An Obito MC story. The title is already self-explanatory, so go check this out!

PS. I'm a multilingual Japanese, so I know absolutely what I'm doing. (For instance, the backstories of certain Jutsu) If you're writing Naruto fanfics, or have questions, I'm your man.

HERE WE GO!

Chapter 1 When your Mom is a birdie

Raven hated labor.

The kind of labor that required backaches and nauseating feelings, accompanied by agonizing pain between her thighs.

"Fuck you, Taiyang Xiao-Long! It hurts!"

A man held onto her hand (or more likely that she was crushing his), his entire face covered in anxious sweat.

"I know you can do it, Raven! Look, his head is already outside!", he encouraged his wife. She only increased her death-grip.

"Why does it have to be twins! Oh, gods! It hurts!"

Tai sweated profoundly as his bones cracked under her monstrous strength. He bit his lip and kept whispering words of encouragement nonetheless, for a man needs to endure in times like this.

The torturous time seemed to last for eternity until finally, the babies were delivered. As if his patience was rewarded, both kids simultaneously popped out of his wife's womb and into the hands of the awaiting doctor.

"Congratulations, it's a boy and a girl!", the doctor exclaimed.

Tai took his newborns out of the doctor's arms with shaking hands; half because of his splintered bones, and half because of the overwhelming feeling of happiness at becoming a father.

"Raven, I get to name the girl, and you get to name the boy, right!?", he excitedly asked.

Raven rolled her eyes, a tired smirk on her face.

"Yeah, yeah. Go on."

"What will you name him? I'll name her Yang. Tai and Yang, Taiyang (太陽：the sun in Chinese), get it?"

Raven punched her stupid husband in the gut. He and his silly antics! She had to grudgingly admit that the name had a nice ring to it though…

"I shall name him Obito."

Tai raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"You named him in ancient Mistralian!? Like in, the ancient version for Tobi (鳶: the most popular eagle in Japan)?"

Raven quirked an eyebrow in return at her husband's gaping face.

"What's with that stupefied look?"

"I just, never expected you to be so romantic -oof!"

Her fist found its way into his abdomen. He deserved that one.

Raven cradled her son in her arms, marveling in how much he had inherited from her. Black spiky hair, fair skin, red eyes-the features of the Branwen tribe.

'He will surely grow up to be a lady-killer.', she affectionally thought. She poked his round cheeks. She couldn't help it, who knew that babies were so cute!? Damn.

Something caught the attention of her tired eyes. Wait, what in Remnant…is that a pattern in his eye!? …A Tomoe (巴：Japanese wheel pattern)!?

Raven felt her heart skip a few beats. It was said that in her bloodline, there was once a legendary semblance that mutated the iris. Could it be…!?

"What's wrong?", Tai worriedly asked, a concerned look on his face. "Is there some kind of problem with him?"

Raven shook her head, a hand passing over her son's eyes as if shielding it from her husband's view.

"Nothing.", she whispered. "My son is perfect."

The baby opened his eyes in his mother's arms. His eyes were as wide as saucers, his small heart beating rapidly. Only a single thought was in his panicked mind.

'What in the actual fuck!?'

Uchiha Obito, thirty years old, now inside the body of a newborn baby. His brain went overdrive as his theories became haywire.

'What happened to me? I know I died, that's for certain! But…what is this!?'

He frantically observed his surroundings; modern equipment, doctors, the smell of blood and medicine… inside a hospital, perhaps? The red eyes of his 'mother' met his…except they were filled with shock.

It was then that he realized his Sharingan had activated all by itself, due to his panic against the absurdness of his situation.

He tried to use his Chakra to forcibly release his Sharingan, but to his dismay, his Chakra felt stunted, as if there was an invisible filter in his veins.

'SHIT.'

Obito cursed his stupidity. The Sharingan was the most prized treasure of the Uchiha clan, not to mention it was very infamous in the Shinobi world. By the looks of it, his mother was NOT a clan member, neither was his dad.

First of all, the Uchiha does not have red eyes without the signatures of the Sharingan. That meant his mother was likely a far descendant of an Uchiha member who deserted the clan.

