Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor Naruto: Shippuden. I only own the plot and OCs.
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My head hurt. Not the migraine type of hurt, more like I-wanna-fucking-die type of hurt. One moment I was getting ready for bed when— Oh, right. Some addict decided he needed to pass time with shooting. What a bastard. I just remember getting hit right in the neck when I peeked out of my curtains, guess random firing was a sure fire way of wrecking havoc at night. In no way am I okay with that, though.
I groan and try to stand up, thought I see nothing. All black. Must be dead, in a coma, or somehow that retard hit something other than my neck and now I'm blind. I growl in annoyance as I plop back down. Surely, the hospital had better beds? My dad would kill them if they deny his only son, the best bed and room in the hospital. I am, afterall, a son of a pretty famous surgeon.
Having enough of the staff's incompetence, I sat up and tried to feel for the nurse button. Finding nothing, I groaned once again.
Suddenly, my vision is occupied by a blinding, REINCARNATE: SHINOBI plastered seemingly in air. What? The f@)? I'm actually dead? I mean, reincarnation is only real in fanfiction! Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiii— the only anime I'm sure I'm going to be is a place only the Weaboo of the Weaboos would want to be in. I'm gonna die. The first character who's gonna die.
No no, I'll only get myself killed if I join the damned academy. And dear God, please don't put me in the same timeframe where all the war happens. I'm okay with Boruto. I'll even explain everything to him, just, no. Not there.
I sigh and look at the trying-to-look-innocent-but-there's-a-malicious-intent-underneath title. I push my hand against the sign and it immediately warped into a game's initial stage for making a character.
Welcome to REINCARNATE: SHINOBI! You have been picked to go to the world of Shinobi!
Enter name:
I thought hard and long, before deciding that I would go for a name that's easy to remember.
Ushijima Ken
Pretty sure Ushijima from Haikyuu I can remember since he's kinda cool, and Ken kinda sound badass, I think. I'm staring right at you, Kaneki.
Ushijima Ken
Enter name?
Yes No
Obviously, I chose Yes and it warped into character appearance. Oh thank goodness, I will not be a baby. The options were pretty normal for character customizing, stuff you'd see in RPG games. After picking out stuff that looked closest to me, specifically a bowl cut, no, not like Lee's, but kinda like something you'd see on one of those kpop guys with a middle parting to let my forehead breath, and got it in the same gradient I had going on in my past life, navy blue to light baby blue to white tips. Kinda like bubblegum flavored shaved ice. Good thing they had a mix option. Kinda kept my normal face, I looked more like a doll than a prepubescent boy, but Kimimaro looked like a girl when he was younger then turned out okay and I get to change my eye color oh dear lord— I picked a nice icy blue to replace my gray ones to match my hair. What? Gray is boring.
After nodding to myself that I was good to go, I pressed Done. A few seconds of darkness and I was beginning to panic. I mean, who wouldn't? That was until my eyes suddenly soaked up light and am I hanging upside-down?! A giant man held me by the ankles and holy s— is that where I was? oh no
Before the doctor even touched my skin, I was already crying and flailing my arms around— woah, I thought babies don't have enough strength and control to even move? Great, now they'll think I'm some kind of freak!
I stop flailing around when they cleaned me then wrapped (restrained) me with a soft cloth, I now know as the famous 'Baby Bundle'. I was put on my new mother's chest, and immediately a finger was already wriggling infront of my face. I grab it and it stopped moving, the finger not quite my mother's. Too big and too manly. Unless my mom has man hands. Huh, that's a bad image. Bad imagination, bad!
My eyes followed the arm, until it fell on a guy, too young to be a dad and too old to be a kid, and I was met with a small, sincere smile.
I like this guy.
I pull on his finger, as much as I can with my baby strength, (still pissed I have to be a small, disgusting blob of uselessness again) and put it under my chin. Huh, he got the sniffies. I guess a baby really could do that to people. Okay, so now, I'm not a blob of useless. I'm a blob of sniffies-inducing baby. My mother, unmoving under me, had kissed my forehead tenderly, drawing me close to her and engulfing me in a state of content with the smell of pine and mint.
I still haven't let go of maybe brother. I'll call him 'relative' for now.
My eyes closed shut and I snuggled the finger closer, an audible 'aww' somewhere in the room. A notification appeared and I quickly opened it.
MISSION!
Get FIVE(5) people to coo over you.
(0/5)
REWARD(S)!
50 EXP
ONE(1) beanie (2% warmth)
ACCEPT DECLINE
Obviously, I pressed Accept and closed the notification. Under me was a rumble, kind of like a purr but not really. What was it called again? Humming? Eitherway, it's very nice, and soon, I succumbed to sleep.
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It's been a few months since they took me back to their home and got me settled in. My first in-game mission was a complete success, me being awake to witness both Mikoto Uchiha and Kushina Uzumaki cooing above me, poking my cheek that made me want to snarl but quickly shut up when my eyes landed on little!Itachi. Huh, who knew he was chibi small when he was younger.
Fortunately, I did not have to thank he who gave me the beanie, and thankfully, I wasn't awake. Who gave me it? F@cking Hiruzen, that's who. That old fart that let the village bully Naruto. I was horribly pissed that day and would not let Kazu, my brother, away for not more than five seconds. I think he's in ANBU Black Ops. That or he only shows his face when he's home. I don't know.
And now he's trying to escape again.
Prepare the waterworks!
"AAAH!" I scream when he pass the five second mark, Kazu shunshin-ing to hold me again. I stop immediately and give him the best, smuggest smirk I can toothlessly muster. He sigh playfully and gave me a noogie and I giggle. What? I like noogies.
He set me on my crib and I immediately start the five second countdown once again.
An idea popped into my mind and I readied my lungs and throat.
"AZUU!" I scream and immediately, Kazu was towering over my crib, eyes wide, spatula in hand. "Come again, Ken?" He said and I smile.
"Azu! Azu!" I babble and he dropped the spatula, scooping me up and gently squished me on his chest. "Holy shit, I gotta tell Ma!" He said and began calling his mom.
"Ma! Ken said his first word!" He said, excitedly bouncing me in his arms, and if I were not a baby, he'd probably twirled me around by the arms.
A few noises (crashes and banging) came from the other side of the house and 'Ma' rushed towards us, notebook in hand.
"Come on, Ken! Repeat what you said, Kazu~ Ka-zu. Ka-zu." He said repeatedly, urging me to say his name once again. Hmm, why not troll the both of them?
"Azu! Shit!" I exclaim, pulling on his black tee. 'Ma' was too busy writing on her notebook and oh, there we go, she broke the pencil!
"Kazuhiko! What are you teaching your brother?!"
NEW SKILL!
Speech (LVL. 0- 30%)
You can now talk!
REWARD(S)!
50 EXP
YOU LEVELED UP!
Ah. Life is good.