I was born in a whore house on November 25. The year though I'm not quite sure of. That day the weather was pretty awful. It was all rain and lightening, and it almost seemed like the world was trying to deal with the fact that something that didn't belong was being put in there. And to be honest I didn't want to be here either. When it said going back, I thought it meant back to my body, my life. Not. . . were ever I was right now.

Many times in my past life I wondered why nobody ever seemed to remember being born and there was a simple explanation, being that you were to young to remember it, since you were just born your brain didn't have the capacity to store any memories for a long time. Now I'm going to take a guess and say even if you could remember anything of being birthed you would bury it to the deepest part of your mind because it's awful. Just imagine being shoved through the smallest space you can imagine and then shrink it and that's what it's like. It was enough to give me claustrophobia, and as if that wasn't enough there was this pain in my chest and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Being born felt almost as bad as giving birth.

Don't think you're free just yet, a voice whispered to me before I was pulled out and into the world.

My vision was blurry and I could see nothing in my left eye. The whole world was nothing but a blur. I could barely tell the difference between colors, and the easiest thing to see was light and dark. I could see shapes and edges but not what they made up.

I was afraid, as much as i hate to admit it. I could see the outline of people, but had no idea who they were. I could hear things being spoken around me and yet I didn't understand a word. And so I did the only thing I could do with this body. I cried. Normally, people are happy to hear newborns cry because it shows that they're lungs are working. But this only seemed to aggravate my mother, who was alone with the exception of me and one of her "co-workers", even more. I'm sure that if she still had the energy she would've hit me to try and get me to shut up, but well, good thing she didn't.

To solidify my growing feeling that my mother didn't want me was the fact that from what appeared to be coming from her, my eyes still were quite undeveloped, for all I know it could have been coming from the potted plant,was a look of something in between hate and disgust. I could fully understand hate, because even I knew that having a kid could seriously damage your job as a prostitute, but disgust? I didn't understand. She kept rambling in what appeared to be Japanese and pointing at my face. The other prostitute who had helped birthed me looked at me and nodded at my mother sympathetically.

Was I really that ugly? Did I have a huge mole? Was my nose in the wrong place?

It was only when my vision cleared up in my right eye but in my left eye it remained black that I realized what was wrong.

I was at the least, blind in my left.

I didn't think that it was missing like I might of thought because of what it did or anything because I could feel it there, in my socket, where it should be. But I couldn't blink, or feel myself blink, for that eye. It was there, but I guess my eye was just closed and it wasn't opening. I think in that moment I looked something like Kakashi Hatake in sharingan mode, with one eye closed.

In my past life my dad left me and my mom and my mom just couldn't handle raising me on her own so she dumped me at my Aunts house. My Aunt took me in of course, but I always got the feeling that she didn't really want me there. So I guess that's why when my mother wouldn't even take me from the other prostitute in the room to hold me, instead shoving away the arms that were offering me and walking out of the room muttering in Japanese, it really hurt. And that constricting feeling in my chest led me to start crying.

Again

She didn't even name me, I thought.

But the other prostitute, who's name I felt bad for not knowing, did. I learned it from a series of, "Shh, Tsukiko, shh."

And I was soon lulled to sleep by the comforting sound of words I didn't understand. Little did I know that while I slept, she was making plans to get rid of me.

And thus began life in the orphanage.


I was around two when I first realized that I wasn't just in some orphanage, in a small village, in rural Japan. Well the first two are right but not the last.

Really, now that I think about it, it should have been glaringly obvious where I was. What with people throwing words around like Fire Country, Konoha, and even shinobi. And then, to add to the things I should have noticed was this warm feeling starting from my stomach and flowing out to the rest of my body(chakra). But nope, I simply thought it was the warm happiness at finding a home, like in cheesy Disney movies. It took looking into a fucking mirror to make me understand who and where I was.

In my old world, my Aunt was pretty poor and the only way to go to college was for me to get a scholarship. So my schedule was filled with AP classes, after school things, and two jobs to pay for ACT prep classes or tutoring for when I needed help. Needless to say I was pretty busy. But I did need some form of entertainment and that manifested itself in the form of Naruto. I loved the series. I would stay up all night finishing the newest volume of the manga, and search for hours to find the anime online.

