses rushed the birthing woman, inserting needles and giving her oxygen. Tsunade was no idiot. She knew there was something very wrong going on but she could not figure out what. She had personally overseen Nara Yoshino's pregnancy from the moment she discovered she was pregnant until now and everything had been normal. The child's heartbeat had been strong, there were no deformities detected throughout the pregnancy and the child responded strongly to chakra, a very good thing, so how on earth had things gone so bad in a matter of hours?

Just when she thought the situation could not get worse Yoshino began to hemorrhage. It was severe to have postpartum hemorrhaging but hemorrhaging while pushing was the worst possible outcome. If Tsunade didn't act fast then the end results would be delivering a stillborn and presenting a dead wife to Nara Shikaku.

"Yoshino, you are beginning to hemorrhage and we have yet to deliver your baby, the odds of your child being born alive are dropping every second. You either push her out within the next few minutes or we perform an emergency caesarean surgery however you must accept that there may be nothing we can do to save her. Do you understand?"

Without a second of hesitation the laboring woman responded.

"Understood Hokage-sama."

And so she pushed.

Nara Shikaku was not an easy man to scare, he had received his signature scars during the 3rd Shinobi war and he was proud of them. He could take down an entire platoon of Iwa nin and not lift a finger, the ninja of Konoha both feared and respected him and he was held in very high esteem as a force to be reckoned with by all of the elemental nations, yet in this very moment he felt fear unmatched like any other.

His wife's pregnancy had been a blessing, his only son had already graduated the academy and even made chunin. While his pride for his son soared every time he saw him fasten his chunin vest a small part of him longed for the days when his boy was no more than a tot. He longed for someone to need him like his toddler son used to, for someone to look at him like he was the best the world had to offer.

Don't misunderstand him, he knew his son loved him but his son was now much more independent and had a much more realistic view of the world than Shikaku would have wished for. So when his Yoshino had told him that she was expecting he was overjoyed. That same night he introduced himself to his newest love. Donning his most gentle and loving smile he began to speak to his unborn child, promising to always protect and love them. He continued speaking with his child, feeling them grow. When they kicked for the first time he could not stop the prideful smirk that formed on his lips. His child was strong.

Shikamaru had masked his surprise and joy at the thought of a sibling with nonchalance but Shikaku knew his son. Behind his face of boredom he saw a fierce determination to keep his mother and unborn sibling safe from any harm.

Announcing his wife's pregnancy to his two best friends and their respective families had been the most he ever smiled. Choza had shed tears at the prospect of spoiling a new niece or nephew, Inoichi had hugged him and gone on an entire rant about how the oldest of them three was probably having a mid life crisis. Ino and Choji both badgered Shikamaru into promising to bring his new sibling for play dates with Asuma, they were ecstatic at having a baby cousin.

The day Yoshino was scheduled to reveal the gender had been the day his entire world changed. Both he and Shikamaru had asked for the day off so that the entire family could be present during the appointment. Maybe Shikaku had already subconsciously dubbed his unborn child a boy, he had already raised a boy into a very fine young man so doing this a second time would be easy, still special but not life changing.

But when Tsunade-sama had cheerfully announced that his child was a girl Shikaku's world stopped. A girl, a daughter. Nara Shikaku was going to have a daughter. He thought back to when Inoichi had been blessed with Ino, while he and Choza had spewed joke after joke about him being wrapped around her finger Inoichi had simply donned a dopey smile and stated he wouldn't have it any other way. It seemed ridiculous then but now it was clear, Shikaku would give everything and more for his daughter. He was brought out of his high by his wife's hand tightening around his, a joyful sob escaping her throat. She wasn't the only one who grew emotional at the reveal, Shikamaru had on a very rare full smile and he himself felt his eyes grow wet as a smile erupted on his face.

Bringing himself out of his memories was a young nurse, most likely an intern from the Genin Corps, she brought news of how Yoshino's labor was progressing. It wasn't. The last four hours had him and his son waiting for any sort of update and seeing the nurse filled them with hope of seeing the newest addition to their family. Except they couldn't.

"Yoshino-san has been pushing for hours...baby's heartbeat slowed...emergency caesarean surgery...I'm very sorry..."

