Disclaimer: It's not mine! I don't have nearly enough imagination to have come up with something like Naruto.

Authors Note: Well here it is chapter 2. I was a little wary after posting the first chapter but I hate starting something and then never finishing it. Which means that I will continue this story to completion; no matter how bad it gets, after all I'm not the one who has to read it. Also I forgot the disclaimer for the first chapter. Oops. I'm going to assume you guys know I don't own this.

Chapter 2- Crud Muffins

"The pictures in his mind awoke, and began to breathe," Blue Lips- Regina Spektor

I don't know how long I had been sleeping for, all I knew was that I was comfortable and I didn't want to move. So with nothing better to do I went back to sleep. When I woke up again I began to wonder how long I had been sleeping.

It must have been quite a while because I was nowhere near as tired as I used to be. And that was saying something. I had had insomnia for so long that sometimes I would forget how it feels to be fully rested. But there I was almost feeling… good. It was weird, but I didn't want to question it any further. If I was able to sleep, why not? And with that I once again lost consciousness.

I woke up a few more times but for the most part I stayed asleep. Blissfully ignorant of the world I did not yet know I would be joining. There was one time I woke up and, uncomfortable, I tried to move. I almost panicked when I went to roll over only to realize I couldn't.

My panic was short lived though, as I soon realized that I could move but it was just harder than it used to be. Shrugging it off as sluggishness from sleepiness I went back to sleep. Again.

The time I spent awake began to grow, as did my movements. I started twisting and turning a lot, trying to find a comfortable position, but I couldn't. This place that had once been my warm safe haven was becoming stifling. In my old life I used to find small spaces I could climb into. I liked being curled up in a small area with my blankets.

Once, my mother had begun panicking when she couldn't find me only for my younger brother to discover my sleeping body inside the toy box. I knew I liked cramped spaces which is why my sudden claustrophobia came as such a surprise.

I wanted to scream but there was something around my throat cutting me off. Just as I thought it couldn't get any worse it did. My whole body felt as if it was being squeezed through a tube. Is this what Apparating feels like? My brain must have been malfunctioning if that's what I was thinking as I suffocated.

The squeezing sensation ended but soon after there were so many more things overwhelming my senses. Something bright was stabbing at my eyes. Something loud was pounding at my ears. Something warm was on my body, and I still couldn't breathe.

It reminded me so much of my time in the hospital after the crash. I hadn't been able to move or scream, just lay there in pain. When I was close to passing out due to suffocation, the thing around my neck disappeared. I was still so scared.

I couldn't do or say anything when I was in a coma but I could definitely make noise now. And I screamed. Loud long wailing cries. I screamed myself into a frenzy until I passed out from the strain. Thinking on it now, that's kind of embarrassing. I was never much of a screamer. I would jump and gasp but never full out scream.

The next time I woke it was to a swaying sensation. I felt arms around me which, again, scared me. I hate being scared, and here I was getting freaked out by every new thing. But someone was holding me, touching me. Two things I don't feel comfortable with.

Why was I so small? Why couldn't I move? How did I end up at the mercy of giants? And how come I was hungry? I was so used to being dead and asleep I didn't remember the last time I felt hungry, and right now it felt like the most important thing in the world.

Before I started screaming in frustration something was shoved in my mouth. I choked at first but eventually got the hang of it. I felt disgusting though. The liquid would often dribble down my chin and I was still too clumsy in my new body to do anything about it.

All of this made me want to scream again but instead I found myself falling asleep. Although I couldn't see where I was, the next time I awoke I knew I was somewhere different. My eyes had never been this bad even without my glasses. I could feel the now familiar frustration growing. It peaked when I heard voices and could not distinguish a thing the person said.

I started screaming again but this time I was shushed by the unfamiliar voice. It was deep, rich and, warm; I could already feel myself calming even if I didn't understand what the man said.

