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Warning: There will be little dialogue in this chapter, in upcoming chapters there will be more.

My account got hacked and my story was deleted and my name changed so that is the reason for my sudden dissapearnce. Also the death I used actually happened to somebody, so. I hope you guys will enjoy.

I didn't expect anything after death, maybe a comforting warmth? Well the thing is I died, it was idiotic. I worked as an engineering student at this peanut butter company. There was a leak on the roof so somebody asked me to look at it. I did and fell through , in hydrochloric acid, it was used to make the jars clean. It was fast and painful.

I suppose it was the fault of the guy sending me up, Danny, he never really liked me. Although he would never go as far as that.

I wonder what my parents would have thought, what an idiot? I was never one to think twice before I did something, it was something my middle brother also does. Looking back it might have been smarter to check where the leak was before I went on the roof.

The thing I feel most bad about is, that there won't be a body to bury. It isn't like I am going to be at my funeral or something, but I feel bad for my family.

But you can guess that I was surprised that after my death, I was in a comforting tight darkness. After a while, I have no idea how long it felt like a month, I was suddenly ripped away from it. I won't go into details about my birth because it wasn't the most pleasant feeling in the world. It came down to me being reborn.

After my first cry, it hit me, I was a baby. It seemed unreal, it felt like a horrible nightmare. Yet here I was laying in the arms of my new mother together with my twin brother.

This could be a new start, but did I actually want one? I just wanted to lay on the couch together with my family and watch Netflix. Didn't all of this only happen in movies, you know the kind where the main character makes the world a better place and everybody lives happily ever after. The chances of being reborn were so small, and yet here I was laying.

It was also some sort of exciting. I certainly regretted a lot, but I didn't mess it up that badly. I died happy, and that was a good thing right? This is a new opportunity, unless I was reborn in the world of the hunger games or something like that.

I was given to a new pair of arms. They were familiar, yet more tentative, as if they didn't know what to do with a newborn baby.

I was carried into a new room and learned pretty soon that this wasn't the hospital but possibly my new home. What felt like an hour later, another baby was lain next to me. I couldn't see, as my body didn't want to turn but I could feel his comforting presence near me.

After a while I think a part of my mind started acting like that of a baby, the lack of control and the sudden wailing being the result. It was only logical. But I could pick things up, some words. Like Yuuki, I think that is my name. But I was never the best at Japanese.

In all honesty I had no idea on what to do after my rebirth. My body never listened to me and being treated the way I am, is humiliating. Did you ever know what it feels like getting breast feed, didn't think so. Everything was so different, it was confusing and unpleasant. I just wanted to go home.

I couldn't blame my new parents were very warm people. Everything about them seemed gentle, always patient and kind. You could feel it from the way they acted and the way their voices spoke to us.

Time as a child feels weird, everything always seems to take so long. It did take me awhile before I finally opened my eyes, once I did, I stared. It was probably a weird sight, seeing a baby examine everything around her.

My parents looked a lot alike, dark hair and pale skin. My mother wasn't anything special, waving black hair that was put in a bun, stray hairs hanging out of it. A pale heart shaped face with high cheeks bones and sharp black eyes with long lashes. She wore elegant clothes that were scaringly traditional. She wore kimono's, which was weird since who wore kimono's these days?

My dad looked gentle and at the same time he held this strong aura around him. He had short straight hair, small eyes and a pale face with a strong jaw line.

The fact that my dad one day walked into my shared room with an armor on, sent the alarm bells on. Not to mention their traditional clothing and speaking of Japanese.

I hadn't figured it out until I met two members of my family. They were close relatives apparently. It was Tajima and his highly pregnant wife Shizumi Uchiha with their four sons who came to congratulate my parents on their twin. With them they had three boys. The oldest being ten years old named Akira. The second oldest being Hayate, Seven years I guess. The second youngest, the five year old Ren. And the youngest named Madara, two years old. They introduced themselves in a jokingly way to us, but I never figured it out till later.

I didn't understand the language so I had no idea as to what my parents were saying to Tajima and Shizuka. I tried to listen and picked out a two words Madara and Uchiha. In my last life I enjoyed reading manga and watching Naruto during my entire school period. I had remembered to two names being an awkward teenager with nothing better to do, I hate to admit I knew quite a lot about naruto. But why they would discuss an anime show, during what seemed like a serious conversation, I have no clue.

As I grew older I found why. After the months I started understanding Japanese completely. I couldn't speak it, as my body was still too underdeveloped for it. The first time me and my brother Shisui were taken on a visit was on a rainy day. It wasn't a far walk for my parents, and we met a new face. The face of Izuna Uchiha.

When the adults again started talking and I understood what they were saying. The shock when I found out, was indescribable. I knew finally when and where I was, but this went against every expectation I had. I never thought of this, even landing in the Harry potter world seemed more logical now. I hoped I had heard things wrong and continued to stare at Tajima during our stay. He didn't notice it or simply decided to ignore it.