Shikaku wasn't sure he was awake. His wife was undergoing emergency surgery right now in hopes of saving the life of their daughter but was hemorrhaging badly before they put her under. His unborn daughter's health was deteriorating faster than they expected. This entire conversation could not be real, this was a nightmare right? He would wake up and the nurses would inform him that his daughter and wife were okay. He would wake up and the nurses would inform him that his daughter and wife were okay. He was brought out of his grief stricken silence by the nurses next sentence.

"In the event that we cannot secure the health of both mother and child, which should we prioritize Nara-san?"

No, they were not asking him this. How was he supposed to decide which life was worth saving in the event they described. His wife, his partner of 15 years, the mother of his son could lose her life right here, right now if he decided it. On the other hand his daughter could have life taken away from her before she even has a chance to experience it.

Shikaku couldn't weigh Yoshino's life against his baby, he loved them both unconditionally and losing either of them would break him. In the midst of his emotional turmoil he heard his son sob. It wasn't a quiet sob either, it was one of anguish. Yoshino was Shikamaru's rock. While Shikaku could provide him with love and support in his own way Yoshino was usually the one who dealt with Shikamaru's emotions.

Losing Yoshino wouldn't just break his son, it would kill him. Even if he loved his little sister Yoshino was his mother, the one who would hold him when he cried, scold him when was lazing about and praise him when he completes his missions. Shikaku couldn't take Yoshino away from Shikamaru, not without losing a son as well.

"M-My wife, please, I'm begging you, w-we can't lose Yoshino."

The weight of his words seemed to hang in the air of the waiting room, the nurse's eyes showing nothing but pity for the anguished father and son.

"Of course Nara-san. We will do our best to save them both, rest assured that Tsunade-sama is the best medical ninja in all of fire country."

With that last statement the nurse quickly turned and scurried away, surely to relay Shikaku's response to the doctors in charge. Turning to sit in the hard, plastic chairs Shikaku could not help but hate himself and allow himself to be filled with guilt. He just possibly doomed his daughter, the very child he swore he would protect and love.

He grabbed Shikamaru's hand in his, a quick look of his face revealing his own guilt on the situation. It wasn't a situation they had prepared for, the man renowned for thinking of every possible outcome and planning accordingly hadn't seen this coming at all. Holding his son's hand like a life line Shikaku did what he hadn't done in years. He prayed. He wasn't sure what he believed in but he prayed to every deity he knew and all the ones he didn't. He prayed that both his wife and daughter would be fine. He prayed for forgiveness in choosing his wife over his daughter. When he felt like there were no longer any words to say he did the next best thing he could think of.

Shikaku cried.

When Yoshino came to she was aware of two things only, she felt like she had just been torn apart by Kumo nin and also that her protruding stomach was now much more flat. As she slowly became more aware she also noticed her husband and son sitting in chairs next to her bed heads propped up on her bed, hair fanned out and obviously sleeping. This filled her with unfiltered glee, her family was here together now all she needed was to hold her baby girl and the entire scene would be perfect.

She gently shook her husband awake, unable to hide her smile at the idea of holding her daughter but was quick to allow her smile to fall when she saw her husbands expression. It was painstakingly clear that something was wrong by the way he jerked awake as looked at her. Come to think of it don't they usually place newborns in the same room as their mothers so they can bond and go through feedings?

"Shikaku, where's our daughter?''

By this time her son had awaken as well. His expression showing unadulterated grief and sorrow. Dread filled Yoshino, something devastating had to have happened for both of her boys to be so affected. She was already connecting the dots but she didn't want to believe it to be true, this had nothing to do with her baby. Her baby was fine, the nurses probably took her to have normal test done. Tears quickly filled her eyes as she watched her husband inhale deeply and run his hands down his face. In this moment he did not look his age of 39, he looked far older.

"There were complications with her birth, you began hemorrhaging while delivering her. Do you remember that love?"

His voice was gentle, barely above a whisper. Yoshino nodded because yes she did remember, in fact she remembered everything up until they knocked her out for surgery.

"Yes, yes I remember that. I remember them preparing me for surgery as well. They were gonna save our baby's life because my body was too weak to deliver her on my own. Shikaku what aren't you telling me."

