Hi! This is my first story. This is an OC character based story. I've gotten a lot of inspiration from other OC centric stories in Naruto and thought I should try it out. Anyway, here is the first chapter. It may seem confusing at the beginning, but please bear with me. It'll get better later. Please review and tell me what you think!

Summary:

When I died, I forgot everything. Temporarily. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Being sealed away for 15 years by your new family sucks. Being sent to an orphanage is even worse. On the plus side, at least I have Naruto for company. OC, self-insert.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing at all. Naruto is Kishimoto's. Let's just say I'm recreating an already created idea.

"We are being attacked!" a red haired shinobi yelled throughout Uzushiogakure.

Somewhere farther into the village, a young mother cradled a week old child as she kissed her husband goodbye. Still recovering from birth she was not allowed to go into battle. She was worried, but not too much. The seal barrier that covered and protected the village was still up. Not only that, but Uzumakis were brutal when it came to protecting their home. They may have been only a quarter the size of any great shinobi village, but they were just as strong if not more so. Their sealing skills and chakra left them to be feared. So no, she was not worried.

An hour later the mother who previously was nursing her daughter was panicking while running towards the village leader's office. The seal barrier which had been protecting the village suddenly fell and all shinobi were sent out—all of them except her. Slamming the door open, she took in the exhausted face of her father as he gave out orders to several red headed ninja in the room. When they all had left he turned his head to his daughter and walked forward crushing her into a hug.

"Miu, I've just sent word to Konoha," he stated as he ran his hand through her hair. "This is worse than we've ever planned for."

"What's going on out there? Is Shiro okay? What happened to the barrier? Is—" Her words were cut off by sudden wailing from a baby in her arms. Alarmed, both the father and daughter separated their hug. "Oh Hoshi, I'm so sorry. Were we squishing you?" Miu cooed.

"Is this her?" the leader of the village gasped. His daughter nodded.

"Do you want to hold her?" she asked.

He reached his arms out hesitantly before taking the child. By now it's crying had quieted and it was looking up at the man holding it with curious sapphire eyes. Suddenly the child reached up and tugged harshly at his white beard. A broad smile covered the elder man's face and he chuckled while unwrapping each of the hand's fingers until the baby let go.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" the mother asked.

"She?!" he exclaimed before lifting the blanket that covered the baby and peeking only to laugh boisterously. "I thought you both were expecting a boy! Well, now that I think about it, no boy could have such bright blue eyes."

Somewhere far away from battle, a young Minato Namikaze was sitting in the academy before a large sneeze overtook him. Sobering he murmured, "That came out of nowhere."

A nearby redhead laughed. "You know, they say you sneeze when someone is talking about you behind your back. Maybe it's one of your fangirls," she teased.

A flying chalkboard piece rammed into the middle of her forehead. "OW!"

"Kushina, I'd appreciate if you would keep your voice down. We are in the middle of class," an irritated Chunin said.

"…Yes sensei," she pouted.

"Kushina-chan is going to be very surprised to find out she is an aunt," he mused.

"Yup! Her dear old sister finally got married and settled down. The news will probably give her a heart attack," his daughter joked. A sudden explosion shook the floor and they both turned to look outside the window with a grim expression.

"I'm just happy she isn't here now," he whispered before handing the baby girl back to her mother. Looking between the two, a choked sound escaped his throat and his shoulders shook. "I'm so sorry musume," he said.

"Otou-san? What's going on? Why are you—"

"Shiro didn't make it through the first wave of the attack."

She froze, nearly dropping the baby in the process, but thankfully Hoshi was taken again by the village leader. Tears pricked her eyes and she balled her fist before punching a nearby wall. "You're lying!" Miu screamed.

He shook his head dejected. "I wouldn't lie about something like this, you know that. He isn't the only one either. Half of us have already—we can't hold on much longer. Report from torture and interrogation I got a few minutes ago reported that Iwa and Kumo have somehow been convinced by Kiri that we were too much of a threat due to our sealing. All three villages have combined a joint attack. Once the barrier fell we haven't had any luck," he explained.

She let the tears roll down her face. "What about Konoha?"

"As I said, I've sent for them. Carrier bird won't reach them until tomorrow…by the way things are going, we won't be here to greet the cavalry," he said slowly so she heard every word.

More tears burst forth and she snatched Hoshi from his arms and cradled the baby to her chest. "What about Hoshi? She's only just started to live! I can't—won't let her die before starting life. I won't!"

"I know," his voice dropped. He turned and nodded towards to door to tell her to follow. Leaving the room, they headed to the end of the hall then went down several staircases until both were deep underground. They could still feel the trembling of the earth from explosions and fighting above. Finally, the three family members reached two large twin doors towering several feet above them. Biting his thumb, the father let it bleed onto the door frame until an intricate design glowed red. A loud click resonated the area when the red lines reached the doors' center. The doors flew open.

Walking inside, around the room were thousands upon thousands of scrolls, weapons, books, and other long lost things covered in dust. Looking up, the room went upwards several stories and at the top a shining red Uzumaki symbol illuminated the room. Once they reach the center of the library, the daughter couldn't stay silent anymore and asked in awe, "What is this place?"

