Ritos pov:
Death isn't a pleasant experience that much I had figured out at a pretty early age, even if at the time I didn't fully understand it. Yet here I was terrified, concussed and pinned to the ground desperately trying and failing to breathe despite the smoke coming from an ever growing fire that was quickly beginning to close in on me.
It's crazy to think how quickly things can go to shit, as just moments ago I had been just watching TV while my sister was behind me scrolling through random youtube videos on the family computer. A crash rang out behind me as I looked over to see Lilia crawling away from the now on fire PC.
In retrospect I probably should have listened to Dad when he last lectured me over using a surge protector as maybe then it would have stopped the ever spreading fire that quickly began to cut off the the only hallway out of the apartment. Panic was rising in me given that we lived on the 3rd floor, with sparks flying everywhere I jumped over the couch with just enough time to grab Lilia and pull her away from the growing flames. Lilia was a crying mess as she looked up at me apologizing profusely for having split her drink as the fire alarm goes off scaring her even more.
The sight of my little sister must have kicked my big brother's instincts into overdrive, I rushed to the window opposite of the couch wrapping my hand in of the curtains so I could smash it out and knock loose the glass edges. Thankfully some of the now evacuated apartment residents caught sight of this and yelled out asking if we had a way out, which with the flames now having spread to the couch was doubtful. Thinking quickly I had tore down the rest of the curtain and started tying it around lilia's waist which was no easy task given that she was panicked.
"Lilia" I said and she looked up teary-eyed "you need to be brave for me right now, I'm going to lower you down slowly"
"I can't do it" she cried out peeking out the window "I can't I can't I can't"
As I brought her into a tight hug I whispered "Lilia it's okay to be scared I've got you, trust in your big bro he's got you." With that she looks up at me still scared but not as shaken and gives a curt nod.
Having slowly lowered her down to the point that someone could grab her and bring to the ground I began to prepare to jump myself hoping that I could take the fall given how much parkour I do in my free time, I mean a break is still better that death right? Sadly as soon as I got one foot off the ground to climb out the floor cracked out from under me causing me to slip and fall backwards and with a sharp crunching noise I had hit my head on the TV stand on the way down. From my spot on the floor I had just enough time to watch a blazing chunk of the ceiling fall and crash onto my left leg.
So here I sit, probably in shock, unable to scream out as the fire started to creep ever closer. The feeling of the flame charring my skin, boiling my eyes and melting the very clothes I wore to my body. I wasn't ready to die like this, I was only sixteen for fucks sake, I never got to drive, barely dated anyone for longer than 2 weeks, I had spent my whole life either binging fanfiction till my eyes forced themselves shut or outside in the forests that surrounded my rocky mountain town running amok for hours on end. Heh I might just be delirious at this point but wouldn't it be hilarious if I ended up like one of those self inserts that are so often reincarnated right after death, sadly truck-kun is far from my killer
requesting for rebirth*. *requesting for rebirth*
"Fuck, I hope that's real" was all I could get out before the rest of the ceiling
Miro Uzumakis pov
Oh I was a dead man and I had nobody to blame but myself. Since the end of the Second Shinobi World War I've been throwing myself into mission after mission, mostly just some seal deliveries and basic barrier work amongst allied villages, since learning that Karina was pregnant. As a career chunin I'd like to think I make good money from the monthly stipend but one can never underestimate the appetite of uzumaki, much less one that's eating for two.
As to why I'm a dead man that's simple, I took a mission in wave earlier this month to seal some boats to help prevent wear and tear, something I figured would take me two weeks tops. Upon arrival I was sadly forced into hiding after a particularly large group of Mist Hunter-nin had been hunting down a rouge nin in the area. Ended up taking me and extra week and a half before I could finish the job. I had gotten back to the village with just enough time for the gate guards to tell me that Karina had gone into labor.
As soon as I was cleared in I jumped to the roof tops hoping to make it to the hospital on time or risk facing Karina's fury. As the hospital comes into view I pushed off with one more chakra enhanced leap, landing at the front doors and running into barely having enough time to ask what room.
I knew I was a dead man as soon as I saw opened the door to the sight of my wife sitting up with our child in her arms, just looking at me with eyes that scream death
"How typical of you to finally show up after Ive done all the work" Karina spoke " now are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna meet your son."
Closing the distance and wrapping and arm around her so he could look down at the currently sleeping bundle.
"His name is Rito, uzumaki Rito" spoke Karina in much gentler tone "figured since you were so late you lost the right to name him"
"It's perfect honey, it's perfect" I said as I kissed my wife. With that the little ball of red began to stir, taking slow attempts to blink which were entirely too cute, before proceeding to scream at the top of its lungs.
Ritos pov
In my defense I never realized how traumatizing being born would be, not to mention that I went from dieing in a fire to being pushed out my new mom. It didn't take me long to figured out that I was an infant, hard not to realize your arms and legs are now miniature.after screaming my lungs out, in my defense I wanna see you be born without being scared to death, those fanfics of babys being completely silent at birth was bs, hell even now I was still fighting back the urge. Not to mention the weird sensation going on in my gut that I attributed to being a newborn.
Now as to figuring out where I was that was harder, my eyes took so so very long to open and even longer for me to decipher anything through the blurriness, but from what I can tell my parents both have red hair... and so does did the doctor and nurse now that really think about it. I would have guessed I was in maybe Ireland or the UK but these were definitely a more Japanese/ Asian dialect. It was when my dad picked me up and I could hear a bit more that some of the words started to ring true.
It was pretty obvious by the way they kept saying Rito slowly while looking directly at me that it was my name, not that bad I'd like to think. It was the next few words that really startled me back awake. Words like ninja, uzumaki and chakra. If that meant what I think it means... there's no way I'm in Naruto right, were children are sent to war and death runs rampant. Wait if I'm in Naruto and these are uzumaki... oh I'm fucked aren't I