I woke up, or rather, I gained consciousness. I tried to think about where or who I was, but all that did was make my head hurt. What happened? I opened my eyes and found myself in a pretty large room. The bed was really big. The moonlight shone through the light and illuminated the bedroom. There was a brown, wooden nightstand next to the bed. Why was everything so big? I decided to get up, even though it was clearly the middle of the night.

My clothes were basic, just black shorts and a white t-shirt. When I reached the door, I realized my head was only barely as tall as the doorknob. It was easy to open, almost uncomfortably light. It seemed like I was in a small apartment. In front of me, the was a living room and kitchen, and what looked to be the front door. There was a couch, and like everything else, it was exceedingly large. Everything in here must be around four times as large as it should be!

To my immediate right, was a door that was open and beyond it was a bathroom. I decided to go into it first. There's a stepping stool in front of the sink, so I climb up top to see in the mirror. Holy shit, that's not me looking back. I can't be more than four years old. What is clearly a child looking back at has ear length gray hair. If not for the face and height, I would think he's an old man. Then I realized. Nothing in here is big, I'm just small. Now that I think about, my hands are short and stubby, so are my legs. It was shocking.

I'm going back to my room. I'm just going to sleep and think more in the morning. This place was strange, but I will find out more in the morning.

I woke up to the sound of knocking. It was jarring, after so long of silence. Wait, why did it feel like so long ago before I've heard such a loud sound? Doesn't matter, gotta go answer the door. My legs slide out of the covers and hit the floor with a thud, still covered in yesterdays clothes.

As I get close to the door, I feel a strange and strong energy behind the door. It's hard to describe, almost like a sixth sense that's buzzing at the back of my brain. I get the feeling I shouldn't keep it waiting.

I open the door, revealing a tall man (though that's probably because I'm in the body of a four year old.) The man actually looks only about 18, but he has a matured look in his eye. He's got brown hair and a light green vest on. A strange metal plate with a twisting leaf symbol emblazoned on it rests on his forehead. It clearly defines him as a shinobi. How do I know that?

"Good morning Himari-chan. It's your first day of the academy, and Hokage-sama has assigned me to get you there safely. My name Takashi," his introduction was kind, and he looked like a nice man. From his head band, I was inclined to trust him.

"Why do I need an escort, Takashi-san? Is the walk there dangerous?" I asked him curiously, just a hint of worry in my voice.

"No, not at all. It's just that most students have parents to see them on their way for their first day, but orphans are assigned a chunnin to help them," he replied calmly, a smile on his face. "Although, you are rather young to start it, about two years too young. But I'm hardly one to argue with the Hokage about who goes to the Academy."

"I see. Thank you Takashi-san. I appreciate your help," I bow respectfully to him, I really do appreciate him.

"Of course, now let's be on our way, shall we?" He asked, clearly expecting me to be ready. I was most certainly not.

"W-wait, I'm not ready yet! Please just give me a few moments!" I close the door, running towards my room, but I realize that I don't even know what I'll need. I decide to simply look around for a second for anything useful. I spot a pencil and notebook on the nightstand, that would be important for the Academy. I grab it and run back to the door. "I'm ready now, sorry for the wait Takashi-san."

"Oh, you're quite alright. I'm sure you're worried about the first day anyway, now then, let's get a move on," he states, beginning to walk away, expecting me to follow. I take the time to look around outside my apartment, seeing that I'm on the third floor of the building. I can see the village around, expanding for miles around. I see the Hokage monument about a mile away, though I don't know how I know its name. The rock face had three heads on it, all faces of our leaders. A part of me felt like there was a head missing, but I pushed that feeling down. Enough looking around. I think back to what Takashi said. I already knew my name, it was just in the back of my mind. I just didn't realize orphan students got chunnin escorts. Takashi walks ahead of me, descending the stairs. I have to send my short little legs into over drive to catch up.

I focused more on that energy that I felt from Takashi. It was bright, and felt quite earthy. Rigid, like a cliff face. Occasionally, I'd see other shinobi, and feel their energies too. With enough focus, I could tell that the civilians around us had it too, but it was small, and contained, whereas the shinobi's energy, chakra, the back of my brain finally supplied, were almost rolling off of them. I also tried to remember stuff from before last night too, I now only remembered to feeling extreme cold on the inside. It still hurt to think about it too much.

My mind seems to finally be remembering this life. I'm an orphan of the Second Shinobi World War, which ended a little less than a year ago. I had just moved into the apartment about a week ago, just having left the orphanage to get ready for the Konoha shinobu academy. Oh, and that's the village I'm in. Konohagakure no Sato, meaning the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

"You know, you're a very polite young girl, Himari. I'm certain you'll make an amazing Kunoichi," Takashi says as we come into view of the Academy gates. Wait, did he just say girl?

AN: Well, this is my first story that I'm publishing. Please don't expect regular updates, as I'm not exactly a consistent writer. The next few chapters, if I ever get around to writing them, will probably be longer. Review, if it suits your fancy, and remember that you can't ever drink too much coffee.