Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Hinata or any of those characters. Those rights belong to Mamashi Kiminaro, but I do own this plot and any other future characters that may be added excluding those from the original Naruto cast. The background is completely fictional and made up.

Summary:

Hyuga Hinata fully expected to die facing Uchiha Madara. To die for Konoha. To die for her comrades. Hell, she wished she did. Unfortunately, if there was one thing she learned in her entire shinobi career, it was that life was a bitch.

Waking up in a foreign country was bad. Realising she didn't know the language was doubly bad. Turning 5 again and realising her years of hard work and training was gone? That was worse. But that was the least of her worries for apparently no one knew what the Elemental Nations was or even seem to have heard of it before.

In a place where Shinobis don't exist and girls are nothing but dolls to parade around or mares to breed, Hinata must learn to adapt to her new world and use use her hidden skills as her greatest weapon.

But then again, the Rookie 9 always did have the worst of luck. How did she end up here, will she ever get back-ever see her friends and again, and must importantly, who is she here?

AN:Okay, so I know that I should leave this at the bottom of the chapter but... ehhh.

So, I got tired of the many thousands of stories where SIs are reborn into the Narutoverse or where Naruto characters somehow end up in the house of a Naruto fan and asked myself "What would happen if someone from Naruto died and was reincarnated into our world?" Not in this century mind you, but rather somewhere in the distant past.

(NOT a crossover)

Ps-The timeline which I will write and characters that I will use are not real people in any time of history!

Chapter 1

Hyuga Hinata gasped as she jerked awake, clutching her blanket tightly. Beads of perspiration dribbled down her forhead.

She had dreamed about the war again. Neji-nii dying, Naruto-kun being taken over by the Kyuubi, Sasuke-san plunging his Raikiri into Sakura-chan's chest.

It felt terrible, and a constant reminder of all she had lost. She would never see the see her precious village again, the Rookie 9, Konoha 12, or even her team; Kurenai-Sensei, Shino-kun, Kiba- kun and even Akamaru!

And it hurt. It hurt more than having all her tenketsus striked with a jyuken palm; it felt like she was stabbed with a thousand kunai; she wished that it was a rasengan tearing through her instead.

And she wished more than ever that she had the courage to end her own life. All it would take was a small slice on her artery and she would be dead. Gone.

Why her?

But no matter. It was her life goal to find a way home-wherever she was even if it took her years. She wanted-no needed to know what happened. If all of them were still alive, if they had won.

"There you are you little wrench!" The booming voice of the orphanage's matron echoed as Hinata felt herself being dragged by her ear again. "Little girls who don't know how to behave will face retribution by heaven! When you die, you'll be denied entry and your soul will go to hell! Do you want that?!" She hissed venomously into the kunoichi's ears.

"I-I-Ile!" Hinata responded subconsciously in her native tongue trying to protect her throbbing ear.

The matron's eyes glowed almost warningly, "What did you say?" she hissed, her apparent patience coming to an end. "Know your place wretch! We were kind enough to take you in, feed you and give you a roof over your head!"

"I-I understand. I apologise for acting out of turn. I won't do it again." And she wouldn't; well, she would actually, but she wouldn't allow herself to be caught again. If she did, she'd probably deserved it getting caught by a civilian. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"See that you don't!"

It had almost been a year since she'd woken up that faithful day in the darkness of a room, cold, lost, and oh so confused.

It was pitch black.

She'd thought she'd thought ended up in hell before she realised that it wasn't quite right.

"Is this the afterlife?" She whispered still half-dazed.

Muffled sobs answered her question.

Did ghosts have charka? Did they breathe? And most importantly did they cry like a little kid?

The wall infront of her burst open and light steamed in as a tall burly man appeared.

The man hummed, obviously pleased. "Good your finally awake!"

Hinata scrambled back in shock, her eyes widening in alarm. "Nani?! Gomen'nasai, wakarimasen." [What?! Im sorry I don't understand.]

The man seemed taken aback a vein on his face twitching in annoyance. He grabbed the girl by her long dark hair and grabbed her chin, staring at her intently, his finger trailing down her cheeks.

Cold white defiant eyes glared back at him.

"My, my, my, and what do we have here eh? A foreigner?"

Hinata might not have understood his words, but she knew the look in his eyes all too intimately. She saw it all too often in the look of the crazed nins and bandits she was sent after-to end. She squirmed in his grasp trying to escape, but she was too weak-this body was to weak. And she'd wished more than ever that she'd trained longer and harder when she was younger. " Watashi o tebanashimasu!" [Let me go!]

His eyes lit up in understanding. "Japanese. Your a Japanese brat." He mused to himself. "I wonder how a delicate little lamb like you managed to find your way onto our shores eh brat?"

A second cloaked figure appeared with the silent grace of a seasoned veteran. "But no matter, she will fetch a high price on the market. And really that's all that matters." One could only see the the crooked yellow teeth through his black mask.

The other kids fell silent long ago, listening on this seemingly interesting conversation. But then what else was there to do?

The burly male hesitated, lingering on her pale liliac eyes. "Are you sure? She seems to be blind." The unspoken need not be said. No one wanted a blind servant.

The he tall cloaked man chuckled. "All the better. She looks like an exotic princess descended to the earth. She'll be a looker in the future for sure. There be no end to the men who'll want her as a slave. Especially since she won't be able to run in her condition."

"Yes, indeed she will."

AN: And that sums up the prologue of my new story on FanFiction.

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