Yoshino's voice steadily rose until it was if they were having a normal conversation. Tsunade said they were doing what was best for both her and the baby, so where was her baby now?

"Yoshino, they encountered more complications during the surgery. It reached a point where a choice had to be made. They would do their best to save you both but in the event that one had to be prioritized over the other I chose you."

She wasn't sure she was hearing clearly. Her husband had not just said what she think he did. Yoshino felt all the air leave her lungs and struggled to regain her breath. Shikaku could see his wife quickly devolving into hysterics so he hastily added on what little news they were left with.

"She isn't dead... not yet at the very least. Her heart wasn't producing a steady beat and they couldn't get her to breath on her own but she was alive Yoshino. They took her into surgery as quickly as they detached her from you. We haven't seen her yet, but she's alive Yoshino. Our daughter is alive, she's fighting to stay alive. Don't fall apart when she needs us to be strong."

While it was better news than what she had feared Yoshino still could not stop a few tears from escaping her. Shikaku was right, he had to be strong, if not for herself then for her daughter and if not for her then for Shikamaru. Looking at the 13 nearly 14 year old she couldn't help but understand why Shikaku had chosen for her to be saved.

And so the family linked hands once again and prayed.

After a nearly 11 hour heart and lung surgery the baby Nara was introduced to her awaiting family. Tsunade wasn't one who believed in miracles, she based her opinions on facts and probabilities however after watching the tiny Nara who by every account should be dead open her eyes and see her parents for the first time she was certain that someone in a very high place was watching over that child.

The baby girl would most likely need a heart transplant before she turned five and would also need to deal with pretty severe asthma but she was alive. Watching the family cry tears of joy rather than grief filled Tsunade with a sort of cheer and she felt herself walk away with a skip in her step.

Hearing that the surgery had been a success lifted the biggest burden Shikaku had ever felt off of his shoulders. He wasn't sure he would have been able to cope with the guilt of knowing his newborn had died because of a choice he had made.

He saw the tension leave his son's shoulders as well, his eyes filled with hope, hope that his baby sister would be healthy enough to meet. His wife looked close to tears again, the young nurse had visited once more after Yoshino had come to, only to explain that in order to stop the hemorrhaging they had to remove her uterus. Yoshino would no longer be able to have children of her own. Shikaku saw the dread only increase in his wife's heart, if their baby died they couldn't try again in the future.

But that didn't matter now because their daughter had fought and won. Their baby was alive, and Shikaku wanted nothing more than to just take her home and love her with everything he had.

The moment Tsunade entered the room with a small bundle wrapped in a baby pink blanket all thought left Shikaku. He simply watched as Tsunade carefully laid the small girl into his wife's outstretched arms. He vaguely notices that Tsunade is speaking to them, something about his daughter needing more surgeries in the future but he cannot bring himself to really process her words because all of his attention is currently being held by the absolute beauty in Yoshino's arms.

His daughter was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Thick, black waves of hair adorned her head contrasting Shikamaru's which was thin and straight, she shared his nose and ears but had full lips which at the moment were curled into the most adorable pout Shikaku had ever seen.

Yoshino began softly speaking to her, coaxing her to open her eyes. She seemed to recognize her mother's voice because she let out the smallest of sounds, as if confirming that Yoshino is her mother. Soon Shikamaru is also trying to coax his sister into seeing the world for the first time, and it seems as though that does her in. Shikaku cannot help the tearful smile at the sight of his daughters onyx eyes.

"Both Yoshino and your baby need to stay here for a few more days but should be fine to take home by the end of the week. Her wounds will need to be redressed every three hours with a special salve we are making for you now. A nurse will be back with additional medication for her as well. She is considerably small despite being a full term baby being only 15 and a half inches long and 5.43 pounds. Despite this she seems to have taken the surgery well and shows no signs of her size being an issue. Do you have a name for her yet?"

This time Shikaku finds his voice, no longer soft and filled with worry.

"Ayumi. Nara Ayumi.''

When you regained your bearings you were acutely aware of three details. First, wherever it is you were, it was cold as shit. Seriously, you felt as if you had been dropped in the snow and left to freeze and oh didn't that bring back some memories.