'Oh my god, this is getting so complicated…me, in a toddler's body with my Sharingan already awakened…'

Obito did the most sensible thing possible. He fell asleep.

Obito Branwen, 3 years old, heir of the tribe

Three years had passed since his rebirth. Or was it reincarnation? He didn't know. What he did know, was that he wasn't supposed to keep his memories. Neither should he be able to access his Mangekyou Sharingan!

He tried it on a complete whim. He didn't even believe that he could do it. On contrary to his solid belief, his Sharingan mutated into his Mangekyou! Literally, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Obito also attempted to create a Susanoo, half-expecting it to materialize in its full glory. However, the same invisible filter he kept feeling in his veins had prevented his eyes from harnessing his Chakra.

Three steps forward, ten steps back. It was as if the very world was having fun with him. Speaking of worlds, he realized that this wasn't the Shinobi world he came to love and hate.

"Why the heck is that damned moon shattered?", he mumbled. It irritated him to no end that he had next to no knowledge about his environment.

After a few months of living with his father and sister, his mother had promptly left them. For some unknown reason, his mother took him with her. That was three years ago.

Why did she abandon half of her family? Why did she choose him? At first, he had suspected that she knew about the Uchiha clan and was trying to protect him from harm.

Obito soon realized that this wasn't the case when he noticed how nobody used Ninjutsu. There was no Shinobi, no Chakra training, nothing.

He also noticed how his mother would stare into his eyes from time to time, so he knew that her leave had something to do with his eyes. In what way did it influence her? He did not have the faintest idea.

After all, if there was no Uchiha, how in the world would she know anything about his Sharingan? For all he cared, the people in this world would just shrug off his unique eyes as a 'semblance'.

Oh yes, the ridiculous power of the phenomenon that they call 'semblance'. According to his tribesmen, it was a power born from the soul, a manifestation of 'aura'.

Aura was similar to Chakra in many aspects, the difference being that while Chakra could be basically molded into any kind of form, aura acted more like an exoskeleton and physical boost.

'A little like Might Gai's signature Jutsu八門遁甲(Hachimon Tonkou: Cultivation of the Eight Gates).', Obito thought as he flexed his aura-infused hand.

After Obito found out that he couldn't utilize his Chakra, he resorted to aura. The control of his aura, on the other hand, went swimmingly. It seems that aura and Chakra went both ways, except for the fact that he somehow couldn't use the latter properly.

Well, at least he still had his 神威(Kamui: 'Might of God', The Divine Spirits of the Ainu people in Hokkaido). Shaking his head, Obito leaped from the tree branch he was perched on and down onto the meadow.

A raven flew over and pecked his cheek. Obito smiled as he stroked the bird. This bird was always somewhere around in the vicinity, from the time when he was too young to walk.

Curious about what his feathery friend truly is, Obito had used his Sharingan and found traces of aura in the bird, the exact same type of aura he sensed in his mother.

Obito thought the bird might be a summon, but with the absence of Ninjutsu, he could safely assume that it was his mother's special ability.

He already knew that his mother's semblance was to make dimensional travels to people she had mental connections with. (She usually sneaked out at night to visit his sister when she thought he was sound asleep.)

According to the books he had read, there was only one semblance per person, including that no one had the semblance to transform into animals.

Thus, it wasn't hard for Obito to deduce that this 'transforming' is a special ability only privy to his mother.

"Gotta get back home!", he said out loud in a deliberately bright tone. "I hope mom has something yummy for me!"

In a flutter of black feathers, the Raven flew off into the tribe at top speed.

Obito snickered to himself. Having a family sometimes felt so alien. A faint memory of team Minato flashed past his mind. The sharp pang of pain the happy memories had brought him dug into his heart like a flesh wound.

He remembered how his old team used to party at barbeque shops after a mission. He remembered how Rin used to giggle at their silly quarrels, how Kakashi would sigh and how Minato sensei would just smile fondly at them.

'This time.', Obito thought. 'I shall strive to do the right thing and make everyone happy.'

No matter what.

Ok, that's Prologue Part one. I'm thinking of adding separate prologues for every member of Team Minato (4).

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