After that day, it went… remotely well. I have to say I've developed better relationship with my dog than with my own mother. Because after that incident, I realized I was really reincarnated. It kind of freaked me out at first, after all this was completely new to me. I never really believed in reincarnation, heaven or hell. I didn't, and still don't believe in god, and I am by no means a believer in anything. Not even myself, because I know how fucked up and unsure I am.

So I did what was always my specialty. I adapted. I adapted to the fact I couldn't speak my mind, or rather I couldn't speak at all, the fact that I was a bald and toothless bundle of nerves and suppressed emotions. And of course, I adapted to the fact that my mother clearly loved me, but had better things to do than actually take care of me. It didn't bother me much, mainly because as a grown woman in her thirties, I didn't really need a mother anymore, per say. I was as lonesome as I could get, with my only and everyday companion being that damned dog I didn't even remember the name of. I just knew he was large, male (I still could tell that much) and that he loved me with all his dog love. That, once again, fueled my belief that animals were better than people in more ways than one.

There were days when my mother, Aiko, forgot to feed me. I was crying, because that was the only sound I could make in my infant body, but she was far too engrossed in her work or simply not home. And that fucking dog always brought me some of his dog treats, coated in saliva. Of course, it was useless and completely uncalled for, but it made me smile every single time.

It took me a while to discover my mother's profession. Mainly because I didn't really care.

But I discovered something completely different alongside of that.

It was actually the first time I started walking. I managed to crawl my way out of the bed, and I would've fall right into my baby ass hadn't it been for that stupid dog that caught me with holding the collar of my onesie in his sharp teeth. I remember thinking that if he tears it up only for a millimeter, I would bite off his tail.

He pierced the soft fabric, leaving two holes from his canines. I wanted cold murder. But that would be animal abuse, and despite the stupidity and complete idiocy of that fucking dog, I was strictly against hurting an animal. People, not so much. But animals were kind of my soft spot, even though I didn't want to admit it at all.

So, I slowly walked, trying to keep myself near the wall to prevent myself from falling. That annoying dog was trailing behind me, keeping an eye on me. I felt like a kid in school with a super annoying teacher that had to watch every move I made (rest in peace Mrs. Finnigan. I will burn with hatred for you for the rest of my life, and hopefully the afterlife will kick you in the nonexistent balls just like it did to me). When I finally reached the living room, Aiko was staring at shit load of documents, her perfectly groomed eyebrows furrowed at the coffee table with thousands of empty cups of coffee. She was sipping at one of them that was still half full, her calligraphy pen behind her ear, inking her orange hair black. She didn't seem to care, instead she occasionally threw some paper away, after she scrunched them up.

I watched her intensively, leaning against the green wall of the living room, and when she picked up one of her many phones (I didn't understood why she had so many of them, and then it clicked) and she dialed a freakishly long number.

"Maiko?" she started urgently, her brows furrowed, and her other hands was playing with the hem of her elegant and inappropriately short skirt. "Did the delivery…." She trailed of, seeming nervous.

I was watching her with growing curiosity. She looked nervous and frantic, twisting the fabric between her long fingers. Somehow, the obvious unnerved behavior sparked interest in my thirty-four year mind. It all smelled fishy, and I would know. I was a master covering up suspicious actions.

"In the docks." She confirmed and her posture eased up a bit. "Fine. Just… make sure it comes as soon as possible. The weapons are gentle, especially the bombs. We don't want them to blow up or something. This is a completely new technique, something that would make a huge difference. Now, the civilian people will stand better chance against them. And when we'll sell it to them too, we will need to be careful. Only to the right ones. Never to hidden villages." She said in a warning tone, all serious. And my mind started accelerating. Hidden villages? Civilians? I could swear I heard this before. And also, it occurred to me that she was selling the weapons illegally. Which wasn't something I wasn't used to, of course, but it still made me wonder if it was really the best idea. Illegal business like this needed precision, and escape routes. It wasn't nearly that easy.

"Yeah, the Kumogakure would work. I am not sure if they will accept help from ordinary people, but maybe… after all, the events in Kumo were kind of harsh. They won't trust us that easily."

My eyes widened. The Kumogakure Now that I remembered. Way too clearly.

I suddenly had to use that wall for a different kind of support. I felt like fainting and throwing up in the same time. A wave of nausea hit me, and the world started spinning.

NoNoNoNo No!

Dear fucking lord, why me?

I was stuck in the most illogical, confusing and annoying anime I've ever knew. This world just didn't make sense whatsoever, whatever side did I look at it from. I remembered watching it when I was babysitting my niece, and dear lord was I fucked. While watching it, I barely understood a thing that was happening, and even the things I understood weren't making sense whatsoever. Bringing dead to life? Tailed something, massacres for greater good, catra or whatever it was, everything was stupid and useless and confusing as fuck and now I was living it.

I would prefer standing in front of that damned mirror forever. Someone fucked me over again. And it sure as hell wasn't pretty.

I should've suspected something sooner, hell, Aiko was wearing the same outfit that pink kid was wearing on that idiotic festival. But the place I live in looked quite normal, no weapons or those headbands with symbols, nothing.

That meant I was born into a family without ninjas or how they were called, and it also meant I could now die anytime again because in this show, everything was blowing up and being destroyed all the time. Here, as far as my adult mind noticed, didn't matter whether you were born a civilian or you were a precious clan member, the ninja didn't really care. They would slaughter everyone and everything just to get the mission fulfilled. And I really, really didn't want to die.

Aiko ended the call, throwing the phone behind her on the divan and took her face in her head, muttering another set of curse words. She tangled her fingers in her head, tugging on the strands of orange.

I turned away and crawled back to bed. Somehow, I didn't have the strength to walk anymore. I used my dog as a support, and climbed up to the sheets. I closed my eyes, breathing shallowly.

Why didn't my niece got thrown into this mess? She would surely know what to do. She would turn this world upside down, and with her happy and cheerful nature, she would become the most loved and respected person. Maybe the next Naruto, I didn't know. But she would sure make some changes, and she would become the best ninja this world has ever seen.

I knew I could barely survive.

I wasn't carefree or overly responsible, I couldn't take anything seriously, let alone my training if I was to have one. I would not sacrifice myself for someone else's goal, no matter it was the world peace or something equally important to the characters in this dimension. People never respected or loved me, they feared me. And I could use that, but then Naruto would appear and coax me into giving up. And I didn't want to fight with a half-god. Or with anyone in that matter. Call me a coward, but I hated dying. I wasn't like one of those brave, suicidal ninjas who served their leaders without a second thought, prepared to die. I didn't like dying… hell, I was fucking afraid of it! And making changes… why should I? I was not supposed to be here, and I was prepared to let this world flow naturally, the events happening and the people dying, because the only skin I wanted to save was my own.

I was a coward, but after thirty-four years of living as one, change was impossible.

With a massive headache, I fell to restless sleep, my dreams filled with horrors of this world.

Their world.