Second, you could not move. Whatever happened had now resulted in your limbs being strapped tight against your body. This wasn't as restrictive as the dark room had been but nonetheless it still frightened you, at the very least whatever they were using to restrain you was incredibly soft and plush.

Third, there was some source of light wherever you were being held. It was bright and burned you through your closed eyelids. How long has it been since you'd seen light, since you had actually been able to see something aside from black nothingness?

Regardless of how uncomfortable you felt at not being able to move and the dramatic drop in temperature you decided that this was better than the room. With time your eyes would adjust to being exposed to light and you would be able to be aware of everything around you.

Despite not being able to open your eyes just yet and not being able to flail about you could feel that you were moving. Someone or something was moving you, carrying you almost like you were a baby. This led to more confusion on your end, if this was a person carrying you then they must have been giant and extremely strong. You weren't particularly tall in stature and weight you did gain had been in muscle but this by no means made you easy to carry.

As if confirming your giant human theory you heard them speak, you couldn't place their voice. It wasn't one of the three regular voices you heard while stuck in your room. Just as you were about to ask whoever was holding you to identify themselves and give you answers, someone else spoke. You figured they were speaking in response to the first voice and then you were being passed into someone else's arms. Now not only did you feel the softness of your confines but also some sort of round pillow press against your side. These round pillows radiated gentle warmth and you found yourself pressing closer in an attempt to raise your body temperature.

You heard what could have been a door closing but you weren't entirely sure given your eyes still hadn't adjusted to the sudden exposure to light. The person holding you began softly stroking you face, their warm finger easily cupping your supple cheek. Then the person spoke.

"My baby, my beautiful baby girl you're finally here. I've been waiting for so long to hold you and now your here. Oh you're so perfect, my perfect daughter. Open your eyes for momma, momma wants to see her baby's eyes."

Oh, that voice you did recognize, it was the woman you had heard while in your room. You still weren't sure what they were saying, they spoke in a language that vaguely sounded familiar but you didn't understand. Disregarding the obvious language barrier you tried talking to her, maybe if you told her your name and asked nicely she would answer some questions you had. You opened your mouth to speak but all you were able to produce was a small whine. That was enough for the woman to start talking again, she was close you could feel her breath fan against your face. Then a second voice joined the woman, the young male. Two voices you had come to love were here. You wanted to see them, to see their faces and know them.

With every ounce of strength you forced your lids open enough to allow a sliver of light through, it was bright, familiar and comforting. Maybe the man and woman had wanted you to see them because their voices sounded much happier now. Slowly you allowed your eyes to open fully taking notice that everything was a mess of blurs, colors looked washed out and shapes were nonexistent.

As your eyes fully opened the man and woman stopped talking. You could barely make out a face not too far from your own, messy with tears and snot but smiling nonetheless. You realized that the soft round pillows were not pillows but breasts, you were snuggling into the woman's breasts. Startled, you turned your head as far away from the woman's bosom as you could, locking eyes with a young male across the woman's bed.

The lad's eyes shone with an emotion you weren't sure you understood, come to think of it you understood absolutely nothing about anything that was currently happening. Before you could begin to protest being held and ogled the same voice which carried you into the room spoke.

"Do you have a name for her yet?"

Completely lost and getting plenty annoyed you tried your best to wiggle free of your restraints, someone had better start explaining what the hell was going on or there would be hell to pay later. Tears of frustration gathered in your now tired eyes, a ball forming at the back of your throat and anxiety filled your empty and hungry stomach.

Who were these people, why were they giant compared to you, why couldn't you formulate words, where was your handler, what language were they speaking, these and many more questions needed answers. Before the first sob could escape your throat one final voice spoke.

"Ayumi. Nara Ayumi"

As quick as your tears came, they left. They left because you knew that voice. Quickly your eyes darted around the room, when they failed to find the source of the voice you turned your head back towards the woman's breasts. Your eyes locked with two teary, onyx eyes framed by short, thin eyebrows, a narrow nose, thin lips, a black goatee and two long faded scars running parallel from each other. One starting from the middle of his forehead curving above his right eyebrow and disappearing into his hairline while the other started just under the prominent stress lines under his eyes and faded into his jawline.