My days began to fall into a routine; I would wake up, eat and, sleep. That was it. After all my initial fear wore off I just got bored, but the worst part was that I was always tired. Being tired is no foreign thing to me but never had moving my body, trying to speak, even holding up my head been so exhausting.

By this point in time I had come to the conclusion that all the evidence pointed to. I had been reincarnated. The very thought seemed so weird but I couldn't think of any other explanation so instead of fighting it I began to adjust.

I was good at adjusting having done it many times in my previous life (which was one thing I wasn't even going to think about, shouldn't I have lost all my memories? Way too confusing,) so I started with what I could fix first. I didn't know what the voices above me said so I would listen and learn; my body was weak so I would push myself until it worked.

Simple but effective. For the most part. I learned of my new parents. My mother was young and pretty, her name Akiko; my father was handsome with laugh lines and a big smile, his name Kinzoku. It took a while but eventually I figured out that this 'Suikazura' person my parents always spoke of was actually me.

It was embarrassing that I hadn't figured that out sooner, even if I was in the body of a baby my mind was still my own which just makes me feel stupid. There was another part of my family that I was not aware of until now.

His name was Kotetsu, my older brother. I'd never had an older brother before, and the thought of having a new life with one was so exciting that I pushed the odd familiarity of the name to the back of my mind.

Our parents would never let him hold me without one of them being nearby, too afraid that he would drop me. I looked up into his face and took it all in. He could not have been more than seven with big cheeks spiky hair and a large smile. He was just as excited to see me as I was to see him.

By six month old I had settled in, become comfortable with my new family. They quickly became something I didn't want to lose. And for a while, even though I felt helpless so often, I was genuinely happy. Maybe that's why I was so angry when I felt the itching.

I had gotten used to my body, I had understood and pushed my physical limits, and here it was doing something new. I could practically here a voice saying,

"Oh you thought you could just settle in and be happy? What were you thinking? Here why don't I quickly ruin this and make sure something like that never happens again." Sarcasm aside, it itched. Everywhere, all over my body; as if someone had filled my blood stream with itchy powder.

I was uncomfortable and irritable the whole night and thus so was my family the whole next day. By the time the whole Itchy Blood process was over I felt weird. There was a new energy around me, like a second skin just not physical. I was scared of it at first.

The energy automatically circulated through my body, I could feel it in my blood, but I couldn't control it. I didn't know what it was or what to do with it, all I knew was that something weird that hadn't been there before was now all over me. I eventually became comfortable enough with it to ignore its existence.

As months passed I grew. I was two and half and speaking, though not often. I hated sounding stupid so if I couldn't put my thoughts into a full sentence I wouldn't speak. My brother always picked on my saying I was stupid and, unable to respond fully.

I would kick him in the shin. It was only fair, at least that's what I told my dad when he found us. My dad is funny. He had a laid back air about him, always relaxed, and usually let us fight it out. He told my mom it was good and that it built character.

We all know he never stopped us because it was funny to see me hit Kotetsu and him be unable to hit back for fear of hurting me. My mom was very different from my dad. She was always calm though never easy going. If she told you to do something she expected it to get done. She never yelled but I had seen her scare Kotetsu white on more than one occasion with only a look.

Slowly more time began to pass and at the age of three I met my brother's best friend Izumo. Kotetsu always talked about him, he would complain and say how Izumo never let him copy his homework because he thought Kotetsu was lazy for not doing it himself, but I knew they were good friends.

They went to school together and sometimes Izumo would come over but I was always napping around that time. But today was different. They came in and Izumo introduced himself to me, but honestly all I could do was stare.

He had chin length light brown hair and wore a hat. His name was Izumo and he was best friends with Kotetsu my brother. With Kotetsu Hagane a Chunin from the child's show Naruto. It all began to click.

Why the names were so familiar, why my brother was so strong, why he always referred to school as 'The Academy', and why my parents, who were civilians, didn't like his choice to go there. I was in the world of Naruto. Well shit.

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