A/N This is my first story so please be kind.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, if I did I wouldn't be driving a 2003 Peugot.

Prologue

"No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again" – Buddha

In the Konoha General Hospital, a loud blood-curdling cream could be heard throughout the maternity ward. A woman was giving birth to a child that she will never come to see. Although the medics did the best they could.

"Quickly, we need the top medics here immediately!" they yelled.

"We need to move fast, start with the diagnostic jutsu, then switch to the Mystical Palm jutsu once you've assessed the damage done!" yelled the medic in charge.

"Yes sir!"

It wasn't enough.

Though trough all this commotion, no one noticed that the woman child didn't even cry. But what they did notice was that the woman, with the little strength she had, had written a name on her arm with her blood. Kira.

My name is Kira. At first glance, I might be just like you. Except from the time I was a little girl I knew I didn't belong. Didn't belong where? Here, in the Naruto-verse.

The moment when I realized where I was, I couldn't begin to imagine what to do. I didn't understand what was happening. Why me? Of all the 7.3 billion people in the world, mine was the one that was screwed.

Screwed, because I knew.

My life 'Before', as I like to call it, wasn't perfect but really who's was? I remember that I had a normal mother, a normal father, and a slightly abnormal older brother. I was probably around 19 years young. I also remember my love for photography. There were few things that caught my interest. I didn't have a lot of friends because I usually gave people an emotionless I loved taking pictures. Ever since I saw a camera at a garage sale, a twenty-five-year-old Nikon FM2n. Best twenty bucks spent ever.

The pictures I took were, let's say slightly illegal. My parents had to reprimand me more than a couple of times; Don't go on the roof, No taking pictures of retail merchandise, No taking pictures on other people's property, Don't use your brother as a decoy to take pictures of people who don't want their picture taken. I took a lot of pictures of things that are not supposed to be photographed but I didn't care much. In fact I don't believe I was ever a stickler to the rules in the Before. I vaguely remember running from a few security guards for being on the roof of a private building one time. Maybe it was a hotel? Can't remember but what I do remember is that the view of the city from there was absolutely amazing. I had the time of my life up there…until a security guard saw me from a security camera. Now I didn't do this often but there really wasn't any other way. I had front flipped from the private building's roof to the next building's balcony. From there I did a lazy vault over the balcony and grabbed the edge of a garbage house nearby. Then I was low enough to jump down onto the street.

Parkour. Parkour is a tool, it is a tool for training your body for a specific task: moving through your environment. It develops one's ability to overcome obstacles, it involves movement that will help if one is in an escape emergency situation, like I am. It was taught to me by a few local boys. It was of course hard at first, it took me years to do what I do now.

Anyway, about the Naruto-verse. I knew about it because of my brother. He was obsessed with anime. The reason I had begun watching was because we only had one TV and of course we had to share it. At first I wasn't so sure I would like it but it actually grew on me.

So as far as reincarnation goes, I can't say I know much. I didn't have a religion so I didn't exactly believe in God either. Maybe I was being punished for it. Ya know, divine power and such. I don't know, but I do remember.

I even remember the feeling of helplessness when it felt like I was being pushed and squeezed through what could only be described as a very tiny hole.

I didn't cry though.

I never cried, even in the Before. Not when my pet hamster died, not even when my great grandmother died. I just couldn't will the tears to come forward.

When I tried to open my eyes, I couldn't see anything past maybe 5 inches from my face. Anything else was too blurry. I could make out shapes though. Whether they were human shapes or objects was anybody's guess. I could also hear voices. Though, yet again, I didn't understand them but they sounded panicked. Before I knew it I was out like light from exhaustion that I didn't know I had.

I later found out I was born on the 25th of March.

Almost 7 months before it happened.

Six months later

It has been some time since I was brought here, the orphanage apparently. My vision has, by some miracle, extended. By now I've learned to sit up and crawl around to the bemusement of the matrons. I know it's probably early to do stuff like that but I just couldn't take it anymore. I miss things like walking and talking.

The strange thing inside me though. I was aware of it. After the screaming match I had a few months prior, the matron decided to go to the hospital for a check-up. I don't know what she deduced for I still can't understand a single word but it seems all went well for we were sent back after a couple of tests.

One day the head matron decided that it was time to take us to the park. Once outside, I felt relieved. I missed being able to go outside when I wanted and go parkour! I'm telling you, once these baby legs are capable I'm going to start parkouring like crazy!

And my camera! Now I'm going to have to get a whole new camera.

Looking at the rooftops I saw something incredible. I suppose they wouldn't be seen without looking for them, but I saw. People parkouring everywhere! They were hopping from one rooftop to another, heading for different directions.

Only later would I come to know that no, they weren't in fact parkouring.

That's when I saw something that changed my World forever.

The Hokage Monument

There in the center of my vision are four faces of the people I thought shouldn't exist!

After that I became much more aware of my surroundings. But I didn't have much time to think about what I was going to do because It happened.

It was horrible.

The air was so full of it I couldn't stop coughing. The other babies were also crying but what scared me the most was that some of them have stopped! Why didn't they cry anymore? Where are the matrons?

It was everywhere.

I could even taste it. The pure hate that rolled off of it like waves. I thought I was done for when the door to the orphanage was opened and, to my relief, shinobi were coming. Judging by their attire they were genin or chunin though. Must have been an evacuation plan. Upon arriving they must have been thrown off by the babies that were crying and those who…weren't. Luckily, though,I was noticed by someone.

I was scooped up by a boy, probably genin, with brown hair in a ponytail and scar across his nose. He smiled at me in reassurance.

"Everything will be alright" he said, "Our shinobi are doing the best they can."

Outwardly I didn't give any indication that I heard him. Just a blank stare. On the inside tough… .How could I understand him? Did my brain suddenly switch gears because of the chakra in the air?

And even though he said it, I could see tears in his eyes. Did someone close to him die? Probably, judging by the look in his eyes. I've seen it before on some people. He came here even though he lost a precious person, like a professional shinobi.

He carried me gently in his arms as if I were a golden treasure and took me to, what I assume, a safe place, away from it.

By the end of it I was so exhausted that I promptly fell asleep in the strange boy's arms.

A/N Tell me how you liked it! English is not my first language so please excuse the spelling or grammar mistakes.

Questions for you

1. How should my oc look like?

2. Do you know who the strange boy was?

3. Who do think is the father?