After this meeting I didn't see them for a couple months. Me and Shisui started crawling around the house and making sounds that were far from a language. It drove my mother crazy, she scolded us a lot for trying to get out of the house. We kept trying it over and over again. Shisui and me grew closer, he was the only one I had except my parents, but being around somebody twenty four seven gave you a close bond. Even if he was a baby.

We lived in what in I thought was a house, and when I occasionally got carried around with Shisui, I would look out the slanted windows and see small houses littering the streets. Only forests and trees surrounding us. There was a constant rain that usually fell, so it must have been around winter. It was a compound, I often saw strangers walking on the streets.

I quickly forgot my old life, it was the easiest way of handling it. I had a new family now, whose names will be etched in my heart.

My father was a rare sight. I didn't think of him as a person who wouldn't care about his children, so I had a hunch he was a shinobi. After crawling around and finding kunai's around the house, it was confirmed.

I think he suspected me and Shisui of being reborn, he didn't baby talk to us. He spoke to us about things like philosophers and history, nothing cruel. He wasn't cold towards us, he was rather kind and gentle and yet distant.

He sometimes spoke to us about his childhood, the part of his childhood where he didn't have to fight. He spoke about games he played and even about a younger sister he lost.

He always looked at us with a look, as if he expected us to suddenly talk back to him and jump out of the crib. He spoke to us as if we were equals.

Shisui was a nice presence to be around with, he was never loud or childish. It was like he understood me perfectly, so we were basically always together. If I didn't follow him, he followed me and it was sort of nice.

I thought of my life here as bearable nowadays. My mother was constantly around with Shisui, and they were nice people. It was calm and it was peaceful. People rarely came to visit and if they did, me and Shisui were always put to bed.

My first months were spent trying to learn Japanese, play with Shisui and observe my father and mother. Within those months I realized something, something I hadn't thought of before. I now had Chakara. I learned this after I saw a shinobi do a justu on the street as I looked out of the window. I started looking for it and I found a weird sensation in my body.

Do you know the feeling you get in your stomach when you see the one you love. I am not talking about your crush, but love. It was that feeling of butterflies in your stomach that I got. The only difference was that it cold, not the pleasant warmth that you got otherwise.

I didn't know what I was doing or whatever it was dangerous but something didn't feel right. I had to puke and was sick for an entire week. I had decided that I would never try this again without supervisors.

I was a normal boring human, so this new concept of chakara scared me. I wasn't meant to be here, I never had chakara. Sure having chakara in this world is normal and I wanted to make a difference, but being a ninja? Killing people and using this weird stuff, it didn't sit with me well.

The thought of having to kill someone one day, bothered me. After a couple days I decided to leave this dreaded choice to the future. I was too young to use chakara and worrying about something like that now wouldn't make things better.

I didn't know if women were allowed to even fight here. But being helpless, it didn't feel safe. Somebody could kill you with his bare hands simply because you are an Uchiha, I didn't want to depend on other people for my safety.

After a while mother decided we were old enough to play with other children. Her first choice, you guessed it, Izuna Uchiha.

It was never special, just a baby crawling after me and trying to steal stuff and claim it is his. We rarely saw his brothers. Madara was around the house most of time doing stuff, but the other three ,of who I forgot the names, they were away during the day.

Seeing Madara again made me think. Was I send here by some great power to change things? I was a baby, I couldn't even go to the bathroom at the moment. How was I planning on changing this world? I knew from seeing Madara, that the madness wasn't there, maybe hidden somewhere in the dark. But as a kid he was innocent. Blaming him now for something he didn't do would be dumb, especially since I didn't know any of those people he would hurt. So why should I care?

I had family, I had a second family here. That although I hate to admit it, it felt like betrayal to my real family, I loved them. I loved mother and Shisui, even father. I wanted to protect them.

In my first year nothing really happened. Me and Shisui could speak and walk. You could hardly call it walking we ran around the house most of the time. Izuna came over to play a lot, he sort of became my cute little brother. I think Shisui thought the same, the way he was acting towards me was adult like. Shisui was rather smart, he was better than me at everything. He could speak earlier than me, he could walk earlier than me, anything you can imagine he did better. Even going to the bathroom.

Izuna was rather different, he was much slower than us at everything. He was two months younger but his level of intelligence compared to Shisui was on a different level. Shisui out shone me in everything.

We are quite competitive, it is something that runs in the Uchiha blood. We went to Izuna's house a lot. Madara and Hikaku, a boy his age, played with us a lot. We always played something along the lines of ninja. We always had two teams, Madara and me, and, Hikaku, Izuna and Shisui.

It was fun, I must say Madara always spoiled Izuna, so Izuna got away with a lot during those games because nobody wanted to anger Madara. He quite short tempered.

