Second Story. My friends are in a field trip right now and is getting me delicious food. I dun need them boys. FOOD OVER BOYS ANYTIME! FOOD OVER FRIENDS!...sometimes?

Chapter 1

I stared dully at the ceiling. There was absolutely nothing to do. Nothing. Because these people were too busy with something else. Well, time to count my times table. 2 times 2 is 4. 2 times 3 is 6. 2 times 4 is 8...

-Timeskip very much, Timeline, OC is 6 years old-

I was known as Akame in this life. One of the few who wasn't named by the orphanage. The name Akame was carved into my pendant by someone who was probably my family.

I had lived this life normally... well, as normal as it can get. I understood that I was reborn in the Narutoverse, the anime that I know very well but had forgotten the plot of.' 'I understood that I saw a blue-grey color when I first woke up, the person who left me here. I think that I originated from Kirigakure because the only colors that I've seen that is either blue, or grey or both, is from there. I didn't hope for anything. I didn't hope to become a Mary sue, or like most fanfictions, become someone important to the plot.

I didn't want to involve myself with anything. Not the anime, not the plot, and oh god, definitely not the main characters. Their luck was so bad but so good in every mission they take. Always life threatening until someone does something about it.

I can't believe that the characters don't bother learning something a lot better than absolutely nothing. The main characters barely even learn any jutsus. I don't even think that the protagonist, cough Naruto cough, learnt anything from Jiraiya. The only thing he learnt from Jiraiya was the rasengan, the water-gliding thingy and possibly some Kyuubi tricks.

Rasengan is so over-used that everyone knows about it.

I was forced into the academy so that the caretakers didn't have to worry about me much. The academy was necessary for every child to attend. Only for a year before they decide which lifestyle they want to pursue. Though most of the children had been brainwashed to join the Shinobi Academy, I decided to join the Civilian Academy.

It was different from what I thought. The Civilian Academy was not like a regular school I had in the previous life. It's more like the Shinobi Academy, but Civilian version. They were taught agriculture, politics, economics, evacuations, languages, hand signals, precautions, and surprisingly, a normal gym period. The gym period had gymnastics and jogging to be able to escape anything along with self-defense. Every child was taught how to handle knives and how to defend themselves with it.

It was a Shinobi village after all, invasions were frequent.

When it was a break from school, about a week and three days. I would help the caretakers from the orphanage by going into the baby section and helping to take care of the infants. Maybe?)

I tried not to get close to them, I tried not to love them too much. I failed.

Every time a hopeful parent comes in, they would always adopt the tinier and dependent ones. They prefer the babies. With heavy heart, I always watched them leave.

This time, I asked the caretaker if I could have one baby to love and to care for along with the others. They stared at me with scrutiny, but reluctantly agreed. I looked around, even in the toddler section, I have never seen a certain blond, and I was inwardly grateful for it.

Then, I found a baby with orange tuft of hair. In her files, she was born from a seduction mission; mother was from a kunoichi born to a civilian family while the father was from Takigakure. It was unknown whether or not the father was a ninja. The mother was forced to give her up because of her family who already disapproves of her being a kunoichi.

The baby stayed asleep when I cradled her in my arms. She was mine from now on.

I told the caretaker that I've found a baby and they signed me of as a pair with the baby to whoever adopts either one of us. I didn't change the name of the child, given to her by her mother. My baby was named Moegi.

END!

I have no sense of things sometimes...But meh. I don't want anything to be as close as canon since everyone seems to be complaining in different stories that I shouldn't keep things canon. My arrangement is just absolutely horrendous. I just think about the stories that I want and randomly type it.

I bet Avisian is horrified by everything. Lol. I am good at thinking the big picture, but not the details...