I knew One day I will be dead, what I didn't know was what would happen after that.I remember my boyfriend stabbing me in the back. More like shooting me in the back, but i still remembered dying. So why am I hearing echo of noises, and why am I feeling my body again.

I opened my eyes and I regretted doing so immediately. there was this beautiful women with black hair and black eyes, who was crying and clinching at me, she was pleading from the little that I could understand, I had some experience with Japanese I could recognize some words and sentences but not much, anime only taught you much. but I knew she was pleading for me.

I turned to look at who she was begging for, it was a man, with blond hair and blue eyes, he was sweating and he had tears in his eyes, I frowned, if only I could understand what was happening, but they were speaking too fast.Hold up. Go back. How is a women clinching at me like that, I'm a 27 year old man. I see. So this is what it is about. It does make sense, me remembering my death but then waking up in the hands of a women. Well there goes my peaceful death.Busy in my thought I didn't notice the blond man take me from what I guess is my mother and flash away, until I felt it. The fear, the helplessness. God how I hated feeling helpless. Noises were coming from everywhere, screams and sobs. I felt myself being put down and I looked at the man.

"I'm sorry" he had said. Why Was he being sorry? Did he do anything to be sorry for? Where is my mother? Did he kill her? Oh, how he was going to be sorry if he did. True he only knew the women 5 minutes ago but the way she pleaded for him had placed her in the role of a mother. He turned his head around and saw another baby, he had blond hair too, so he guessed he was the man's son, what is he thinking of, I asked myself.

"Minato, please no. Not my son" I heard a woman say, she had red hair and violet eyes. And why do I feel like I should know where I am, like its some Deja vuI saw the man look at his son, at me then behind him. I followed his eyes and I felt my blood turn cold. Behind him was a monster, not any monster 'I see why I feel like I know where I am' i thought, because behind the blond man was a fox with nine tails. Said blond was going through hand seals, my guts were telling me to get out of there but my babe body could do nothing, from what he could remember from the anime, the blond man, Minato aka the yondaime hokage is in process of sealing the kyuubi inside of his son, Naruto. This he remembered, after all it's been 5 years since Naruto ended. What he didn't understand is what was his role in this, Minato will not seal the kyuubi inside of him will he, he needs to seal it inside of Naruto, the whole anime is about this moment. I was proven wrong when Minato put his hand on my stomach and murmured something.In my past life, I had my fair share of pain, but this, this could not compare to what I've been through, in this new body that never experienced pain, it felt like being shred apart, cell by cell, again and again. It felt like hell. I couldn't stand it anymore,I blacked out.

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling, it was not white which means I'm not at the hospital, I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but my body felt like it was burning. I let my head fall to the side where there was a mirror, I looked at myself and blinked, too shocked to think of any other reaction, this is not how I expected to look like, but now that I'm seeing it, I felt hatred for Minato, how could he, how dare he, choose his son over me. Me. His other son. There in the mirror was the reflection of a blond baby with blue eyes, the only difference between him and Naruto is that he didn't have the whiskers mark, which made him look more like the Yondaime. He knew that the late Yondaime had no choice but to seal the kyuubi inside of an infant, but to choose his other son over him. Why? Is it because he was married to the red haired woman's? That he loved the violent eyed women? Over who? Over his mother? Alright let's say, he choose the tomato over his beautiful black haired mother, but to sacrifice me instead of Naruto because his wife told him to do so. What a pathetic man. Talking about his mother, where was she anyway? If she was dead, God he will use that technique that Orochimaru used to revive corpse, he will bring Namikaze back and make him regret causing the death of his mother."Hey, you" I heard a soft voice say, I turned his head to look at two breathtaking black eyes looking at me back. mother, she was alive. I smiled at her and she returned it, she said something else i didn't understand, but that was okay, more importantly, she was alive. She got up and walked away, 'where is she going' I thought and started screaming for her to come back. The lights turned off and she came back, she layed next to me and began singing, her voice was so smooth, my eyes started to grow heavier and heavier until I remembered no more.

I found myself really enjoying being a baby, true it has some cons like how you couldn't move your body at will, but you don't have to do anything yourself. You get fed, you get changed, they take you to bed, and sing for you to sleep. For my lazy ass, it was the perfect life. I don't think I will ever grew bored of watching my mother walking around the house humming a song under her breath, or watching her take care of the small garden we had in the backyard, or watching her make the food. I loved my mother. Sometimes she would pick me up and take me outside of our home, I noticed our home was in the middle of some sort of forest, what I know thought is that we weren't living in konoha, good thing too, I always liked the calm air of the house, seeing as I was living in an apartment in the middle of New York in my past life.I don't think much of my past life these days, why would I. There I was a cop, always working on cases, I was good at it, but it gets boring sometimes, usually when you catch the culprit and they still deny they crimes, specially, specially when you have all the evidence that points at them. God i hated those days. Now, i got nothing of it, just peace. I never thought of being a ninja, it was too troublesome, and i don't think mother was anything but a civilian. And. I wouldn't want to change the timeline without meaning to, after all, my existence has changed too much already. Let them live for themselves, fight the disasters that are coming, and the war. The fourth shinobi war. I don't want to get involved in a war with a goddess. Thank you very much. I prefer spending my life looking at the clouds and listening to mother sing.