A/N: I was rewriting the content, so don't be surprised if it was changed alittle bit. If you found any mistake, please be more specific on where it was. Since I am working on this alone, there would be a lot of mistakes. I don't really want a BETA because I update irregularly.

Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine, My OC is the only thing I own.

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I never felt this weak in my life before.

I had to relied on my baby's mechanism in order to survived the ordeal of being baby again, which mean, sucked everything that was stuffed into my mouth and technically cry every time I felt like I was hungry or, ahem, needed to relieve myself.

(Because if I didn't do that, no one will be willing to change my diaper. You didn't know how suck it is to feel your 'unwanted' substances sticking on your butt and can do nothing about it.)

To tell you the truth, I didn't actually get the situation of 'why' I have been reborn. It obviously not that I was special nor extremely good that heaven decided to give me a second chance. More importantly, I didn't even get the idea why someone like me was reborn. The teaching of Buddha that I heard occasionally was that people could only reborn when they didn't have something to worried about, but I was not (Nathan. Damn, I miss you). I only got a job for one year, barely had enough to earned a living for two people. I even had to take care of my little brother.

And, what's more?

They never said reincarnation give memories to a new born.

I stared blankly,and totally lost in thought. That's when someone suddenly pop up above my bed.

"Hello there," A rough voice appeared out of nowhere, and the winkle face, aged by time and experience, was smiling gleefully, "I am your grandfather, Gaki-chan"

Because I didn't know who the hell he was, all he receive was a flat stare.

Oh, I also cried, like, really loud.

"Otou-san! Don't you dare creep on to my Ayumu like that again!" My mother glared at the misery old men as she held me in her arm. I calmed myself and started to see what's going on and who was that creepy old man.

Since I had a some knowledge about Japanese's language before, I could pick up some part of the conversation.

"But when I do that you are a child, you are always happy about it though..." The old man whined. He was sitting at the other side of the table and slipping his tea.

My mother glanced at him. Her face turned into pout as if she had eaten something sour. "You should have known the difference, O-tou-san."

Even after I have gotten passed my denial phrase, mother and father had been overprotective. There were many people that had come to visited, but no one really got to hold me. Their overprotectiveness was that much.

The old man sulked, then raised his teary eyes up in desperation, "Okay...but at least, could I hold her? She is my grandchild afterall."

"Well, it's okay" Mother said, but still added a warning in the end, "if you dared drop her, I will straggle you to death and let's the dog eat you corpse, and I don't even care if you are my father, you hear?"

Well, from her voice, it's not a warning ,but more like threatening and granting death wish to him.

The old man quickly nodded his head, gestured my mother with 'give her to me' motion. Hikari could only sighed while she handed me to her father's hand very carefully.

His big hands hold me close to his chest, careful like I was a glass. When I look up to his eye and the moment our eyes met, his face sprouted a big wide smile. Pure happiness could be seen on his face. Seeing how happy he was, my lip unconsciously turned into a smile, mimicked him.

"Oh, such a intelligence pair of eyes, I can see the bright future in front of you," He laughed in a deep voice, raising me up in the air, "I have decided, I will trained you into the best shogi player in the world."

"OTOU-SAN?!"

...huh?

Surprisingly, the person I spent time the most was my old man, a person I dubbed him as 'Oji-chan'.

My father and mother got their own work. Masao, or my father, work in something related to metal (from my guess, because he smelled like that when he hold me), and my mother work as the owner of hair salon. She often brought me with her to work when I still need to be fed by her. When I grew up into 3 months old, my mother decided to pass down her caretaking to grandfather, dubbing as 'to make him work on something other than lazing around'.

Oji-chan was strange. He was not what I imagined what old people would be. He didn't look like what my old world's elderly did. The old man have a wide board shoulder and while he got a winkle due to age, his body was still strong and fit. I could still see a pack of muscles under his usual attire consist of yukata. What was really strange though, wasn't his body, but it was his eyes.

He has strange mixture of honey and yellow color eyes.

Maybe he had a foreigner's blood? or was it color mutation?

I always watched them in fascination when grandpa carried me. It almost like a animal eyes, without a slit. During this passed three month, I concluded that I am reborn as a Japanese citizen. It could be a rural area because the house design looked traditional. There weren't a lot of electronic devices around. Then again, having a foreign blood mix grandfather in such a rural area is weird.

"Gaki-chan, this is 'Shogi'"

Grandfather really persistent in teaching me the way of Japanese chess call 'Shogi' even when I was only about three months old (who was suppose to only chew on thing in this time period).

I amused him by smiling gleefully, grabbing the piece and munched onto it happily.

"Oh nonono, don't do that Gaki-chan." Grandfather sweat drop as he quickly pull it out from my reach.

Only to make such a difficult face when he eyed on a saliva-soak piece.

It was too late.

Despite one of shogi piece became ruin by my saliva attack, grandfather was still trying.

Well, let's say that we have to buy a new set shogi's pieces afterward.

That was my day before October 10th.

The sky turned red. Fire and explosion erupted like a firework throughout the place. I wake up wide eyes.

What is going on?

Is it a bombing?

Why isn't there anyone here?

When I looked around, I couldn't see where was everyone. Where did my mother and my father go? Did they abandon me? These ill thought entered my mind as I panic. It was the first time I cursed myself for being a child, no less only three months alive, to be dead because someone decided to throw a fucking bomb in the place where I live. I flipped onto my stomach, trying to assess the situation. Maybe even this body could do something.

First, let's get out of here.

