HOWDY! Welcome back ^^ Reading this far means you haven't fallen asleep yet. Or you already slept and are quietly wiping the drool from your chin; anywho, here's the second prologue, and I'll try to get the first chapter up sometime this week. Have fun!

Admin: Like I said, don't own, cuz otherwise I'd be harassing Shika-kun right now (being at his age, naturally)

I'm insane. Seriously. There's no way I'm right now screeching my own ears off, being held up by the legs by some weirdo in a surgical outfit. I weigh 110 kg, for fuck's sake! There's no way he could hold me in one hand! And now I'm suddenly in the arms of some lady holding me, she's crying and smiling at the same time, boy is that confusing.

She whispers: "Konnichiwa, Yuuko. Okaa-san desu."*

Alrighty, quick explanation: I killed myself. I know, rather pathetic, but I was sick of my life. I wanted a reset. And what a reset! I can't even hold myself up! I'm just lying here in this pink crib (insert shudder here), looking up at what looks like several tiny kunai dangling over my head. If only I could reach up, at least I'd now whether this is a dream or not.

But it isn't. Obviously. Otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here telling you this story, and I sure as hell wouldn't talk about something as embarrassing as a pink crib.

I, Caroline Siemers, died at the age of 19, on the 13th of April 2010, by jumping off a bridge right into morning traffic.

I, Gintai Yuuko, was born in the Hidden Village of Konoha 6 years before Kyuubi was sealed, with all the memories of my former life intact; including the fall. In case you're asking: Yes, it was extremely painful.

Now I could start from the very beginning, since birth; but I can easily sum it all up: I poop, she changes the diaper; I cry, she feeds me; I laugh, they all go "Aaaawwww..." etc. Nothing interesting there, and embarrassing as hell. Besides, you'd get bored.

So I think it would be best if I started from the interesting part onwards: you know, after the Kyuubi attacks? Interesting enough for me anyways. I'm not gonna fully go into details, but basic introduction: I lose my parents, the Kyuubi is sealed, and Naruto has come into being. Then the next six years I live on my own, being technically 25 years old, and it is extremely fun! Rebirth has its perks, ya know!

So now I'm 12 years old, taking care of my own chores, minding my own business, and generally staying away from the other kids; once was enough. And no, I'm not training to become a shinobi. I was never really cut out for physical exercise, and I didn't really think that adding a constant death risk to my current life would be very productive. Naturally I did learn how to read and write; math I could still do, though even those lessons were an extreme pain (even here maths teachers had it out for me).

Naturally the life of a hermit always comes to an end when something life changing happens: and in my case this is absolutely true.

You see, I'm a huge Naruto-fan; the series, I mean, not the actual character; I'm more of a Shikamaru type o' gal. And guess who I see sitting there all by his lonesome on the swing? You guessed it! Enter: Uzumaki Naruto. Being the fangirl that I am, I'm sure you can all undestand the turmoil going through me. Meeting him meant meeting the others as well at some point! And Shikamaru... (author has paused for drooling)

But then of course the depression sets in: Remember my date of birth? Yep, I'm six years older than him, which makes me six years older than the rest; five for Neji, Tenten and Lee. So basically, meeting them now would make me their older sister.

Fuck.

* "Good morning, Yuuko. I'm your mother."

Liked that? 'looks at empty hall' Whatever. Btw, this is the only Japanese I'm putting in there, other than the usual honorifics; too confusing otherwise. Basically, I've learned how to speak Japanese during my first six years there (awkward though it was) and am now speaking it fluently. Reed and river!