Despite his temper he was a nice person to be around with. We got along, and he never got angry at me, so we made a good team. On the other hand, Shisui's and Madara's personality's clashed, I didn't understand why but Shisui always hated Madara. In return Madara started acting to same way towards Shisui.

To my surprise Shisui taught me how to use my chakara. I always had in the back of my mind that Shisui might have also been reborn, but this confirmed it. I never told it him though.

Shisui was sticking a leaf to his forehead for a couple seconds and turned towards me, handing me a new leaf. We were hidden behind a couple bushes behind out house. "Now you try." I took the leaf and pushed it on my forehead. I tried collecting chakara. I tried to collect the collect the weird feeling and after a few minutes I tried moving it to my head, when I thought it was safe I released my hand and saw the leaf slowly falling.

I looked disappointed at Shisui. He petted my head and smiled at me. "Next time better, imouto."

He taught me things like sticking a leaf to my forehead and sticking them to different fingers and many other chakara control exercises. He taught what the concept of chakara was and the things you can do with it and many other things.

Our first birthday was small, it was us, mother, father, Shizuka, Izuna, Madara and to my surprise Hikaku came along with them. There was no cake or candles, which was different, but I guess they have different traditions here. Our presents were a set of wooden kunai and shuriken and a kimono for both of us.

It was a nice gathering. It was Izuna mostly talking, since now he could, and Madara and Shisui arguing over something. It was nice, it was comforting, this feeling felt like home.

They ate with us and me, Shisui and Izuna were given baby food like normal. Madara teased us about not eating grown-up food and in return Shisui dumped some of his food on Madara's plate.

I got into the rhythm of this new life as well as I could. Most of my time was spent fooling around with Shisui and Izuna. I even practiced my chakara with Shisui on daily basis. A couple weeks after my birthday Izuna announced he would get another brother. Shizuka was again pregnant.

It made me realize that in comparison to Izuna's family, mine was small. It was just the four of us, and I didn't think my mother was planning on getting pregnant soon. I kind of missed it having another sibling, I used to be the youngest child with two older brothers. I could always come to them with problems, and I knew that I could always come to Shisui. It just wasn't the same.

When Shizuka got further into the pregnancy she got sick after three months. Right after Izuna's birthday. She could barely come out of bed and me, Shisui and mother came to her house a lot to help Shizuka. In this period I found out mother and Shizuka were childhood friends, they were raised together at the orphanage.

It went fast- after two weeks of falling ill- Shizuka passed away. It was sudden and Tajima, Hayate, Ren and Akira weren't even there. They were all out on a mission. Madara and Izuna stayed at our house for three days, and the day Tajima returned the funeral was held.

Akira, Hayate and Ren weren't there, they were still on the mission. It was quite saddening that they didn't even know their own mother had died.

Madara and Izuna were shaking and crying, they were standing behind Tajima. Tajima held a straight face throughout the funeral but even I could see in his eyes that he was sad. I had never seen this many people of the clan together, it must have been two thousand people, mostly women and children.

Mother was standing between Madara and Izuna, holding hands with them and giving comforting words to them. It saddened me to see such a nice person as Shizuka who was welcoming and kind to everybody die so sudden. She hadn't deserved this.

As if father read the frustration from my eyes, he gave a comforting squeeze to my shoulder. I looked up and saw his kind black orbs stare back at me. "It isn't fair." I mumbled.

He smiled. "The world isn't fair Yuuki. Sometimes the best people will get taken first. " I looked at my feet. "But they will get taken to a better place without war and bloodshed." He spoke on a low voice.

After the funeral Madara and Izuna stayed over at our house a lot. We played a lot with them, and I found the weird hobby to play shogi with Madara. It was a lot like chess. We would play even most of the time, it still felt like an accomplishment even if he was mentally twenty years or so younger. I didn't know the game and was horrible at chess.

My days were peaceful and I was happy. I knew this innocent bliss wouldn't last much longer, but I wanted to enjoy for as long as I could. The only thing that made me train harder was that after half a year the now four year old Madara was taken by his father to train. He would have to go to the battlefield in just one year.

I rarely saw him now a days. Shisui and I decided we would need to train more and we did, every minute Izuna wasn't here and our mother wasn't looking we were training. Even when we were supposed to sleep Shisui taught me about the human anatomy or fuuinjustu or genjustu, it came down to us being very busy and me having a lot of trouble keeping up with Shisui.

Thank you for the patience. I hope you guys will enjoy the changes and I know it is a short chapter but it is only to get the story started. Also please tell me if you like this new way of telling better than the old because, I did my best and I would really like to improve. Also Madara will be seen a lot less after this chapter and there will be more dialogue. And Madara and Izuna's older brothers will be seen more often after this chapter.

Question to you:

If you would be reborn into the time of the founders, in which clan? And who would be your brother or sister?

Answer:

I think I would be reborn into the Uchiha clan. I hold a lot of love towards my family and would go far to protect them. I think I would have Naruto Uzumaki as my sibling. He is a bit of both of my own siblings