I tried to pull myself up, using the pole that surrounded my bed. When I shakenly stood up, the ground suddenly shaken and thrown my balance off the loop.

I cursed mentally when I was lying on my back again.

I can't get up.

I was trapped in this cage.

Nobody was coming to get me.

A tear began to gather in the edge of my eyes and whimper began to pass through my mouth. I didn't even try to act brave anymore.

I am going to die again.

Suddenly, the door in my bedroom slid open, and it only took half a second before I was enveloped in a warm familiar hug. I froze and look up.

"Shh, Gaki-chan. Oji-chan is here to save you," Oji-chan smiled. While his body smell of burn and blood, he still gave me his peaceful smile. It made me calm down, and my tiny hand found a way to reach his black tight shirt and hold it in a deadly grip. "You will be alright; I am your ninja after all."

Somehow, I was able to gain my conscious back in time when he said the word 'ninja'.

...huh? Why ninja? It would be strange if my grandpa sprouting something like a hero or something, but why a ninja?

He held me and ran to the front door, and that was when my curiosity has resolved into shock.

The tight cloth I thought at first was what he usually wear, turned into a military style tight. His long gray hair which usually hang around his face was pulled back into a short ponytail. His forehand covered with the metal gear I felt really familiar with. But actually, it was my first time I see this thing. There was a symbol like a leaf with a strange swirl in it.

At this part, part of my mind whispered to me.

It was a head gear with a symbol of a leaf.

LEAF

KONOHANA

NINJA

...NARUTO?

Wait, why the hell my grandpa was doing Naruto cosplay in the middle of bombing zone?

Okay, I was very an understanding person, and my grandpa has his personal interest. I should be able to handle this, and thus respect my family's personal interest. Yes, that's right. Wait, what the hell was going on again?

The sound of explosion erupted from behind us made my heart drop to the bottom of my feet. The sound came from the direction that we just passed. The sound of 'something' been broken down and the crackle of burning wood could be heard. I recalled hazily that it was our home that had burned down by whatever hit it. Grandpa held me tighter as he runs.

"Otou-san! Ayumu is- the house is-!" My mother voice appeared out of nowhere in the middle of chaos. Her heartbreaking sound was heart whacking and I couldn't help but take a peek at the scene from my grandpa embrace.

My mother was crying and running toward us. Her eyes were red from crying, and she looked almost like she was about to have a breakdown. Masao, my father, was carrying a bag. His face didn't show a hint of panic, but he still remained serious. Both of them seem to have an atmosphere of impatient surrounded them.

Grandpa gave them a stern smile and carefully handed me to my mother, "She is with me. Here, look after her and get out of here."

One of her arms carried me close to her chest, as another one grabbed a hold one grandpa's shirt. Hikari's eyes were filled with desperation pleading.

"Please don't go, Otou-san. It is a monster! There is no way you can fight a thing like that. Just lets Yodaime Hokage handle it."

...huh?

Grandpa gives her a weak smile, yet his eye showed differently. The glint shown through his eyes make my mother unconsciously let go of his shirt. His voice was solid. There was no place to argue. "I am a ninja of this village. I am and will do my duty."

"But-" My mother began to protest, only to be cut off by grandfather.

"Masao, take Hikari and Ayumu out of here!"

"Yes," My father quickly hold on to my mother arm as his literary drag my mother, who tried to scratch his face off, and me to opposite direction. He only paused a bit when we are far enough.

Masao sent a meaningful eyes' contact to grandfather, "We will meet again."

"We will," Grandfather nodded and instantly jump to the nearby roof. An action which normal human can't do.

...HUH?

It took me three months after Kyuubi invasion, just to come to the conclusions that -

I was in Naruto.

And I was living in a manga.

Just a few days after Kyuubi invasion, the news about the monster, a nine tail fox, was sealed inside an infant. Villagers didn't know whose parent this infant had, and the third Hokage never mentioned it. Instead, this infant was sent to one orphanage located in the village. The shallow fellow who have some knowledge in the sealing art of ninja then started to spread a weird rumor of how the seal could be unstable and how the infant could turned into a monster.

Maybe it was because of the lack of respond of the third Hokage, this rumor continued to spread like a wildfire. People started to avoid the orphanage, and the lack of donation made their living condition become poorer.

It wouldn't be strange if the owner of this orphanage would hate this child of misfortune so much.

Maybe that was why this innocent child have become the symbol of destruction and the reminder of the loss of this leaf village?

I finally realized that being in a position of an observer and being the victim of war was totally different.

After Kyuubi invasion, the villagers came out of the hideout, only to cried in horror in the state of the village. Almost a quarter of the village have been burnt and broken down. There were also people who was not fast enough to escaped and was killed. We also lost our home in process. These hatred aimed toward the cause and indirectly affected Naruto, the infant.

But our family was better off than other, since grandfather returned after few days after the invasion.

Despite being bandaged all over the place and having a third-degree burn on his face, he was alive.

He was forced to retired by my mother and ended up taking up furniture crafting in my father workshop. His workplace was lucky enough to escaped from burning down as well as my mother's. We remodeled the upper floor of two twin shop into our house using saving in the bank. We were kind of rich because both of my parents own their shop. That's why we recovered more quickly than the most.

While I was unexpectedly reborn into this manga, I dealt with it.

By ignoring whatever will happen.

I have my life as normal person, and they lived as a ninja. It was like a parallel line that shouldn't have cross.

...which was what I convinced to myself again and again.

But why...Did I feel so guilty?