"This is your heritage. Everything we ever have been is documented and placed here. All of our fuinjutsu to our weapons to our history are stored here. I even have a copy of every mission done stored. There are also many learning scrolls for ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu. I'm sure I have a kenjutsu scroll somewhere but…eh. Can't remember. We are an old clan, but we like to preserve what we have. This room has been in a stasis seal created by our great ancestors to keep things from deteriorating. It's a little extreme, but I'll have to thank them when I reach the afterlife later today."

"Don't say that—"

"We'd like to think we are the best sealers there have ever been. It's true, but our ancestors will forever have us beaten," he said as he pulled out a large scroll from one of the nearby shelves. Its height was as tall as him and doubly as wide. He opened it gingerly and spread it across a large table placed in the center of the room. On it was layers upon layers of seal work that was still not completely shown as the scroll was not even close to being unrolled all the way. The part that was shown was covered in ink except for one particular spot. An empty white space in the shape of an oval was surrounded by the layers of seals. Taking a deep breath the village leader turned to his daughter.

"The bird that flew to Konoha was not the only messenger bird sent. Another was sent to Tsunade. She's a distant relative of ours through the Senju clan. I'm sure you remember her. She visited the village a few years ago on behalf of Konoha. Blonde hair in pony tails with a temper to match our own, remember?" he asked.

After a moment Miu nodded. "She left the village without paying her side of a bet with Uncle when she 'surprisingly' lost a drinking contest. She left an 'I owe you' note," she stated.

"Ah, yea, about that, I decided her 'I owe you' is due. I would send the letter to the Hokage to explain what I'm about to do, but without Uzumaki blood…and by extent Senju blood, he would be unable to do anything anyway. I'm sure I'm leaving Hoshi in good hands," he said calmly with his head lowered.

"Hoshi in good hands!? Otou-san, what is going on? What are you talking about and what is that huge seal for?" she questioned angrily.

"That seal…is the way your daughter and my granddaughter is going to live. Uzumaki Hoshi is to be the will of fire, as Konoha likes to put it. As long as she lives—her and Kushina-chan—the Uzumaki clan will live on.

I said before that this room is in an advanced stasis seal. Everything in here is not affected by time and is also under the heaviest barrier ever known in sealing history placed here by our founders themselves! When I first learned about this room, it was right before I became leader of the village. It is known to no one alive but you and me at this time seeing as your grandfather passed away years ago. So, I have little worry anyone will find it, let alone take the old barrier down. Originally our founders—I'd like to think they were paranoid people—created this seal," he pointed to the scroll on the table, "in case something along the lines of mass devastation happened to us in order for us keep our clan alive and continue on."

"Cut to the chase, Dad," Miu bit out. "What does this have to do with Hoshi?"

"Hoshi-chan is going to be placed there, on that seal, and I am going to activate it. When we leave this room and those doors seal closed, she will be frozen in the stasis seal with everything else in there. The next time the door opens by Tsunade's blood, everything in that room will be sealed into her for her to access later on. Through her, the Uzumaki clan and Uzushiogakure will live on. Our heritage won't be lost."

"WHAT!?" she screamed. At her outburst, Hoshi began crying loudly. Looking down at her, Miu lost all anger. She looked back up at her father sadly. "There's no way I can stay with her, is there?" she asked quietly.

He shook his head.

Smiling slightly she asked one last question. "She'll live on?"

"She'll live on," he confirmed.

Tears in her eyes she hugged the baby tightly and kissed her forehead. Whispering silently she chocked out, "I love you…I love you s-so much. P-p-promise me…to grow up strong and t-to do u-us proud. Good…goodbye, my little star."

With another kiss to the head and a quick squeeze, she handed the daughter tentatively to her father and said, "Do it."

With a quick nod, he set the baby on the white empty space of the seal and took the blanket away, folding and placing them on the floor nearby. Taking out a kunai, he slit his palm and let it bleed onto a section of the seal. Next he took his finger, dabbed it in his blood and drew a small Uzumaki spiral on the baby's back right shoulder blade. Finished, he himself kissed Hoshi's forehead as a final farewell and motioned for his daughter to leave the room with him.

Hoshi's wailing increased as the doors closed loudly. When the resounding click of the lock echoed and the seal flashed red one final time, the crying abruptly cut off. Miu fell to her knees bawling, finally unable to hold in her sadness any longer. She had just lost her husband, her village, and will never see her child again. Crouching down to his daughter, the village leader picked her up and walked back up the stairs.

"I'm going to miss…everything! I'll never hear her first word, or see her walk for the first time, or throw her first kunai, or make her first seal, or send her off on her first date, or see her wedding and my future grandkiddies," she rambled on.

"I'm sorry," he replied somberly.

"Set me down," she said. He obliged when they reached outside. The village was in rubble. Smoke was bellowing everywhere and buildings were collapsed. People were still fighting strong though and it gave the two hope, if only just a little.

"Well, as the Uzumaki saying goes: Don't give up until the very end! Let's show them what we're made of. If we're gonna die, we're going down kicking and screaming—preferably with a ton of ass kickin' in the process," she called out as she pulled chakra chains from her back and swung them around experimentally.

"Then what are we waiting for?" he bellowed.

They both disappeared into the clouds of dust, war battle cries and all.

However, neither of them knew that Tsunade wouldn't receive that letter for another 15 years.