So it was a hit to my inner fangirl when I had not realized this sooner. But finding out I was in the Naruto universe for me wasn't one of those dramatic " I saw the Konoha hitai-ate and it was then I knew. . .I was in Naruto." No, for me I just went to look out a window, because the matrons never let any of the younger kids go outside and I wanted to see what was outside, not to mention I had gotten my left eye to open and even if I couldn't see from it, it was nice to know it was there and I wanted to see what it looked like. So, I looked out the window, and I had never looked into a mirror so I was pretty shocked at what I saw.

Staring back at me was a girl with white hair, that was still short, but framed my face well. And red lines ran down from both my eyes to the middle of my face. My face wasn't that bad looking. I would go as far as to say I was cute. My right eye was a piercing grey and then I looked at my left eye, which was a milky color and kept looking around in all different directions. Other than the eye, I found it really funny because in this life I had a striking resemblance to. . .

Jiriaya

It all came into place.

All the talk of countries I'd never heard of, and the warm feeling in me. It made even more sense how my mother was a prostitute. Jiraiya might have been careless this time around and then boom! Tsukiko!

Overtime I realized that the orphanage I was right on the edge of Konoha. I had been hoping to be born in some town nobody had heard of because I realized that everything in canon was bound to happen one way or another and this terrified me, but I knew that if I was going to survive I'd have to deal with it. And I would.

So I decided instead of concentrating on the later I'd concentrate on the now. I spent a lot of my time reading anything I could find. I even helped out some of the matrons with the toddlers. I did anything from cleaning diapers to making sure they didn't climb out of the windows. The matrons loved me, said I was a godsend to this orphanage.

When I wasn't helping out I was working on chakra control. Once I could feel my chakra coils, I brought to my mind everything I could remember from the manga and applied it to help channeling my chakra.

I could do the leaf exercise no problem and by the time I was four I could climb trees and walk across small ponds without having to constantly think about it. And eventually I wanted to try some of the E-rank jutsus they taught at the academy. My first attempt ended up in a white featurless version of myself, that strongly resembled it. The matrons found me curled up in a ball in the rain mumbling god knows what to myself. The sight of it was enough to make me believe it was a sign to give up ninja training. But then I realized, I was given talent, the power to have a greater impact than I ever could in my past life. And I was going to, make an impact that was.

So I got up and went back outside. My second attempt failed, and my fourth, and fifth, and sixth, and seventh. But on my eighth try, I got a perfect copy of myself. The Transformation and Body Switch justsus came easily and faster, to my happiness. Soon I was pretty much known as the prodigy the orphanage had produced.

But the problem was taijutsu. It wasn't that I was bad at it, after I got a few old scrolls from the matrons, I breezed through the academy moves. I practiced katas everyday and could do them almost perfectly. But because of the blind spot(my left side) I was open to attacks there, and I learned that the hard way.

When I was 5, three eight year old boys found me practicing some katas against a tree.

"Hey you!" The largest, and probably leader, called to me, "You're the whores daughter right?"

I continued with my katas, determined not to listen to them or let them get to me.

"Hey? Did you hear me I'm talking to you! You know the market boy was telling me about his trip to the red light district and said your mother had by far the biggest b-"

I never let him finish that sentence because quicker than I thought I could move, I was in front of him and my fist connected to his face with a sickening smack. He fell back, the shock apparent on his face. He recovered though and quickly came at me with his hand in a fist. I fell into the taijutsu stance and prepared myself. He aimed a punch at me, to which I ducked. The second guy came at me from my right side but a swift kick to the shins had him down for the count. The biggest one came back at me and this time I was to slow because he hit me in the stomach. I stopped and panted for a second looking for an opening. I grinned when I saw the most obvious place to hit him. I came at him and with a swift kick to the balls he was down moaning in pain. But in my moment of triumph, I neglected to remember there was a third guy in the group, who just so happened to be coming at my blind side. He charged and punched me in the face and I fell. But before he could do anything else an ANBU in a fox mask appeared and pulled him back, holding him up by his shirt, like a cat, as he kicked and hissed like a cat. Ignoring this, Fox turned to me.

"You've been requested by the Hokage."


Ah, I think that went ok. Sorry if its a bit boring, I just wanted to set up a good background for her. Any questions?Reviews would be great. And what did you think of that fight scene to? I've never written one before. Oh and I don't own Naruto just a bag of skittles.

'Till next time!