The man's voice was firm, whatever he had just said he was completely sure of himself and that comforted you greatly. Perhaps this situation was less than ideal but if he stayed with you then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. These voices were your friends, if they had wanted to hurt you then they would have done so already. Your eyes stayed unwaveringly locked with those of the man, he was smiling you noted, a small kind smile which reassured you that you weren't in any harm.

Just as you let yourself relax the woman shifted her hold on you. She bent her legs so that you could stay propped up against them, giving you an unobstructed view of the three of them.

Huh come to think of it the kid kinda looks like a mix of the two adults, how peculiar.

As quickly as that thought came, it left because now the woman was undoing the thin gown she was wearing. Your confusion must have been clearly shown on your face since the man let out a deep chuckle, running a calloused finger along the right side of your face. Focusing entirely on the mesmerizing man you failed to notice that you again had been lifted and repositioned until something was pressing against your face. Startled you opened your mouth to protest only to have a nub fill the open space.

Okay, I'm sucking this woman's breast. I've seen Tony do weirder things so this doesn-

Your eyes widened at the very sudden realization. The size difference, breast sucking, the dark room, the inability to speak, everything you could remember started falling into place, like pieces of a puzzle. You weren't being held against your will in isolation, your dark room wasn't even a room to begin with. You were a baby. All of the fuckery before this had been your life inside of this woman, who you now assume is your mother. Did that mean the man was your father and the kid your brother, would you have to live your life as a baby despite having all of the memories of you past life?

I jumped off a cliff on Vormir for the Soul Stone, I died. How the hell did I end up here?

Not allowing yourself to propagate a migraine you pushed all of your worries to the back of your mind and proceeded to do what seemed like the best course of action. You gently began to suck on the wom- your mother's nipple. Pleasantly surprised at how warm and sweet the milk tasted you relaxed until you had your fill, finding your mother's hold safe and comfortable. Your eyes felt heavy, you yourself felt completely drained despite having done absolutely nothing. Slowly you felt yourself drift off into a warm sleep, hoping you could enjoy this new family, this new chance at life, all thoughts of worry left you. All except one.

Oh fuck, Steve is going to kill me for dying.

Someone stood on top of a giant fox, they were wearing red armor and wielded some sort of sword shaped like an upright bass. Their hair resembled a lion's mane more than human hair and they stood proud, power was rolling off of them in thick waves which made breathing almost impossible. His eyes were blood red, he had tears in his eyes but his posture told you he wasn't sad, he was angry. Before you could further analyze the man an ocean blue mist surrounded him. The mist was humanoid in shape and as it slowly solidified you realized it was dressed in ancient samurai armor, a mask hiding its facial features.

Then they spoke.

"Hashirama, you must learn to submit to the Uchiha! If you do then I won't have to end your life."

A shiver ran down your spine. Every part of your training told you to get out, this wasn't a battle you would have any chance of winning. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you noticed who this God was talking to. The second man - Hashirama, as the God had called him- had long, straight hair and a massive scroll strapped to his lower back. His face showed remorse and anguish, perhaps he too knew that this fight was one sided. Just as you began to feel pity for him he responded in a tone that demanded obedience.

"This is not the way to achieve peace my friend. We do not have to kill one another to live in harmony. I accept the Uchiha as a vital clan in Konoha, without you the village could not survive. Madara, you are and have been my friend since childhood. Do not make me hurt you!"

This seemed to enrage Madara, he let out a battle cry and suddenly the fox was attacking. Before the fox could close in on Hashirama a giant Buddah statue rose from the ground and restrained the livid animal. The air around Hashirama changed, it grew thick and heavy as prominent black markings appeared on his face. The anguished look was still there but beside it was something else, determination. This man was dead set on making his point clear.

"Bold of you to assume you can even lay one scratch on me Hashirama! In order for there to be peace someone must govern over the masses, and that someone will be me!"

As that declaration left Madara's lips both men leapt into the air. Madara swung his cello shield and scythe at the same time as Hashirama swung a massive sword. Both weapons clashed in a beautiful display of swordsmanship, both men never hesitating to charge and calculating their blows for maximum damage.

