I rewrote this, mainly to see what an oc can do in the world of Naruto beyond just adopting him. I have ideas, and being a kid makes it easier.

I want to do a lot, but being an adult actually kind of doesn't work.

"Where am I?" Michael asked, groaning loudly as a heavy pressure lay against his head. "Why do I feel worse than the one time I got high and drunk at the same time?"

There was some laughter near him, he turned, opening his eyes to see a man looking at him in amusement. The man was tall and clearly Asian, and dressed... sort of familiarly. "That would be because of the pain meds you are full of, and the concussion. What is your name, kid?"

"Kid?" Looking down, Michael gaped. His obese body was gone, as was his height and hairy form. He was hairless, tiny and even paler than before. He sort of looked like he was around eight or nine, only shorter than before. "Why do I look different...where am I?"

The man sighed. "Memory loss is common for headwounds." The man went through extremely familiar handsigns, his hands glowing green as he approached.

Michael gaped. "You're a ninja?" Internally he screamed. 'I am in Naruto's world, but when, how... I don't remember dying or anything... I need answers.' Making a point to think hard, or at least look like it, he said. "My name is Michael... what is yours, where am I?"

The man, the ninja, smiled as he healed his head. "My name is Doctor Shoto, it is nice to meet you, Michael and you are in the Villgge Hidden in the Leaves. That is a strange name, are you foreign?

The now boy frowned. "I cannot remember much, it is like a lot of pieces are missing. I know you are a ninja, I know I am not one... but I think I want to be." He smiled, remembering his past life. 'I was almost a nurse before, I could really use a job here and being chakra using Nurse would give me a comfy life... and maybe I could help Naruto!" he remembered, starting to realize the world he was in, in full. ' He was annoying as hell, but no one deserves his life. When is this even, is Naruto still a child or am I in the Boruto era? Can I prevent or help the fight against Madara? Or maybe at least the fight against Orochimaru? I need to, if I am stuck in the Leaf... if this is my world, I might as well make the most of it.'

Shoto, not realizing his thoughts, nodded. "I suppose you can. I can tell you have no ninja training, your chakra coils are underdeveloped. I will see about you getting into the ninja program, it is always a need for us to find willing medics." the man smiled at him. "But for now, rest, and in the morning I will have someone introduce you to the Hokage, and he will decide if you are trustworthy enough to be integrated into the village."

Nodding back, Michael lay back in his bed, wondering exactly what his steps would be and how the hell he would make a difference as to survive in such an unkind world.

'First things first, never tell Danzo a thing, never tell the Third a thing. Both are worthless, and both would be bad for me. I need to help quietly, from the background... starting with Naruto if I am in that era...and maybe Sasuke and Hinata. Those were always the characters I empathized with most...and they were the ones that could make the biggest differences...hmmm.' Smiling, he slowly fell back to sleep, not really minding the danger of his new life, knowing in it he mattered far more than he ever would in the real world...

And that was everything.

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.