You were completely captivated by the entire scene. There weren't many times you were left speechless because of someone else's skill set but this was unlike anything you have ever seen before. You had to learn how they were doing what they were doing, if you did then your rank would skyrocket and you would no longer work under The Madame.

As the thought entered your mind Hashirama destroyed the massive blue samurai and delivered the finishing blow to Madara, his sword completely penetrating his friends chest. There was no way any man could survive a wound that big, they would simply bleed out before any help would get there.

Pain and a haunting look of defeat adorned Madara's face. Hashirama too looked pained, if what he said had been true then the man dying by his hand was a long time friend. He bent down close to Madara and whispered something you couldn't make out, attempting to hear the words you realized that their entire conversation before this had made sense to you. You could understand what they were saying, which meant it had to have been a language you knew.

That's right! In your line of work being multilingual was a necessity, travelling at the drop of a name forced you to become very familiar with different countries customs in order to blend in. You could feel the memories trying to break your focus from the men. You assumed that Madara had passed when Hashirama stood slowly and took a deep breath, his shoulders shook as silent tears made their way down his face.

"I wish our paths could have been different, you were my brother and I loved you greatly. You do not need to worry Madara, the Uchiha will continue to be one of the noble clans of Konoha. Our father's planted the seed of hatred in our hearts, but I promise I will not let it consume me. This valley will be dedicated to you, my brother, your legacy will live long after your death. I promise to bring peace to our village. You fought well, Madara."

Hashirama's words stayed with you long after he had left. You hadn't felt the tears build in your eyes until you felt them dampen your pants. It was ridiculous how affected you felt by Madara's death and Hashirama's grief, you didn't know them at all. As your tears fell you couldn't help but let out a humorless laugh.

Both men had been speaking japanese.

Waking up had been hell, something was definitely not right and that was ignoring the vivid and tumultuous dream. You're entire chest felt like it had been set on fire, an incident which hadn't happened in a very long time.

Completely caught off guard you let out an ear splitting wail, hoping that someone would hear you and come help. It seemed to have worked perfectly because your father all but sprinted to your side and began scanning your body in an attempt to see what was wrong. Throwing procedure out the window you allowed yourself to sob and flail your limbs, making a weak attempt to scratch at your chest.

By this time you could see who was presumably your brother stand at your father's side, worry and panic clearly shown on his young face. Your attempts to reach your chest seemed to have keyed in your father to what was wrong because he gently pulled your arms away and quickly ordered his son to leave.

Once your brother was out of the room your father smoothly scooped you up into his arms trying to calm you down. He brought you closer to your mother and began to softly speak to you.

"Shh sweetheart, I know it hurts. Your brother went to go get the doctor so they can help you get better. C'mon baby girl don't cry, be strong for your daddy."

After being able to recognize the language everyone seemed to be speaking you understood what your father was saying. This confirmed that the kid was indeed your brother and that this was your new family. You wanted to stop crying, it felt unnatural to do so after not having done it in so long but the burning wouldn't stop. If anything it got progressively worse which only increased the volume of your wails.

Suddenly you couldn't take in enough air to continue your tantrum, the ball in your throat seemingly tripled in size and obstructed air from entering your lungs. Panicked, you gripped your father's fingers as tightly as you could, wet coughs tried to clear your throat but to no avail. Your father seemed to notice your lack of intake of breath as he carefully passed you to your mother and fled the room, presumably to threaten the doctor into seeing you at this very moment.

Your stared up to your mother's face, she had large dark bags underneath her eyes, her hair was particularly messy, worry lines appearing on her forehead and immediately you felt guilty. She probably hadn't gotten much sleep since birthing you and now you had her and everyone else bordering panic. You wanted to tell her you were sorry, none of this was her fault, that if this situation wasn't reversible you would be the easiest baby to raise. The most you could manage to do was nuzzle your face against her breasts and grip her finger but even such a small action caused you to go light headed.

Just as your brain was about to shut down due to lack of oxygen the door to your room slammed open revealing your father, brother and a beautiful blonde woman. Said woman quickly took you from your mother and held a glowing green hand over your chest, the relief was instant. Greedily you sucked air into your lungs, you no longer were sobbing but tears still steadily made their way down your face.

You turned your attention away from the beauty in front of you to your brother. He too looked worn out. You stretched your arms as much as you could his way, wanting to reassure him that you were fine.

"Well would you look at that, she seems to want Shikamaru-kun to hold her. Would you like to hold your sister while we redress her wounds?"

The blonde woman was moving closer to your brother as she spoke, a mischievous smirk splayed on her face. Your brother looked conflicted as he spoke.

"Won't I hurt her? I don't want to cause any more pain than she's already in."

After voicing his concerns the blonde let out a slight laugh.

"Ah Yoshino what you said was right! All Nara men are dramatic sissy's when it comes to family. She'll be fine kid, if you haven't noticed already, she's got a lot of fight in her. You won't hurt her, and even then we'll all be here to help out if something goes wrong."

With that she all but dropped you into your brother's arms, immediately unbuttoning your onesie and peeling back a thick medical bandage. You couldn't lift your head enough to see your chest but judging by the amount of blood left on the bandage you could only assume your birth hadn't gone smoothly.

Rather than worry about your wound you instead chose to study your brothers face. It was uncanny how much your brother did resemble your father, it seemed the only feature he received from your mother were his eyebrows. Aside from that he was an exact replica of your father.

This you found extremely charming, so much so that you put on your biggest smile and held your arms up to his face. He seemed genuinely surprised at your expression but smiled back and quickly held one of your tiny hands up to his cheek. As you both gazed at each other a flash was seen and a click was heard. With speed you hadn't known he possessed your brother's head turned towards your father, his expression the complete opposite of what it had been meer seconds ago.

"Really dad? I bet you're going to show everyone that photo now, how troublesome."

Your father was holding a camera and grinning widely. Your mother was quietly laughing into her fist, her expression no longer borderline panicked but at ease.

Something swelled within your chest, at first you worried that it was another medical emergency but you quickly realized it wasn't. You were left speechless, your mouth was left open in utter bewilderment at this once nonexistent feeling filling your heart. Looking first at your mother, your father, and finally your brother you couldn't help but feel affection towards them, you loved them.

"Oi what's with the face imouto? You know if you make faces then your face will freeze and you'll have that look forever."

Your brother quickly brought you back towards your parents, both of whom cooed at your adorable expression.

"Well I'll be taking my leave now. Should she or Yoshino need anything else please get a doctor or nurse but hopefully it won't come to that. A nurse will be here shortly to attach a few leads to her, just to keep her breathing and heart rate tracked. Shikamaru, Shikaku, both of you have the rest of the week off. Get to know the newest addition to the family and say goodbye to peaceful, uninterrupted sleep. "

The blonde beauty had a teasing smile on her face as she looked towards your family. At her last line your brother and father both groaned, your mother broke out into boisterous laughter and you simply blinked. The day had been filled with new faces and restless sleep so to say you were exhausted was an understatement.

As your new family continued to talk amongst each other your eyes slowly closed and you hoped with every ounce of your being that your sleep wouldn't be plagued by attractive, insanely powerful Japanese men.

The next few weeks passed by in a blur, most of your time awake was spent between your family and the blonde beauty. The pain in your chest would flare up almost every hour and it reached a point where you were taken into surgery.

In your past life you had been blessed with perfect health - well perhaps "blessed" wasn't the correct word for your condition, the Red Room had designed you to be the perfect spy after all. Falling asleep to an oxygen mask being placed on your body and waking up to an overall numbness in your chest was a foreign feeling though you quickly grew accustomed to it. It seemed almost every other day you would go into surgery only to come out and then be poked by numerous needles.

The process became dull with time and you longed for the day you could get up and walk. Once you had enough strength to walk you could start your training regiment and figure out what caused you to be reborn.

But for now all you could do was wait.

First edited chapter! This one is mostly just a mashup between the first and second chapter but I did add in a few more lines to add to the story. I'm currently editing chapter four and have made a few major changes to the story so I hope you understand my lack of update for the last twoish weeks! I'll be updating this story once again once I finish chapter five!